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All characters belong to Himaruya Hidekaz

The sound of the soothing rain hitting the window wakes Arthur up only to have him stare out at glass paved with water droplets through the crack in between the two curtains. Perfect. He had definitely needed a day like this. Arthur loved the rain that washed away all the bad and brought out the beautiful by making everyone miss the sunlight that shone so wonderfully afterwards.

With a satisfied sigh, he turns a little to glance behind him, the arm around his waist had loosen up during the night. Of this he was sure; he vaguely remembered his partner cuddling up to him the night before. But, sometimes, he blurred between partners and couldn't quite remember who was the one he shared a bed with in the morning. When his sees the other man, though, he let's out a chuckle. Ah, yes, it had been Francis last night, meaning he had been paid quite a bit the night before. The Englishman moves his leg up a bit feel the cum still inside him, starting to drip out as his sudden movement disturbs it. That only proved it more that it had been Francis with him last night; the Frenchman was the only customer allowed to cum inside him after all since he tended to pay more than his other customers. The Frenchman always insisted and Arthur didn't mind him releasing inside him when he paid so much! Plus, this had been going on for quite a while, enough to find that they were both very comfortable around each other. In fact, Arthur could say Francis was one of his favourites. But the money could have added to that.

The man of only twenty-three pushes his hips back against the other's -who was only three years older-, awaiting a response since he knew Francis was awake. He always woke up before him saying something along the lines of paying enough to watch him sleep if he so wanted to.

"Mm," Francis, humming in appreciation, wraps his arm around the smaller man, "let me buy you again tonight." The seemingly odd request was useless and they both knew it. Arthur snorts, knowing Francis' pay schedule. "You don't have any money left." He sits up and stretches his arms out and up, rolling his head around to stretch his neck muscles as well.

The answer makes his current customer frown while his eyes took in the sight before him. The sheets were barely covering Arthur at all, just the most important part really and Francis wanted to yank them off. He wanting Arthur all to himself. It was all he'd ever wanted since he met the man with the shining green eyes. He found him captivating from the first moment they laid eyes on each other. So much so that the Arthur's occupation hadn't scared him off, or disgusted him. Still, wanting a man with such a job all to yourself could take a toll on the heart.

"I'll pay you as soon as I have the money. Come on, Arthur, let me have you again tonight..." He pushes it because he knows that the Englishman knows he always pays, "every night for the week. I promise I'll pay." He removes his arm from around the other's waist and sits up upon seeing that the other is about to get out of bed.

Arthur does, in fact, get out of bed to search in Francis' discarded pant's pocket for a box of cigarettes. "You're going to ruin my business."
Lighting one, he brings it up to his lips to inhale the rich tobacco and breathe out a puff of smoke as he turns to face Francis. His naked body shining with the afterglow of their sex-it had only been a couple of hours ago since they had their fun after all. The body of the young man was beautiful and Francis wondered how that could be possible in his line of work. Had all of Arthur's customers treated him as gently as he had? With so much care as to not bruise the porcelain-like expanse of skin? "Sorry," Arthur continues, "I need the money now, besides," he walks back to the bed to hand the cigarette to Francis and straddles his hips, only a thin sheet between them, "didn't you have your fun last night?"

Francis frowns turns into a slight pout, agreeing in his head that last night had been fun but he dreaded knowing that any other man could have his fun with Arthur tonight, the next day, any day that he himself didn't have the Briton. Instead of answering, the long-haired blonde brings the cigarette up to his lips to take a long drag out of it and breathes out the smoke out of the corner of his mouth.

Taking the other's silence as an indication that he wanted more, Arthur smirks and scoots down to sit over the Frenchman's thighs, sliding the sheets off of Francis cock as he does. "I see, you're still not satisfied." The green eyed man hums and takes a hold of the other's length, stroking it lazily. "Tell you what, this is for free, but only because I'm in such a good mood."

Letting out a nearly satisfied sigh, Francis takes another drag of the cigarette before leaning over a little to the side to put it out in the dish on the side-table. "You're very kind, Arthur." He purrs as the other slides down lower on his legs and leans down to breathe on the head of Francis' cock.

"Not really." His smirk deepens, running his tongue over the slit and swirling his tongue around the head of the length, knowing how crazy it drove the Frenchman. "I just can't help but feel pity for you when you start whining."

"I do n-" Francis is cut off by his own moan when Arthur takes his whole length in his mouth, quickly resorting to deep-throating him and humming as he does so. The vibrations drive Francis crazy just like always. "S-stop, you're going too fast." He pants, cursing Arthur's talented mouth; he wanted this pleasure, but he also wanted to spend more time with him. But Arthur doesn't stop nor slow down. No, he even moves his hand to fondle his customer s sac, making Francis groan. One thing he enjoyed about his work, if he could even say he liked anything, was listening to his customers' moans and groans, especially when they moaned his own name once they reached orgasm.

The Frenchman places a hand on Arthur's head and lightly tugs at the short, messy hair of his. "Arthur," he moans, "stop." This time, the other obliges and sits back to go back to pleasuring Francis with his hand instead of his mouth, strokes on the shaft lazy. "You get more and more sensitive each time we meet, Francis." He teases, his smirk having relaxed into a simple, content smile. Yes, he loved driving people mad with his body. Especially Francis, who seemed to think it was the other way around when he had the Englishman under him.

Francis' response is to wrap his hand around the back of Arthur's neck and pull him in for a kiss. Of course he was going to cum fast when he was surrounded by Arthur's warm, wet mouth and throat so early in the morning after a night full of hot, passionate sex in which Francis took pleasure in making Arthur cum more than once. If only he would yell out his name when reaching orgasm-things would be perfect then. That is until he woke up and remembered that Arthur still wasn't his and might never be his. The thought was enough to make him want to steal this man away, kidnap him and keep him from view of everyone who might want to sleep with him. But Arthur would surely hate him if he even spoke a word about feeling like this even though he already implied it a lot. Was it even subtle anymore?

Arthur pulls away from the kiss, licking his lips and quickens the pace of his hand as he tightens it just the right amount to help Francis reach his limit; it doesn't take long for the older man to release with a groan.

Chuckling, the smaller man wipes his hand on the already soiled sheets and casually rolls off of Francis onto the bed to lie on his side beside him. "See? That didn't last long at all." Arthur teases, causing the panting man to scowl before he swings his legs off the edge of the bed and stands up. "I'm borrowing your shower."

Humming in response, Arthur rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling. It wasn't unusual for this certain customer to act like he was at his own home. He listens to the sound of water hitting the ground both outside and inside; he stays still, until Francis begins to sing and it is then that he leaves the bed in favour of a cup of tea; he also doesn't bother putting anything on before walking out of the bedroom. It was his own house and he could do whatever he wanted.

His tea is made to his liking-to perfection really- and he stands, staring out the window into the back garden. The drops of rains clinging on to the petals of the roses, holding on to dear life but, alas, the drops fall no mater how hard they try.

"Put some clothes on," a French accent disturbs Arthur's thoughts, "you'll catch a cold."

With a snort, the naked of the two turns to face the other and catches the way Francis' eyes slowly drift lower and lower as if he'd never seen him nude before. "I have a reason for being naked." He interrupts Francis' staring.

"And that would be?" Francis crosses his arms and leans against the door frame that leads into the kitchen as his blue eyes stare into green ones. He himself was already dressed after having dried his body and hair after his quick shower.

"Shower." Arthur easily explains before finishing his tea and walking past Francis who turns around to watch him walk away and laughs when the naked man sways his hips a little before laughing along.

He was definitely in a great mood.

AN: Another multi-chapter fic! This might actually come out much better than the others, or at least I hope so! I've had this chapter done, added some things tonight, but the point is I wasn't going to upload it until I had more chapters done but I've had no motivation to.

So I thought if I upload at least one chapter and people like it, I'll be inspired to write faster than I have been. Sounds good no?

FrUK pairing, obviously. OH! and it's my first M-rated fic! Written and posted. I have rped smut before though. Just saying.

Thanks for reading,

Reviews would be highly appreciated since they make my life happier and help to motivate me. Have a nice day/night!

If you find mistakes, let me know. Some quotation marks were missing when I first uploaded this and I might have missed some. Thank you!