Oh god. I am a liar, I said I'd wouldn't update late and I just did, soRRY GUYS! /3

What did I just write? SJABJDAHJSMOIOI!? Please remember that this is my first time writing smut so I'm super sorry if it's horrible and uber awkward, forgive me.

Read the warnings oH GOD PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!

WARNINGS!: Weird ear play((cough)), dirty talk((lots of it)), cum shot, violence, rough gay smut and bottoming...well, you'll find out when you get the reading. ;)

Rating for this chapter: M

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Another swift punch was aimed at Francis' jaw, making the sound of the aching bone settled there 'crack' as the fist collided with his face. Francis could only gape at Arthur as he was knocked to the ground, not even caring to realize that his white button-up shirt was being unbuttoned quickly by a silently cheering Englishman. He only held on to his now, bruised purple jaw in shock; Arthur actually hit his face, his gorgeous face, how dare he! Arthur had told him no matter how many times they get into physically violent combat that he'd never hit his face since it was so precious to him, and he just did!

Francis finally noticed the shaking hands unbuttoning his shirt and roughly shoved Arthur's sweaty hands off of him, sliding away from his slowly approaching figure until his back and neck met with the side of the bed. They had been clawing at each other for a full on thirteen minutes now, not only was Francis exhausted, but his entire bedroom was in shambles because of Arthur not wanting to take responsibility and stay on the bottom where he belonged and his dick wasn't sure if it should be extremely hard or extremely soft.

"Francis? Why are you being so difficult? All you have to do is lay there like the slut you are and take it. Simple, yes?" Francis scoffed at him and begged to differ, it wasn't as 'simple' as he said it was, Francis barely bottomed and when he did, he always ended up on top in the end anyways because he always did it better! Francis slapped Arthur across the face and headbutted him, immediately regretting it when his forehead began to throb painfully but smirking when he saw Arthur stumble backwards and spit vulgar profanities under his breath.

Francis regained his balance as he stood up and lunged himself at Arthur full force, knocking them both down in the process and hurting Arthur again when the back of his head bumped against the floor, 'that had to hurt', Francis chuckled darkly. His chuckling was cut short when Arthur crashed their lips together, Francis' yelp of surprise turned into a delicious moan that went straight to Arthur's growing erection. The kiss was terribly sloppy because the both of them were trying to outdo each other, Arthur's removed his lips from Francis and grabbed his tongue between his lips and began sucking on it sensually.

"N-ngh, nnnh ba-basta-ah!" Francis mumbled, his hands shot up for Arthur dirty blond hair but they were slapped away instantly by Arthur's free hand while the other snaked down to his rump and squeezed it tightly making Francis yank his tongue away from Arthur's lips to escape him, running towards the bed to search through the comforter on his bed and under it. Francis searched the room in a panic, throwing the plush pillows off his bed in search for-

"Looking for this, dear?" Arthur snarled cockily, holding up the same pleather bag Francis was looking for in the first place. Francis froze in place, watching carefully as Arthur unzipped the bag unbearably slow, reaching inside, pulling out a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. He twirled them around his finger playfully and fully circled around Francis a few times, loving the tent in Francis' slacks, it showed he was doing something right, for once.

Francis jerked violently when a hand came down swiftly to his behind but he still managed to keep his groan quiet, he didn't want Arthur to know this was a big turn on for him and that he was enjoying this, because he was most certainly not enjoying this, not at all, dammit! Francis' face only turned redder when Arthur's wet tongue flicked against the shell of his ear, sucking his earlobe and playing with the small diamond earring in it between his teeth.

Arthur enjoyed the way Francis' bottom lip quivered each time his tongue worked up and down the shell of his pink ear, Mmm...you enjoy having my tongue in your slimy french ears, don't you?" Francis scoffed in disgust but kept his calm composure with his hands at his side balled up into shaky fist.

Arthur's free hand began to rub up and down the Frenchman's heaving chest, pinching and rubbing Francis' sore, pink nipples until they hardened under his touch as he continued to toy in Francis' ear with his tongue, "You aren't resisting anymore, that's odd. Finally submitting, are you?" He said with mock disappointment, he knew Francis wanted to be bent over some random desk and pounded into oblivion, but he wanted to hear it from his dirty French mouth first, of course.

"Like hell I am!" Francis growled, grabbing the hand that held the weird handcuffs and latching one successfully around Arthur's boney wrist and pushed the shocked Brit down until he landed on his stomach on the bed, grunting when his hair was grabbed and yanked backwards. The glare Arthur was giving Francis could have burned a hole through every layer of the earth but Francis wasn't intimidated, oh no, it only fueled to the fire growing rapidly in his pants.

"You have ten seconds to get these damn cuffs off of me." Arthur warned calmly but only received a cocky chortle and an amused 'Non' in response. He turned on his back in record timing and blinked up at Francis with fake innocence, "You know what, I understand my place now. So, please, fuck me?" He felt Francis' weight on him lessen but it wasn't enough to get his legs trapped underneath free.

'Well, here goes the last of my dignity.' Arthur thought grimly.

He whined childishly and bit his dry bottom lip, "How am I supposed to open wide for you if you're still on my legs, you twat? What is it? Do you want me to ride you?" He added at the end with a out of character flirtatious wink. Those kinky words immediately went to Francis groin and he lifted himself off of Arthur slightly, still cautious of him because by god was Arthur an excellent liar. Francis knew he made a horrible mistake when Arthur shot him a victorious smirk. Arthur's free legs latched around Francis' slim hips and with all the strength he could muster in his lower body he successfully managed to flip their positions with Francis now laying on the bed as Arthur sat triumphantly on top of his waist.

Arthur had took a moment to slow down his harsh breathing, looking down at the cuff still around his wrist he snarled at it in distaste, "Francis, give me the keys." Francis shot him a dirty glare and rolled his eyes, looking off to the side to ignore Arthur's irritating face. Arthur huffed, this was going to be more difficult than expected.

"Give me the keys or I will put the other cuff on you." He felt Francis tense up underneath him, jackpot. Francis slowly brought his eyes back up to Arthur's and shot him a challenging look, daring him to do so. Arthur hesitated for only a moment before shrugging and grabbing the other cuff and locking it tightly around Francis' right wrist, the look on Francis' face was priceless.

"What is wrong with you? Now we're both cuffed, you rosbif!" Francis screeched as he kept tugging at the handcuffs around his and Arthur's wrist.

"Give me the damn key and I'll unlock it."

"Non." Arthur could of sworn he felt a vain in his forehead pop when Francis still continued to refuse him. He leaned down till he and Francis were nose to nose and moved over to the other ear he hadn't messed with yet and stuck his tongue inside, sucking obnoxiously and making vulgar slurping noises with his mouth and saliva. Francis' mouth was agape, "Get your nasty tongue out of my ea-AHN!" He began to thrash around which only caused Arthur to use more saliva and slurp in his ear harder. As if the pleasurable, sexual tongue play with his ear wasn't torture enough; it began to tickle.

"Ahn-Ahaha-NGG!" Francis was confused with himself, he wasn't sure whether he should be moaning or laughing and it was irritating him to no end! Arthur laughed quietly in his ear and let his tongue swirl his around his earlobe before catching it into his hot mouth and sucking vigorously on it some more.

Francis' giggling was becoming shallow and there were already tears of uncontrolled laughter streaming down his flushed cheeks, all this laughing was making it hard to breath and his stomach began to hurt.

"Ah-ah-ah t-take the k-keYYs! They're in m-my baACK pocket, you bitch!" Francis roared between unsure moans and chuckles and heavy gasp. Arthur decided it was enough and stopped before Francis passed out on him from the lack of air, he gave one last flick of the tongue against Francis' ear and backed off, reaching inside Francis' pocket to produce a key with pink fuzz at the edge of it, why he bought these ugly ass handcuffs was a total mystery to him. Since his hands were in Francis' pants he got off of him after he un-cuffed himself and put the remaining cuff on Francis' free hand then tugged Francis' pants off and threw them over in some random corner, proceeding to do the same with his.

He smiled lecherously at Francis' unamused face as he removed the rest of his clothing until he was down to his orange boxers, Francis made a face of disgust, "Orange looks absolutely horrible on you." He complained and Arthur glared at him. "If you don't like the color orange on me then how about you remove my undergarments yourself?" To his surprise, Francis carefully lifted himself off of the bed so he wouldn't fall over due to his lack of hands at the moment and approached Arthur on his knees until his face was met with Arthur's rock-hard erection.

"W-well?" Arthur didn't mean to stutter, because he knew Francis was forward but, dear lord. Francis' teeth held on to the edges of his boxers and tugged them down with expertise, he ignored the 'Bloody hell, you well experienced whore!' Arthur shot at him under his breath and experimentally dragged his tongue along the slit of Arthur's hard on. Arthur groaned at the feeling of Francis' wet tongue on his throbbing appendage, and bucked his hips slightly at the wonderful sensation. The head of his dick slipped past Francis' lips and brushed against his teeth, Francis glowered up at Arthur and shot him a soul stealing glare before getting back to work, he didn't like being rushed when it came to giving blow jobs.

Francis opened his mouth and took all of Arthur inside, forcing himself not to gag as it hit the back of his throat. "Ah-ahn, fuck yes! Take more inside, dammit!" Francis moaned around his cock, feeling his erection grow painfully at the dirty talk, that was one of his sexual weaknesses. He pulled his head off of Arthur and started sucking up and down the sides of Arthur's cock, humming to add more pleasure for him. Arthur's hands found their way into Francis' hair, weaving through his soft, sweaty blond locks, gripping them painfully whenever Francis sucked him just right.

Francis' sucks and licks became sloppier as his jaw began to hurt, so he increased the suction of his blow-job. Arthur could feel his climax building up with each lick, suck and nibble, inching closer and closer until he could hold it no longer. Francis let out another surprised yelp when his hair was tugged harshly making him release Arthur's dick with a wet 'pop!' He was confused until he heard Arthur's ragged breath and the vulgar sound of Arthur jerking himself off, making odd yet sensual wet noises.

"S-shit, F-Francis, open your goddamn mouth, you wanker!" Francis shot an eyebrow up at him and obliged to his demand, opening his mouth wide and sticking his tongue out while giving Arthur a lustful stare, "If anything, you're the wanker here, you ignorant bastard!" He hissed, Arthur grit his teeth at the 'ignorant' comment but let it slide as he climaxed all of Francis' face. Francis jumped only slightly when the first shot of ropey come hit his cheek, the other on his eye, hissing as it stung, then the third one on his plump pink lips.

Arthur fell down to his knees and laid down flat on the floor next to a heavy breathing Francis who was still wiping the cooling come off of his face, turning his face towards him once he came down from his high and stood up once again on weak, shaky legs.

"Bend over the bed." He demanded, Francis shot him a 'Hell no' look stayed put where he lied on the cold tile. "Guess we're going to have to do this the hard way, hmm?"

"Oui, I guess we have to the- ARGH!" He grunted as he was grabbed by his hair and shoved on the mattress face first with his ass in the air. While Francis was stunned Arthur rummaged through 'The bag' and found the clear bottle of lube, and smiled fondly at it before stalking over to Francis and rubbing his hand over Francis' quivering hole. Francis 'eeped!' as a dry finger slid inside of him, "What are you doing!? Don't you have any lube with you, jerk?"

Arthur plunged his middle finger in deeper to make Francis be quiet for once in his lifetime, "Shut the fuck up, I'm in control here...I'll use the lube when I want." Arthur grunted impatiently, after a few more minutes of dry fingering to a silent, other than low grunts from Francis, Arthur withdrew his finger and finally opened the bottle of lube, squeezing some all over his fingers and his other hand, sticking two fingers in at once when his free hand stroked Francis' soft cock, making it hard again.

"What's this? Your cocks turning into a softy again? Can't let that happen again, you're supposed to be rock hard, you only find me attractive, right?"

"That may be true but that doesn't mean I want to be the bottom, you're a horrible top!" He growled, flinching when Arthur pulled out roughly, only to have cold, slicked up fingers to be pushed inside over again. He was about to complain but only a sharp moan escaped his damp lips,

"Englanddd- ah!" Arthur smirked and jammed his fingers back into his sweet spot, producing another groan from Francis. After two more minutes of stretching Francis out, Francis grew tired of just having small fingers inside of him,

"Enough, lets just get this over with, please!" He whined. Arthur rolled his eyes and removed his fingers, applying a little more lube to his erect member before lining himself up with Francis' hole, pushing in slowly and hissing at how tight Francis still was even after all that stretching!

"Good lord, Francis. You're still tight-assed, I thought you'd be looser with you being a total whore and all." He chuckled, delivering a harsh 'slap!' to Francis' backside and licking his lips when Francis yelped in pleasure at the pain.

"I am not a whore and I don't bottom because I am a natural born top! You can't top-ahnn!" Arthur snapped his hips forward roughly until he was fully inside Francis.

"What was that? I can't-" He thrust in swiftly, making Francis throw his head back and let out a wanton moan again. "top? You say? How do you like this, you slimy slut?" Without warning, his member began sliding in and out of Francis over and over again. The arousing sound of slapping skin turned Francis on like crazy, he was literally screaming out in pleasure when Arthur began pulling on his hair and giving occasional slaps to his ass while still ramming into his backside.

"I-ah! r-really fucking hate you, asshole!"

"What was that, Francis? Yes, of course I'm in your asshole, how did you know?" He grunted sarcastically, biting his lip when Francis clenched around him on purpose, squeezing his dick in pain.

"Loosen up, will you!" Arthur growled and began yanking Francis' blond locks harder, pulling little strands out in the process and angering Francis further.

"Don't pull out my-ah! hair, dammit!" He hissed when Arthur only pulled harder in response to show that he didn't give a damn about his request. Heavy breathing became heavier, Arthur and Francis could feel their climax coming and Arthur didn't want to finish before Francis, that showed weakness and Arthur was not weak he used to be a bloody pirate for goodness sake! He reached under Francis and grabbed his hard cock, pumping it quickly and using the pre-cum he produced to make his hand fist Francis' dick faster, chuckling when Francis began whimpering louder at him.

"Ah ah! Oui, oui, harder! Fuck me harder, dammit!" And Arthur happily complied, rubbing his cock faster and thrusting harder into Francis' tight hole. "Mmh, that's it Francis, cum you greedy cock-slut!"

"Arth-" He cut him off by correcting him,

"That's England to you, dumb ass!"

Francis rolled his eyes and nodded quickly at him and corrected himself, "E-England, I can't! I can't! I'm gonna-" Arthur only pounded into him faster as Francis groaned out that he was ready.

"T-then come, you idiot!" Francis buried his face in the sheets and yelled into them as he came, hot white squirts of hot cum shooting out to the sheets below them, his sweaty legs quivering so much they gave in under him. Arthur let go of Francis' member and slammed into him one last time before coming deep inside of Francis.

"B-bloody hell, so good!" He then fell on top of Francis' sweaty form, now too weak to move because of all the energy and movement fucking cost.

"I-I love you, git...if you were having a problem with your stupid penis then why didn't you come to me instead of suffering and roaming around like some dolt?" He was curious to know, Francis always came to him when he needed release, so why didn't he come to him about this? What a wanker!

"I hate you..." Francis mumbled into the sheets moodily, receiving a chortle from Arthur,

"Sure you do, but at least your dick loves me. Also, you have to love me, you aren't running off to anyone else anytime soon unless you want to go sexless for the rest of your miserable French life, hmm?" Francis chuckled beneath him and gave him a weak smile,

"Oui?

"Wee." Francis grimaced at Arthur's accent when he 'attempted' to speak French, horrible! "Je'taime, asshole."

"Whatever. I love you too, limp dick Francis." Francis' eyes went wide and he gaped at what Arthur just said.

"How did you find out that stupid nickname? It wasn't Spain and Prussia was it?" Arthur shot up a large eyebrow at him and chortled at Francis' confusion.

"Of course it was those two..I helped come up with it, after all." Francis whined in annoyance at him and tried to shake Arthur off of his back, it was really hot and his body was tuckered-out.

"I am going to chop your damn eyebrows off."

"Sureee you will." He rolled over off of Francis and pulled him into a tight embrace from behind.

"Arthur?"

"What is it now, Francis?"

"...I'm still horny..." Arthur grew stiff beside him and shrugged,

"...Ok?" He let out a yelp as Francis pinned him to the damp bed and smirked lecherously at him,

"I'm topping this round."

"WHO SAID WE WERE HAVING ANOTHER ROUND? FRANCIS DON'T YOU DARE- Ahhnn!"

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….I have no excuses for the super late update, I've had this chapter done like two weeks ago but I was afraid to post it because this was my first time with smut and I apologize if it kind of dragged on... don't hate me I love you guys! uWu

Any errors shall be fixed later on..

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I hope you enjoyed this FrUK story, stay tuned for the next one I shall be posting very very soon, love ya! -Kisses your cheeks- 3