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Club80 (FrUK) Part 1

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"And this is the place I told ya about!" Alfred said excitedly, pointing out an unobscure building at the end of the block they were traveling down. A glowing neon sign proclaimed the place to be 'Club80'. "Whatcha think?"

Francis sighed, glancing over at Alfred with a raised eyebrow and a soft playful smile. "Et this is where you see that boy, Al?"

"Yeah." Alfred replied, a dreamy smile on his face. "You should see him move, like hot damn. I gotta get there early though, so no one else takes him."

"Mon Dieu, Alfred, you should be asking if you could see him moving a bit closer to you, and maybe near a bed?"

"Oh no, we're real close. I get a private room with him and stuff." Alfred paused and his smile grew softer. "But I really like him. Like, like like. And I think he likes me back. So we just talk and kiss and cuddle there. I haven't been able to get him to agree to meet me outside the club yet...but soon."

Francis glanced at him with a smile. "Gradually, you will...make sure to make him want more, et see you outside, mmm?"

"I...yeah. Yeah, I'll try that, thanks man! C'mon, they've got a whole bunch of variety, let's go!" They had reached the club now, and Alfred dragged Francis in after showing a card to the guy at the door.

The interior was low-lit and slightly smoky, but had semblances of elegance in its decorations. There was a lot of dark red and what seemed like Victorian-style furniture. A runway lined with poles snaked down the middle of the room, with every pole lit up from both the top and bottom. Tables were scattered around the floor surrounding the runway, and little alcoves for semi-private dances dotted the walls. On the far end there was a corridor, which led to the private rooms.

Francis had to take a breath once they got in, glancing around once. "...You know, maybe I should wait outside until you're done, Alfred."

"No, no!" Alfred latched onto his arm. "C'mon, at least try one guy! They've got this one British dude who you might like. I heard his rules are kinds strange, but Al says he's good too. Please? Just try!"

"Non, I'd rather not bother any of them-" He stopped before snorting. "Of course they're strange, he's British. It probably comes from that..."

"Dude, they work here. They wanna be bothered." Alfred pulled him to a table near the stage. "At least wait with me until Al comes out?"

Francis sighed and glanced at the ceiling before nodding. "Oui, fine."

"Awesome, thanks!" Alfred settled back into his chair. The show started a few minutes later. A few guys came out, but the American paid them no attention. It was when a short green-eyed blond came out that he perked up again. "Hey." he said, nudging Francis. "That's the British guy."

Arthur strode out confidently, like he usually did. There was a fairly large audience that night. His eyes flicked over to where Alfred was sitting- he always sat at the same table every night, waiting for his precious Al. It was cute and Al, who was going on right after him, would no doubt be peeking through the curtains. But Alfred wasn't alone that night- there was another blond next to him, and that man didn't really look as if he were enjoying himself. Arthur smirked and strode leisurely towards them, the leather he was wearing hugging his body and showing off all his curves and muscles. He grasped the pole in front of the table the two were sitting and began an intricate dance. Once his feet left the ground they didn't return for a good two minutes as he twisted and twirled around the pole, demonstrating his strength and flexibility.

Francis blinked out of his daze and glanced over to where Alfred was pointing, watching 'the British guy' walk out. What he didn't expect though, was to watch him decide on dancing right in front of them, and he sighed a curse under his breath. His hand was on one side of his head, fingers serving both as something to lean on, and to partially cover his view. He couldn't help constantly glancing at Arthur, but he tried not to make eye contact, really.

Arthur saw the newcomer trying to hide and sighed softly. He made a small exception to the general 'stay on the stage' rule and moved so he was right in front of the blond. He dragged his fingers lightly down the man's cheek and moved his hand so he had an unobstructed view of Arthur's dance. He lifted the man's chin up and blew him a soft kiss before leaping back onto the stage and moving farther down it to dance at a few more poles.

Francis couldn't say he was pleasantly surprised when he suddenly saw the Brit right in front of him- but only for the sole reason that he froze, just watching him and basically letting him do what he wanted- touch his cheek (the feeling still lingered), move his hand away, lift his chin up. But the second he turned, Francis swallowed and blinked a few more times, fixing his collar and sinking a little in his seat.

"Whoa..." Alfred whispered. "He never does that..."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yeah! He never gets off the stage and like, goes up to someone before his services get bought. None of 'em do. They're not supposed ta, Al told me. Somethin' 'bout not picking favorites."

"Ah..." Francis nodded softly. "Well then...ah, I've no idea why he did." he added in a mutter, glancing at Arthur up on the stage again.

Arthur caught his glance and winked, thrusting his hips lightly at him. He didn't really know why he was concentrating so hard on the blond man- maybe it was because he looked so uncomfortable, and Arthur wanted to get him to loosen up. But there was a tiny part of him that wanted this man to buy his services, if only to stop him from going to one of his regular customers- a leery-looking man who pushed his rules farther and farther and was getting dangerously close to breaking them. That man was here tonight as well, and Arthur didn't want to go to him again.

"I think he likes you!" Alfred said cheerfully, but then his attention was drawn to where the next figure had emerged. A dark-skinned dark brown haired man with red eyes and a teasing smirk. Al. Alfred's face lit up when he saw him, and Al also sent Alfred a private smile and wink before starting his routine.

Francis didn't know why he was feeling so weird, especially when Arthur was as if flirting with him. He- Francis- did it all the time to others, so why would he be shy now? But for all the things in hell, he couldn't pull his eyes off Arthur, just watching him- that is until Alfred started to shine. He looked to his right to see the so-called Al and he smiled, glancing back at Alfred. "Is that him?"

"Yeah." Alfred said, his voice coming out really high and soft.

Al strutted over to the pole in front of them and started dancing for Alfred, occasionally winking or blowing kisses at the blond American, actions that left Alfred blushing and smiling like mad. His style of dancing was rougher more rugged than Arthur's, but he still wrapped his body expertly around the pole, his feet rarely touching the ground.

Francis was looking at Alfred and trying not to laugh at how cute he looked fangirling over Al, and he gently nudged him with his foot and a soft smirk. But while he was going on, he kept glancing past Al and at Arthur.

Alfred waved a hand at him, almost as if to ward him off, and kept his eyes fixed on his crush.

Arthur's smirk grew when he noticed what was going on at their table and he leisurely sauntered over there, making sure to stop by a few more poles on the way and do little dances for the people sitting around them as well. When he reached Al the two of them nodded to each other and began dancing together around the same pole, whirling and spinning with dizzying speed, a hairsbreadth from touching or crashing into each other.

If this wasn't also an art, Francis didn't know what was. He had sunken a bit more in his seat when Arthur started coming over, his heart fluttering gently. But now he couldn't help watching now, amazed at their flexibility- and surely how wonderfully useful it'd be in other things.

They ended with a finale of Al wrapping his legs around the post and spinning on it like that, holding hands with Arthur as the blond sailed through the air, only holding on to the American. After a few circles he let go and landed lightly on the stages. He and Al bowed together to all of the people in the room, giving a small extra bow to the two blonds. Then, they stalked off the stage together to give some other dancers room.

Francis immediately looked at Alfred. "What are those rules?"

"Hmm? What rules?"

"You said he- the Anglais- has some kind of weird rules?"

"Oh, yeah. I dunno what they are though. He only tells the guys that y'know, buy him for the night." Alfred shrugged. "But they can't be that bad, I mean the guy's pretty popular."

"...Right, right..." Francis muttered, going silent for a moment. "Well, aren't you going to go get Al now?"

"Yeah, they're gonna come out now."

As Alfred was saying this, all the dancers came out. There were about twenty of them all together, and the people in the audience sat up straighter when they appeared. Al marched straight over to Alfred.

"Heeeeey babe." he said, grinning. "The usual?"

Alfred nodded, his eyes shining. He bade Francis farewell and turned a bit red again when Al snaked an arm around his waist, pulling him away toward the private rooms.

Arthur meanwhile was slowly inching his way toward Francis, throwing almost anxious glances between the Frenchman and the leery guy, who was openly staring at him- or more specifically, his ass. The latest look Arthur had thrown Francis's way was laced with encouragement, and just the barest hint of pleading.

Francis could recognize a look like that just about anywhere and he frowned gently before trying to meet Arthur's eyes, a questioning look on his face.

Arthur tilted his head very lightly in the leery guy's direction. He then quickly turned to the right, heading away from both of them before looping around to be slightly closer to Francis. On his way he trailed his fingers over a random tabletop, the occupants of the table starting to blush but making no move to stop him.

Francis looked where Arthur tilted his head towards and he immediately saw one man staring at him. He glanced back at the Englishman and hesitated before sighing and standing from his table, walking over to him. "Mmm, don't want him taking you?"

"He's getting a tad too...eager. I'm Arthur." He smirked softly, raising a hand and trailing it lightly down Francis's arm. "Would you like to request my services?"

Francis glanced at his hand from the corner of his eye and then looked back at him. "...Ah, oui, sure."

"Perfect. How long? One hour, two, or three?" Arthur's fingers wrapped lightly around his upper arm and he started pulling Francis away towards the private rooms.

"Uh, however long you think until he'll leave?"

Arthur snorted. "It's your money. Your choice."

Francis cursed under his breath, trying to think of when Alfred might be done, but he only had the option of guessing. "Er...one then, sure."

"All right." Arthur gave him a smirk as he led the way up, swaying his hips ever so slightly as he climbed the stairs. He took Francis to a fairly small room, still decorated in that Victorian-like style. There was a large bed, a pole in the center of the room, a TV on the wall, and a small full bathroom. Arthur closed the door after he entered and locked it, slowly starting to push Francis towards the bed afterward. "I have three rules."

Francis made sure not to stumble, and raised an eyebrow as an invitation for Arthur to share.

"No kisses on the lips, no biting, and no sex." Arthur pushed him down onto the bed and half crawled onto him. "Now, what shall we do?" he whispered.

Francis frowned softly. "Mon Dieu- what the hell else is there?"

Arthur chuckled. "I can dance for you again, either on the pole or in your lap, you may kiss me everywhere else, you may take my clothes off, or vice versa, perhaps a little bondage? Whatever you'd like."

Francis pressed his lips lightly together. "Um- well maybe we could just talk or something- you know."

"Talk?" Arthur frowned.

"Oui, er, talk or something..." Francis gently started easing back.

Arthur blinked, looking confused. "Just...talk...?" he seductively trailed his fingers down Francis's arm, then hand. "Are you sure?"

Francis closed his eyes with a sigh and smile. "Oui, uh maybe we can do that another time, hmm?" He gently trailed his own fingers down Arthur's side before trying to slide out from under him again.

Arthur bit his lip and nodded, moving away to sprawl out on one side of the bed, giving Francis a good view of his leather-covered body. "So what would you like to...talk...about?"

"Um...whatever you'd like, cher." Francis sat up a bit. "What was going on with that other man?"

"He's getting too touchy." Arthur cleared his throat. "But I shouldn't be discussing this."

"Ahh, désolé. Well, can't you declare you don't want to see him any more- unless that's also something not to discuss?"

"I need the-" Arthur stopped himself. "I can't refuse a customer." He just really needed the money to support his little brother Peter and himself, but that was personal.

"Ahh...well, if he starts pushing too much then you should- break it off."

"Break what off? I see him here and pleasure him. If he comes in and wants me, then I oblige. Tell me about yourself now, hmm? Why did you come here?"

"Al. His mm...close friend Alfred is my friend. Et he dragged me over here."

"Oh I know all about Alfred." Arthur rolled his eyes. "Al won't shut up about him. But it's your first time ever to a stripper/dancer club?"

Francis chuckled softly. "I suppose it is."

"And you're sure you just want to talk?" Arthur wiggled his hips a bit, still not quite able to believe that someone came to a strip club and just wanted to hold a conversation.

"Well, I was just supposed to be waiting- unless you'd rather be with that man?"

"N-No..." Arthur thought for a moment. "I can also do cuddles?" he finally offered, biting his lip again.

Francis chuckled softly. "I'd rather not, unless you'd really like to."

"All right then." God, this was going to be an awkward hour.

"Désolé, Arthur, no offense but I'd like to know you a lot better before anything like that."

Arthur frowned. "Know me better?" Well, that was a first.

"Mmm. Love someone, et then do all that, you know?"

"Y-Yes..." How badly Arthur wished for that. But it didn't seem possible for him, not with his...profession.

"Mon Dieu, désolé, are you all right?" Francis glanced over at him, leaning on his elbows.

Arthur gave him a soft smile, but then seemed to remember himself and the smile turned into a smirk. "Perfectly fine." He leaned back, showing off his body again as a last-ditch effort of asking if Francis was sure he didn't want to do anything.

Francis gently brushed his hand against Arthur's with a "Merci," before lying back again.

Arthur blinked, electricity going down his spine for a moment. He shrugged the feeling off and nodded. "No problem."

Francis sighed softly and was silent for a few minutes. "...What do you like to do?"

"...Outside here?"

"Mhm."

"Err...well I like to read while sipping tea?"

Francis chuckled. "True English."

"Watch it, Frenchy." Arthur immediately shot back.

"Denying it, sourcils?"

"Of course not, wine-bastard!"

Francis snorted. "Mmm, right, stubborn on instant, eh rosbif?"

Arthur huffed and turned away from him nose high in the air. "Wanker." he muttered, almost to himself.

"Point that nose up higher, if you can." Francis snickered.

"Belt up, tosser!" Arthur shot a scowl in his direction.

"Make me, Anglais."

Arthur moved lightning-fast to push him flat on his back on the bed and straddle him, both of his hands covering Francis's mouth. He leaned down so his own mouth was next to Francis's ear. "Belt up and surrender to me." he whispered huskily.

Francis glanced up at him from the corner of his eye and smirked himself, reaching up to push Arthur's hand away- only as much as he needed. "Non."

"Oh?" Arthur pulled away from him, so he was hanging over his body, and raised an eyebrow.

Francis chuckled, raising one of his own with a little smirk tugging at his lips. "You can try begging, but a surrender doesn't come so easy, cher." he mused back.

"Englishmen. Don't. Beg." With every word Arthur dipped a little lower, so by the end their noses were almost touching.

"Don't they?" Francis continued smirking softly, drawing a few circles into Arthur's collarbone.

Arthur closed his eyes briefly, but then focused them on Francis's blue ones with fierce intensity. "No."

Francis snickered and leaned up to breathe gently on his lips. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." Arthur pulled Francis's hands above the Frenchman's head and pinned them onto the bed with his hand. He leaned a bit to the side so he could trail his breath down Francis's neck. "Remember who's on top, love."

Francis let out a breath with a smile, chuckling breathlessly. "Would you like to switch, cher?"

"Oh no, this is a very nice position." Arthur continued moving downwards, making sure not to actually touch him with his lips though.

"Not really fit for an Englishman though, is it?" Francis teased, raising his knee up a bit against him.

Arthur let out a tiny moan. "Oh? And how is that?" he asked, breathing softly right over Francis's heart.

"Well, we all know who's known for being better in bed, Arthur." Francis moved his leg to the left before putting it on Arthur's back, curling a bit to his waist and then turning them both over. He then pinned down Arthur's wrists on his sides. "Hmm?"

"And I thought you said just talking, mmm?"

Francis laughed softly before wetting his lips. "Well, aren't we? I just..." He took Arthur's hand and raised it up to kiss it. "Wanted to show where the idea of a gentleman came from, et then into your country." He smirked softly.

Arthur scoffed. "I beg your pardon? That is a fully English term!"

Francis laughed again. "Maybe, but we do it better."

"I'll show you-" Arthur suddenly stopped, swallowed, and quickly scoffed again. "I highly doubt that."

Francis smirked a bit. "Quoi, what was that?"

"I said I doubt that."

"Before?"

"Nothing."

Francis laughed. "Really?"

"Yes." Arthur said forcefully. "Really."

"Come on, Arthur, just say..." Francis started tracing gently designs on Arthur's collarbone.

"I said nothing." Arthur repeated, his eyes fluttering shut at the touches.

Francis smiled when he glanced at Arthur and he hummed softly. "Mmm, rosbif."

"What?"

"You said nothing, oui?"

"Yes..."

Francis laughed and leaned down to kiss Arthur's cheek. "Well anyways, look who's on top now, amour."

"Amour?" Arthur raised an eyebrow.

"Quoi, you called me love earlier."

"I...I suppose I did..."

"Why so shy all of a sudden, rosbif?"

"I am not!" Arthur protested indignantly.

"Oui, you are."

"I'm not-" A little timer went off, and Arthur paused. "You have five minutes left." he said softly.

Francis blinked in surprise, before smiling softly. "Right, of course."

They stayed like that for another minute and then Arthur eased Francis off him, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Thank you for a most...interesting night."

"How much was it?"

"Seventy-five." Arthur's normal fare was a hundred an hour, but since they hadn't actually done anything that the room was really supposed to be used for, he felt this was fair.

Francis nodded as he dug through his pocket. After a moment he stood and walked around the bed, offering a hand for Arthur to take.

Arthur took it and stood, surreptitiously smoothing out any wrinkles on his clothing.

Francis handed him the money and bowed gently to kiss his hand again. "Merci as well. I hope that man doesn't bother you too much, Arthur."

"He should be gone now- if he doesn't get me first, then he usually leaves." Arthur slid the money into his pocket and ruffled up Francis's hair a bit before he opened the door. "So that it looks like you had a good time." he explained. "Come, I'll walk you down."

Francis laughed and gently shook his head to let his hair flip down his shoulders before walking over to Arthur.

Arthur took his hand and led him back down to the main room. He frowned slightly when he saw the leery guy still there, but he quickly masked it with the normal, seductive face he always had while in this room. He wrapped his arms around Francis and leaned in close to his neck, but only breathed on it again. To all outsiders though, it looked as if he was either kissing Francis or whispering something to him.

Francis turned his head a tiny bit to the right, as if he was either listening to him or enjoying it. Nonetheless, he noticed the guy himself. "You want to go for another hour, Arthur?"

Arthur wanted to say yes. Oh, how badly did he want to say yes. "N-Not if you don't want to, I mean it's your money and time."

Francis gently turned his head more so it touched Arthur's cheek. "Come on."

Arthur drew back, ever so slightly, so that he wasn't touching Francis anymore. "N-No, you should go..."

"Come on, Arthur."

"Are you sure?" Arthur pulled back to look him in the eyes questioningly.

Francis nodded gently, with a soft smile. "Alfred isn't out yet either."

Arthur leaned up to kiss him on the cheek for real this time. "Thank you." he murmured as he took hold of Francis's arm and dragged him back to their little room. Once the door was closed he lightly pushed Francis towards the bed, pushing the Frenchman down onto his back and crawling back over him. "Now then, frog..." he whispered, his mouth by Francis's ear again. "Where did we leave off?"

Francis smiled with a little chuckle. "Well, wherever you would've liked, cher."

Arthur smiled and whipped out a pair of handcuffs, which he placed over Francis's wrists and then looped over a small, concealed hook in the bedframe so that Francis was secured there with his hands above his head. "Mmm, right about here." He straddled him and once more traveled southward, his breath gently ghosting over the Frenchman's neck. He was incredibly careful though, only going through the motions because he knew Francis didn't actually want to do anything.

Francis didn't expect that, tugging at the cuffs a bit, but not minding it in the slightest. "Quoi, to make it easier for yourself?" he chuckled again, and he glanced down at him.

"Of course..." Arthur glanced up at him in the exact same moment, and their eyes met. The Englishman turned red and tilted his head back down. "So err...another hour then?"

"Oui." Francis laughed and nudged at Arthur with his nose. "Why are you so red?"

"No reason, shut up!" Arthur buried his face in Francis's shirt.

"Mon Dieu, Arthur, am I breaking you?" Francis snickered softly.

"You wish." Arthur muttered, his heart stupidly skipping a beat at that sound.

Francis chuckled and moved a bit in his spot. "Mhm."

Arthur sniffed and lightly dragged his nose across Francis's chest and up his arm until he reached Francis's fingertips, which he kissed softly. His stomach was about level with Francis's face at this point.

Francis smiled a bit and leaned up to gently kiss the sliver of skin exposed to him.

Arthur gasped, heat flooding his stomach. He leaned his head into Francis's hands, nuzzling them.

Francis uncurled his fingers and brushed one of them against Arthur's cheek.

Arthur let out a very soft moan and leaned further against him, arching his back a bit to get even closer and closing his eyes.

The Frenchman leaned his head back to look up at him, and he reached one hand close enough to him to gently outline Arthur's jaw and lips.

Arthur kissed that hand, his tongue darting out at one point to lick the fingertip.

Francis pressed his mouth together and retraced Arthur's lips.

Arthur opened his mouth slightly, allowing Francis's finger to slip into it.

Francis hesitated, but he gently traced the top of Arthur's teeth, and his lip again.

Arthur moaned and licked his finger some more before pulling away and moving his head back down to rest in the crook between his neck and shoulder. At the same time, he quickly opened the handcuffs and released Francis from them.

Francis grinned and lowered his arms to hug Arthur gently. "So I am?"

"Are what?" Arthur muttered, hugging him in return.

"Breaking you, amour?"

"I told you, of course not."

Francis snorted and dragged the handcuffs down the side of the bed, onto Arthur's back. "Right, right, rosbif."

Arthur shivered slightly at the touch. "Oh? And why do you think you are?"

"Well, once second you're cuffing me, and the next I'm doing the same to you."

"You aren't cuffing me." Arthur tightened his arms around Francis's body.

"Oh come on." Francis pulled his hand down the side of Arthur's before taking his wrist and starting to move it to his back.

Arthur resisted for a moment, but then gave in and allowed Francis to do whatever he liked.

Francis snickered softly. "See?" He took his other hand and cuffed both of Arthur's wrists behind his back. "Too easy."

"I allowed you to, frog, don't forget that. I'm here to pleasure you."

"Pleasure should come from both sides, Arthur." He used the arm hugging him to turn him onto his side before getting over him and gently leaning against him.

"Perhaps, but in places like these the rules get slightly skewed." Arthur closed his eyes and arched his back, rolling his shoulders to get his arms into a more comfortable position.

Francis put a finger on Arthur's chest and slowly pushed him down. "Et that's not good."

"Oh?" Arthur opened his eyes and looked up at him from under his lashes.

"They shouldn't be getting skewed."

Arthur nodded. "I suppose so..."

Francis kissed Arthur's forehead before leaning a bit more onto him.

Arthur tensed up slightly, but relaxed when it was just to the forehead. "Your 'just talking' pretty much flew out the window, I hope you realize."

Francis laughed gently. "We still aren't doing much."

"But more than just talking." Arthur leaned up to nuzzle against him. "But this is nice. The most relaxing night I've had in a while."

Francis smiled at him. "I'm glad it is, Arthur." He laid down on his right.

Until the next hour was up they stayed mostly in that position, softly cuddling and talking and laughing and occasionally insulting one another. When the timer beeped again Francis freed him from the handcuffs and they went down. The leery guy was gone and Alfred was waiting down there as well, Al sitting on his lap. When Arthur and Francis were spotted by them, Al hopped off and gave Alfred a final kiss before winking and starting to make rounds around the room again. Arthur also bade Francis farewell and vanished before Francis could get out any money.

Alfred stood up and trotted over to Francis's side, slightly flushed and smiling happily. "S'up? So how'd you like it?"

"I..." Francis sighed softly and put his wallet away. "It was nice- Mon Dieu, Alfred I don't think that's a healthy shade of red for a person." He chuckled.

If anything, Alfred reacted by turning even more red. "Hahaha shut up bro, whatcha talkin' about?" He laughed nervously, but then grinned as he pulled Francis to the door. "But glad ya liked it. You gonna come back?"

"Most likely- to pay him back." Francis glanced behind him before he caught up to Alfred's step. "Et how was your time?"

"Pay him back? What?" Alfred looked back at him with a confused face as they stepped out. "And uhh it was awesome! We did some...things. Yeah."

Francis rolled his eyes. "Did you ask him out?"

"...Shit."

The Frenchman chuckled softly. "Mon Dieu Alfred, you need to remember these things."

Alfred waved his hands around abstractly. "Wait here one sec?"

Francis nodded with a smile, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Awesome." Alfred ran back in. It took him a moment to locate Al, and then a moment more to ask. In response Al nodded and whispered something to him, slapping Alfred's ass as he turned to leave. Alfred squeaked and jumped, turning red again, and shot a half-glare half-affectionate look back at him before leaving once more. "Did it, hah!"

Francis laughed. "Congratulations Alfred- did he say yes?"

"Yeah. Saturday at 7." The smile on his face couldn't be broader. "So how'd it go with you and Arthur? Did ya find out his rules?"

"Oh-" Francis snorted. "Oui, I did."

"And? What are they?"

Francis nudged him. "Go to him et find out."

Alfred groaned. "Oh come on, man! I don't wanna, I've got Al!"

"Exactly." Francis chuckled and took his arm. "Come on."

Alfred grumbled under his breath a bit but allowed Francis to pull him away, his mind still buzzing with Al and Saturdays and dates and Al and that room, oh and Al.

Arthur meanwhile had gotten another customer- thankfully a normal person who'd bought him once or twice before. He danced and stripped and did all of his usual stuff, but the whole time he was thinking about a certain Frenchman. After his shift was over he groaned- Francis had been on his mind all night, and he'd nearly slammed into the pole at one point, he'd been so distracted.

When he got home he immediately checked on Peter, as he always did. He wasn't really comfortable with leaving the thirteen year old boy home alone like that, but he didn't have a choice. Once he made sure everything was all right he collapsed straight into bed and didn't move until it was almost noon.
This is supposed to be a oneshot, but it's a bit too long to put up as just one part, so it's gonna be two.
Creative title is creative.

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more please? 0w0