Long live the Sire. (Napoleon x Alexander.)

Make him swoon!

On Napoleon's desk sat a lone paper with a rather cursive and thin writing on, the words in French. Tsar picked up paper, his eyes scanning across the page. "Who's this letter for." Alexander asked, his head turning to look at Napoleon as he replied to the question. It was the British, it's always the British. He's using the threatening technique to intimidate them, but it doesn't seem to be working since all their attacks of the past, but who knows, since Napoleons new rise and his defeats of battles, most of Europe has had their eye on France, especially the British. Ever since the Continental system King George couldn't seem to keep his eyes off the man. Maybe Napoleon liked all the attention - He seemed to be seeking it after all.

Napoleon shrugged and looked outside. "The stars." He said quietly. "They are bright." The wind pushed against the window making a howling sound and the two emperors were silent, staring at the stars. The aura in the air changed, there was a tinge of mystery lurking among the two new formed friends. The only things that pierced the found silence was Tsar's chair squeaking and him standing up behind Napoleon. "Yes." He purred down Napoleons ear, wrapping a hand around his shoulder in the way a girlfriend would to her boyfriend. Though Napoleon knew and felt that is was wrong he just couldn't help but feel a sharp pang of needing for Alexander, the type he couldn't find a word for. And as he looked into The Tsar's eyes he realised.

His face turned red and he obnoxiously coughed to cut the intimacy between them. "Bright! very! yes!" He blabbered, unable to form one of his common and usual yapping like sentences. This confused Tsar, he couldn't seem to understand why Napoleon seemed so anxious.

He took Napoleons cheek in his hand, forcing Napoleon to look at him. Napoleon was unsure on the situation that was happening but he didn't seem opposed to what was happening, he looked to be enjoying it, causing the Tsar to go further with his actions. Tsar leaned in closer to Napoleons face and Napoleons warm breath pressed against his lips, his face warming up in the most embarrassing way ever. This time it seemed a lot more personal for the both of them.

Alexander leaned in, stealing Napoleons lips in a deep intimate kiss. God it was intoxicating. Napoleon instantly got heavy breath and drew his hands up to Tsars hair which he held on for with his dear life. The two muffled in this kiss for awhile until Alexander found himself pushing Napoleon up to the wall as they both pulled away, sweaty and short breathed. Though this only lasted for a short while and their lips soon joined again in another kiss which left Napoleon begging for more from Alexander. He grunted and huffed once they separated again, looking up at Alexander with pleading eyes he whined.

Tsar looked down at him and softly bit his lip in reply. Without warning he picked up Napoleon and carried him to the bed which he was then thrown down on. His straight hair was now scuffed and messy, though he didn't seem to mind aslong as he was with Alexander.