FrUK: From The Start

Part Sixteen

I swear this is the last cover change!!!!

It was five years later, on a Tuesday morning, when Arthur received the call that would change his life.
"Arthur?"
"Lukas? Did Emil forget one of his toys?"
Francis was at the counter, giving ten year old Matthew cooking instructions while Alfred played with his cars under the table. The Frenchman looked up from his duty, intrigued.
"Matthias...he...he's gone..."
"What?"
"He was being annoying like usual while I was driving, and I got distracted...and...and..." Lukas started to sob.
"Oh no..." Arthur almost dropped the phone in shock.
"We lost Alexander too." He continued to weep. "Can you...can you take care of Emil for a few days? I need to work some things out."
"Of course." Arthur nodded.
"Thanks. I'll have one of the doctors send him over."

(•••)

Matthias's funeral was the next Sunday.
Arthur stuck next to Lukas the whole time, quick to console his friend.
Francis gave them space, keeping an eye on the children who were more well behaved than usual.
Emil hadn't said a word since he was dropped off at the Kirkland-Bonnefoy household. He was still in shock from the accident. Francis tried his best to comfort the child and encourage him to play with the others. But he had become reclusive.
"Arthur...can I talk to you alone?" Lukas asked when the ceremony was almost over.
"Sure." Arthur nodded and stood, helping Lukas.
They found their way into a bathroom, locking the door behind them.
Lukas sat down on the floor, putting his face in his hands. Arthur sat at his side, putting his arm around his friend.
"I've loved you since high school." The Norwegian whispered.
"Huh?"
"I have. But then you started going out with Francis. So I finally decided to give into the Dane's affections. He was annoying as hell but he distracted me from you."
"I didn't know..."
Lukas swallowed. "I want you. Just once. We don't have to tell anybody."
"W-what?!"
"Please. I just lost half of my life. I just need to..." Lukas trailed off, tears leaking from his violet eyes.
Arthur, feeling guilty, put his hand on Lukas's cheek and wiped away the dampness.
The Norwegian leaned in and set his lips against Arthur's. He really wanted to pull away, but there was such a draw to the kiss. He allowed Lukas to push him down to the floor and climb on top of him, undoing his pants and removing his member.
He didn't object. He had once loved Lukas too. His mind was urging him to continue this. His hands reached into the Norwegian's pants and stroked his McWang.
The other's pants were removed and Lukas moved himself between Arthur's legs, pushing into him with force.
Arthur cried out in pain and pleasure as Lukas thrusted.
He bit his lip. "Ahh~"
It didn't take long for Lukas to cum. But Arthur hadn't yet. The Norwegian pulled out and pressed his lips to the Brit's solid fish finger, sucking on it like it was a butter flavoured papsickle.
Arthur let loose his seed along with a final moan before the two quickly cleaned themselves up.
When the exited the bathroom, Arthur froze.
"Mon Cher, zhe children are getting restless. Are you ready to go?" Francis leaned against the wall across the hall from the bathroom, arms crossed.
"Uh...yeah..." The Brit felt something in his stomach explode. He wanted to throw up.
"Lukas, are you ready to take Emil 'ome or should we keep 'im anozher night?"
"I need more time. Make sure he has his meds before bed."
Francis nodded, walking toward the exit where the boys waiting without another word, making it impossible to tell if he knew anything about what Arthur had just done.
Shit.

If any of y'all are pissed about what I just did there blame my homie/daughter Liza, whose name won't currently tag for me. Anything that happens after this is out of my control.