Part 5

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Chapter 5

This wasn't supposed to happen. As far as Alfred knew, the wedding scene for the promo was cancelled. Nope, damn executives gotta dress Alfred up in so much makeup he looked like a runway clown. He supposed that it had to be done, his eyes that were the same hue as the spade symbol needed to be highlighted and so did his golden spun hair that clashed with the silver crown. Now all he had to do was kiss his ex-boyfriend in front of a camera while pretending to marry him, but hey, take it a day a a time right? It's not like he still found the little British boy attractive. He was to old and cynical for Alfred's tastes.

"Do you, Allen, Prince of Spades, take Oliver to be your queen before the court and the people of your land? To promise to love and care for him as you would your own people?"

Alfred smiled and took Arthur's hand into his own. "I do."

"Do you, Oliver, Prince of Spades, take Allen to be your king, to serve him as you would your people, before the clock of time, and the priestess of magic?"

"I do." Arthur's chipper British voice sounded, sending chills down Alfred's spine.

"You may kiss the groom." The Pastor announced as the boys traded crowns, placing them on the other's heads.

Alfred dipped his head lower to reach Arthur's pale lips. His own pair of lips quivered at the thought, his eyebrows furrowing as he pecked them lightly, disgust creeping onto of his face--

"CUT! Jones! Kirkland! What the fuck are you doing? Are either of you capable of kissing or do I need to hire new actors?"

Alfred's eyes grew as he pushed Arthur away from him. "Hey, I can kiss. alright lady! I just can't kiss him, so hire anybody else!"

Arthur, frustrated completely with Alfred threw his head back in anger and sighed heavily. "Please I am much better at kissing than you are, if anyone is to be fired it better be this loudmouthed lout!"

"Both of you knock it off! Scene 1, take 13. And Action!"

"I do." Allen smiled warmly at his childhood friend. Oliver looked up to meet his gaze and opened his mouth slightly as the preacher repeated his lines.

"Do you, Oliver Prince of Spades, take Allen to be your king, to serve him as your people before the clock of time and the priestess of magic?"

"I do."

Allen reached down to cup his queen's face, sealing a kiss on his lips. Alfred felt the warmth and nervousness from the man next to him as his pressed the Queen's lips against his own.

"Cut!" Arthur growled and looked away. "Are you going to kiss me or not? We have a job to do, but maybe if you actually good at kissing this wouldn't be a problem..."

"Please, I could probably make the Queen of England swoon!"

"Oh prove it then, bastard! Show me the skills that you brag so proudly about in front of the pretty camera!"

"Oh I will! I could kiss that damned smirk off your face!"

"Oh really? Prove it then!"

"Fine! I will!" Alfred shouted and grabbed Arthur's hand, his own traveling up his arm and pulling him into a kiss. Arthur squeaked, his eyes shooting open to meet Alfred's eyelids. Alfred deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out to lick Arthur's lower lip. Arthur groaned at that but dared not move a muscle in fear of encouraging Alfred to go on. Alfred slipped his tongue inside and something snapped. Something sinful, lustful and powerful. Alfred's eyes flew open to meet Arthur's so be greeted with furry and something else entirely.

Arthur pushed Alfred off him and slapped him as hard as he could muster. "You bastard!"

And with that he stormed off once again to his dressing room, the sound of the slamming door echoing in the halls.

Everyone was frozen, scared to move a muscle as Alfred bowed his head to the side, staring at the floor as he reached up to touch his reddening cheek.

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Six years ago

"C'mon Arty, just one kiss?"

"No, Alfred stop!" Arthur giggled as Alfred placed delicate kisses on his nose and cheeks.

"Please? The view is almost is as beautiful as you are, at least let me take a pic and pec!"

Ah, pic and pecs. It was another one of Alfred's crazy ideas. He would simply kiss Arthur sweetly in some scenic view and take a picture of him blushing afterwards. As he put it, it was the only way to take most perfect picture to exist. Arthur hated them of course, but he always gave in and let Alfred snap a picture on that Polaroid camera of his.

It was night time in DC, the cherry blossoms in full bloom and music drifting in the air from the live bands. It was truly the simple things in life, that cost nothing, that Alfred had craved back then. The time he was the happiest. It was a teenage dream for the two, Arthur at seventeen and Alfred fifteen going on sixteen.

"Alfred put the camera away love! We'll be found out if you keep filming me like that."

"It seems as if the wild Kinkland has become aggressive on this episode of undercover actors!"

"Oh shut up you."

"Make me." Alfred chuckled and locked lips with his one and only star. Arthur softened into the kiss and wrapped his arms around the tall blonde. Alfred, of course, paneled the camera towards the Brits ass as they kissed, getting a view on it that would come in handy later.

Arthur giggled. "Shut the camera off."

"That, I can do." Alfred smirked and closed his camcorder, stuffing it into his bomber jacket next to his Polaroid.

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Arthur covered his mouth as he tried to hide the tears forming around his eyes. Arthur didn't want to seem overly emotional. Ever. But this was too much all at once. He knew Alfred was playing with his feelings. He knew he had to shoot down the hope that bubbled in his stomach before it ever surfaced. He knew Alfred was going to stab him in the back and burn his heart to blackened crisp.

But he also knew Alfred always smelled like firewood, and that Alfred was kind and soft. He knew that Alfred's eyes shone bright at the site of ice cream and his laugh was always lighthearted and full of joy.

No. He wasn't going to let Alfred mess with his head like this. He had felt the sensation of the kiss just as Alfred had, and knew that Alfred still had feelings for Arthur. Sexual or not, no matter how long it had been, and even if Alfred had forgotten Arthur completely, his body had definitely remembered.

Alfred wanted to play incubus? Well...

Two could play at that game. 

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