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Dead Arthur Walking

Arthur sighed and clenched his hair, remembering that they told him that he is going to die on Monday, 8am, sharp. They'll stuff and mount him on a wall.

God..

Well, he thought, I don't have to stay and die like a cattle.. He sat down then looked up at the ceiling. I could change my name and ride up to Seattle.. He instantly looked forward and stood up, looking at the floor now. But I don't own a motorbike..

Wait..

Here's an option that I like-

"Spend these thirty hours getting; freaky~!" Arthur grinned and went out his hotel room, running to Allen's hotel room, taking a bobby pin from his pocket and quietly managing to open the door, going for the sun kissed American's room immediately.

The said American started to wake up from the noise, but he jumped immediately when he saw the pale and freckled Brit beside his bed. "Ah! Arthur! What are you doing here-?"

The Brit instantly placed a gentle finger against the male lips to shut him up. "Sorry, but I really had to wake you.. See, I decided I had to ride you till I break you!" At that, he got on the man's lap, looking down at him with an expression showing how much he wanted the man, who in response blushed madly and stared at him in surprise, though he knew his little buddy was waking up.

And Allen knew Arthur knew about his growing problem, because, hell, the Brit was sitting on his crotch. It also didn't really help that he was grinding his perfect god damn ass on it as well. Shit.

Arthur giggled as he looked at the American, his blush thankfully not seen by the male as he started to strip. He unbuttoned his dress shirt, letting it slide off his shoulders and arrive at his elbows. "Cause they say I got to go, you're my last meal on dead row-" The Americab tried to say something, making the Brit sing out loudly; "So, shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities!!"

The Brit ground against him, gasping a bit as he looked at the suffering American underneath him, making him giggle again.

Allen growled and narrowed his eyebrows, before grabbing the Brit's hips and flipping them over, letting him be able to tug the boy's pants and boxers off, making said boy gasp. The American smirked at the Brit and pushed his own sweatpants and boxers to his knees, revealing his quite.. big.. erection.

The Brit looked up at him, his eyes half lidded. "Tonight I'm yours, I'm your dead boy walking... Get on all fours," at that, Allen leaned on his elbows, the albows at each side of Arthur with his face to the freckled one's, "Kiss this dead boy walking.." And before Allen could do so, Arthur turned his head away, breathing softly, but his chest still moved pretty quickly. "Let's go, you know the drill. I'm hot and pissed and on the pill.." The Brit turned his head to the American and looked at him, his eyes half lidded. "Bow down to the will of a dead boy walking~" After that, Arthur took the taller male by the sides of his face gently, bringing him in closer and kissing him deeply yet sweetly.

Allen held the smaller male close carefully as they kissed, almost thinking he could break him. As he held the other he turned them over so he was on his back with Arthur in front of his friend. They kissed until they ran out of breath, needing to part away. They looked into each other's eyes, the green eyes half lidded and full of lust, his chest rising up and falling down quite quickly; while the amber eyes were also lidded, eyes equally full with lust, a smirk on his face as well.

Arthur smiled before he backed away and sat before the other's member, before rising himself up and backing up a little, then dropping down on his member, throwing his head back and moaning loudly, the sound to the American's ears.

Allen watched as Arthur bounced on his member, moaning softly and closing his eyes tightly. That's where the American started to thrust his hips up, making the Brit moan louder, then start to sing in a slightly broken voice; "Full steam ahead! Take this dead boy walking!"

"How did you find my adress?"

"Let's break the bed! Rock this dead girl walking!"

"I think you tore my mattress!"

Arthur stopped without hesitation, taking Allen's face in his hands. "No sleep tonight for you- better chug that Mountain Dew!!"

Allen nodded. "Okay, okay."

"Get your ass in gear! Make this whole town disappear!"

"Okay, okay!!"

Arthur sat normally on his lap and slowly started to ride him again, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Slap me!" That got him a slap on the behind.

"Pull my hair!" That got him a pull on his hair with the male's other hand, making him gasp softly.

"Touch me:"

A hand on his side. "There!"

A hand on his chest. "And there!"

A hand on his inner thigh. "And there!"

"And no more talking.." He began before his special spot was hit, making him gasp and moan, then continue. "Love this dead boy walking!!!"

Allen gripped his hips and helped him ride on his member, the shorter moaning loudly while the taller groaned and moaned occasionally.

The room was filled with moans and groans from the two, and with sounds of skin against skin.

The American looked up at the Brit bouncing on his member, seeing that he was trying his hardest not to drop, making him guide the other's hands to his neck, his own hands around his waist, before he flipped them over, where he rammed into the smaller male, feeling the said male's hands now on his back, almost as if his nails are going to stab into his skin.

"Love this dead boy-"

Allen's thrusts began to get sloppy, his groans louder.

Arthur began to get really close, making him break the skin on the American's back with his nails before he came with a loud moan, looking up at him with half lidded eyes.

Allen gasped from the nails stabbing into his back. "Ow!" He thrusted a bit more, before coming inside the Brit and looking down at him.

"Yeah~!!!"

" ill be your dead boy walking "