The Wolf (FrUk)

Chapter 11

The peace in the house soon was disrupted by a cry of pain and screaming. Antonio fell off the couch at the sounds of pain and the angrily pain shouts of a Brit, along with Francis scream.  He heard Gilbert snickering and said something along the lines of, 'you shouldn't have been that rough in the first go.' Clearly Antonio had no clue what happened and went to take a look.

In the room Arthur was crying and throwing things at Francis, mostly pillows and the blanket. Both were butt naked and screaming, more Arthur was screaming and Francis cowering. Francis didn't even have time to think when he was woken up.

Arthur had cried out in pain and woke him in doing so. Francis rolled over and went to comfort him, but was slapped away and cursed at. In his tired and surprised state Francis tried again, but was screamed at more, he almost hit Arthur because the male went to hit him again, but seeing the tears and pain in the precious emraled green eyes. "Arthur calm down. Please. I-" "Fuck you! You fucking wanker- it fucking hurts!" He bawled. Francis realized that Arthur was clearly going to scream, he wasn't used to it so of course he had a right to be in pain, but this was a bit much. "Arth-" "You shouldn't have fucked him so rough for the first time franny!~" Gilbert chirped and burst out laughing, only to earn a very pissed Francis. "Get the fuck ou- ow would you stop chucking pillows at m-" A pillow struck Francis in the face.

Antonio walked in that moment, a bit taken back by the seen. It didn't take long to peice together two naked males that have been entiment for sometime, he new it wouldn't be too long before instincts kicked in and the two would in words 'mate.' Since he was a werewolf himself, he new Arthur's emotions would be fluxed and it was clear Arthur was the uke in the relationship which would also lead to a natural upset tendency. "Arthur, calm down. You're okay." Antonio murmured to the confused Frenchman. "That's what you should say, along those lines amego. His emotions will be all over the place. It is his first time after all." Francis looked over to the upset Briton, who was still crying about the pain. Honestly Francis thought this was a bit much, but Arthur was still quite young and... He noticed that Arthur was a ball of emotion and would have his moments.

"Arthur amor, calm down. I'm here for you, you'll be alright." He approached the werewolf, offering his love to distract him from the pain. Arthur sniffled, he was still crying but not crying out. "I'm here to help, let me." Francis said quietly joining Arthur in bed and pulling him into a hug. When contact was made Arthur quickly clung to Francis and his his face into the male's neck. Antonio picked up the pillows and blankets, outing themback on the bed and leaving the room with a sigh. He knew Francis was a good lover for Arthur, but could he handle the Briton's attitude?

After everything had calmed down Arthur was in the kitchen watching Francis make lunch, since most of the morning was spent having pillows thrown about and crying. It was almost like nothing had happened between the two, but Gilbert was quick to mention things.

"Hey Art, you have a pretty nice ass i-" Gilbert was cut off by a growl from Francis. He quickly put his hands up. "Just say!" Gilbert said while giving a smirk. It seemed that Gilbert had taken interest in Arthur and would flirt about and sat some profound things over the time of Arthur being there. Even Antonio had taken a liking to Arthur, but he was respectful to the relationship the Brit was in, plus Antonio didn't want to settle down just yet, he was still young so he had plenty of time.

The day continued, but Arthur felt slightly distort out of the blue. He was starting to miss home, he missed his mother. He didn't miss the others as much as his mum. Francis could almost scence the stress coming off of Arthur and tried to figure out why his beautiful lover was in such pain.
"My lune, what wrong?" He questioned, pulling the sadened make into his lap and holding him. "I-... I miss mum!" He wailed, clinging to the Frenchman. "Oh mon petit lapine! You are home sick." He cradled the smaller nuzzling the top of his head. "Oui, I'll take you home to see your mère." He didn't even wait for Arthur to speak, he knew the younger missed his mama and he had no right to stop Arthur for doing so. Soon Francis stood up, taking Arthur with him. "Antonio! I'm taking Arthur to go see his family make sure Gil doesn't do something stupide!" He called earning a 'fuck you frenchie' from Gilbert and with that he left the house.

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Learning French with Mr_Kirkland.~

*lune- moon (almost like Luna )

*Mon petite lapine- my little rabbit (*)

*Mère - mother (mama is for mom-)

*Stupide - dumb (also a form that means stupid. You can just remove the 'e' and boom, English )

(*) Its either lapin or lapine, pardon I'm not well with my French.