"Pardon?"

Arthur Kirkland, assassin, was sitting across from a new client who was asking him the impossible.

"Let me get this straight," Arthur murmured, standing up. "You want me to assassinate the unkillable target? Do you have any idea how many assassins he has already killed!?"

The client sighed, and tossed a briefcase onto the table between them. "Hitman Jones must die or hundreds of innocent people will die."

Arthur scoffed, falling back in his chair. "Him and I have gone at it for years, sir. I have tried killing him and he's tried killing me. Neither of us succeed because it is merely play. If I start going after him without the intention of playing, I will die the second he sees me. He is a ruthless man, and you of all people should know this."

The quiet man sighed. "I know. I also know what he thinks about you." He smiled. "He likes you, Kirkland. Not just as a plaything, but as a human. He despises the fact that you have a boyfriend. He wants you to be his. If you get close to him, kill him. His guard is always lowered when you're around."

The assassin gulped. He glanced back at his mentioned boyfriend who smiled and nodded encouragingly, although reluctant to send his short boyfriend off. Arthur sighed and nodded. "Alright. I'll do it."

~

The mission was doomed from the start.

Arthur's palms were sweaty and shaky with nerves as he waited for the hitman to arrive.

"Arthur!" Arms were thrown around the short Brit. "I missed you! You haven't come to play with me in a long time!" Alfred pouted as he pulled back from the embrace.

"Sorry, love." Arthur played a smirk as he reached up and fixed Alfred's bow tie. "Busy with the job."

"Ooh, what were they!?" Alfred's bright blue eyes sparkled excitedly. "Did ya kill anyone big? Or was it a lame job?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "It was 'lame', as you say. Come, let's walk." Alfred nodded eagerly, raising his arms up, then placing his hands on the back of his head. They walked through the park, Arthur leading them to a more secluded area. "I haven't been getting any good jobs lately. So far it's killing a cheating spouse or spouse that's stealing all the money or taking down someone that owes money."

Alfred snickered. "Man, that sucks... I like my job."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "I know you do, love. All you do is kill without motive or pay. You do it because it's fun." Alfred shrugged, dropping an arm. Arthur smiled as Alfred grabbed his hand and wove their fingers together. "I like our games that we play, Alfred, but..." The assassin trailed, looking up at the sky. His fingers on his unoccupied hand played with the handle of the blade he carried. "I don't want to keep playing them like this." He stopped walking and turned his body to face Alfred. "I want more."

Alfred hummed, looking down at their hands. "More, huh? Like... Like lovers?" Hope sparked in his voice as he looked into Arthur's eyes.

That hope crushed Arthur's heart, but he still smiled. "Lovers..." He stood on his toes, closing his eyes. Alfred leaned down, his other hand that wasn't holding Arthur's was pressed against the small of Arthur's back.

Their lips pressed together, and Arthur swore there were sparks. Carefully, he unsheathed his blade and held it up, his eyes open to be sure that his target wasn't watching him.

He breathed in deeply as they momentarily pulled apart, then moaned softly as their lips connected once again. He slid his hand up over Alfred's chest and shoulder, careful to not let the younger man know he had the blade. Alfred squeezed him tighter, pressing their bodies together to where there was no space left between them. Arthur's heart pounded erratically as he positioned the knife. One wrong move and-

The Brit gasped as he wrist was suddenly gripped. Arthur cried out and dropped the knife when the grip became to much for his fragile wrist. He looked up at Alfred with wide, frightened eyes, Alfred's own eyes void of emotion.

"I knew you were leading me on." His baby blue eyes became icy, bringing shivers up Arthur's back and tears to his eyes. "I knew you'd never let me kiss you with real actual feelings. This is one of your damn jobs, isn't it? How much are you being paid to kiss me and stab me?" Alfred's childish demeanor completely vanished as he sneered at Arthur, his vice-like grip tightening with each second.

Arthur started panicking, trying to tear his hand away from Alfred. "A-Alfred, please... Please, you're hurting me! Ah!" Alfred grabbed Arthur's other wrist. Tears fell from Arthur's eyes. "Alfred, please," he whimpered, the pain in his wrists spreading through his hands and up his arms.

The hitman grinned phycotically. "It's playtime, Artie~!"

~

"Come on!" Arthur dropped his head back, his wrists aching from straining against the binding. "Shit!" He panted softly, looking around the room. The seat he was bound to was against the wall and the only chair in the room. A steel table stood closer towards to middle of the room, and a mirror was the wall across from him. A one way mirror. Who in the bloody hell would be on the other side watching and why? Arthur sighed.

The assassin wiggled around, feeling around to see if he still had any of his weapons. Arthur cursed when he couldn't feel a single weapon. The bastard stripped me clean!

Arthur gasped and jumped in surprise as the only door in the room opened. "Let me go, arsehole!" Arthur tugged at the binding, glaring at the man in the doorway. "What do you want?"

The man hummed and stepped forward, shutting the door behind him. Arthur's eyes widened when he recognized Alfred. "There's a lot of things I want." Arthur's breath hitched and his heart pounded erratically. "One thing I want," Alfred twirled the knife Arthur had attempted to kill Alfred with earlier in his hand, "is who would send you after me and why you would take the job; seeing as we were close and all." Alfred raised the blade and watch it glint in the light.

"You know I can't tell you my client's name!" Arthur's lip quivered as he struggled in his binds.

"Alright." Alfred bent down to look Arthur in the eye. "How much were you offered? How much money was thrown at you just so you can play with my feelings then kill me?"

Arthur whimpered, tugging his hands back to escape from the ropes. "I-I wasn't playing wi- with your f-feelings!" His hands were halfway out of the binding. "I was doing my job!" Arthur felt tears streak his cheeks as his own blade was pressed against his throat.

Alfred leaned closer. "How. Much. Money."

The Brit gasped, the cold edge of his blade dangerously close to slicing his neck. "O-one point five million!" Alfred stopped and blinked. "H-he gave me one point five million dollars to assassinate you..." Arthur breathed heavily in relief as the blade was taken away from his skin. "Th-then when I- if I return with proof of your death, I receive two million."

Alfred's brow furrowed deeply, leaning against the edge of the table. "Who... Who the hell would want me dead so bad they would pay three point five million dollars?"

Arthur gulped, scared of answering. "I'm sorry... I really am... I don't want you dead, I really-"

"You wouldn't care if I was dead." Arthur jolted at the sudden statement and shivered as Alfred glared at him. "You have a boyfriend. You accepted 3.5 million dollars to kill me. You toyed with my heart. For a moment, I thought you had a heart; when I kissed you. God, that felt nice." Alfred sighed, carding his fingers through his hair.

Arthur held back a cry of relief when he hands were free. He looked up at Alfred to see that his eyes were closed. "Alfred, you don't understand... I care for you, I do! But I love Francis and that was the job! I had to do it! 3.5 million is just a bloody reward!" Arthur inched towards the door, keeping his eyes trained on Alfred so he knew when to bolt. "I'm sorry..." He held his hand out for the doorknob. His breath quickened. He was so close to escape. Arthur turned his head to look at the knob. Just a few inches more...

"What are you doing?"

Arthur froze, his fingertips hovering over the knob. He started to shake as he heard Alfred's steps near. "Shit!" Arthur lashed out, yanking on the knob. "Oh god, oh god!" He fumbled with the lock and shrieked as he was grabbed. "Let me go, let me go! Please, Alfred!" Arthur thrashed around, tears blurring his vision. He heard a loud thumping coming from the mirror, but didn't bother to look. He cried out as he was slammed down into the steel table.

Alfred leaned down, his chest pressed against Arthur's back and his breath tickled Arthur's ear. "You know who is behind that mirror?" Arthur gasped as his head was yanked back by his hair. He was forced to stare at the shaking mirror. "Your boyfriend, Francis. The one that you love oh so much. Has he ever touched you? Are you still a virgin? Either way, virgin or not, Francis will watch me fuck you so hard. He'll watch pleasure be the only thing that shows in your face. But, he won't have to watch it if you tell me who paid you so much to kill me."

The assassin trembled. He's never felt more scared in his life. Nothing has ever come close to the fear that was coursing through his veins. "I-I can't say!" He gasped and curled his toes and fingers as Alfred grabbed his balls. "A-Al, I-I c-can't! I can't a-and you know th-that! Ah~!" Arthur started panting as Alfred's hand traveled down his pants and grasped Arthur's hardening member. "S-stop... Alfred..."

"Why should I? You seem to be enjoying yourself." Alfred smirked, massaging Arthur. The Brit squirmed and moaned and whined. "From your reactions, you've never had this treatment before." Arthur breathed in sharply as Alfred squeezed his shaft. Alfred smirked as there was a particularly loud 'bang' on the window. "Isn't that sweet? He's trying to get to you." Alfred chuckled, tugging Arthur's pants down. "Well, he won't have you until you tell me who the hell knew to send you after me and pay so much money."

"Ah!" Arthur tensed as cold air blew over his shaft. "I can't tell y- nng!" Arthur moaned, gripping the edge of the table as his ass was groped. Tears continued to streak his cheeks. He knew he had no advantage. He also knew there was no way to gain advantage. "Stop..." Arthur whimpered, trying to turn his head away. He was unable to, though, as Alfred's grip on his hair stayed firm.

"I don't want to." Alfred massaged Arthur's hip. "But I might when you tell me who gave you the job, like I've been telling you. Now, darlin'... You have one more chance to tell me who sent you instead of some other assassin."

All that was on Arthur's mind was praying that either Francis shattered the mirror or that it would be over quickly. His back arched and his eyes widened as he felt Alfred's tip poke at his entrance. "O-oh..."

Alfred released Arthur's head to grab Arthur's hips and holding him in place. "I'm waiting." Arthur dropped his head, tightly squeezing his eyes shut. Arthur shook heavily and cried out, throwing his head back and arching his back as Alfred pushed the head of his shaft inside of the Brit.

"M-Matthew!"

Alfred paused, then leaned down. "What?"

The banging on the mirror stopped, and Arthur's legs felt like jell-O. "Y-your brother... Matthew sent me... I'm so sorry..." Arthur wept softly onto the table.

"No..." Alfred furrowed his brows, his fingertips digging into Arthur's hips. "You're lying... Matthew wouldn't... Why..?"

Arthur trembled, Alfred's shaft partially up his ass. "Al... Alfred... Please, I told you... I-it hur- ah!" Arthur gasped when Alfred abruptly leaned down, keeping Arthur pinned down to the table.

"You are lying to me," Alfred sneered. "Why would my own little brother do such a thing?" He pulled down on Arthur's hips, forcing the Brit to take in another inch of his cock.

"Ah, Alfred! Stop, please! I've told you want you wanted to know! Please, let me go! You won't ever have to see me again!" Arthur hated begging. He's never done once before in his life. But now he was terrified. He felt like that was now his only option. "I'm so sorry... I'm sorry... It's Matthew..."

Alfred began shaking, his hold on Arthur's hips tightening. "Stop lying... You know I hate liars!" Alfred snapped, thrusting his hips forward, forcing the entire length of his cock inside the assassin.

Arthur screamed, clawing at the table and tears soaking his cheeks.

"Tell me the damn truth!" Alfred jerked back, them slammed back in. Arthur cried, pain shooting up his spine and through his ass. The banging on the window returned, shaking it so harshly that Arthur thought it should have shattered by now.

The banging abruptly stopped and shouting replaced it. Arthur couldn't make out what they were saying, but he knew Francis wouldn't be able to reach him.

"I want the truth, Arthur." Alfred pulled out, then harshly buried himself back in.

Arthur's back arched and he sobbed loudly. "I told you the truth!"

The shouting on the other side of the mirror faded out and Alfred smirked. He flipped Arthur onto his back and tore off the assassin's pants and shoes. "Let's see," he tore open Arthur's collared shirt, "who's name," Alfred leaned down and kissed Arthur's chest, "you scream as I fuck you. Me, or Francis." Alfred's hands caressed Arthur's sides. "You go with whomever you scream for. You cry for Francis; you leave with him and never see me again. You cry for me;" Alfred smirked, kissing up the Brit's neck, "you stay here with me. No job, no Francis... Just me." He tenderly kissed Arthur's thin lips. "I want you to stay with me, but I'll understand when you scream his name."

Arthur shook, whimpering softly, then sobbing as Alfred pushed his length back up his ass. "Sto- ah~!" Arthur arched his back, gripping the edge of the table.

Alfred grinned as he massaged Arthur's short length. "Who's name will you scream? Who will you call for?" Alfred began repeatedly thrusting, harder and faster. Arthur screamed as he was mercilessly pounded into, gasping for breath. He didn't want to admit it but, pleasure soon overcame the pain.

It was starting to feel really good. Pleasure racked Arthur's body in waves. Alfred raised Arthur's hips and slammed back in. "Oh God, there!" Arthur screamed as a sudden pleasure explosion burst inside his body. "There, right there!"

Alfred smirked, and hit Arthur's special spot head-on. "Yes!" Arthur cried out, his legs hoisted up over Alfred's shoulders. Alfred jerked Arthur's hips down, burying himself deep inside the assassin. Arthur screamed, squirming and panting, tightening around Alfred's shaft. Alfred another strong thrust, tearing another scream from Arthur's throat and cumming all over Alfred's hand as Alfred released inside of Arthur.

"ALFRED!"

Said man froze. He blinked, his eyes wide. Arthur panted heavily beneath him, his emerald eyes half-lidded. "You... You just..."

Arthur rolled his head to look up at Alfred, his eyes filled with tears once-again. Sad tears this time. Not tears of pain or fear- sad tears. "I loved you..." Arthur murmured, voice hoarse.

Alfred felt himself shake. He wasn't expecting that. "What? No, but... You-you can't-didn't, I don't..." He stepped back, his own tears in his eyes. "I just..." He looked at Arthur and gasped. "I just did that... You still screamed my name after I raped you? How?" Alfred grasped his shift over his heart. It pounded like a hammer against his rib cage. This must have been another trick of Arthur's to kill him.

The American undid his suspenders and took off his shirt. "Put this on... I-I'll be back." Once Arthur took the shirt, Alfred rushed out, fixing his pants and locking the door.

Arthur shakily stood, shrugging off his ruined shirt, then slid his arms through Alfred's shirt. His arms didn't reach all the way through. He shuffled up the sleeves and buttoned up the shirt. He sighed, curling up on the floor, tired and aching. "I'm sorry, Francis."

~

Arthur hummed as he woke, then nuzzled into the pillow. He tugged the blanket more around himself for more warmth, then jolted up. "A bed?" Arthur looked around the room, confused. He wasn't familiar with this room.

His eyes soaked in the cozy room. The walls were a soft gray, and the carpet was white. The sheets and blankets, however, were boldly American. Arthur looked at the desk near a window and smiled.

Alfred lay hunched over his desk, sleeping deeply. Arthur moved to crawl off the bed, but then gasped and fell back. "Ow, ow!" He pushed the blankets down to inspect his aching hips. "Oh..." Arthur gulped, remembering why the ache was there. He still wore Alfred's shirt.

"You're awake." Arthur blinked and looked up at Alfred. The Hitman yawned as he stood, fixing his glasses. "You slept for a long time."

"How long is a long time?" Arthur pulled the blankets back up.

Alfred sat on the edge of the bed. "Too long. Fifteen hours." Arthur kept his eyes on the American, but Alfred's eyes were glued to the floor. "You... You said you loved me... Not love; loved. And yet you still said my name instead of Francis'. Why? I'm confused, I don't understand. Francis is the same way. We both thought you were going to say his name."

Arthur looked down, fisting the sheets. "It's because... I loved you when we played our games. I loved you when Matthew told me to kill you. I loved you when I told you I wanted more and I loved you when we kissed. I have never lied to you aside from when I told you that I love Francis. I was scared to share my feelings with you because a relationship will be hard with our jobs!" The Brit rubbed away building up tears. "But the reason I said loved instead of love is because you were hurting me because you were angry. You raped me. It's hard to love you when you're hurting me because I had a boyfriend and because your brother sent-" Arthur cut himself off, then looked down. "If it was anyone else, I would have told you... I couldn't tell you it was him because I knew how upset and angry you would be..."

Alfred nodded. "I understand." He sighed, rubbing his face.

"When you said 'no job'..." Arthur dragged himself over to Alfred and tilted his head to attempt eye contact. "What did that mean?"

"Well," Alfred rubbed the back of his head, "I noticed how unhappy you were sometimes with your job. So I was gonna keep you at home- make sure no one came to you with a job." Arthur raised a brow. "Also, since so many people are after me, Gilbert is putting me in a house somewhere where there's not very many people around with some protection around just in case I'm found. I wanted you to come with me, and neither of us have to worry about jobs. Well, maybe except for buying groceries, keeping the house clean, keeping the property nice, stuff like that." Alfred rubbed his hands together and Arthur smiled. "If you don't want to come with me, that's fine."

Arthur hummed and raised a hand. Using his fingertips, Arthur turned Alfred's head to look at him. "It sounds wonderful, darling." He leaned upward and pressed their lips together. "We'll have a chance at being normal people. But you're going to have to find something else to do when you're bored other than killing people, torturing people, or gutting animals." They both chuckled. "That means no games, too. Innocent people always get caught up in those."

"Aw!" Alfred pouted, then grinned. "So this means you'll come with me?" Arthur nodded, wrapping his arms around Alfred's neck. Alfred hummed, his arms snaking around Arthur's waist. "Good. Because I meant what I said for if you did call for Francis. You really wouldn't see me ever again." Arthur frowned, twirling a lock of Alfred's hair around his finger. "So we're gonna get your extra 2 million from my brother and hide away wherever Gilbert puts us. I heard either Wyoming or Colorado or England."

Arthur laughed softly, pecking Alfred's lips. "Good plan, and any one of those places sound amazing."