Rabbits have always-for as long as anyone could remember-been servants to Foxes and Wolves. They always have been the lower class while the foxes and wolves were incredibly wealthy; especially foxes. Rabbits were particularly scared of the foxes, whom always had the most wealth.

Arthur felt as if he was the most terrified of the foxes than anyone else of his species. He's always been terrorized by foxes, since he was born. When he turned fifteen years old, his parents practically threw him into a wealthy fox home. Arthur had thought he was going to die. He always saw the sharp teeth, the bright red fur of their ears and tails and their sharp, menacing eyes. Arthur avoided the fox family as he cleaned-unable to go into the kitchen because of his terrible cooking skill.

However, their oldest son always found ways to follow the freighted rabbit. Arthur never looked at the boys face, scared of what he could do if the servant did one thing wrong, but he tried keeping at a distance. The fox was ten years old when Arthur was forced to serve the family and much shorter than the older rabbit, but the floppy-eared man was still scared of him.

Two years passed before the fox actually spoke to him. "Why are you scared of me?"

Arthur had been so alarmed of the abrupt question. He looked up from cleaning out the fireplace and stared into his young master's curious blue eyes. "I-I... I don't understand..?"

The young fox sighed, carding his fingers through his wheaten-colored hair. "Since you got here, you've been avoiding me and my family. Why?"

"I'm..." Arthur didn't know how to respond. "I'm a rabbit," he muttered, looking down. "It's natural."

The master shook his head. "No, no. You're more scared than any of the other servants," he grumbled, kicking at the carpet and shoving his hands into his pockets. "Why are you so scared?"

Arthur gulped, wanting to curl up into himself. "I... When I was little... The foxes in my neighborhood would always beat me. I thought everyday this happened that I would die because their parents nor my parents so much as moved to stop them... They always told me that they would skin me and eat me. I always believed them."

The young master softened his expression as he knelt in front of the servant. "I won't let that happen." Arthur blinked and looked up at him. The fox smiled kindly, despite his naturally sharp teeth. "If those mean foxes ever come near you, I'll protect you, mkay? I won't let anyone hurt you anymore, 'Kay?" Arthur slowly nodded, his heart skipping a beat and his cheeks heating up. "And you can just call me Alfred. You don't have to call me master if we're alone. Only in front of other people." Again, Arthur nodded. Alfred grinned brightly and stood back up. "Great! I'll see ya around!"

After that, Arthur had sat for who-know-how-long before he realized what exactly had happened and became completely flustered.

The next three years flew by, the two becoming quite close. On Alfred's fifteenth birthday-Arthur being twenty- Alfred claimed himself finally taller than the rabbit. This upset Arthur, but he knew it would happen eventually. He just wasn't expecting the demand Alfred threw at him.

"Kiss me."

The rabbit jumped, dropping the feather duster as he whipped around to face his master. "Wh-what?"

Alfred's expression was serious as he stepped closer, a full inch taller than the rabbit and already had more muscle than the rabbit as well, making him appear more intimidating. "Kiss me. I'll say it again and again until you do it. I want you to kiss me."

The rabbit's floppy ears twitched as he looked away, uncertain. "I-I don't know... Alfred, we could get caught, and-!"

"I know," Alfred murmured. "I know what would happen, but I also know we're not going to get caught. I locked the doors." Arthur felt chills crawl up his spine as he forced himself to look into Alfred's baby blue eyes. "I want to be your first kiss, and I want you to be mine." The fox reached out, gently placing his hands on Arthur's slim waist. The rabbit jolted at the touch, leaning closer to Alfred. "No one will find out."

"B-but I'm a rabbit-"

"And I'm a fox. I'm not stupid, Arthur." He leaned closer, searching for eye-contact. "I know. Just one kiss. That's all I'm asking for."

Arthur fiddled with his thumbs. "I... I'm not... F-Fine!" He sputtered, grabbing the collar of Alfred's dress shirt. "J-Just one, though!" He squeezed his eyes shut and crushed his lips against Alfred's. The fox jerked in surprise, but didn't pull away. He pulled the rabbit closer as the kiss softened.

The rabbit pulled away, his entire face red as his heart pounded faster than it ever had before. Alfred blinked down at Arthur, eyes meeting. They leaned closer, eyes drifting closed as their second kiss started much more gently than the previous. Arthur released Alfred's collar, wrapping his arms around his master's shoulders as Alfred wrapped his own arms around Arthur's waist. The rabbit's slim fingers threaded through Alfred's soft hair as their lips moved together, experimenting the feel of the other. Their bodies pressed flush against one another.

Arthur felt so... Safe in Alfred's arms. He felt calm and warm and safe. He felt so secure in the young man's embrace. He wasn't scared anymore. Arthur knew that Alfred would protect him, despite being younger than him.

Once they felt the need to breathe, Alfred and Arthur pulled apart, panting softly as they stared into each other's eyes. Alfred smirked after several minutes. "I thought you said 'just one'?" He snickered as the rabbit sputtered and lightly pushed against his chest. "I'm only teasing, Artie."

Arthur whined, attempting to wiggle out of Alfred's arms. "Don't call me that bloody name!"

However, the young fox only laughed and nuzzled his nose in Arthur's brightly colored hair.

Throughout the next year, Alfred would sneak behind everyone's back just to kiss the rabbit servant, each experimental and better than the last. Each kiss was soft and sweet.

Although Arthur had grown close to Alfred, the rabbit was still terrified of foxes. He graciously opened the door and bowed, not laying eyes upon the Jones' guest. Through the guest's visit, Arthur felt his sharp blue eyes boring into him, studying him.

When Arthur thought he was finally alone, cleaning up and organizing the Library, he heard the guest's voice from behind him, sending chills throughout his body. "I knew I recognized you, petite rabbit."

Arthur whipped around, coming face-to-face with the fox. He smirked, baby blue eyes devilishly playful. "Little Arthur from the dirt house down the street. Your family really did give you up for money." Arthur shrunk back, holding his hands over his chest. "Don't you remember me?"

"F-Francis," Arthur whimpered, backed against the bookshelf, tears gathering in his eyes.

Francis grinned. "Good bunny. I told you that you would never be able to forget me." He roughly grabbed Arthur's waist and yanked him close. The rabbit yelped, squeezing his eyes shut as his body trembled and pressed against the slightly older male's torso. "You still fit so perfectly in my arms, mon cher. I could just take you home and make sweet love to your petite body. Of course, I'd pay a fair price." His hands traveled lower, firmly gripping Arthur's slightly rounded hips. "You've grown so much since I saw you last. Such a beautiful body for a man. Then again, you are just a little rabbit I could just ravish."

"Francis, I hope you're not harassing my servant."

Said fox sighed, pulling away from the shaking rabbit. "Of course not, dear Alfred. You know me; I'm a lover." Francis smiled kindly at the younger male, stepping away from Arthur.

Alfred's eyes narrowed at Francis as he stood straight, broad shoulders held back. "My father wishes to speak to you." Francis only nodded and exited. Once he was gone, Alfred rushed over to the servant and gathered him in his arms. Arthur sobbed softly, tucking his face in Alfred's shoulder and taking ahold of his dress coat. "I'm so sorry, Arthur. I didn't realize he had come in here... Does he know you?"

Arthur nodded, sniffling and trembling. "H-he was one o-of the foxes th-that used to-to beat me... He was... He was the worst of them all..."

"I'm sorry, Arthur," Alfred murmured, gently squeezing Arthur. "I won't let it happen again, I swear."

Alfred stayed true to his swear. He asked for Arthur to be his own personal servant. Arthur was promoted from being house-maid to personal-maid for the eldest son. He cleaned Alfred's clothes, took out his outfits for the different occasions, went everywhere with him outside of the house, then stayed in his room or down in the servant's quarters when Alfred sent him, only to leave when Alfred called for him.

If anything, this made the two even closer. They got to know each other more personally.

And also more sexually.

Alfred, now nineteen and a whole head and neck taller than Arthur, deeply kissed the rabbit as he lay beneath him on his plush bed. Arthur moaned and squirmed, his body heating up with each experimental touch Alfred gave, exploring Arthur's body. Arthur found himself being extremely sensitive to Alfred's touch, his skin tingling where Alfred's hands or fingers trailed over.

Arthur gasped, his clothes being shed from his small body. "A-Alfred!" Cold air immediately surrounded Arthur, causing him to tremble and hug himself.

Once Alfred's torso was bare of clothing, he leaned back down, drawing Arthur close. The rabbit admired Alfred's build, fingers feathering over his pronounced chest. Alfred chuckled deeply, his breathing fanning over Arthur's cheek. Arthur still couldn't believe how deep and soothing Alfred's voice had become compared to when he was ten years old.

"Alfred," Arthur whispered, his master trailing wet kisses down his neck. "Alfred, we-we shouldn't... It's wrong... Not-not only am I m-male, but... I'm a-"

"I know, and I don't care," the fox muttered, gripping Arthur's waist.

Arthur moaned, wrapping his arms around Alfred's shoulders, Alfred grinding their hips together. "B-but your parents!" He gasped, the fox sucking on his sensitive skin.

The American grunted, kicking his pants off. "So what?" He tore off his boxers, then took Arthur's boxer briefs off and tossed them. "I don't give a damn so long as I have you."

Alfred spread the lube over his fingers, staring lustfully down at Arthur's flushed body. Arthur's back arched as Alfred prodded and poked at his hole before pushing his finger in. "Th-they say you n-need to-to marry!" Alfred moved his finger in and out for a moment before adding another, bringing tears to Arthur's eyes.

Alfred sighed, nuzzling his nose in the crook of Arthur's neck, scissoring his fingers out. Arthur lolled his head to the side, panting heavily. "I'm not going to if it means I can't have you." The rabbit sobbed, curling his fingers in Alfred's hair. Alfred added a third digit, curling and slightly twisting them inside of Arthur.

Said rabbit squirmed, thighs tightening around Alfred's hips, whining and moaning loudly until Alfred pulled his fingers out. The fox shifted, looking down into Arthur's eyes, his own soft. "I'm in love with you and I'm not going to throw that away because of something my parents want. No one could ever make me feel these feelings but you." Arthur wept, listening to Alfred. He pulled down the younger for a kiss.

"A-ah~!" Arthur gasped, body tensing as Alfred abruptly intruded him, beginning slowly. Arthur made pained, strangled noises as Alfred pushed further, trying not to cry out. Tears poured from his eyes as his teeth burrowed in his lip. Alfred panted, raising Arthur's legs to get a better angle. The rabbit dug his nails into Alfred's shoulder and scalp, scared of the pain but trusting Alfred enough to stick through it.

"Stop holding back, Arthur. I'm the only one that will hear you."

As soon as he said this, Arthur cried out for Alfred, gasping and whining once Alfred was fully sheathed inside of him. The stretch was foreign and painful, but the pain dulled as Alfred patiently waited for his servant to adjust, whispering sweet nothings in his floppy ears and playing with his tiny tail. Over the years, Alfred had discovered many things about Arthur, one of the many being that Arthur was calmed down easily by someone gently toying with his tail or stroking his ears. The fox's own ears flattened against his head while his bushy tail soothingly caressed Arthur's legs.

Arthur then kissed Alfred, silently ushering him to continue.

Alfred carefully began rocking his hips, grasping Arthur's own. Arthur whimpered and shook, clutching onto Alfred and not allowing him to stop. The rabbit gasped and moaned, pulling away from the kiss. "Al-Alfred..."

"I'm going to go a little faster, mkay?" Alfred whispered against Arthur's cheek, caressing his bare, pale skin. Arthur nodded, his eyes tightly shut. The fox breathed in sharply and moved his hips at a faster pace, beginning to maneuver around, searching for a way to make Arthur cry in pleasure instead of pain.

"Alfred!" Arthur yelped, arching his back and tossing his head against the pillows. "That-that felt so good!" So, obviously Alfred had found his spot. The fox smirked, nuzzling his nose in the crook of his rabbit's neck and thrust again, hitting his mark harder than he previously had. Arthur screamed; this sound being music to Alfred's ears. Alfred trembled in excitement, thrusting into Arthur- pounding, more like.

However, Alfred could tell Arthur was holding back. "Release, babe," Alfred growled, a deeply possessive tone in his voice. Arthur gasped and shuddered at the sound, wanting more of it. "For me, babe. I'll fuck you 'til you can't walk. I'll make sure everyone knows you are my rabbit."

Arthur instantly tightened himself around Alfred completely- his legs around Alfred's hips, his already tight walls around Alfred's shaft, arms around his shoulders and fingers in his hair. Arthur screamed out his dominant's name, releasing the knot in the pit of his stomach all over their abdomens.

This, however, didn't cause Alfred to stop. Alfred snapped his hips forward, skin-slapping-skin and heavy breaths and each other's names thickening the air in the room until Alfred finally reached his release.

Both lay in position for several moments, catching their breaths before Alfred smiled down at Arthur. "I mean it, Arthur. I really do love you. I'll never get married if I can't marry you." Arthur sobbed softly, cupping Alfred's sweaty face and pulling him down for a kiss.

"I love you, too, Alfred," Arthur murmured, threading his fingers through Alfred's messy hair.

Alfred chuckled, rubbing Arthur's sides. "You know, I feel like you yanked all of the hair out of my head."

Arthur blankly stared up at him. "And I feel like I just had your too-big-dick up my arse."

"Touché." Alfred smiled widely and kissed Arthur.

"I'd like to go clean the sheets, now," Arthur muttered, attempting to push the fox off of him, whom of which only laughed and collapsed on top of Arthur. The rabbit grunted, then whined. "These sheets are disgusting, Alfred! I must clean them!"

"No you don't," Alfred grumbled, playfully nipping at Arthur's ear. "The sheets are fine. Sleep in bed with me tonight. Don't go back to those rock-for-beds down there. Please, Artie? I only ask for tonight."

The rabbit bit his lip, trying to say no, but the face Alfred gave him made him give. "Alright- but only tonight! And this is the only time I'm sleeping on such nasty sheets. First thing in the morning, I'll be cleaning them."

Alfred grinned excitedly and crushed their lips together. Arthur 'omph'd in surprise, but kissed in return, wrapping his arms around his lover.

But, one thing Arthur hadn't thought about was the ache in his hips the next morning. He tried working through it-tried not letting anyone know-but Alfred eventually forced him to rest while he went with his family to a luncheon. Arthur curled up in Alfred's bed, breathing in the fox's comforting scent.

Once the family returned, Alfred locked the bedroom door behind himself then lay beside Arthur. The two stared into each other's eyes, their hands linking together. The only noise between them was their mingling breaths as they lay before Arthur shuffled closer and nuzzled into Alfred's chest.

"I love you, my rabbit."

Arthur chuckled quietly, their arms wrapping around each other. "I love you, too... My fox."