Where Universes Clash

[King of Spades]

The young King spent an afternoon in boredom, playing with the Prince of Clubs always ended in a fight that involved fists and insults being thrown at each other. Soon, the Spades guards rushed over to separate the fighting royals. The unique trees, a species only available in the castle's gardens, that bore large, juicy fruits started to giggle over their heads. The individual fruits, all blue and violet, were clearly enjoying the quarrel. Alfred glared up at the cheeky fruits, feeling betrayed.

And here he was now, sulking in the forest, brooding over his misery as his horse had also decided to abandon him today, leaving him alone in the middle of nowhere. The day was officially ruined. It wouldn't be long until the people at court would decide to look after him, unless they'd rather choose to revolt and start a coup at court. Great.

He was about to drown himself in self-pity (and eventually rise again in new heroic optimism, but Alfred was convinced that a good story needed a good anticlimax) as a white rabbit hopped right in front of his feet. "Whoa! Speedy rabbit!"

Was it odd that a rabbit was holding a shiny hourglass and that it had a stressed expression? Yes, it was definitely strange. So, Alfred did what first came to his mind and dashed after the animal. Through the woods he ran and jumped and ducked, never losing sight of the rabbit.

Then, it suddenly disappeared. Alfred panted and wiped away the sweat from his brow.

"Ah, damn...where did - UAAAAH!!!" Suddenly, his boots slipped under the muddy earth. He lost balance and fell through a hole that he swore wasn't there before. Alfred squeezed his eyes, bracing for the pain that was about to come. But he fell and was still falling. Where would he land?

Then light appeared from behind. Alfred landed on soft grounds.

[Assistant Jones]

It was another horribly long day at the work place and who else wouldn't be tired out with all the organising, his boss barking orders in a way that just wore him out until he was absolutely nothing, and dealing with nearly incompetent clients of the CEO's. Honestly, Alfred felt bad for his boss and needing to deal with all of this horrid stuff on a daily basis. He was simply just an assistant, a lowly assistant in the whole business cycle. But that was alright, he was going to build up to be the greatest business leader out there. The assistant simply had to start from the bottom and work his way up to the top and over time, he would make it to the top. There was no way of denying that because he was simply too hard working, too persevering, and too amazing to not reach the top.

Alfred was finally able to get out of his work though, eight o' clock exactly, though he was tired and absolutely craving some sleep. Waving goodbye to his workmates, the American simply gave his bright smile to them as always before going into his now outdated Chevrolet, and pushed aside an empty extra large soda cup to the side to make room for the driver. He would clean it up. Later.

Letting out a soft yawn, the assistant covered his mouth as he stretched out a bit and despite knowing not to drive when he was tired, he couldn't really give a damn. He wasn't about to stay at the work place and ask his boss if he could actually sleep there. Now that was embarrassing. So as he turned on the Chevrolet, he pulled out of the parking lot and started to make that very, very long trip back home.

Blue eyes struggled to keep open as time wore on and Alfred had to concentrate to keep his head from leaning forward to get closer to blissful sleep. Softly yawning, the American decided to look around at his surroundings, noting how eerily empty the roads were. If he didn't know anything better, he would have thought that he had plunged himself right into an horror film. Of course he was a hero though, so he couldn't be in any sort of horror film! The assistant soon rubbed his eyes as a sensation of boredom bubbled up in him again and thus the process once again repeated itself.

Yet the moment his eyes snapped open, remembering that he had to stay awake, Alfred's eyes widened at the sight of something small and white hop in front of his car. "Shit!" He cursed to himself as he slammed the breaks of his car and tried to swerve out of the way though he froze in horror as he felt a bump through his car. As he stopped the car, the assistant stumbled out and his eyes were wide as he looked around for what exactly he hit. Yet when he looked at his car, he…found absolutely nothing. No signs of anything.

"…I better not be in a fucking horror film." Alfred muttered to himself as he soon walked around to see if his imagination wasn't just playing him. He had stopped close to a steep decline, which lead down to a small woods that were near the outskirts of the city. Looking down, Alfred's eyes widened as he saw the white moving object again…was it hurt? It must have been a calling for him, especially if it could have lived! …And well, gotten there that quickly. This better not be a fucking horror film.

So hesitantly, he made his way over the railing and started to slowly (very slowly) climb down the steep decline. Yet his foot slipped though as he tried to climb down and he was sent tumbling down, as his head hit harshly against a large rock on his way down and sending him to a state of unconsciousness.

The next moment he opened his eyes, there was light and only a faint pain throbbing in his head.

[Arthur Maureen Kirkland]

This was complete and utter bollocks. First his mother had the nerve to announce-without his consent!-that he is to be wed off to another man. Well,the other man part wasn't the problem. It was the lack of regard for Arthur's own opinion on said utterly gorgeous slightly attractive young man. That American was a loud, obnoxious, over-eating, oblivious, innocent, heroic, strangely-kind-even-when-trying-to-be-insulting man.

And part Arthur's problem was that he couldn't even tell if those qualities revolted him or made him love said man. Not to say he was in love with Alfred, but he could see the potential there. Maybe that's why he had given in so easily to his mothers insistence and puppy eyes. Or perhaps it was the odd way one always seem to know that behind those puppy eyes is a woman that can easily scare the fuck out of you that made him agree. Denying the puppy dogs eyes once was enough for a life time thanks, and he could hardly remember what happened.

Secondly, his mother makes him work oh so very hard to plan a wedding, he didn't even want. Said hard work had worn his patients down until he had decided to walk slowly around the gardens enveloping the outside of his home. Er, his home was more akin to a mansion, so perhaps Arthur should get used to calling it that.

The roses his mother had insisted on having planted-"It's the national flower, we have to have it!" - were a glorious red, blooming fully in the crisp spring time weather(It was a bit cold for this time of year, but not to the point in which it made the climate unpleasant). Arthur couldn't help but laugh at his mothers assumption that as a gay man he would adore flowers. While he did agree they are beautiful, he wasn't nearly enough into them to live up to the poor woman's expectations. His mother also did assume many things, so perhaps it was for the best. Maybe she'd learn this time.

And maybe Arthur would discover he was pregnant.

As he walked among the beauty planted by hard workers, he felt his head feel lighter. Maybe a walk in the garden had been just what he needed to get his mind off of his impending marriage and insane attraction to his future husband. But as he continued to walk deeper into the maze of roses and other plants, and further from the house, he felt his thought processes get more difficult, his vision a little hazy. He stopped, realizing he was likely just light headed from lack of sleep.

Panic overtook him when he felt his knees start to weaken and his vision close in even further. As his breathing quickened in anxiety and fear, he tried to tell himself to just calm and sit down.

No one was around to feel the thump as his body his the sound muffling grass.

When he awoke, he gasped for breath and felt it rush in much easier than he was used too. Was he at a lower altitude? It would make perfect sense, he lived on a hill that was almost mountainous in size, but what didn't is the fact he was no longer in the gardens he was familiar with. He wasn't in a hospital, the logical place to take a person after the collapse spontaneously, so he could assume he wasn't found and driven somewhere. That left a dream as his only rational option. But the breath filling his lungs as if he was brought back from death begged to differ with said assumption. He could feel his lungs burning after going so long with little air, a sensation he doubted that would appear in his dream. Arthur's dreams tended to be fantastic and whimsical in nature. This... this was not either of those.

"What the bleeding fuck!?"

Probably not the best words to first say when just waking up, especially with that amount of volume in his voice, but he decided he didn't give a flying fuck and just attempted to sit up and look for people he either recognized for could ask for information.

Or possibly someone to beat the living hell out of, because he was really feeling that too. Groaning only slightly as his head rushed once again at his jerky and sudden movement, Arthur surveyed the area. And furrowed his eyes in confusion when he saw a man who looked just like Alfred had very old fashioned clothing on, very fanciful also. A little farther off he thought he saw a man in a business suit.

And he must being going insane because they both looked like exact copies of Alfred.

He was going to blame his mother for all this, and he was really starting to loathe this wedding.

[King of Spades]

The King lay there, sprawled on something fluffy like cotton. It felt soft against his sore body and Alfred was tempted by the idea of simply staying there and fall asleep to the sound of flowing water; if it weren't for this curious case of him falling deep into a hole and finding himself landing in a different world. He knew it was a different world, because nowhere in his known world was the sky that pink in colour and the clouds so tangible-looking that he was sure he could grab them if he was close enough. So he blinked in confusion and pushed himself up in a sitting position. He let his gaze wander over a bizarre scenery filled with foreign flowers, soft grass and no trees. Not far from where he was sitting ran a softly purling stream.

He shook his head in bewilderment and rose to stand. The hole was nowhere to be seen, so he better take a stroll and look for another way out. The normal reaction for someone in this peculiar situation was panic and helplessness, though Alfred felt neither. There was something in the air that kept him calm and collected, even contented. How wonderful it would be, Alfred thought, if he could build a kingdom on this grounds. A bit more blue and purple and this place would have been perfect.

It was such an empty surrounding, which was the reason why he was surprised to find someone else standing a bit farther away. That man's clothing looked odd, ugly in his opinion. But his face was handsome. Of course that man was handsome, he had the same fucking face as Alfred! He was beginning to look around for more look-alikes but instead he found, "Arthur?" He whispered.

It was Arthur, only that he too wore ugly clothing. Unless that Arthur wasn't his Arthur. Okay, he was beginning to confuse himself. How many more of these doppelgängers would appear?!

"What the hell is going on?"

[Assistant Jones]

Maybe it was simply just him, he wasn't certain, but when he woke up, Alfred had not been expecting to find himself in a place like this. In fact, considering the throbbing pain in his occiput, he was truly expecting to be waking up somewhere in the hospital. Unless no one took in mind to actually bring him to the emergency room or maybe this was just one of those visions that happened right before death. If that was the case, then the assistant really couldn't bring himself to mind.

Rubbing at the back of his head, Alfred winces slightly and soon looks at his surroundings even more closely. All the different kinds of flowers and the pink sky and even the stream was clear signs that he was definitely not in the city anymore. Far away from the city actually where the sky always had a dreary grey to it, flowers were never able to grow wild, and definitely there was no stream in sight when it came to the urban life. Yet here he found himself, exactly in such a place and despite the throbbing reminder in the back of his head that this shouldn't be a dream, he really could believe it was.

Yet soon the man was pulled out of his daze of bewilderment and curiosity as he heard a voice which sounded similar to his but more…authoritative than his own, making him jump in surprise. Quickly turning around to glance at the source of the voice, Alfred's eyes widen a bit more at the sight of…himself. Yet much more elaborately garbed, maybe even too elaborate. It seemed way too troublesome to actually dress in all of those clothes, in his opinion. This was most definitely a dream unless his mom didn't tell him that he had another twin that looked even more alike to him than Matthew himself. That in the slightest bit though did not help explain why he was wearing such a garb.

All he could do though was just keep calm and…was that Arthur? He looked a lot more…vibrant than his Arthur though and he wasn't wearing a business suit. That…never happened!

He had to say something though. To break this tension.

"Um…huh…some kind of dream this is, huh?" Alfred laughs a bit as he continues on rubbing his occiput. There was definitely too much pain right there.

[Arthur Maureen Kirkland]

The voices he felt flutter into his ears were young, they almost seemed to be deep and yet high pitched at the same time. And Arthur only knew of one person who had a voice like that. He gasped as he looked back and forth between the Alfred dressed modestly in a suit and the Alfred that looked as if he were royal. Oh god, two Alfreds. This situation was not good for his mind, he was much too creative for his imagination not to make something of this. Oh dear lord, the man he had a very large sexual interest in was currently two different people, both of them looking at each other in strange ways. According to the looks he was receiving, they others knew him... or someone similar to him. He felt his voice catch in his throat and his mouth move wordlessly up and down.

"Oh dear lord. I'm so fucked." Arthur half cradled his head as he groaned in frustration. He felt his teenage hormones and impressive imagination being to work, he minds eye showing him both Alfreds together doing things that one Alfred wouldn't do, let alone two of them. "Please tell me you both aren't named Alfred, or this is all going to get bloody confusing. And luv," Arthur continued, going back to his default pet name for people close to him, such as his own Alfred, as he spoke to the business suit clad man, "I don't think this is a measly dream. I wouldn't be just as confused as you if it was."

Noticing the that the weather in this strange place was much warmer than his own home, he groaned in annoyance. He fiddled with the edge of his sweater, debating whether it would be appropriate for a man such as himself to remove it and leave himself with the lousy t-shirt underneath. Deciding he really didn't give a fuck to be uncomfortable while attempting to understand the situation, he removed the sweater quickly, growling in annoyance as it caught on his head slightly and rumpled his hair even further than usual. Quickly pulling his white T down to cover the small amount of skin that had appeared as he lifted his arms, he almost felt like blushing. It was ridiculous to be embarrassed about a mere part of his stomach, but with these men hew was unusually sensitive to it.

"Tad bit warm isn't it?" Arthur laughed nervously, attempting to almost explain his removal of extra clothing. He fidgeted with the cloth of said garment before placing it to the side and standing slowly. As he looked around, he noticed no buildings within a close area, no people, nothing. They were in an almost perfect grove, flowers spread in some areas and soft grass in others. "Well lads, it seems that there is absolutely nothing in the near area. What the bleeding fuck are we supposed to do?"

[Lord Arthur Kirkland]

Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.

"Lovely morning today, eh Cap'n?"

Despite knowing the crewmember was being sarcastic, Lord Arthur Kirkland had trouble restraining the urge to deck the poor man. For a landlubber, the sunrise could be considered lovely. The sky was tinted with a crimson hue. But for any sailor, such a sky in the morning meant only one thing, a storm. There were few sane sailors who enjoyed a storm. Storms meant quite a lot of things after all, capsizing, falling overboard, losing cargo, none of them pleasant.

Soon enough, the adage proved true, and Arthur's ship, the Royal Fortune was trapped in a not so pleasant storm. When miles of churning water was between you and the solid ground beneath you, storms were unpleasant, to say the least. The sailors were working desperately to make sure that these miles of water would not serve to be their graves quite yet.

"Alright mates, move your fucking arses! I will /not/ be killed by a bloody storm!"

Arthur shouted at his crew to work faster, harder, in the hopes of making sure the storm's damage would be minimal. Each sailor, including Lord Arthur, had a monkey rope tied around their waists. Whoever fell overboard would be more likely to be retrieved, dead or alive.

"Cap'n! Behind you!"

Arthur quickly looked behind him, finally noticing the huge wave that ended up sweeping the young captain off his boat and into the sea that tossed and turned as if it was boiling. Arthur felt the water begin to fill his lungs, and sting with that painful salty taste of the sea. That's when he realized it, Lord Arthur Kirkland was going to die, without successfully commandeering another vessel in the name of the crown. It was humiliating, but all Arthur could think about was his need for oxygen as he finally lost consciousness.

It would be a lie to say that Arthur wasn't surprised at the fact that he was awake, not to mention the fact that he was completely dry, and his clothes weren't caked dry with the salty residue of the ocean. His waist felt oddly light- the monkey rope was gone. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this, Arthur reminded himself. After going through various trains of thought, Arthur reached one conclusion. He was dead, and this was most likely hell. Since he was in hell, Arthur decided to finally look around the place, and see if it was all it was cracked up to be.

Arthur found out three things. First, he was lying on his back. Second, there were people around. And finally, his head hurt like hell.

[King of Spades]

Another Arthur! The King was sure he was in heaven. Though the first one seemed to be younger than his Queen and the new one...well, the new one was scaring him to death. So, Alfred could only agree with his duplicate with a nod. "This doesn't feel like a dream, though, handsome one," he said to the second Alfred. "In fact, the two other men look like my wife back at home, though none of them could ever reach his level of sexy. But I'll take what I can get."

The first one was already removing his garments for him, how delightful!

"I think I will claim this land as mine."

[Assistant Jones]

Alfred knew that it certainly didn't feel like a dream, but he just couldn't believe that it was anything other than that. His business suit was dirty and scratched up, which only made him worry about the consequences of ruining such a nice suit. He couldn't buy a new one, it costed a fortune! Yet he simply took a breath as he started to loosen the tie, ridding of his jacket to leave him only in his slacks and white button up shirt.

Though at the mention of the other Alfred's wife, he furrows his eyebrows and looks at the two Arthurs. "Your wife, sir…? But these two are men…though they are quite similar to my boss."

Quite similar was just a horrible understatement. Azure eyes soon focus on the Arthur that just came in…how fascinating. Looking upon the stream, Alfred started to realise just how goddamn parched his throat was so he walks over there and kneels down beside it. The water was so clear…much clearer than anything he could find in the city. Dipping his fingers in, the assistant sighs contently as the cold water passed through his hand and he soon scoops up some water in his palms and drinks it.

Clean and delicious.

[King of Spades]

"Well, I was also surprised by the fact that my wife turned out to be a man but I regret nothing," then his brows furrowed, "Your boss?" He followed the man to kneel beside the stream. "As in your superior? Are- are you a peasant?" How humiliating! No wonder he was wearing those ugly pieces of garment. But then he shrugged. "I'm sure you're an amazing peasant."

He let his feet dangle and touch the cooling water, the effect was immediate and so very different than ordinary water. It tingled on his skin, relaxed his senses and he found himself smiling. Somehow, he didn't mind staying here in this world.

He turned his head to look around his shoulder and called the Arthur look-alikes, telling them to join him. If he was going to be stuck in this world, then he better make sure to get along swimmingly with everybody.

The cool flowing water danced around his ankles, and slowly he was feeling...

[Lord Arthur Kirkland]

Due to the fact that he had, in fact, nearly drowned, Arthur's entire respiratory system ached. Despite his clothes feeling miraculously dry and clean, Arthur could still feel the salt burning in his mouth and windpipe. He really needed to get a drink before demanding what was going on. However, seeing as there was no rum around, Lord Kirkland was forced to settle to get some water from the nearby stream.

The water felt odd as the parched privateer cupped his hands and drank from it. However, he could already feel himself restore from his almost-death. That is, if he wasn't already dead. That would explain a few things, but open up a lot more questions. However, as he drank more and more water, the young lord felt himself caring less and less.

His clothes on the other hand... well, it was starting to feel rather hot and stuffy. Lord Kirkland would normally chalk it up to the sun, but after spending most of your day on a deck with no shade, one would gain a sort of tolerance. Nevertheless, he took off his coat and boots. Much better, in his opinion.

When asking, Arthur decided it would be best to be direct, after all, a few of them looked freakishly like him and a certain American crewmember...

"What the bloody hell is going on here?!" Arthur's voice was still raspy from the drowning incident.

[Assistant Jones]

Alfred's throat was parched, scratchy, needing this pristine water to trickle down his throat. The water was satisfying to say the least but the assistant was starting to feel a sensation quite different from what he expected. It was satisfying in more ways than just one though his body was starting to feel warmer with every drop of water that ran down his throat.

The assistant simply looks at his…lavishly dressed counterpart and he frowns at the mention of him being a peasant of all things! "I'm not a peasant, sir." He tries to clear up, frowning. "We don't have peasants anymore." He continues, wondering just where the hell this man was from? Was he from the mediaeval times or something along those lines? It would explain quite a bit. Wait. That wouldn't explain anything at all!

"But thank you. Even though I'm not a peasant." He frowns. "I'm just an ordinary man with a job who lives alone in an apartment"

Now that he actually said it…his life was kind of sad. So he drinks more of the pristine water, now feeling the necessity to take off his tie. Alfred glances over to the other Arthur that just came in, who was now drinking water from the stream. Now where was he from? At the question, the assistant simply shrugs as he rolls up his trouser legs and kicks off his shoes so he could step into the stream. What a nice tingling sensation though if he knew anything, water was not supposed to make the skin tingle.

"I don't think any of us know." He responds, taking his glasses off and setting it on the land as he bends down and splashes water over his face.

[King of Spades]

Everybody seemed to be as confused by the situation as him. Though to be honest, he was beginning to be okay with everything. "Stay calm, good man," he said to the Arthur lookalike number two. "Just relax and enjoy this peaceful place."

Alfred nipped his finger, enjoying the taste of the cool water, humming. If death was to feel like this, then he wouldn't mind. However, the more he drank of the stream, the more did he feel a rush of heat coursing in his blood and sometimes he would lose every sense of gravity, it was as if he was floating even though he was clearly still sitting by the water.

He turned to look at the not-peasant lazily and leant closer to him, touching the man's collar. "Hmm...you wet your odd clothing," he whispered, his face closer than necessary.

[Lord Arthur Kirkland]

"Just relax and enjoy this peaceful place."

Normally Lord Arthur would have argued with such a statement. However there was something about this place that was... distracting him from arguing. No, there were more important tasks to attend to, like finding out why he still had the urge to take off his clothes. It just must be really hot here, he reasoned, taking off his shirt and rolling up his pants.

Of course, the privateer had some tattoos and scars on his torso, quite unusual for a noble. Then again, Lord Kirkland wasn't exactly a normal person. The most notable of his tattoos would be the rose on his upper back. However the small mermaid on the left side of his lower back was not to be missed.

With a relaxed sigh, Arthur stretched and placed his unclothed feet into the stream, hoping for it to cool him down so that he wouldn't have to shed the rest of his clothes. It would hardly be proper for a noble like him to prance around naked, especially around others.

"I can't help but wonder if we're dead. If so, this seems pretty weak for the river Styx."

[Arthur Maureen Kirkland]

Arthur looked around confused, his mind reeling at the appearance of a duplicate of himself. The others had been moving about and speaking, but he just sat in wonder at the boy he was... extraordinarily slightly attracted too, two of them. They definitely we're the Alfred he was familiar with, but they most definitely had similar mannerisms, looks, charm, and oh bleeding fuck he was either going to jump them or have to hide himself in a bush and jerk off.

He cleared his throat and walked to the stream just as the others had and dipped his finger in the water in an unsure way. It was cool, probably refreshing, but he really didn't wish to get in the water. It was either remove his clothing or have it clinging to him, both things he didn't wish for. He felt himself gasp as he witnesses the kingly Alfred's faces only inches away from Business Alfred's own face. His mind raced with possibilities, and he bit his lip to stop them. His eyes slid to half closed as he watched their interactions, his mind imagining Alfred literally fucking himself, deep thrusts into a firm ass, and-

Arthur shook his head as he blushed in embarrassment and looked away, sitting on the bank of the stream to let his feet into the cool water. He hopes it will cool down his sexual frustration and maybe reduce his likely hood of gaining a bulge in his pants.

"So. W-we're all here. Don't suppose we have an idea as how we're supposed to get bleeding back, hm? Yeah, didn't think so. What the hell are we supposed to do now?" Arthur moved his finger in the water in slow circles, causing ripples to flow out through the water.

[Assistant Jones]

Alfred just laughs at the comment of this...beautiful river to even be compared to the river Styx. This was too marvellous, the sensation from the water and just simply even the air was mind blowing. So much better than any sensation he has felt through his whole life. If this was death, then he would be willing to stay like this forever.

If this was simply a dream, then he never wanted to wake up.

Yet each touch against his collar felt much too real, so did the water against his skin and maybe this was death. Sweet, wonderful death. His heart was pounding and his head was throbbing with this feeling of ecstasy or something very similar to it.

Instead of drawing away from the touch, the office worker simply leans closer in, letting out a shuddered breath and his heart simply pounded even quicker. No matter how similar this man looked to him...he still felt this sensation of...longing? To be closer to this man of royalty and so he draws himself closer, taking in a breath.

Was this man real? Was he just a figment of his imagination? What would he feel...if he...

Alfred leans forward just enough to press their lips together and he moves his lips against his counterpart's, a sense of desire coursing through his being. A part of him told him that this was outrageous, crazy even but he pushes that sense of reason down because everything else told him that this was the best decision of his life.

The kiss lasts only briefly, just enough to feel his lips tingle before he pulls away enough just to lick his own lips.

"Huh...I suppose you really are real."

[King of Spades]

It was quite a surprise when there were foreign and yet familiar lips on him; but then again, nothing felt really surprising in this place. Alfred had probably whined as the other him had parted their locked lips, and he was left staring at the other through half-lidded eyes. "Of course I'm real, what made you think I'm not? But if you're still unsure..."

He leant closer and held the other's wrist. Alfred only stopped within an inch in front of the other's lips and spoke in a deep voice, "...feel free to prove it again."

He then closed the distance between their lips, this time pulling the second him closer, wrapping his arms around his neck.

He could have laughed at the weird image of him kissing another man with the exact same face and the very same voice. It was so wrong but the flowing water cooling his legs made him lose all care about any consequences. Besides, the feeling of familiarity was somehow pleasant. He'd always knew that he was somewhat of an ego character but this was downright narcissistic.

[Lord Arthur Kirkland]

Lord Arthur didn't want to admit it, but seeing the identical men make out was quite arousing. He felt himself drawn towards the other Arthur, the one who looked like him. Considering that the others were busy, and making out with each other, it somehow made sense to Arthur that he should pull the other Arthur closer and into a kiss.

Of course, Arthur failed to question why he felt so lustful. He just needed to feel the other's body against him as he wrapped his arms around the other him as he continued to kiss him.

There was another thing Arthur had the urge to do, of course, this wasn't too much out of the ordinary (especially for a pervert like him). One of his hands wandered down to grope the other's ass. Arthur had to admit, the other him had a fine ass.

Perhaps there really was something narcissistic about kissing and groping someone who looked exactly like yourself, but Lord Arthur really couldn't bring himself to care at this point. After all, there had to be a reason for all this, and who knows, maybe fucking himself would get him back to his beloved ship (and back to that stupid American who Arthur refused to admit he missed).

[Arthur Maureen Kirkland]

Arthur gasped in surprise, his eyes going wide as he stared in fascination. Alfred... kissing himself. He barely registered his own groan of arousal as he continued to watch in interest. It was beyond sexy. Probably one of the biggest turn on in Arthur's freaking life.

"Oh god, why are you guy-" He voice was cut off as he watched the older version of himself walk into his line of vision. He trailed off and mumbled when the 'Lord' was close enough to his body to feel the heat coming off him. His lips quivered slightly as he made a strange noise of interest before leaning into the kiss that he was about to receive. He felt his body naturally arch in an attempt to both get closer and make the slight height difference between his older counterpart easier. Strange noises erupted from his throat as his mind raced, tell him all the things wrong with the situation.

But obviously his dick didn't care about what the hell his mind was thinking.

He groaned and moved closer to the older man, pushing them down to sit on the bank of the river, their feet still in the cool water. His legs weakly found their way beside the other's hips before he sat on toned thighs and leaned in further. His back arched similar to a cats as he tilted his head up, attempting to kiss the other from bellow. Eventually Arthur found his teeth nipping lightly at the lips against his own, hoping with everything that this could just keep going.

And then his mind caught up and his brain felt like it would explode. He was have sexual thoughts and doing slightly sexual things with himself. What- What would that even be called? Narcissism didn't seem the right word. The idea of loving himself to the point of wanting to have sex with himself, was utterly disgusting. But the idea of having sex with himself aroused him beyond belief, as if it weren't for himself. Then it dawned on him.

One eye opened as it slid over to the two Alfred's now entangled with one another, and the sight caused a groan and buck of his hips before he could control it. His brain was slowly not caring about the situation at all as he led the other Arther's hands to remove his undershirt- still on from when he removed his sweater. He removed his mouth from his own the one beneath his to allow the cloth to be pulled over his head and to whisper shakily.

"Don't suppose we could join the Alfred's do you? I feel tid bit like they're missing out on something, just as we are." He laughed huskily before nibbling lightly under the lord's earlobe. That was a soft spot himself, he wondered if it was for this other version of himself.

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