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Red Ribbon Chapter 3

“Antonio Fernandez Carriedo,” The Spaniard told the blushing secretary as she tried her best to calm herself and marked Antonio as present for this morning’s meeting.
“M-Mr. Alfred F. Jones...Mr. Antonio C-Carriedo,” The secretary stuttered, “F-Found you sir, you may proceed in.”
Antonio carefully positioned a brown paper bag full of churros in front of the woman, “For your hard work mi princesa.”
The secretary looked up at the handsome Spaniard, eyes sparkling as her mouth watered at the smell of churros filling the air. Before she could thank the man, an arm wrapped around Antonio’s neck pulling him into a hard noogie on his head.
“There’s our sexy Spaniard! How did you go last night?!” A loud, German accented voice echoed through Antonio’s ears. The poor Spaniard grunted trying to fend off the attack from his friend. His hands tried to push away from the strong German brute.
“Gilbert! Stop it hurts!” Antonio painfully laughed, “Get off!”
“Not until you talk,” The playful German replied rather stubbornly, “Did you do what we told you to do?”
Antonio tugged at the arm around his neck that kept him bent over, trying to stand. Gilbert was always stronger than him at wrestling, “No, I couldn’t. He didn’t even do anything wrong...and just out of the blu-“
“You sure have been tamed,” Gilbert whistled, pinching Antonio’s cheek roughly, “What happened to the flipside of that happy-go-lucky attitude you always wear huh? The dark side to everyone’s favourite Spaniard?”
“I just wanted to have some fun Gilbert,” Antonio slapped the hand away, still struggling to stand properly, “Not hurt him like you with your lover when you play your so called ‘games’”
Gilbert grinned, “Hey, as long as they enjoy it...they won’t complain about the pain too much. I’m sure your precious ‘Black Sheep’ likes it hard and rough once in a while,” Gilbert pulled slightly at Antonio’s white shirt, “I mean look at this bite mark he left on you,”
Antonio stopped struggling for a moment to consider what Gilbert has said. Rough? Does Arthur really not mind the treatment he got last night? A loud crack snapped Antonio back to reality with pain matching the slapping sound present on his ass, the secretary glowed red in the background. A signature laugh was all it took for Antonio to figure out who had hit him.
“Ohonhonhon, did I hear hard and rough?” A smooth, French accented voice accompanied by its owner shifted into view, “My, my Antonio what were you up to last night?”
“You should be asking what he didn’t do Francis,” Gilbert laughed, finally releasing his friend, “Chickened out, even when we helped him and planted the seed in his head.”
Francis placed a large bouquet of red roses on the desk of the secretary and winked at her, her red face if possible went redder, Francis turned to see Antonio rubbing his ass, wincing at the pain, “Did you have to hit me so hard?”
Francis crossed his arms smirking, “There will be more pain once Angleterre exacts his revenge on you. You should have enjoyed the free reign you had.”
Gilbert nodded in agreement to Francis. Sighing, Antonio pulled out the small remote that linked him to Arthur’s vibrator, “Will this make you guys happy?”
Both the Francis and Gilbert stared at the small object with curiosity. Attached on a chain, Antonio twirled the small remote around his finger a dark grin appeared on his sun kissed skin.

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A black Aston Martin pulled up alongside the steps that lead to the entrance of the meeting hall, Arthur shifted uncomfortably in the black leather seat still frustrated from the extremely differing morning routine from his normal, switching off the motor he sighed. He won’t be that cruel, blushing at the thought, Arthur felt a bolt of excitement coursing through his body. He quite liked the games he and Antonio played in the bedroom, battling out dominance and succession on the bed. But this was something different; Antonio had brought their game out into public view, and he was winning.
A gentle knock on the dark tinted windows of Arthur’s car snapped the man out of his thought bubble, rolling down the windows revealed a young valet who smiled, “Mr. Kirkland, pleasure to see you again today, may I park your car as usual?”
I will let him win...this time, “Of course.”
With a press of the button, the windows rolled up and without a seconds delay, the valet opened the door to the driver’s side of the vehicle. Stepping out of the car, Arthur pulled on his jacket and gently tossed his keys into the eager hands of the valet, sighing Arthur relented on what he previously wanted to say, “You may take it for a run. But if you-”
“...if I scratch it I will pay for every little detail that got damaged and I will do anything for you, Arthur sir!!” The valet cut Arthur off mid-sentence, barely able to contain his excitement. Arthur smiled at the valet, glad that he could at least make someone happy whilst he himself is being tormented by his lover. Stepping aside holding the door open for the valet, an idea popped in Arthur’s mind. The British gentleman leant down towards the valet, smirking maliciously, “Say...since you are taking a drive in my car could you do me a favour?” Maybe not this time after all...

~.::______________::.~

“A WHAT?!” Both Gilbert and Francis shouted, a confused but blushing secretary sitting behind her desk jumped, almost dropping her concealed phone that was recording.
Antonio just smiled and placed a finger to his lips, winking, “Just enjoy the show.”
Gilbert looked at Francis. Francis copied him. Both of them stared at Antonio before trying to hold back laughter, until Francis was the first to lose it.
“I....I can’t believe this!” Francis blurted out, unable to control his laughter
“Kesesese! Mein Gott! You must have a death wish mein friend!” The albino rolled on the floor, clutching his stomach. The secretary hid a small giggle as she held her phone steadily. Antonio bowed happily.
“Is this fun enough for you guys?”

~.::______________::.~

“Are you sure you about this sir?” The valet asked cautiously.
Arthur smiled, “It will be a fun. Don’t worry, he will be fine. I believe you always wanted to be like James Bond.”
The valet gave a frightened look, Arthur sighed, “It will only be for a few moments after the meeting,” Which is enough time for me to attack. And then…

~.::______________::.~

“It’s only for the meeting, and then it will be over,”
Francis was the first to stop laughing, the long haired man took a deep breath, “You should be prepared for what’s to come Toni. Arthur will be plotting he revenge, that man isn’t one to back down from a fight, even if it’s…bedroom related.”
The Spaniard crossed his arms, “After today he won’t do anything to me for some time.”
And then…

~.::______________::.~

I win.

~.::______________::.~

I win…

~.::______________::.~

Arthur strolled into the grand hall heading directly towards the secretary who was head down looking at something other than her computer giggling.
“…And…and he came up and slapped him up the ass!”
Arthur tilted his head slightly, wondering what his employee was fussing about, he had given her a job and he expected her to do it. Leaning on the desk, his secretary was too distracted to notice her boss’s appearance in front of her.
Arthur coughed gently, “Excuse my rudeness but I believe an Arthur Kirkland has arrived.”
The secretary gasped loudly jumped, dropping her phone and looking up with the eyes of a child that has just been caught doing something wrong.
“I-I’m really sorry Mr. Kirkland sir!” The woman stood up hurriedly, clumsily knocking her chair over in the process, “It was important you see…”
“More important than your pay check...?” Arthur inquired innocently leaning on his elbow, chin on hand. The woman looked mortified at Arthur, her body frozen in fear.
“Don’t be so cruel to mi princesa Arturo,” The familiar Spanish voice appeared behind him, it was Arthur’s turn to freeze up, “Princesa, he was only joking. You know him and jokes chica, very bland. You won’t be losing your job today.”
The blonde opened his mouth to speak but Antonio cut him off, “But it would benefit you if you were to act like you were this morning when I came in, si?”
The secretary picked up her chair hurriedly and immediately went back to her job, “S-Si…Thank you sir…Mr. Kirkland I will not disappoint you again.”
Antonio turned to lean against the desk facing Arthur, who had become quite pale.
“What’s wrong Arthur? Are you alright?” Antonio put his forehead against Arthur’s, hiding a smirk, “You aren’t sick…do you need to lie down Inglaterra?”
The secretary did her best to concentrate on her work, trying to ignore the commotion in front of her. Arthur turned away going pink, “I’m fine! Worry about yourself for a chance Toni.”
Antonio pulled back pulling his usual happy oblivious face, “Why? Is something going to happen to me?”
Giving no reply, Arthur walked off down the hallway towards the meeting hall. Antonio frowned slightly, giving the ‘small’ setting on the remote a push before Arthur went out of range. The sound of footsteps against marble stopped suddenly. Turning around, the emerald green eyes of the former pirate seemed to glow with hostility that seemed to communicate themselves; ‘This is war’.
The Spaniard grinned, looking at his lover with excitement recognising the look by many years of rivalry that were only connected by bloodshed. The secretary stiffened as she saw the ferocity that was in those forest green eyes, held back only by the thin shell that was his ‘personality’. Antonio tilted his head back, arms crossed and the smug grin Arthur hated on his face. Let’s dance.
Arthur turned back and walked off; Antonio couldn't help but notice a slight stumble in his steps accompanied by a small shiver. Antonio turned back to the still red-faced secretary, who was still processing just the past 30 minutes; Churros from the Spaniard, flowers from the Frenchmen, almost got fired by her British boss who was actually teasing her, ‘his’ butt got slapped and extreme staring contest that made the room feel ten degrees cooler.
The Spaniard smiled at the woman, “Things are getting fun aren't they?”
She just nodded in agreement lost for words, focusing her attention on the churros in front of her keyboard. Antonio proceeded to follow Arthur to the meeting hall giving the secretary a wave, “Try not to enjoy yourself too much, all things come at a price.”
It was more a warning to himself than anyone else.

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Red Ribbon Chapter 3

“Antonio Fernandez Carriedo,” The Spaniard told the blushing secretary as she tried her best to calm herself and marked Antonio as present for this morning’s meeting.
“M-Mr. Alfred F. Jones...Mr. Antonio C-Carriedo,” The secretary stuttered, “F-Found you sir, you may proceed in.”
Antonio carefully positioned a brown paper bag full of churros in front of the woman, “For your hard work mi princesa.”
The secretary looked up at the handsome Spaniard, eyes sparkling as her mouth watered at the smell of churros filling the air. Before she could thank the man, an arm wrapped around Antonio’s neck pulling him into a hard noogie on his head.
“There’s our sexy Spaniard! How did you go last night?!” A loud, German accented voice echoed through Antonio’s ears. The poor Spaniard grunted trying to fend off the attack from his friend. His hands tried to push away from the strong German brute.
“Gilbert! Stop it hurts!” Antonio painfully laughed, “Get off!”
“Not until you talk,” The playful German replied rather stubbornly, “Did you do what we told you to do?”
Antonio tugged at the arm around his neck that kept him bent over, trying to stand. Gilbert was always stronger than him at wrestling, “No, I couldn’t. He didn’t even do anything wrong...and just out of the blu-“
“You sure have been tamed,” Gilbert whistled, pinching Antonio’s cheek roughly, “What happened to the flipside of that happy-go-lucky attitude you always wear huh? The dark side to everyone’s favourite Spaniard?”
“I just wanted to have some fun Gilbert,” Antonio slapped the hand away, still struggling to stand properly, “Not hurt him like you with your lover when you play your so called ‘games’”
Gilbert grinned, “Hey, as long as they enjoy it...they won’t complain about the pain too much. I’m sure your precious ‘Black Sheep’ likes it hard and rough once in a while,” Gilbert pulled slightly at Antonio’s white shirt, “I mean look at this bite mark he left on you,”
Antonio stopped struggling for a moment to consider what Gilbert has said. Rough? Does Arthur really not mind the treatment he got last night? A loud crack snapped Antonio back to reality with pain matching the slapping sound present on his ass, the secretary glowed red in the background. A signature laugh was all it took for Antonio to figure out who had hit him.
“Ohonhonhon, did I hear hard and rough?” A smooth, French accented voice accompanied by its owner shifted into view, “My, my Antonio what were you up to last night?”
“You should be asking what he didn’t do Francis,” Gilbert laughed, finally releasing his friend, “Chickened out, even when we helped him and planted the seed in his head.”
Francis placed a large bouquet of red roses on the desk of the secretary and winked at her, her red face if possible went redder, Francis turned to see Antonio rubbing his ass, wincing at the pain, “Did you have to hit me so hard?”
Francis crossed his arms smirking, “There will be more pain once Angleterre exacts his revenge on you. You should have enjoyed the free reign you had.”
Gilbert nodded in agreement to Francis. Sighing, Antonio pulled out the small remote that linked him to Arthur’s vibrator, “Will this make you guys happy?”
Both the Francis and Gilbert stared at the small object with curiosity. Attached on a chain, Antonio twirled the small remote around his finger a dark grin appeared on his sun kissed skin.

~.::______________::.~

A black Aston Martin pulled up alongside the steps that lead to the entrance of the meeting hall, Arthur shifted uncomfortably in the black leather seat still frustrated from the extremely differing morning routine from his normal, switching off the motor he sighed. He won’t be that cruel, blushing at the thought, Arthur felt a bolt of excitement coursing through his body. He quite liked the games he and Antonio played in the bedroom, battling out dominance and succession on the bed. But this was something different; Antonio had brought their game out into public view, and he was winning.
A gentle knock on the dark tinted windows of Arthur’s car snapped the man out of his thought bubble, rolling down the windows revealed a young valet who smiled, “Mr. Kirkland, pleasure to see you again today, may I park your car as usual?”
I will let him win...this time, “Of course.”
With a press of the button, the windows rolled up and without a seconds delay, the valet opened the door to the driver’s side of the vehicle. Stepping out of the car, Arthur pulled on his jacket and gently tossed his keys into the eager hands of the valet, sighing Arthur relented on what he previously wanted to say, “You may take it for a run. But if you-”
“...if I scratch it I will pay for every little detail that got damaged and I will do anything for you, Arthur sir!!” The valet cut Arthur off mid-sentence, barely able to contain his excitement. Arthur smiled at the valet, glad that he could at least make someone happy whilst he himself is being tormented by his lover. Stepping aside holding the door open for the valet, an idea popped in Arthur’s mind. The British gentleman leant down towards the valet, smirking maliciously, “Say...since you are taking a drive in my car could you do me a favour?” Maybe not this time after all...

~.::______________::.~

“A WHAT?!” Both Gilbert and Francis shouted, a confused but blushing secretary sitting behind her desk jumped, almost dropping her concealed phone that was recording.
Antonio just smiled and placed a finger to his lips, winking, “Just enjoy the show.”
Gilbert looked at Francis. Francis copied him. Both of them stared at Antonio before trying to hold back laughter, until Francis was the first to lose it.
“I....I can’t believe this!” Francis blurted out, unable to control his laughter
“Kesesese! Mein Gott! You must have a death wish mein friend!” The albino rolled on the floor, clutching his stomach. The secretary hid a small giggle as she held her phone steadily. Antonio bowed happily.
“Is this fun enough for you guys?”

~.::______________::.~

“Are you sure you about this sir?” The valet asked cautiously.
Arthur smiled, “It will be a fun. Don’t worry, he will be fine. I believe you always wanted to be like James Bond.”
The valet gave a frightened look, Arthur sighed, “It will only be for a few moments after the meeting,” Which is enough time for me to attack. And then…

~.::______________::.~

“It’s only for the meeting, and then it will be over,”
Francis was the first to stop laughing, the long haired man took a deep breath, “You should be prepared for what’s to come Toni. Arthur will be plotting he revenge, that man isn’t one to back down from a fight, even if it’s…bedroom related.”
The Spaniard crossed his arms, “After today he won’t do anything to me for some time.”
And then…

~.::______________::.~

I win.

~.::______________::.~

I win…

~.::______________::.~

Arthur strolled into the grand hall heading directly towards the secretary who was head down looking at something other than her computer giggling.
“…And…and he came up and slapped him up the ass!”
Arthur tilted his head slightly, wondering what his employee was fussing about, he had given her a job and he expected her to do it. Leaning on the desk, his secretary was too distracted to notice her boss’s appearance in front of her.
Arthur coughed gently, “Excuse my rudeness but I believe an Arthur Kirkland has arrived.”
The secretary gasped loudly jumped, dropping her phone and looking up with the eyes of a child that has just been caught doing something wrong.
“I-I’m really sorry Mr. Kirkland sir!” The woman stood up hurriedly, clumsily knocking her chair over in the process, “It was important you see…”
“More important than your pay check...?” Arthur inquired innocently leaning on his elbow, chin on hand. The woman looked mortified at Arthur, her body frozen in fear.
“Don’t be so cruel to mi princesa Arturo,” The familiar Spanish voice appeared behind him, it was Arthur’s turn to freeze up, “Princesa, he was only joking. You know him and jokes chica, very bland. You won’t be losing your job today.”
The blonde opened his mouth to speak but Antonio cut him off, “But it would benefit you if you were to act like you were this morning when I came in, si?”
The secretary picked up her chair hurriedly and immediately went back to her job, “S-Si…Thank you sir…Mr. Kirkland I will not disappoint you again.”
Antonio turned to lean against the desk facing Arthur, who had become quite pale.
“What’s wrong Arthur? Are you alright?” Antonio put his forehead against Arthur’s, hiding a smirk, “You aren’t sick…do you need to lie down Inglaterra?”
The secretary did her best to concentrate on her work, trying to ignore the commotion in front of her. Arthur turned away going pink, “I’m fine! Worry about yourself for a chance Toni.”
Antonio pulled back pulling his usual happy oblivious face, “Why? Is something going to happen to me?”
Giving no reply, Arthur walked off down the hallway towards the meeting hall. Antonio frowned slightly, giving the ‘small’ setting on the remote a push before Arthur went out of range. The sound of footsteps against marble stopped suddenly. Turning around, the emerald green eyes of the former pirate seemed to glow with hostility that seemed to communicate themselves; ‘This is war’.
The Spaniard grinned, looking at his lover with excitement recognising the look by many years of rivalry that were only connected by bloodshed. The secretary stiffened as she saw the ferocity that was in those forest green eyes, held back only by the thin shell that was his ‘personality’. Antonio tilted his head back, arms crossed and the smug grin Arthur hated on his face. Let’s dance.
Arthur turned back and walked off; Antonio couldn't help but notice a slight stumble in his steps accompanied by a small shiver. Antonio turned back to the still red-faced secretary, who was still processing just the past 30 minutes; Churros from the Spaniard, flowers from the Frenchmen, almost got fired by her British boss who was actually teasing her, ‘his’ butt got slapped and extreme staring contest that made the room feel ten degrees cooler.
The Spaniard smiled at the woman, “Things are getting fun aren't they?”
She just nodded in agreement lost for words, focusing her attention on the churros in front of her keyboard. Antonio proceeded to follow Arthur to the meeting hall giving the secretary a wave, “Try not to enjoy yourself too much, all things come at a price.”
It was more a warning to himself than anyone else.