((Suggested by @catsheart -- smut ahead!))
((ITS A BIRD, ITS A PLANE, NO, ITS AN UPDATE!))
    It was a classic story of two people who hated each other to the very bone, but lusted so very, very much after each other. Otherwise known as a classic music icon story. All the tabloid magazines agreed-- 'Just fuck already!', and so did most of their fans. But Arthur and Alfred had one thing that blocked that; pride. If they didn't have the pride, the thing they gained when they became rock stars, then they probably would've already been all over each other, having a whole lot of hate sex.
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'That stupid little punk ass,'Alfred was growling in his head, looking down at his pants. Arthur had done it again, and he wasn't even here. He'd made him hard. Hard beyond belief, harder than he'd ever gotten with any woman. It hurt, and it ached, and though Alfred knew exactly why, he would always deny it... Spoiler alert, it ached because it wanted to be inside a certain Brit.
    "Stupid dreams..." He growled. But in his head, the very back, it praised those lovely dreams. Those dreams of him moaning, bent over a stack of guitar cases, Alfred spanking that plump little ass that he just wanted to eat right up. They were always the same, mostly, but the setting always changed. Usually they were having public sex, and Alfred got to watch him either hide his head in shame, or praise him louder as a live audience watched.
    He realized he was aching even more, and almost late.
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Arthur woke up with a moan of his rival's name, and the fiery punk rock star punched his pillow, screaming a curse word, hating that, once again, he had had a dream about being pounded into by that fucking pop star. It excited him, though, so much so, the thought. Again like Alfred he'd never admit, but he wanted Alfred inside him. And he wanted him inside him bloody now! He growled, but finally, he submitted to his desires, pushing in a large dildo, one he'd shamefully asked to be about the size that Alfred was when he had if made. He swore the people who knew to death if they told. He pushed it in, moaning already. He closed his eyes and let his imagination take place.
    'How about you turn into your hands and knees instead?' That was the sultry voice that Alfred used when singing a song about sex, except that the voice that Arthur had imagined so many times was talking instead of singing. It's be awkward if it was. But Arthur turned on his hands and knees, submitting to his mind's wishes by imagining that he was submitting to Alfred. Arthur pressed the dildo in deep, and then he began to thrust it in and out as fast as he could, moaning loudly and wantonly, covering his mouth with his hand. 'Fuck, you're so tight! It feels fucking amazing!'He imagined Alfred growling, hands on his hips as he thrust in and out, fucking him throughly. Arthur didn't last long, moaning out a slutty, "Allfreed!~" as he came all over his bed sheets. But he was unsatisfied. He wanted the real thing, not a dildo. He wanted Alfred growling to him, not his cruddy imagination. What the fuck was he supposed to do, especially when he was opening for a concert and Alfred would be one of the acts?
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    The fans were ones with plans. The tabloids and the most rabid fans banded together, and man, did they have a plan. After they both performed, some of the fans, given VIP backstage passes, would lead them both into a dressing room, with video cameras everywhere. And as soon as Alfred was off stage, the plan enacted. They were going to see the two fuck, and with the tenseness between the American and the Brit, which all could see, it would certainly work.
    "Pardon me, Mr. Jones! The managers want you to do a special show at the end, and they asked me to get you and take you to the dressing room where you'll be getting ready!"The fan was a little sloppy with her wording, but it worked, and Alfred smiled and told her to lead the way.
    "Hey, Mr. Kirkland, the manager wants you to do a show--"
    "Tell him to fuck off!"
    "With Alfred."
     "... It couldn't hurt..." And the fan lead the Arthur to the same dressing room.
    But as soon as they were inside, the doors were shut and padlocked with locks that were already prepared. The stars were confused, and even more so when they saw each other. But after the struggling to get out had concluded, the tense silence started. They were both slightly turned on within an hour of it, the closeness of the other causing the memories of their dreams to be summoned. And then, the arguing started, going on for a total of two hours. They must've been really tense. Most of their arguments lasted about four. But how this argument ended was just what everyone wanted.
   "You're nothing but a lazy idol who uses girls for fame!" Arthur had been leaning closer this entire time. Alfred was in a chair, and Arthur had his hands on the arms, standing up, bashing Alfred with words, bent over, and with his face so close to his.
    "I bet you can't even pleasure anyone properly!"Arthur screamed, and that was the last straw for the cross-legged pop star, who was very hard from watching him wiggle that ass of his, and from him bending so close. Alfred shoved him against the wall, and kissed him harshly.
    "Oh really? Well, let me prove it to you."He was grinning maliciously, and it made Arthur blush, as he tried to fight back. But as Alfred began to bite down his neck, his curses slowed and weakened. The lust was getting to them.  Then, they noticed the cameras watching them, and Alfred grinned wider.
"Looks like someone wants see this~ It may be a fan, or fans... We should give them what they want, shouldn't we?"Arthur blushed, his eyes half lidded as Alfred said this to him. As as Al leaned in and gave a long lick to his neck, he stopped struggling, and completely submitted, dropping to his knees and kissing at the bulge in his pants desperately as he tried to get the pants off. He'd been turned into a complete slut by Alfred, desperate to have his cock. Alfred chuckled and pulled down his pants and boxers, then moaned in surprise. Arthur was deep throating him, sucking harshly, moaning around him, bobbing his head rapidly. His arms were around Alfred's waist, to being himself closer, taking him all the way to the hilt. Alfred hot over his surprise and grinned, testing a hand on his head and he guided him to take him even deeper. Then, he got forceful and impatient, and he grabbed Arthur's head by the hair and began to force him up and down his dick as he bucked into his mouth over and over. Arthur didn't seem to mind one bit, moaning even louder, opening his mouth a little so that Alfred could thrust in quicker and rougher. Alfred was over soon, and he released a huge loud into his mouth, holding Arthur's head still until he swallowed it all. When he did, he pulled out, and Arthur gasped for air, panting. He shakily stood, and Alfred laughed lightly at him.
    "Good boy~ Now bend over~"He purred into his ear, hands groping his body as he embraced him from behind, leading to one of the make up counters. Arthur nodded rapidly and bent over it, spreading his legs, wiggling his ass. Alfred let himself blush, and he grinned, deciding to take the opportunity. He squatted down and he began to eat his lovely ass, biting and kissing and spanking it, before his tongue slithered in, and he began to eat him out. Arthur moaned loudly and wantonly, just like he always wanted to for him, loving this feeling, and, from the teasing, was already close. He came screaming Alfred's name, getting the counter messy.
    Then, he screamed again, as Alfred shoved into him, starting a fast and rough pace. It was just like his dreams! No, it was better, so much better than his dreams. And seconds later, they both came screaming, Arthur loving the feeling of being filled up. He grinned weakly as Alfred sat in a chair and pulled him to 'sit' on his lap.
    "We're not stopping until I fuck you every way possible, you slut."Alfred growled into his ear. Arthur blushed. Oh hell yes.