Title: Sinful

Characters/Pairings: Alfred, Arthur

Rating: M for some scenes involving slight dub-con and language

Warning: People who are sensitive with anything that involves religious situations are being warned now.

A/N: I finished this up a couple of days ago but it took me a while to decide if I wanted to publish this here, what with this site suddenly becoming bullies and everything. I'll post this fic on my LJ in a few days just in case this gets taken down. And I don't mean to offend anyone with this fic. This is purely just for entertainment purposes.

Summary: After losing consciousness from an attack, Arthur wakes up bandaged in an unknown room. His confusion skyrockets when he finds out who saved him. Angel!Arthur and Demon!Alfred


The room was small, barely being able to fit a bed, a table, and a worn out fireplace that looked more like a group of rotting bricks huddling together than a fireplace. The walls were an uneven shade of grade with dark stains and cracks creating blotches all over the room and the decayed wood that made up the roof seemed as if it would collapse any second. There was a pungent smell throughout the room, probably from the mold growing in the corners.

Arthur had no memory of how he had gotten there.

He let out a puff of breath, watching how the dust particles danced away from him. The last thing he remembered was fighting a pack of demons that had ambushed him in the forest. They had gotten him onto the ground, growling about how they would rip his wings and halo right after they've had their fun with him, before they clawed at his torso. He had screamed and stabbed the demon on top of him, but he was outnumbered. He had lost consciousness once they bashed his head into the ground for the tenth time.

He brought a hand up to touch his exposed chest and was surprised to find bandages wrapped tightly around his torso and shoulders, a few smudges of blood seeping through the white gauze. Thousands of questions ran through Arthur's mind. Where was he? Who had done this? Why was he alive? How did they save him? Who had saved him?

What had saved him?

"Finally awake, darling?" A voice sneered next to him. Arthur jolted to the other side of the bed as fast as he could and bit his tongue to keep a groan of pain from escaping. The voice laughed in pure, dark amusement. "Careful now dear or those wounds will open. Unless you want that?" Arthur could practically hear the grin in those words and he bit back another whimper of pain that came from his chest. He was not going to show weakness to this, this demon.

Arthur turned his head to glare at the demon with all he had. The savage had ebony colored hair, like his wings and horns, and electric blue eyes, protected by a pair of frames, that gleamed with malicious intent. The thing wore a black military uniform and jacket that clearly showed his rank in hell's army. Arthur's eyes narrowed. This wasn't an ordinary demon.

He was a captain.

The demon's grin widened and he took a step forward, clearly enjoying the way the angel tried to move away. "You could at least thank me. Thought angels were all into that we must show our gratitude and shit." The demon moved forward again and was delighted to see Arthur had hit a wall and couldn't move. He sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned forward just enough to invade the angel's personal space. His eyes travelled downward to Arthur's exposed neck and he licked his lips. "Unless you want to thank me in other ways?"

Arthur felt a shiver of disgust travel down his spine. The demon leaned in again and flicked his tongue across the angel's neck, making Arthur tremble slightly at the sensation. He closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath as the demon nibbled on his skin, shooting rockets of something through Arthur's body. His mind fogged up as the unknown feeling, not an entirely unpleasant one, took over everything. Arthur wasn't even aware, nor did he care, that his face was flushed a bright red and he was moaning sinfully next to the demon's ears.

"Heh, never knew angels could make those sounds." The demon alluringly whispered into the angel's collarbone. "Wonder what other sounds you can make." He slid a hand into Arthur's slacks and caressed his inner thigh and one of his nails accidently scratched the skin. The slight pain awakened Arthur from his stupor and, with all the force he had in his weakened state, shoved the demon away from him.

Arthur was panting harshly as he glowered at the demon in front of him. "Don't. Touch. Me." He emphasized every word in a murderous tone that could send weaker demons running in fear. This demon, however, just laughed.

"Seemed like you were enjoying it though, sweetheart."

"Leave. Now."

"Awww, don't be like that darling." The demon put on a pout but his eyes still showed his amusement at everything. "This anyway to treat your savior?"

Arthur silently cursed his curiosity. "Savior?"

The demon nodded and lightly tapped the bandages around Arthur's chest. "Who else could've done it? I got you all cleaned and bandaged up which was a hard thing to do, you know." He eyed the smudges of blood on the bandages. "Angel's blood is really tempting."

Well, this was unexpected. And completely confusing and wrong. This demon saving an angel from certain death? And right when they were in the middle of a war? It didn't make any sense. Even if the thing was doing this for malicious reasons, things still didn't add up. The demon could have just locked him away, bloody and hurt, and had his way with him. Why the sentimental and humane gesture of bandaging him up?

"Why?"

"Why what babe?"

"Don't play dumb with me, demon." Arthur spat out. " I want to know why you saved me."

"Because I secretly hate hell and the other demons and want to join the angels in the war?" Arthur scoffed at that and the demon grinned. "Okay, yeah not even I believed that. Wouldn't that be something though? Not that it would matter 'cause you guys are gonna lose anyways."

"We won't lose." Arthur practically yelled at the demon. The demon leaned forward and patted the angel's cheek.

"'Course you guys will! All of you are weak." He licked Arthur's jaw, making the other shiver again. "Every last one of you."

Arthur shoved the demon away and unconsciously tried to unsheathe his sword from his side, forgetting that he woke up with his weapon missing from its place. The demon laughed and stood up from the bed, having his hands up in a mock surrender.

"Oh no, not the invisible holy sword of doomed!" He laughed and backed away from Arthur. "Anything but that! I surrender!"

Arthur twitched. He loathed how this demon was clearly playing with him and he was having a hell of a time enjoying it. He opened his mouth to say something, he wasn't sure what but he had to say something or his pride would never allow him to forgive himself, when the demon suddenly stopped laughing and stiffened. After a few seconds he sighed in irritation.

"Yeah, yeah I'm coming." He mumbled before grinning at Arthur in that mysterious way the angel was beginning to loathe. "Sorry darling, but they need me right now. Gotta fine tune some shit." He sighed dramatically. "Can never give me a break. It's what I get for being Captain." He leered at Arthur. "Ain't it the same for you Captain Kirkland?"

Arthur froze. "How do you-"

"Know your name?" He guessed. "That's a secret babe. But I could tell you for a price." Arthur shuddered at the way the demon's eyes looked at him.

The demon stiffened again for a few seconds before growling. "I'm fucking coming damn it! Give me a damn minute before I rip those horns off that scrawny body and shove them through your eyes!" He turned to Arthur again. "So what do you say?"

Arthur grimaced. "As if I'll ever cooperate with any of your kind."

"Awww, I'm heartbroken now." He clutched his heart. "You sure are mean for an angel. How about this?" He seated himself on the bed again. "I'll answer your earlier question if you do me a favor." Arthur was about to scoff in the other's face but he was interrupted. "All you have to do is give me a kiss right here," He tapped his cheek," and I'll give the answer. Sound fair?"

Arthur stared at him for a few moments, wondering if this was a trap. It had to be. It was never wise to make an agreement with a demon, even if seemed fairly harmless but his curiosity was burning him. He should refuse. He should. He really should.

"…Alright."

The demon grinned and leaned forward. Arthur gulped, praying that he didn't just make a big mistake, and moved towards the demon. The second before his lips made contact with the demon's cheek, the demon moved with lighting speed and crushed his lips against the angel's. Arthur tried moving back but the demon had already grabbed him by his cheeks. He was trapped.

Arthur tried struggling more but the demon was stronger than him. He was unable to block the other's tongue from entering his mouth and couldn't help the soft moan that escaped his mouth. He could feel the demon's smirk as he continued to ravish Arthur's mouth, hungrily mapping out everything he could. After a few seconds of the demon practically devouring him and Arthur clawing at him, the demon pushed away and moved to the other side of the room.

"Not bad, for a pure and holy angel." He grinned at Arthur's flush face.

"You lying-"

"I'm a demon." He cut off Arthur. "Did you expect me to suddenly be an honest little angel just cuz of you?" Arthur said nothing. "A deal's a deal though so I'll answer your earlier question." With a smirk, the demon continued. "I, Captain Jones, helped you out because there was nothing better to do."

Arthur stared at him in disbelief. "You did it out of boredom?"

"Yep. Glad I did too. Learned angels are pretty good in certain areas." He grinned and winked at Arthur. "If it wasn't for your aura, I'd believe you weren't an angel."

The demon suddenly appeared in front of Arthur and licked some of the blood that was seeping into the bandages. "It was fun babe. Maybe we'll get further next time. Bye bye sweetheart." With those words, the demon disappeared from Arthur's sight.

Arthur was immobile for the next few minutes. He was confused, angry, disoriented, humiliated. He shrieked at his own stupidity and cursed curiosity. How could he let that demon get the better of him? He was Captain Arthur Kirkland! He should have known better! He should have never even spoken to the demon in the first place!

Arthur glared at the space the demon had occupied a few minutes ago. No one makes a fool of Arthur Kirkland and gets away with it. Especially that blasted demon.

That demon thought they would meet for a next time hmm?

Well then, the next time they saw each other (and they will, Arthur will definitely make sure of it) he was going to personally destroy Captain Jones, no matter what it would take.