Author's Notes/: Alright. So I was on Chatango talking with America's Nantucket on there- hereafter referred to as Liz, because I can- when we decided... Well, Iunno what we decided. Messed with a bunch of people. Things got graphic. We decided we had a new OTP (or not, maybe, what say you, Liz?), and this... thing was born. The name and description are meh, but mind you, it was typed out at roughly midnight. MIDNIGHT.
Liz plays England (Arthur), annnd... I play everyone else. At least, in this chapter. Eventually, we will create a canon or something, explain some shit, maybe try to make sense of everything. Maybe.
Also this is my first time writing smut, or at least RPing it out, so ignore my fail.
(Also Liz I edited some stuff, feel free to tell me if I need to add or remove stuff or what.)
EDIT/: Now with scene changes!
Arthur Kirkland, otherwise known as Britannia Angel, let out a long sigh as he ruffled out his wings. He was supposedly being sent to Earth for a reported disturbance. Or so his boss said. Taking in a deep breath, Arthur spread out his arms and approached the edge of the platform; closing his eyes and slowly letting himself fall down, down to Earth.
He crept around the city, keeping his wings tucked tightly against his back. Didn't pay to let it become an easy grab. His wings were his livelihood, man, you couldn't take that away! Especially not when it was only his third time on the surface, breathing in scents other than brimstone and decay. Well, alright, there were better smells down there too, but it wasn't like he-
Something glowing caught his eye. He had no real reason for being up there other than he was bored, and chasing after the glowy thingy seemed like an entertaining prospect. His wings snapped out with a leathery crack, alerting the creature- a small, delicate woman, maybe six inches tall, with gauzy clear wings- that she wasn't alone. It was too late, anyways; Alfred F. Jones, or Sweet Devil as he preferred, was an efficient hunter, perhaps a little slow, but he made up for that with brute strength. His hand encased her body like a vice, allowing her to scream and struggle while slowly crushing her. What fun, he decided, watching silvery blood drip down his gloves.
Arthur could see a wide area of green start to show up clearly as he swiftly darted down, hair being blown everywhere. Why did he have to be the one - out of thousands of other angels out there - to do this? Bloody hell. He grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest as he neared the ground, spreading out his wings quickly to descend slower until his wood sandals touched the grass with a soft tap. Now, where could this 'disturbance' be? Arthur frowned, creasing his abnormally thick eyebrows and tucking his wings tightly behind his back, cautiously taking a few steps behind a building.
He let the fairy go, noting with delight that he'd torn a wing. Immediately, she tried to fly off, heading for any sanctuary she could while he licked the blood off of his hand. Done with that, he crept after her in her search for a pure creature.
And was he ever rewarded for his patience. Like sensed like, after all, and after a few strained beats she headed off as fast as she could towards a building. Alfred's eyes, slitted and catlike, lit up as he recognized the scent. A pure creature, indeed- and wasn't it his lucky day? An angel. He kept to the shadows as the fairy headed for the angel, sinking lower and lower until, only a few feet away, her destination in plain sight, she landed on the ground, crumpling over, her aura still glowing faintly. And now to wait.
Arthur was about to peek around the building until he saw a flicker of light in the distance. A recruit fairy, he thought. They were usually sent down to Earth to observe and report. But something seemed a little... off about her. Arthur crept cautiously to the fading glow of the seemingly-lifeless fairy, kneeling down and cupping his hands together to carefully pick it up. He sighed. What a shame. Whatever was out there must have been surprisingly strong...
"You should let go of that. She's still alive and I'm feelin' kinda peckish." Alfred stepped out from his hiding place, fingering the horns on his head thoughtfully. They were tiny, indicating just how young he was- not a century old. He wasn't old enough to have even an imp for backup, let alone something that might actually help should the angel prove to be a challenge. Oh, well- good thing he adored challenges. "You gonna hand her over?" The fairy twitched a little, opening her eyes feebly.
Arthur tensed. Could this be him...? Looking up, he flinched a little. "W-why should I?" he asked shakily, keeping the injured fairy close to his chest as he got to his feet. Then he noticed how tall this mysterious creature was to him. Arthur blanched, taking a few steps back so he wasn't so close. "Are you the one who did this to her...?"
He laughed, waggling his fingers. "Who else? Now, c'mon, before I get mad." His tail twitched, practically tying knots into itself, he was so excited. His heart beat quickly; he just loved it when people showed their fear so easily. Alfred continued stepping towards him until they were only a few inches away. Speaking of which, he was at least two inches taller and a bit broader in the shoulders. This angel would have to hope they were faster than, him, then. He grabbed the angel's wrists, prying the fingers open and plucking the fairy out by the wings, earning a whimper of pain from her. "And what do they call you, eyebrows?" he purred, releasing the other's wrists and adjusting his glasses carefully.
"Ah!" Arthur exclaimed as his wrists were twisted, suddenly letting out an irritated growl at the devil's comment. "S-shut your damn mouth and give her back..." He rubbed his wrists, feeling a light blush creep upon his cheeks. He hated being commented on by his eyebrows. So what if they were big! It gave him character! ... Right? Arthur shook his head, getting rid of the thoughts. He was just about ready to take out his wand; in case things started to get rough.
Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Talking back to a devil? My, my..." His tail twitched more as he cradled the fairy gently in both of his hands, smirking wide enough to reveal his fangs in all their glory. "I was just referring to you as that, not like I have yer name, bruh." His tongue flicked out, dabbing at the blood oozing out of her crushed ribcage before he finished the deed, hands suddenly clamping shut and twisting in opposite directions. There was a nasty crunching noise, a cut-off squeal, then he dropped the broken body to the ground, hands nearly covered with silver-coloured blood.
Arthur winced at the bone-chilling noise, not daring to even look at what just happened. Instead, he clasped his hands together and chanted silently, a common ritual angels do to send the soul of the passed away back to the Heavens. After he was done, Arthur looked up once again at that wretched devil, grimacing as he reached down into his satchel - not a purse - and pulled out his wand, gripping it tightly. "I'll make you pay for that..."
"Oh, no. I don't think so." Alfred slid his gloves off, revealing black, pointed nails, stretching his wings to their full span. He shoved the gloves into the pocket of his jacket, cracking his neck. "That wand ain't exactly fair, you know. Don't pick on children, huh?" Still, he shook himself, feeling his pulse throb in his neck. "You sure you want to do this? I've been told I'm incredibly strong for my age and status."
"I'll do whatever it takes," Arthur said, keeping the grimace on his face. "Just as long as I get my revenge." Truthfully, he really wasn't sure he could do this. After all, he was rated one of the weakest angels. But of course, that's out of thousands.
He took a step back, not out of fear, but to create a bit of space between them. "Then come get me, bro!" he laughed, jumping up, wings windmilling awkwardly for a few seconds- there weren't too many wide-open places underground without good, warm currents, and there were no currents so close to the ground- before he managed to start climbing into the air. Alfred hoped the stories weren't true, that angels were fairly silent fliers, because devils certainly weren't quiet.
Arthur clenched his hands around the wand, quickly unhinging his clean, white wings. He spread them out, taking a few swift steps before full-out running. Then he leapt high into the air and put his arms out, trying to gain some momentum as he caught a drift. He might've been one of the weakest angels out there, but he certainly wasn't the slowest. Arthur kept his eye on the devil, making sure he didn't get out of reach as he picked up more speed.
Alfred continued going straight up, trying to find the perfect current that would make flying just a breeze. In the moonlight, his wings glinted, making him an obvious target; that should have been warning enough. Not the fastest devil out there, he made up for it with endurance. Although, the angel was a pretty obvious site himself. "What'cha gonna do with that little stick, huh? Poke me to death?" he taunted, catching that beautiful river of air and rejoicing silently.
Arthur grunted irritably. "Shut up. Don't call it a stick!" he growled, riding the air current higher to get a better glimpse of his target, who seemed to be getting quite noticeable. His wings flitted in complete silence as he shot upwards, relishing in the cool air that sifted through his feathers.
"It's a stick, it's a stick~!" he crooned, sticking his tongue out. He drifted away, forcing himself ever higher until he lunged forwards, tucking his wings back to dive at his foe. Alfred needed to break the wand, he knew that- yes, he could use magic as well, but he wanted to have the advantage.
Grumbling, Arthur flipped his wand in front of him and was just about to cast a spell until he saw a glint reflect out of the corner of his eyes. He managed to swiftly move out of the way before he was hit, sighing in relief. But his hands felt strangely empty as he flexed them. "What the..."
Alfred cackled, spiraling higher, holding the wand aloft. It felt warm to the touch, like it was reacting to the heathen holding it. "Look what I got~!" he sang, twirling it about on his finger like it was a baton before grabbing it with both hands, raising his knee up. With a giggle, he slammed it down, snapping the wood in half, holding the pieces in his hands. "You're too la-ate!"
Arthur's eyes widened in shock, whimpering as his wand was broke in half. He slapped his hand on his forehead and seethed, his strength lowering greatly. "Y-you bloody fool .." he shuddered, still managing to keep himself hovering in the air. Taking his hand away, Arthur clenched both his hands into fists and with one last burst, he charged at the devil. "YOU DAMN FOOL!"
Alfred just sat there, dropping the pieces and allowing the angel to tackle him. He wrapped his arms around the angry creature, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug- though the bone-crushing part might have been intentional. "Meanie~! Of course I'm damned, but you don't need to rub it in my face!" Just for kicks, he leaned forwards, nibbling the other's ear.
Arthur let out a soft squeal as he was squished into a... hug? He struggled vigorously with all the strength left in him, finding it a little hard to breathe as he was 'crushed'. Then a shiver ran down his spine, chilling him from the inside. Had he just nibbled on his ear? "Nghh... l-let go!" he screamed, kicking his legs.
Alfred giggled, looking and sounding much like a child told he could have as much candy as he wanted. "Shh, shh," he hummed, rubbing his back and pulling out another feather. "You'll be fine..."
"Nnn! S-stop it!" Arthur shrieked, writhing in complete agony. "It hurts, it hurts!" A few tears slipped out from the corner of his eyes as he buried his face deeper into the other's chest.
Alfred sighed, deciding he should stop while he was ahead- though, one more feather couldn't hurt, right..? With that, he plucked his third and final feather, adding it to the two others he held. "Fiiine... buzzkill," he muttered.
Arthur shrieked again, jerking his body as another feather was yanked out of him. He reached his hands out to wipe his eyes and grimaced, pushing back on the devil's chest again harder. "W-what was that for ...? It hurt!" He started to struggle again, twisting his body around and trying to pull away.
The struggling was getting to be annoying; just because of that, he grabbed two feathers, tugging on them warningly. "Stop," Alfred growled, shaking his head. "You keep doing this and I'll do my best to hurt you worse."
Arthur paused, whimpering as he heard the threat. He leaned back and crossed his arms, grumbling. "Why won't you let me go?" he said, wondering what his boss might think of him for being out for so long, plus the recruit fairy not reporting back. "I'm starting to get a bloody cramp..."
"You have a lot more to worry about then cramps, bro." With that, Alfred shook his head, hands retreating to grab the angel's arms, clamping down as tight as he could without breaking something. "Tell me. Why shouldn't I kill ya, huh? Like I killed that fairy? I'd be the youngest devil to have killed an angel- hell, I don't think I'm even fifty yet." He chuckled grimly, eyes narrowing. "I do want to kill you, though..."
"W-what...? No!" Arthur's eyes widened in fear, wincing at his arm being forcefully gripped. "You can't kill me! Y-you just can't!" he screamed, another round of tears welling up in his eyes as he tugged at his arm. "I don't want to... p-please..." A few tears rolled down his cheek as he quickly used the back of his hand to wipe them.
Alfred giggled, leaning forwards until their noses touched. "No one wants to die, of course." He frowned however, pulling back. Dammit... He didn't know why, but he hated seeing crying creatures, no matter what. Watching their pain? Certainly. But not if their tears were those of sadness. He blamed it on his mixed blood. Sighing, he swatted at the angel's hand, brushing the tears away. "Stop it now. You're not in too much pain right now, don't you fuck'in dare cry." Stupid mother deciding she liked a human making him get all weird over people being sad... Sometimes he hated it.
Arthur sniffled, continuing to wipe his eyes until his hands were pushed away. "W-wha...? But it did hurt!" he tried to protest without starting to cry again. Damn himself for being so sensitive. Why did angels have to be so soft and girly? Arthur certainly wasn't girly. He grunted irritably. "Nn... s-stop touching my face ..."
"Shut up before I decide to scratch your eyes out," Alfred snarled, baring his teeth angrily. Honestly! The few times he tries to be nice to angels- to supposed 'holy' beings in general- and he's rebuffed. "I think they'd look better on the ground, anyways." He removed his hand anyways, snorting and looking slightly offended. Maybe he should just kill him anyways. Messing around wasn't that fun anymore now.
Arthur jumped at the sudden snarl. Had he done something wrong? Well, no matter, he thought, still trying to get away. He had to get back to Heaven soon. "Uhm... w-will you let go of me, now? I have to head back..." He lowered his head a little. "I-I'm sorry."
He sighed. He'd started off pleasantly frightening, and now... God, the other devils would never let him live it down if they knew. Maybe Alfred would blame it on the fact that the sun was rising. That was it, when the sun rose his skills fell. "Why are you apologizing? What, did you enjoy our little rendezvous?" he sneered, digging his pointed nails into the angel's skin. "What's your rush, huh?"
Arthur let out a squeal and cringed, reeling his arm away. "No, I didn't," he said, still sniffling. "I didn't enjoy it at all." Or had he? He hoped to God he hated it. "I have to go because it's getting late. That is, unless, you're wanting me to stay." He meant for that last sentence to be sarcastic. He really didn't want to be here anymore.
Alfred tugged on his arm, shaking his head. "Hey! I have an idea, broham!" he cried, ignoring everything else the angel was spluttering, dragging him to the edge of the building. "I'll show ya how devils are superior in their flight skills!" With that, he snapped his wings out, leaping off the edge and not even bothering to try to flap, still clutching his prey with one hand.
Arthur grimaced. He felt like the devil was just stalling him now. "What's your ideaAAAA!" His voice hitched as he was suddenly lifted into the air, not giving him the chance to snap out his own wings. "W-what is the meaning of this!" he gasped, struggling to get his wings out.
"Admit it, bruh! I'm a better flyer!" Alfred liked to think he was when he wasn't carrying additional weight, swinging the creature about gleefully. He tilted himself, pulling out of his dive when they were mere inches from the concrete, straining to ride up. This was faintly annoying, but oh, well. It would only build his strength if it didn't kill him!
"L-let go of my arm!" Arthur begged, getting a little scared as he was just hanging in the air. His wings were having difficulty opening, which made him panic even more. Then it sunk into him "On second thought ... don't let go." He shakily reached his other hand out and grasped the devil's arm with all his might.
Alfred beamed, loosening his grip. "'Let go of my arm'? You can't change your mind so easily!" He forced himself ever higher, gritting his teeth as his arm felt like it was going to be wrenched right out of his shoulder. "You totes need to lose some weight, though!" he grunted, releasing his grip entirely.
"What! Are you calling me fa-" Arthur was cut off by the sound of wind rushing past his ears. He couldn't have ... Had he let him fall? Looking down, Arthur screamed and furiously attempted to bring out his wings again. "Dammit!" he cursed, keeping his toga down as he fell. He wanted to cry again, but he knew he had to quit doing that sooner or later, so he just took in a deep breath and shut his eyes tightly.
Alfred watched, hovering there as best as he could before spiraling downwards, stretching his arms out. "Here we go! A better angle, hnn?" he asked, doing his best to catch the falling angel bridal-style. Why? Because he could, dammit, that's why. "What'choo got under yer tunic, huhhh? Little secret-secret?" he cooed, looking amused.
Arthur continued to whimper loudly, chest heaving as he breathed heavily. Then he felt two hands grab him from under. He opened his eyes slowly, starting to blush as he made eye contact with the devil. "W-what ... was that about?" he panted, pulling down more of his toga and blushing deeper. "This is nothing for you to look at ..."
"You blush too much," was the devil's first statement, tilting his head to the side in what he hoped was a 'charming' manner. His second statement was: "You said to let you go, then not ta let ya go, so I figured, it wouldn't be very heroic of me to not fulfill both wishes! Pop's always tellin' me..." He trailed off. No way was he talking about his father in front of this thing. "'Sides, I'd need to report to the ole boss 'bout my achievement. And dude, whatever's under yer toga ain't nothing I've never seen before." As if to prove the point, he reached over, lifting it up completely.
"I can't help it," Arthur said, his face completely flushed a deep red. He really couldn't. After all, he was supposedly the only male angel that could actually blush. He always got picked on by that. But that's another story. Arthur suddenly tensed as the devil lifted up his tunic, immediately stretching out his arm to try and tug it back down. "D-don't look!" he snapped, getting even more flushed in the face.
"Yes you can," Alfred replied promptly. He hadn't even been aware that it was possible for angels to blush. Weren't the males supposed to be all stoic and whatnot? Still, it amused him vaguely. As did blatantly disobeying what he was told to do, taking a quick peek between the angel's legs. "Awh, how cute," he sneered. "Wittle angel dude's got a surprise! I'd devour it if I had the time, but..." He glanced at the rising sun, dumping the other onto a nearby roof, "Pop's flower shop totally opens soon, and who am I to give him anything other than a devilishly good time?" He smirked dangerously, hopping down and searching the buildings, clearly in hunting mode.
He picked a bad day to go commando, didn't he? Arthur gritted his teeth and finally pulled down his toga, only to be dropped down on to of a roof. "H-hey!" he called out, crossing his legs as he sat. "Are you just going to leave me here?" Well, maybe that wasn't that bad. He could finally get off this planet and back to Heaven; he had so much information to report back to his boss.
He turned around in the air, hands on his hips. "What, ya wanna come with me as I harass mortals?" Alfred rolled his eyes, continuing along his way, eventually abandoning flying for walking. He pulled out his gloves, shaking the blood off before slipping them on. Now to find a good place to disguise himself as a mortal...
Arthur shook his head. "No thank you," he mumbled to himself, standing up to see if he could stretch out his wings this time. Luckily they did and he fluffed them out, puffing out his chest as he took a few running steps. He quickly propelled himself into the air with one powerful leap and shot himself straight into the blue sky, soon disappearing into the clouds. Arthur had so much information to spill to his boss.
The angel drew her wings closer, pursing her lips as she inspected the paperwork. That idiot was supposed to be arriving soon- he was late, so she'd be docking points for lack of quality there. He'd better have his wand, too, or else she'd have a field day with removing points. After all, she was a seraph- dammit, she was going to enjoy the benefits of lording over everyone else!
Arthur quickly reached up to the platform and tucked his wings to his back and dashed as fast as he could through the hall. He was late, so late! What would his boss say? Surely he would have points taken off for being late. After running down the hall, Arthur grasped the doorknob that was at the end of it and yanked it open, bursting through. "T-terribly sorry I'm late, boss!" he panted. "The mission took longer than expected!"
She held up a finger for silence, setting her papers down carefully and looking up at him in disdain. "You are ten minutes late, just so you know. Tardiness is not excusable; nor is a disruptive entrance. As usual, you receive a low score." She sighed, shaking her head. "You also smell of devil. Your mission was to scout out, not to interfere- in fact, that stench isn't even..!" She sighed, eye twitching. "Please tell me he or she didn't have the upper hand."
Arthur frowned. It wasn't usually he got low grades ... was it? His ears suddenly perked up as he heard 'devil' and got fidgety, lowering his head in embarrassment an blushing lightly. "He ... uh, yes, he was the upper hand ..." he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. Christ, this was so embarrassing ... it wasn't like he chose to interfere with that damned devil. Just a coincidence.
She nodded thoughtfully, hand straying to a china figurine of a pig she had on her desk- a gift from an admirer, perhaps. She gripped it tightly, raising it up and smashing it against her desk with a screech. "Please tell me you're joking! I should like to think that even one of my weakest charges can best a half-breed devil!" The scent wasn't pure at all; a mixture of licorice and human. She ran her hands through her hair, gripping it and trying her hardest not to rip it out. Half-breeds were looked down upon; usually they were raised among mortals with a glamour covering everything up. They weren't normally allowed in public, and were generally the weakest of their species. She stared at him, breathing heavily.
"I-I'm sorry!" Arthur tried to apologize again as his boss raged. "I swear to God, it wasn't my fault!" He probably shouldn't have swore. Now he'd have to spill everything he knew. "He... he confronted me first. T-the recruit fairy! He killed it! I tried to stop him, I did..." Do not cry, do NOT cry, he repeated to himself. He didn't want to look even weaker in front of his boss. Sure, he's done it millions of times before, but this was a serious situation he was stuck in and it would just ruin the moment. Plus, he could feel multiple eyes glaring at him.
"Just- just SHUT UP!" She massaged her temples, one eye opening. "He killed a recruit fairy..? Most just torture the poor things, but... killed it?" She frowned; this was a problem. That half-breed... "You've encountered devils before- I should know, I had to bail you out that one time. My boss nearly killed me for messing with the sword. Since you have adequate experience, how strong would you say he was?" She pulled out some more papers, scribbling down notes. Next time, she'd have to send someone stronger to eliminate him, then. "What did he look like, as well?"
Arthur took a deep breath. He remembered that day. But now's not the time to reminisce; he had to focus. "Uhm... he was pretty strong," he explained to his boss. "Black hair, small horns and quite-" He stopped himself. Was he really about to say 'handsome'? Now he just felt more embarrassed, blushing lightly. "... rowdy." Gah, stop blushing! he told himself inwardly, rubbing his cheeks and shaking his head.
Small horns... She pulled out her book, trying to figure out what that meant, when she paused, narrowing her eyes further. "You're blushing. Don't tell me you're attracted to him..." She sighed. "Though that may shed some light as to who- or what- the mother is." She clicked her tongue, locating the information quickly. "Can you give me an estimate as to the exact length? That should tell me the rough age." She hoped it meant that the half-breed was old. She hoped to her boss, God.
His blush grew deeper. "O-of course I don't," he lied, crossing his arms to his chest. So what if he did; it wasn't like it was the end of the world, right? "Um... anyways," Arthur cleared his throat nervously. "They were pretty small, judging by his size..."
She rolled her eyes. "Riiight. You aren't." She continued reading, the corner of her mouth twitching. It was fairly impressive, the fact that she didn't just kill him outright. "I need a guess at to the LENGTH! How many inches! How thick were they! How much do they taper!" Angrily, the seraph slammed the book down, pointing at him. "Listen. You will trail him, do you understand me? Track him down. We need as much information on this half-breed as we can get- and just because you think he's hot, doesn't mean you can sleep with him!" The last part probably wasn't necessary, but she couldn't wait to see if it'd make him squirm.
Arthur was startled at his boss's outburst, continuing to blush as he heard her comment. Sleep with the devil? AS IF. It was just a harmless crush, is all! Wait, did she say he was going back to track him again? Well, at least it won't be as stressful the second time. At least, that's what he hoped for. "Yes, ma'am." Arthur said, squirming a little as he fidgeted with his fingers.
Sighing, the woman stood up, eyeing him critically. "I want you to do two things," she said quietly, cleaning up the shards of porcelain pig and tossing them. "One. I want you to show me your wand. Two. I want you to put on underwear." She was only guessing, of course- but it seemed like something Arthur would do, after all.
Arthur's eyes widened. "My... wand?" Oh crap. That cursed devil had broke it when they were quarreling a few hours back. And underwear? "Uh... see, about my wand... it kind of broke." He prepared himself to get yelled at, raising his hands in front of his face.
Her expression went strangely blank. "Arthur Kirkland, Britannia Angel, whatever you want to go by- get out," she said calmly, picking up her papers. "Go get another wand and go track that half-breed." Even with the disturbing calm, the hyphenated word rolled off her tongue practically dripping with scorn. "Remember to adopt a glamour to hide your wings and wear appropriate clothing. Now, get out before I have an aneurism-heart attack-seizure combo."
Arthur nodded slowly. "Y-yes ma'am..." he mumbled, giving a small salute and walking back towards the door, grasping the knob and quickly ambling out as fast as possible. Christ, what was with her? Arthur's never seen her that furious with him before. But no matter; she'll probably be back to normal later. Now, it was off to change into different clothes for Earth again, where he was once again going to be 'tracking' the devil.
Down on Earth, the sun had risen on a thankfully beautiful day. Down on a specific part of Earth, an older man- maybe forty or fifty, with blue eyes and blonde hair- hauled a crate full of flowers about, much to the dismay of a much younger, near-identical facsimile. "Pops, c'mon, let me help with that!" the younger whined, looking kinder without threatening fangs and slitted eyes, wearing a more genuine smile instead of a smirk.
"Nonsense, Alfred, I can do this!" the man laughed, though it was clear his knees were killing him. After all, a flower shop only had one grand opening, right?
Meanwhile, back in Heaven, Arthur had just put the finishing touches on his disguise; a typical white dress shirt with some sleek black pants. It wasn't often he dressed up, just in special occasions. He turned to his side and checked his back. No wing bulge, that was good. With that, he flipped out his newly made wand and twirled it around him once, allowing himself to hover. It was going to be a long way back down to Earth, considering the fact he couldn't use his wings. Arthur neared the end of the platform and took one step, descending slowly down to the blue planet, nervously thinking about the devil.
Neither Alfred- ostensibly in mortal guise- nor 'Pops' noticed anything falling out of the sky; both were too busy reorganizing the daisies in the flowerbeds outside of the shop. Alfred himself was up to his elbows in dirt, trying to drink from a precariously-perched cup on a stool simultaneously. At least he looked like he was enjoying himself, even when the contents- Coca-Cola, probably- went spilling all over himself and the daisies. "Awh, man! Pops, could ya get me another? Then I'll tell ya how Mom is!" Despite everything, he was still wary- if he saw that angel again... For something like that to see him mingling among humans so willingly... It was embarrassing.
Arthur kicked his legs to descend faster, getting closer to the ground. Once he touched the concrete, he made his way behind a small building and peeked through the small window. Ah, there he was. That damned devil was ... gardening? Confused, Arthur slipped around to the side of the house to get a better look. Sure enough, he was kneeling down, attending to what seemed like a bed of daisies. He wanted to laugh; seeing what he thought was a fearless and menacing devil was playing with pretty flowers! Arthur did actually laugh, quickly covering his mouth before it got any louder.
Alfred heard the laughter, whirling around angrily and throwing the cup in the angel's direction. It shattered against a building as he panted, looking about. He certainly looked different when blonde; less threatening, perhaps. "Who laughed, huh? Come on out, bro!" he spat, chest heaving. The man from earlier came out, frowning.
"Alfred, you need to learn to calm down," he said gently, going over to pat the devil on the back. Alfred's eyes flashed dangerously- in fact, it looked like he was about to rip the man in half when...
He straightened, laughing and dusting the dirt off of his hands. "Yer right, pops! Sorry 'bout that, I'll reimburse ya for the cup- ya just know how I get when I think people are makin' fun of me. You know me, a real rabble-rouser, surprised I ain't been kicked outta Hell yet." Still laughing, he walked inside the shop while the man peered about, frowning slightly.
Arthur jumped as he heard the glass shatter, smirking a bit and giggling silently. He slowly poked his head around the building, blinking a few times to find that the devil had disappeared. Where had he gone? Inside? Now how was he going to get in there? Arthur pondered for a moment, thinking of an idea. Then he suddenly got one. Giggling, he sneakily made his way to the other side of the small building and peeked his head out again, frowning. Damn, there was someone blocking the entrance. Maybe a distraction? No, he wasn't good at those. What to do...
The man frowned, going back inside. Their voices could be heard faintly, along with the hissing sound of a soda being opened. "Alfred, you need to control your temper- sometimes I think you take after your mother like that. She threw fits at the drop of a hat..." He sighed.
Alfred shrugged, chugging the soda quickly. "Well, it ain't like I took after her in looks, amirite?" he laughed, beaming. "'Sides, I smelled a rat there- heard a rather familiar one, too. Listen. You go finish up the flower displays in the back, a'ight? And I clean up everythin', wash myself up, play the host." The man nodded, heading deeper into the store while Alfred growled to himself, looking mutinous.
Arthur tapped his chin. "Hmm..." he hummed, slowly making his way from behind the building until he was in the house his target was in. He laughed again, finding all of this just hilarious. The devil was half-aware that he was being stalked, which made Arthur giggle. He rounded the other side of the house, scooting cautiously across the front of the building until he was as close as he could get to the front door. Now to think of a way to get in... hmm.
Alfred washed the grime off of himself, glad he'd chosen to take off his bomber jacket. The scent of all those flowers made him gag, but if his father liked them, then, well... He knew his mother definitely did- was Papa Jones really trying to bring her back..? He smiled faintly before scowling, a stronger scent than pollen catching his attention. Soundlessly, he crept towards the front door, poking his head out and spotting the angel easily. Or rather, guessed the location, judging by the fact the scent was coming from it the strongest. "Dude. Why're you stalking me? I let ya go, didn't I?"
Arthur looked to his left and jumped back, at bit startled at the devil's sudden appearance. He was getting scared easily lately. Damn it. "I wouldn't call it stalking..." he said, scratching the back of his head. "I was actually sent back down here by my boss. I didn't really have a choice." His eyes darted back and forth nervously, refusing to look the devil in his eyes. And then he was blushing. Again. Damn it all, why can't he do this normally?
Clearly, Alfred wasn't in the mood for teasing or playing around. He stalked over, picking the angel up by the front of his shirt and slamming him against the building. "Look," the devil hissed, eyes flashing once more. "Today. Is. Special. Do you understand, bro? Earlier, yeah, we were all buddy-buddy 'n crap like that, but when ya go intrudin' in me 'n my father's time together..." He chuckled darkly, tightening his grip on the shirt. "I ain't a nice 'Mister Devil' kinda dude. I'm a hero when my dad needs it, I'm a hero when my bros need it, but not when a puny little angel who blushes waaay too much interferes. Got it?"
"H-hey!" Arthur exclaimed as he was pushed against the wall by his shirt. "I-I told you, it wasn't my choice to come back!" he tried to protest, fighting back tears. He writhed uncomfortably, feet not able to touch the ground. Arthur was absolutely frightened at the devil's sudden mood change. All he could sputter out was multiple 'I'm sorry's and shut his eyes tightly, hoping he wouldn't attempt to hurt him again.
"Ya coulda still disobeyed orders. And even if ya couldn't, I ain't one for fairness, y'know?" Alfred leaned in, only to recoil sharply as a window near them was thrown open, someone's head poking out of it.
Papa Jones frowned as Alfred hastily let go. "I honestly hope you two are just roughhousing. Now, invite your friend- maybe he can be the first to buy a flower from me!" Laughing, he closed the window again. The devil sighed, but perked up, practically dragging the angel in as per his father's orders.
Arthur craned his neck to see who was talking. It was that man he saw earlier, blocking the door. "Uhm... who is- AH!" He didn't get to finish, due to the devil practically dragging him inside. "Christ, what the..." Grimacing, Arthur stood up straight, wrenching his body out of the other's grasp. "I can walk myself." he muttered under his breath, fixing his shirt.
Alfred snarled, roughly elbowing the angel and shaking his head. "You're just lucky I don't decide to tear you limb from limb," he muttered, ignoring the man's glares. "Pop, if ya need me, I'll be... doin' stuff. Yeah, doin' stuff in my room, 'kay?" That sounded wrong- what he was really going to do was look at pictures of his mother- but the man seemed to get it, nodding as the taller of the trio left the room, scrutinizing the angel carefully and still clutching a bouquet of lilies.
Arthur winced as he was elbowed, clutching his side. "Ow... what was that for?" he said, looking up at him. He noticed the devil had flowers in his hands as he followed him to his room. "What are those for? And why are you taking them in your room...?" Was he asking too much questions? He hoped not.
Alfred snorted, setting the flowers down and shoving the angel. "Stop following me! Jesus H. Murphy, bro!" He looked irritated, not at all cheery as he had been when he was alone tending to the flowerbed. "Ya gonna laugh at me, huh? Ya feedin' information to yer superiors 'bout my weaknesses, huh?" With that, he slammed the door behind him hard enough to rattle pictures on the other side. The man sighed, shaking his head.
"Never seen him get like this before, even when we've fought... And I have several scars from when he loses control. Go figure."
Arthur jumped as the door was shut in his face. What was with him? "Was it something I said...?" he said to himself, creasing his thick eyebrows. Upon hearing the voice behind him, Arthur swerved his head around. "He... he's hurt you before? H-how?" His face flushed again. Why was he so concerned about that damned devil?
The man chuckled a little, picking up the lilies and putting them where they belonged before surveying the store with a proud sigh. "My son's... different, you know? I like to think he's a nice guy, but his temper is..." He shook his head, looking over the angel. "And the people he cares about, strangely, tend to bring out the worst in him. At least, that's what I think... I've only seen him a few times before- his mother disappeared shortly after we realized she was pregnant- so I don't know much about him..." Absently, he rubbed his shoulder; a few lacerations could be seen under the collar, at least a few years old.
Arthur frowned. "I-I'm sorry," he apologized subconsciously, putting his hand over his mouth. Wait. He gets moody around the ones he cares for? Just now, he was... A blush came across Arthur's face again. He doescare about him, doesn't he? "Um... d-do you know what happened to his mother...?" he asked, deciding to get a little more information on the devil. After all, he didn't want to go back empty-handed and hear his boss scold him again like she did yesterday.
The man chuckled, shaking his head. "It's fine. Or, maybe he gets upset when his ideas are challenged... I do that all the time..." Shrugging, he gave up on that, glancing at the angel and noticing the blush with a raised eyebrow. "His mother? No, I don't- well, I sort of do. Alfred gives me messages from her, but won't tell me what she's doing or where she is besides 'home'... So, other than her obviously giving birth to my son, I don't know." He shook his head again, looking slightly sad.
"Oh..." Arthur looked down at his feet. He never knew this devil had a 'family'. Must be nice, he thought. Sighing, Arthur looked back at the door that was slammed in his face earlier. "Those flowers he had," he said, looking back at the older man. "What were they for? He took them to his room..." Could it have to do with his mother...?
"The flowers..?" He snorted. "No, he's probably planting them on the windowsill- we're trying to make the whole house look festive, so every window has a little trough." He looked about, going behind the counter to fetch something for himself to drink out of the small fridge. "So. How do you know my son? Can't be from school- you don't have that same air about you that he does." That vaguely menacing air that never let up even when Alfred seemed to be fully relaxed... His mother had had a similar air, though it scared him less.
Arthur tensed. Should he tell him he was an angel? "Well, you see..." he started to say, clearing his throat nervously. "I'm- I'm an angel, if you... um, haven't figured out yet. I was sent out from Heaven to scout him. Said he was causing a disturbance to the residents." He fidgeted with his fingers, remembering what happened when they first met. And then he blushed. Once again. Shaking his head, he slapped his cheeks lightly and scolded himself inwardly.
His lips pursed slightly as he glanced back at the door. "Maybe you better go," he said coolly. Disturbances..? He scowled, muttering to himself. "If Alfred's been killing the neighbor's pets again..." Granted, Alfred had been- what, twelve, at least in appearance?- twelve when that had happened, but... Or maybe he was looting houses. Who knew. What he did know was that the angel was acting strangely whenever mentioning his son. "Why are you blushing?"
"H-huh? Leave? But I have to-" He stopped himself, catching what the man said last. "Uh... i-it's a force of habit," he lied, blushing deeper. "I can't really help it." What a horrible liar he was. He was told not to lie back in his training days, but he could never tell one without apologizing shortly after and ended up telling the truth. It's what angels were taught to do from birth. Swallowing, Arthur ignored the instinct and looked back up at the man modestly; he was going to do this whether or not it made him cry endlessly in his pillow the next night.
"Yes, you have to scout him. But- you know, sir, you are a terrible liar." The man couldn't resist grinning, opening a bottle of tonic water and taking a sip. He gazed over the angel carefully even as there was a crash from where Alfred had disappeared to. "Alfie! You better clean that up!" Laughter, then muffled flapping was all that was given in return, making the man roll his eyes. "If that kid gets caught... Not everyone's this relaxed about demons and angels... Even then, some days I wonder if I'm sane..." He winced, taking a larger drink. "Now, tell me the truth before I open my shop up. I'm sure you don't want people who didn't fall in love with a demon to hear, now do you?"
Arthur turned his head to the side and continued to blush. How utterly embarrassing. "Um... y-yes, I... I fell slightly in love with your son ..." he admitted, rubbing his face. "I-I'm sorry, Mister." There he goes again with the apologizing. Sometimes, it just got plain annoying to him. "If you still want me to leave... I c-could..." Arthur felt the need to just stretch out his wings; they were starting to hurt him from wearing the clothes for so long.
He polished off the tonic water in a few large gulps, inspecting the label with an amused expression. "Well. You certainly don't beat around the bush. That certain you love him, huh?" He tossed the bottle into the recycling, dusting off the counter fastidiously. "Mind explaining how you met him? Because of what his mother was, I doubt that it's actually love."
How they met ... Arthur thought for a moment; the blush quickly returning to his cheeks. "M-my recruit fairy," he began, looking back up. "I found it... half alive. Then, that's when I saw him," He paused for a second, then resumed. "He was the one who confronted me first. He ended up... well, killing the fairy that I had in my hands. Then I challenged him to fight and-" Arthur stopped himself. He was going to keep rambling on quicker if he continued.
The man sighed, shaking his head in the direction of Alfred's room. "Kid needs to stop killing things," he groaned, opening one eye in slight irritation. "He's probably the reason it was in that half-alive condition. The first time I met him, he stayed for a few days. On the second day, my room was full of the neighbors' pets. Dead." It was like a cat trying to make sure its master or mistress was fed. Or maybe it had been a threat. He couldn't tell when it came to devils.
"I-I see... does he do this often?" Arthur asked, leaning his back on the door. "Is it a habit or something?" He didn't get why this devil would go around killing innocent animals. It irked him in a way. If only he'd been there earlier, he would have saved them maybe. Arthur's wings twitched uncomfortably as he pressed his back into the door, making him groan softly and sit up straighter.
"Often enough that he keeps his visits short. Whether they're presents, threats, or ways for him to vent his frustration, I don't know." He noticed the angel's discomfort with a raised eyebrow, shaking his head. "You'd have to see if you can get him to-"
The door opened, and Alfred slid back into the room, grinning. "Talkin' 'bout me, I bet. Pops, I'd love ta stick around, but the dudes back home are pro'lly reeeaal antsy right 'bout now." He ran out of the room, jumping up and staying up as invisible wings kept him aloft. He ran a hand through his hair, turning it back to its natural black as he soared off.
Arthur let out a whine as the door was opened on him. He moved out of the way and watched the devil fly off, having the sudden urge to follow him. He had to, didn't he? That was the whole part of 'scouting' someone... "U-um... where's he going?" he said, wings twitching in anticipation. Nervously, he fidgeted with his hands. He needed to follow him!
The man shrugged. "I don't know. He always tells me 'home' but I can't tell if he means Hell or an actual house." He poked his head out, looking both ways. "Good, no one saw him... So, Mr. Angel sent to stalk my son, I'd give them false information, if I were you." He watched a black speck in the sky, biting his lip.
'Stalk'? He was scouting! There's a big difference between those words. But never mind that. He had to go after him! What would his boss say if he came back with no information? Surely, more points would get docked off. Arthur swiftly made his way outside, looking back at the older man. "I... um, have to... f-follow him..." he said anxiously, blushing deeply.
The man gave him a dead-fish stare. "Why do you have to tell me everything, huh? Now get out before I get customers- which means I'll be using you as an unpaid assistant." With that, he grabbed a sign hanging off of a nail in the door, flipping it to 'Open' as the black speck did a loop-de-loop, presumably just to show off, as it headed for another tall building.
Arthur nodded, taking out his wand and changing into his original clothes quickly. He stretched out his wings a few times before taking a few running steps and pushing himself into the air, keeping a keen eye on the black dot that was moving up and down. What was he going to say when he caught up to the devil? Probably something stupid like always. Arthur rose himself higher into the air as he got closer and closer to his target, putting his wand back in his messenger bag. "Please don't be angry, please don't be angry..." he repeated to himself, cheeks warming up again.
Alfred didn't notice at all, maneuvering towards a small room on top of the building and inspecting it for a moment. He muttered something to himself, clasping his hands together and aiming at the wall, making a small noise like he'd just shot something. Red runes appeared, spreading out and forming a door. "Bingo," he muttered, stepping in quickly, the concrete rippling like he'd just stepped through water. The runes flashed as the last bit of him, the tip of his tail, disappeared.
Surprised, Arthur cocked his head. What was that? A red door? Picking up speed, he hurried towards where the devil was. If he was going to follow him, he might as well go inside to wherever that lead him to. Arthur darted towards the slowly-closing door and slipped inside with his eyes shot; he didn't dare to see what was inside yet.
Alfred sighed, though whether it was a happy sigh or not wasn't clear. "They really needta make the tunnels less cramped- then 'gain, that's what I get for tryin' to take a shortcut." He pressed his wings close to his back, making his way along the path. Everything was red hued, which was to be expected, and a little humid- still, he didn't take his jacket off, running a finger along one horn lovingly. His footsteps were loud and clear, echoing along- presumably, everyone else's would be magnified, as well.
As soon as Arthur stepped foot inside, he opened his eyes slowly, slightly shocked at what he saw. Red, he thought, all red. Could this be...? No no, it mustn't. Arthur decided to take a few silent steps forward, completely forgetting about his scouting mission, and wiped his forehead clean of forming sweat. It was too hot in here for his liking, but he pressed on anyways, looking both ways cautiously.
He sighed again, though this time it was clear Alfred was slightly irritated- he could sense someone behind him. Turning on his heel, still smiling cheerily, he looked at Arthur with his hands on his hips. "Well. Don't I just have a little follower, now don't I?" he said, smiling wide enough to show off his fangs as he took a step forwards. Despite his apparently pleased face, his eyes were cold, narrowed in distaste.
Arthur let out a startled peep as he head the devil's voice. "I-I-I'm sorry!" he apologetically stuttered, absent-minded. "I d-didn't want to follow you, I didn't! Oh God, I'm sorry!" He raised his arms up to cover his deeply flushed face, whimpering more apologies under his breath. He felt like such a wimp. No wonder he was at the bottom of his class. Arthur peeked through his arms shakily. "I-I'm sorry, I really am..."
This angel... was waaay too apologetic. Oh, well. Maybe he could mess with him a little. Alfred smirked, taking another step forwards, then another, until they were only mere centimeters away from each other. "Now, now, who said I was mad?" Almost curiously, he gripped the other's chin, moving his arms away and tilting his head up. Alfred couldn't resist letting his smirk grow wider, tilting his head to the side. "If you didn't want to follow me, why didn't you, hm? You could have called it a night and returned home with what information you got, couldn't you've?"
Arthur dropped his arms, immediately blushing darker as his chin was cupped. "I... I couldn't go back e-empty-handed." Yep. That was another horrible lie. "M-my boss would get furious with me again... so I had no other choice to... um, f-follow you..." He squirmed a little bit, whining each time he briefly made eye contact with the other.
Alfred bent down a little until their noses touched, staring at him intently. "You could have said it was either you leave then, or get mauled, you know," he said softly, noting with amusement how flustered the angel was getting. This was fun. And the angel wasn't even pulling away, making it all the more amusing.
Arthur's heart was beating fast, chest heaving with every nervous breath he took. "U-um... I..." He paused, swallowing before he continued. "I... h-have to tell you something..." Oh God, he really wasn't going to tell him his feelings, was he? "I-I never... caught your name. Can you tell me...?" Arthur hoped that wasn't too much. But what he was planning on saying next was simply going to be tough for him.
Alfred snorted softly, thumb stroking the angel's cheek. "My name?" He chuckled slightly, free hand going up to rest on the other's chest. "Alfred F. Jones, at your service. I think it's Danish- Pops chose it, y'know, so don't'cha dare diss it." The other option, had he been a girl, had been Amelia. Or was it Erica? Who knew. He pressed closer, violating those last few centimeters so that only their clothes separated them.
Alfred F Jones ... what a nice name, Arthur thought inwardly. He shuddered out a shaky breath as the devil pressed his body into his. "Ah... what- what are doing...?" he said, suddenly remembering he should tell his name, since 'Alfred' already had. "Um... my name is A-Arthur Kirkland..." Arthur wasn't too fond of his name. Originally, his name was supposed to be Alice; they were expecting a girl, but lo and behold, he turned out to be male. He shut his eyes to hide his embarrassment. But it didn't work that well. "Stop looking at me..."
Alfred made a sound at the back of his throat like his feelings had been hurt by the last statement, letting go and shoving the angel- Arthur- away. "Fine. Whatever, bro. Forgive me for not rippin' out yer throat," he said stiffly, turning around and walking away, tail writhing in agitation. Inwardly, he continued to grin, wondering what Arthur's next move would be; they were, after all, rather close to his home, full of demons, including other devils, that would just be anxious to destroy something.
Arthur grunted as he was shoved away. "H-hey! What was that for?" he yelled, growling angrily. He suddenly perked up, watching the devil walk away. "Wait! A-Alfred-!" Whimpering, Arthur ran towards the other and- without thinking - crashed himself into him, wrapping his arms around his body. Realizing what he did, he widened his eyes. "Ah! Um, I-I'm sorry! I'll let go..." But a few seconds passed and he never did. He just stood there; clinging to Alfred somewhat tightly.
Alfred didn't respond to the yell, didn't respond to his name being called, didn't even respond to the whimper. He flinched, however, freezing when he was abruptly hugged from behind, staring at the hands curled around his chest in disbelief. He hadn't been hugged in... ages, really. He was stunned into silence for a bit, not moving, before he finally pulled away. "Dude. What was that for, huh?" he asked gruffly, tilting his head to the side to look at Arthur, face expressionless.
"Wha...? AH, NO!" Arthur exclaimed, backing up. "T-that was completely unintentional! I just... I just..." He trailed off, hanging his head and blushing deeply again. But then he lifted it up, looking the devil straight in the eye shyly. "I... I just really LIKE YOU!" Arthur raised his voice as he shouted, a deep blush covering his entire face. Noticing what just happened, he covered his mouth. "I-I..."
Alfred's eyes twitched. "You... really like... me?" he asked, the eye twitch being audible even in his voice, somehow- it was strained, clearly disbelieving. He turned around fully, one hand on his hip, the other hanging limply at his side as he relaxed, looking over him in appraisal. "Well. You aren't the worst-looking creature I've ever met in this world, I'll hafta admit, bro," he said slowly, stepping towards him once more and pinning him against the warm stone, one hand on Arthur's shoulder as he frowned contemplatively. "What do ya think I should do, huh, broski?"
Arthur kept eye contact with Alfred, a significant amount of blush still heavily lingering around his cheeks. "I-I do..." he answered modestly as he was pushed back onto the hot wall, twitching a bit. A soft whine was emitted to Alfred's last statement. "What... are you going to do...?" he questioned, feeling quite oblivious to what was happening at the moment.
"That first question was rhetorical, dude," Alfred murmured, mulling over his options. Not that his decision hadn't been made a while back, but it bought time, didn't it? "Well, Arthur, I think that what I'm going to do... is make it so that we're havin' a bit of fun. Don't that sound nice?" he purred, sliding his knee between the other's legs, pressing closer and licking his lips.
"Mmn!" was the sound Arthur made in surprise to Alfred's knee going up his groin. Damn it for discarding his undergarments when he changed a few hours ago. Truthfully, he never really liked them at all. Chafed in all the wrong places. He whimpered wantonly, reacting slightly to Alfred's knee to his crotch and eventually started to get hard; a tent starting to form under his tunic.
Alfred couldn't resist a derisive snort, wings spreading out to create a sort of protective canopy around them. "What's that? Aren't angels supposed to be chaste?" he whispered, rubbing his knee against the bulge, hands tugging at Arthur's clothes. "You should take these off. If you're lucky, it's going to get even warmer than it already is." Assuming another creature didn't come along to spoil all of his fun, of course.
Arthur looked away to the floor. It was true; angels werechaste, but recently, Arthur's been... craving to do things outside the box. So, apparently, he was committing a sin. He would have to apologize to God later, in hopes he would forgive him. But in the meantime... He gasped as the other's knee proceeded to grind into his groin, and did what he was told; he grabbed the bottom of his tunic and lifted up, under his wings and over his head until it was fully discarded. "Nn..."
Alfred chuckled darkly, sliding the both of them down until they were kneeling. Wasn't it his lucky day? He honestly doubted any other devil had the opportunity to take a willingangel- he'd enjoy crowing about his accomplishments. He leaned forwards, placing his hands on Arthur's hips and kissing him hard, nipping at the bottom lip a bit harshly. No one said he had to be gentle, right?
Arthur let out a surprised yelp as Alfred's lips were suddenly pushed against his, opening his mouth and hesitantly kissing back. What a nice feeling, he thought inwardly. Having someone else's lips against your's actually feels kind of good. "M-mmnh..." Arthur moaned weakly, putting his arms around Alfred's back and pushed his face in deeper.
Alfred pulled away, rolling his eyes and biting at Arthur's neck. Wasn't this fun? He ran his hands along the elder's chest, nails gently scraping along as he rolled their hips together. He shuddered softly, sliding out of his bomber jacket and allowing it to gently fall to the ground, laughing to himself.
Ah-hah!" Arthur gasped out once he and Alfred parted, panting slightly. "Uhhm... A-Alfred..." He gripped at the devil's shirt as his jacket was slid off. His body subconsciously rocked against Alfred's leg, wanting to get closer so badly. "A-Alfred..." he whined needily, moaning as the other kissed his neck.
Snickering, the devil slid off his shirt as well, revealing tattoos along his chest and upper arms- vaguely tribal tattoos, actually, the focal point being a large ram's head. "What'cha saying my name for, huh?" Alfred crooned, fingers sliding down to what lay between Arthur's legs, ghosting along the shaft without actually touching it.
"U-uwaa ...!" Arthur cried out as his length was faintly touched over, bucking his hips to Alfred's hand for more. God, this was such an amazing feeling to him; nothing like he's ever felt before. He buried his face into Alfred's shoulder and shuddered out a breath. "P-please... touch me..."
"Since you asked so nicely, I'll be happy to oblige," Alfred whispered into his ear, nibbling it gently as his hands grasped Arthur's member, rubbing it almost agonizingly slowly. The angel was proving to be more fun than he'd anticipated- sure, he'd fucked others before, but never something that wasn't supposed to succumb to desire.
A long whine escaped out of the corner of Arthur's mouth, immediately jerking his hips into the devil's hand and shivered, sending a pleasured chill down his spine. "A-auughnn...! Alfred-!" he whined. "G-go... faster... nnngh..."
Somehow, Alfred's hands went even slower, one moving over to hold Arthur's hips down. "Now, now, you didn't ask nicely, now did ya?" he asked softly, blinking slowly as his tail wrapped around the angel's ankles, binding him as tightly as he could.
Arthur gasped even louder, vigorously attempting to rut his hips harder into the other's hand for more stimulation. "Uhn... p-please..." he moaned helplessly, twitching at the sudden feel of something wrapping around his ankle. "Ngh... A-Alfred, please..." He wanted more; so much more.
Debating silently for a moment, Alfred nodded, removing the hand holding Arthur's hip down so he could rummage through his pockets, his other hand squeezing down and stroking vigorously. "What else do you want me to do, bro?" he asked, brushing their noses together again.
"A-aah...!" Arthur pressed his face harder into Alfred's shoulder and cried out, letting his body subconsciously rock back and forth against the devil's hand. A bit of precum started to leak out as he continued to writhe needily to Alred's touch. "N-nngh..."
"Alright, don't answer me." Alfred rolled his eyes, tilting Arthur's head up to look him straight in the eyes. "This feels good, right? So I'm gonna guess you don't want it to end, riiiggghht?" In his hand, he held a small bottle, which he set down next to him, pleased with the response he was eliciting from the other.
Arthur let out a breathy moan, eyeing the bottle Alfred had put down next to them. "N-nnh... w-what is that...?" he asked with a shudder, still continuing to grind his hips forward. A bottle... what did that mean? Whimpering, Arthur covered his face back in Alfred's shoulder, hoping whatever that bottle was for wasn't bad.
This was getting annoying, not being answered. Alfred stopped his hand's movements immediately before deciding to go along with his plans anyways, releasing Arthur's length completely and tracing the perimeter of the base. Where his finger trailed, a black... thing appeared until it was completely wrapped around it. "Pretty little ring to stave off your release," he purred, sliding down until he was nestled between Arthur's legs, tongue flicking out to lap at the tip of his member.
Arthur whined as the devil's hand moved away, only to yelp out in surprise to what he did next. "H-hahh! No, w-wait...!" He tensed, crying out a soft moan as Alfred licked at his tip, bucking slightly. "Nnn...! Ahh..." His hands reached out to grasp a handful of the devil's jet black hair, panting lightly. He desperately wanted a release, but the ring...
Alfred winced at the tug to his hair but shrugged, engulfing more into his mouth and sucking lazily. His tongue pressed against the warm flesh as he began humming, as well, grabbing the bottle and opening the cap. He'd have to do something about his nails... Shrugging, he dragged them along the stone, quickly wearing them down to a more manageable length, bobbing his head.
Arthur bit down on his bottom lip as Alfred took his entire length in his mouth, gripping harder at his hair. "Mmn! Nnn!" As he moaned, he noticed Alfred had opened the bottle, making him shudder. He was never told what that was... Some sort of lubricant?
Slapping at the hands yanking on his hair, Alfred growled, glaring up at Arthur while pouring the contents of the bottle onto three of his fingers. Carefully, he slicked them up, pressing one against the angel's entrance. He pushed it in with no warning, still irritated about his hair being pulled like that. "Knock it off," he mumbled, returning to Arthur's length and swallowing, rolling his eyes.
"Y-YAH!" Arthur screamed at the sudden intrusion, kicking his legs and gripped the devil's hair again, even when he was told to let go. "A-aah! Alfred-!" he whined, pushing himself back on Alfred's fingers. "I-it hurts... nngh..." But at the same time, it felt strangely... good in a way.
The tail around Arthur's legs tightened as Alfred sighed, pulling himself up until they were face to face. "Calm down, will you? Ya gotta relax- I don't care either way, but if youwant to get some pleasure from this, then I suggest ya relax, got it?" He dislodged Arthur's hands from his hair, shaking his head and slowly adding a second finger, scissoring them and searching for that spot that was sure to pacify his prey.
Nodding weakly, Arthur followed his orders, taking in a slow and shuddered breath as Alfred's second finger made its way inside of him. It didn't take long for him to abruptly let out a sharp squeal, signaling his prostate was struck. Arthur opened his mouth to moan deeply, having nowhere to put his hands but to his side. He didn't know why Alfred didn't let him rest his hands back where they were. "Ah... ah! Oh, God... A-Alfred..."
Alfred smirked, adding the third finger and rubbing against Arthur's prostate. He lowered himself once more, looking up at the angel smugly. "You can grab my hair again- just no tugging, or I'll bite," he murmured, returning to sucking gently on the tip of the other's length, tonguing the slit.
Arthur quickly moved his hands back to Alfred's head and grasped his hair again, softer than he had been. "Nnng... I'm sorry..." he said, panting harder as a third finger was pushed inside of him, stretching him even more. "Haah... ah..." He kept a continuous moan in rhythm to the devil's sucking, letting out a strained 'ah!' with each bob of his head.
Growing impatient, Alfred removed his fingers, pulling off his own pants- he'd forgotten that he still had them on entirely. He shimmied out of both them and his boxers, dumping the rest of the lubricant out onto his hands and slicking himself up. Damn. He was only half-hard, though the friction was changing that. Once it passed inspection, he released himself, grabbing Arthur's hips and lining his entrance up. "Now, I have two things to say 'fore we get to business," he breathed, that infernal smirk still etched on his face. "One. I release an aphrodisiac. Two." He paused. "There isn't really a second thing." With that, he thrust in, deciding to be considerate and wait for Arthur to adjust. Blood wasn't his kink.
Arthur squeaked as his hips were grabbed, suddenly turning into a shudder when he felt the tip of Alfred's member to his entrance. Wait, an aphrodisiac? What does he mean by tha- "AUGH!" Arthur exclaimed painfully as he was suddenly penetrated, opening his mouth to scream. But it only came out to be a breathy moan. Tears immediately sprung to his eyes, gritting his teeth together and tightening his muscles. "A-ah! Ahn-!"
Alfred hissed, resisting the urge to slap him. "Calm down," he ordered shakily, closing his eyes, content for the moment to relish the tightness. "If you're good, I'll release the ring, okay? And if ya relax, as I keep tellin' ya, this will feel better." Why was he trying to soothe him? Alfred couldn't figure it out for the life of him. Still, he reached up, brushing hair out of Arthur's face, fingers grazing the (rather large) eyebrows. That angel, he decided, was lucky. Wasn't often when someone got a considerate demon.
Nodding slowly, Arthur tried to relax himself, breathing heavily through his nose. He managed to calm down his breathing after a while, until Alfred just so happened to brush against one of his eyebrows, causing him to tense up again. "Ah! D-don't... touch those..." he whimpered. Upon hearing the word 'ring', Arthur shuddered, remembering how badly he needed to come. "P-please, Alfred..." he said once again, reaching one shaky hand up to wipe his eyes.
Alfred rolled rolled his eyes, gripping Arthur's hips as best as he could with one hand and sliding out slowly. "Why can't I touch 'em, hmmm?" he crooned, starting up a gentle rhythm- not at all what he preferred, but, as he'd had to tell several other devils already, blood. Wasn't. His. Kink. No idea why. Just turned him off completely. He panted softly, peering about through the canopy of his wings to make sure there weren't any peeping Toms about before deliberately running his thumb along Arthur's eyebrows, intent on figuring out why the angel got so nervous about it.
"A-auugh! Stop it!" Arthur whined, face contorted in both pain and irritation. He reached up his arms and grabbed the other's wrists, trying to push them away. "Alfred, stop... hnng..." He was still anticipating on getting the ring off; it was starting to bother him greatly. "Uuh... a-are you... nng, going t-to take it off...?"
Alfred sighed, removing his hands from the other's face. This wasn't working, he could sense it. "I'll remove it in a sec, 'kay? Once ya start feelin' good again." He continued rocking into him, trying to aim for Arthur's prostate once more- with hips, it was a bit harder, making him grimace slightly. It felt... well, wonderful, really, but he preferred it when the being under him was writhing in delight, not pain.
"Nnngh ..." Arthur moaned, tears welling up in his eyes. He tried to move his hips to Alfred's rhythm as well, ignoring the distinct squelch he heard each time he went down, making him shudder even more. Then suddenly, Arthur bucked, letting out a high-pitched squeal. "AH! Aah~! D-do that again...!" he mewled, clawing at Alfred's back and bucking vigorously. God's sure going to get a hell of an apology when this is over.
There we go. It was a good thing, too- Alfred was getting irritated by the slow pace. He sped up, making sure to his that same place each time, smirking down at him. "Never seen an angel take such enjoyment from this before," he chuckled- he seemed slightly patronizing, even. "Well, now, I suppose that's alright. We all need release, right? A break from what we truly are." Not that hewas taking a break, though he wasn't sure why he hadn't just killed Arthur outright, just to see the pain and possibly betrayal on his face. Maybe he still would.
Arthur kept digging his nails into Alfred's back, moaning an unintelligible chain of gibberish as he was pounded into. "A-ah! Alfre- AHN~!" His aching erection was still waiting to have release; he needed that damned ring off. "Nnnh... nng, A-Alfred, please...! I-I have... I have to...!"
Alfred tapped Arthur's nose, groaning low in his throat. "Don't worry, I'll take it off soon enough," he chuckled- indeed, he was nearing the edge himself, so, deciding to be merciful, his hand slid down, tapping the ring once, causing it to disappear. "There. You're welcome, broski."
Arthur let out a shuddered breath, immediately tightening his muscles as he finally came. "N-nngyaah! Aah!" He wrapped his arms around Alfred's body, moaning pleasurably; his essence splattering partly on his stomach. When his orgasm died down, Arthur went completely slack, smooshing his face to Alfred's chest. "Unn..."
Alfred promptly sped up, unable to hold back a moan of his own as he, too, came, burying himself as deep as he could within the smaller being. He just sat there, panting, before extricating himself from Arthur. "I suppose you're lucky the aphrodisiac isn't that strong- my blood's too diluted for that," he said casually, getting dressed like nothing had happened, like he was just walking and his clothes magically flew off.
Arthur squealed as he was filled up with the other's semen, whining wantonly once Alfred pulled out. He shakily reached his arm out to grasp his tunic, but didn't put it on right away; he was still trying to process the scene that just happened. Whimpering, Arthur just blushed deeply and looked at Alfred, as if he was too embarrassed to say something. "Um..."
Alfred grimaced at the mess they made, giving his wings a shake and drawing them close to his body. "What'cha lookin' at me for, hm?" he asked, folding his jacket up over his arm. "Oh, and yer gonna be sore afterwards. Truuust me. Good thing you can fly." With that, he began walking off, ignoring as best as he could the twinge that told him he should probably make sure Arthur got out safely.
Swallowing nervously, Arthur proceeded to put on his clothes, poking his wings through the holes in the back of his toga and patted it down until it was straightened out. He stood up, leaning on the wall for support. Then, with one last glance at Alfred, he turned around, making his way out the large red doors. He snapped his wings out and burst upwards into the air, trying his best to ignore the contents that leaked out of him as he made his way back to Heaven; a permanent set of blush set upon his cheeks.