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Arthur could honestly say that tonight had so far been one of the best nights in his entire existence.
And it was suddenly about to become a whole lot better.
Alfred had him pinned to the ground, and their lips moved fast around each other's, as if in some kind of mad frenzy. The vampire had his eyes closed, allowing all of his other senses to take dominance, because to him, this was such a beautiful, perfect moment. The kiss deepened in passion as Alfred released Arthur's hands and began to caress his chest with his own hands. Arthur didn't complain, not once. He wrapped his own arms tightly around the devil, not daring to break the kiss just yet. It was Alfred that kept trying to take breaks to breathe, but the love sick vampire almost refused to let him.
The kiss was not clean though… quite the opposite. Throughout its duration, Arthur had been extremely careless with his fangs, and had ended up nipping both Alfred's lips and tongue, leaving blood dripping between them both, which Arthur just licked back up again. Alfred let out a small grunt or groan each time, but it just succeeded in turning the vampire on even more.
Never before had the vampire felt like he did right then and there, his body pressed to the cold cement ground by the devil above him. Alfred was perfect at this, like he had done it so many times before… although, it appeared to Arthur that that were both enjoying it the same amount.
Pulling back seemingly reluctantly, Alfred panted softly, his hands now on Arthur's shoulder blades, keeping him still below him. Arthur opened his eyes as soon as the kiss was broken, and witnessed the sight before him. Blood trickled down the devil's chin, staining the shirt beneath. His normally bright, baby blue eyes were slightly tinted with red around the inner edge of the pupil leading onto the iris. His black hair was unruly, hanging in front of his face as if it had nowhere else to go. To Arthur, this man was so unbelievably sexy that it hurt.
Alfred hands then quickly made their move. He made his way down Arthur's shirt, then, almost cautiously, he slid his hands up underneath the fabric, coming into contact for the first time with the vampire's cold, unbeating chest. The touch alone made Arthur shiver with delight, as he knew what would have to be coming up next and what this would eventually lead to. Arthur followed suit, as he couldn't withstand the temptation any longer; he brought his own hands up underneath Alfred's shirt, running his fingers along his strong, toned abs. He could feel Alfred shiver, presumably at the vampire's cold touch. It was all brilliant though… and Arthur couldn't have asked for anything more perfect.
Eventually, Alfred lifted the shirt above Arthur's head, leaving his chest bare. The devil then finally withdrew his wings, and then shrugged off his bomber jacket, leaving Arthur to lift the shirt over his head without any hesitation what so ever. Alfred then leaned forward to resume the kissing, and it was as deep and as passionate as it had been before. They didn't need words… words were useless in situations like this, especially considering that these two creatures weren't human in the first place. They had different ways of expressing their love for each other, most especially in their actions. For vampires, blood was used as such a high turn on in situations like this, and Arthur only wanted more and more of Alfred… and by the way Alfred was currently acting, he knew that he was going to get it one way or another.
The devil's hands then worked their way down to the start of Arthur's pants, and naughtily worked to undo the zip. It was then that Arthur noticed the tightness in his pants, something that needed to be released… He'd never really experienced this as a vampire, and had at first believed it to be impossible to have such a feeling, considering that he saw himself as dead. Without breaking the kiss, Alfred opened the zip fully, sneaking his hand down into the vampire's pants and massaging the hardened member within his underwear. Arthur could do nothing but let out a moan of pure pleasure as Alfred's warm hands ran over that one, extremely sensitive part of his body. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before in his entire existence… and a memory that he would never, ever forget. He broke the kiss and tilted his head back as Alfred's hand slowly moved within the layer of underwear to tease Arthur just that bit more. With his other hand, Alfred pulled down Arthur's pants completely, throwing them over into the pile of clothes that they had already created with their shirts. Arthur's moans only increased from there as he allowed Alfred to pleasure him further. He would not complain… after however long it had been since they had last seen each other, there was nothing more that he wanted another than to do this with Alfred. Sure, they had only really known each other for such a small amount of time… but there was an inhuman bond between the two of them that had been formed, one that could not so easily be explained to anyone.
The devil's skilled fingers then moved their way to Arthur's tip, and he teasingly fingered the slit with his thumb, causing Arthur's body to tense up. He arched his back, his eyes closed as he focused on controlling himself, not allowing him to give in so easily… but it was oh so hard, considering this was his first time in a position like this. He could feel the precum slowly dripping out of his member, and Alfred grinned at the very sight of it.
Arthur was no virgin; don't get me wrong. Many times when he was hungry he had seduced women and allowed himself to get invited to their house where he would pleasure them, giving them what they wanted right before he sunk his fangs into their necks and drained them of all their blood, leaving them drained on the bedroom floor. This however felt a thousand times better than anything he had ever experienced. No words could describe his current feelings towards Alfred, and he lusted for him more than anything else.
Reaching into his own pants, Arthur watched the devil jerk himself off, letting out his own series of moans. He could see the bulge in Alfred's pants, which of course needed to be dealt with as much as Arthur's. He could see where this was going though, and a grin crept onto his face as he fantasised what he was about to experience. Alfred slipped his own pants down, adding them to the pile. They were both completely bare by this point, and Alfred's legs were now straddled over Arthur's smaller body. Arthur looked up at Alfred with a kind of look that suggested 'Hurry up and fuck me already'. Alfred returned this look with a smirk, as if he knew exactly what was going through the vampire's mind.
Alfred's fingers then moved down to Arthur's entrance, and he inserted one finger in playfully, followed then by a second. Arthur instinctively tightened up, but as Alfred began to scissor up him, the vampire let out a gasp. Alfred kept going, adding a third finger to stretch him out even further. He could tell that it was working, and that of course Arthur was enjoying this. Yes, it hurt, of course it did… and it was extremely uncomfortable too, but the pleasure of Alfred being the one to do this was almost more than he could bear. It was then that Alfred his that spot, that one special spot, and Arthur tilted his head back even more, allowing a deep moan to erupt from his throat. The devil knew full well that this was it… the mark that he had to reach. He withdrew his fingers, a smirk still apparent on his face.
With this, he leaned forward for a few moments to kiss the vampire again, who responded passionately, taking this chance to yet again bite down on Alfred lips and suck, drawing more and more blood. He moaned at the very taste, wanting more and more…. But he knew that he had to stop somewhere. Alfred pulled back, with more blood dripping down his face from his lip. "You naughty vampire," he whispered in a voice that Arthur could only describe as the sexiest thing he had ever heard. He just poked his tongue out and grinned back at the devil.
It was then that Alfred reached back and grasped a hold of his own member and moved it forward so that the tip was now right at Arthur's entrance. The vampire's legs were now spread out, giving Alfred room to work. Arthur wasn't entirely sure what to expect, or how far Alfred would actually go, but he knew that he could withstand anything that came his way.
With this, Alfred thrusted right into Arthur's opening, obviously not holding back one bit. It hurt like hell, and Arthur let out a loud gasp as Alfred finally entered him; the moment he had been waiting for. Lucky for Arthur though, he was a masochist. The pain that he was receiving very quickly turned into extreme pleasure. Alfred grunted louder and louder with every thrust, gaining intensity. Arthur, without must thought, raised his arms around Alfred's hips and pushed him inside of him further, almost aiding Alfred with his task. All Arthur wanted was for Alfred to hit that one spot again… just that one, perfect, sensitive spot. Alfred became faster, and Arthur moans increased once more. He could hear Alfred's heartbeat, and could feel his throbbing member from within, which was an experience that nothing else could possibly match.
The problem with being a vampire though is that they never physically tire. Arthur didn't need to breathe, whilst Alfred was panting more and more with every thrust. The vampire could have gone on for ages and ages until the pain itself was too much for him to handle. Right now though, it was perfect. He could feel his insides screaming at him, and he wanted more of it. It was then that he released his cum all over Alfred, unable to contain it any longer. The usual white, sticky substance was stained with blood, very much unlike that of humans. He was a vampire… of course everything was different. As he did this, he let out a long series of moans, whilst Alfred still thrusted strongly into him.
Due to the fierce intensity of the thrusts, and to the fact that they were having sex on cement, the skin on Arthur's back was not coping too well. All the friction between his back and the cement had caused it to bleed, leaving blood smeared all over the ground. Of course it hurt, but why would Arthur concentrate on a slight pain like this when there were other more important things to think about? Besides, his body would heal within minutes after all of this… he would be fine.
It seemed to take longer than expected, but eventually Alfred hit his prostate, and Arthur opened his eyes wide and let out a long moan filled with nothing but pain and pleasure, "Yes… YES!" he shouted out, gasping in for a breath so he could speak. It also seemed that Alfred found this the perfect time to release himself, and so he did, filling up Arthur with his own cum, letting out a long groan of his own. "Nnng!" Arthur moaned once more, drawing in yet another breath. He reached out, his hand grabbing onto one of Alfred's devil horns so he didn't have to lean back further. This seemed to be a sensitive zone to Alfred, who let out a gasp as Arthur's hands came into contact with it.
After this though, it was obvious that Alfred with tiring quickly. As soon as he had released himself into Arthur, he stopped thrusting and pulled himself out of Arthur quickly. He was panting, trying as hard as he could to regain the oxygen that he had lost. He rolled over to the side, right beside where Arthur was lying. The vampire needed no breath, and lay there simply staring at Alfred, focusing on the left over pain and tightness from within his own body. Arthur rolled over to face Alfred fully, but winced as he tried to move…. Everything seemed to hurt like hell.
"Giving up... so soon… Alfred?" he muttered, closing his eyes as the pain itself seemed to increase the more he thought about it.
The devil let out an obviously exhausted chuckle, "Ha, I did my best… You really are hard to please!"
Arthur laughed at this, leaning forward so slightly that their foreheads were now touching, "I could go on forever~"
Alfred eyes gazed into Arthurs, and he reached for the vampire's hand and held it in his own, "Really? I think I've done enough damage to you internally to last a lifetime!"
"Silly devil, I'm not alive, remember?~ No lifetime for me!" he chuckled softly, although with every move he made, the pain would come back in full force and he would wince.
Alfred noticed this, and smirked, "I see I've done enough to you~"
"Wait until you see what I can do Alfred. You'll be begging for me to stop."
"Oooh, is that a bet?" he chuckled.
"Of course it is; you won't know what's hit you."
Alfred chuckled once more, leaning forward to press his lips weakly against the vampire's. "Fine! I accept your challenge!"
The vampire grinned, "Sounds like a plan," he whispered into the other's lips.
After that, they didn't speak for a while; they just lay there in each other's arms. Arthur listened to Alfred's heartbeat as it slowly returned to normal, and felt his soft, warm breath almost engulf his face. Arthur however did not breath, and the only movement he made was to gently entangle his fingers in Alfred's hair whilst gazing into his eyes. The pain itself was already residing; vampire's healed at a remarkable rate, which he was always grateful for. To him, it seemed to be such a perfect moment that could be matched by no other… but they would have to leave soon. Surely there would only be a few short hours until the sun was to rise, and then Arthur would be in trouble.
After a few more minutes, Arthur realised that Alfred was shaking. Worriedly, he whispered, "Alfred… are you alright?"
"Me?" he replied in a tired voice, "Yeah, I'm just cold…"
Right… they were on the top of Big Ben at night time… of course he was cold. Arthur sat up, looking down at his own body, which was covered in both blood and his own cum from before. Alfred looked similar, If not worse off. He followed suit, sitting up next to Arthur.
"We should probably head back," he said, watching as Alfred stretched his arms out. Arthur himself felt no need to do that… yet another thing about being a vampire. "You're almost the same temperature as me… and I need to get out of here before sunrise. Do you want to, uh… come back to my place?"
Alfred rubbed his eyes and nodded, "Dude, of course I want to go to your place. I don't exactly have a decent place of residence in this area…"
The vampire nodded, then reached over to the pile of clothing and threw Alfred's clothe at him. "Then get dressed so we can head off soon. I don't want you being cold out here on a night like this."
Alfred just smiled at Arthur's caring words and did what he was told to do, putting on his clothes, starting with his pants and then eventually throwing on his shirt. He messed around with his hair, but his bangs still lazily covered his face as if his hair had a mind of its own. Arthur did as Alfred, putting on his own clothes despite how messy his body still. When they got back to Alfred's they would have to clean off in the bath before they did anything else. Seeing as though Arthur's place of residence was so old and dark, he didn't have any new inventions such as the shower or anything similar. He was happy where he lived.
Once they both had their clothes on, Arthur could see that Alfred was still shaking slightly in the cold, despite having put back on his big bomber jacket. For the first time in what seemed like centuries, Arthur found himself wishing that he had the body heat to warm Alfred, but alas, the vampire's dead body was useless. He let out a soft sigh, looking down to the ground for a moment, which was covered in the blood from Arthur's back. It looked like a murder scene up there, which Arthur found to be quite amusing.
Alfred stretched out once more, and then looked at Arthur with a grin. "So are you ready to go now?" With this, he extended his large black wings out once more, "Dude, so it's okay if I crash at your house for the day? I'm so tired after this…"
"The sooner the better," he replied, anxiously looking out to make sure that the sun wasn't yet rising He always seemed to get that feeling when there was only a few hours left of darkness. "Sure, not that there is anywhere to sleep…"
Alfred tilted his head, a bit confused at first, "You don't have… Oooh! I remember… you can't sleep…"
Shrugging, Arthur looked to the ground, "No, I can't sleep, exactly… but there is one thing I can do."
"Yeah? Explain!"
"I'll show you," he said with a smirk appearing on his face.
Alfred just laughed at him, stepping behind Arthur and wrapping his arms around him from the back. "Sure sure, I look forward to it," he grinned, then took flight, exiting out through the opening above the clock face. Once they were clear from the tower, Arthur looked over. It was almost five o'clock in the morning, meaning that he only had an hour… plenty of time.
The pain inside of him had now dulled down. It felt extremely weird though, his arse still filled with Alfred's cum. That would have to come out in the bath, surely. Never before had he allowed someone to take advantage of him like that, but it had turned out to be the best experience of his entire existence. There was something he wanted to do more than anything else though… to return this pleasure to Alfred, giving him a taste of what Arthur had just experience; and he knew just what he was going to do to achieve this.
They flew over the skies of London, and Arthur casually guided Alfred over to his place, which was situated right on the edge of the city. It was incredibly large, and not surrounded by very much at all. No one really dared to go near it, as it was rumoured that it was haunted. The local children would usually play games to see who could go as near to it as possible, with most of them chickening out as soon as they got to the veranda. What added to the creepiness of the area was the graveyard located only a few kilometres away. Arthur rarely went down there anyway; he saw no need to observe the place where he body should have been lying, had he been human. It would have been interesting to look at though… maybe his parents were there. He hadn't even thought about them much, having attempted to rid his mind of human memories. Alfred seemed to have brought him back from his incredibly monstrous state, one of which was almost unstoppable, so in a way he was glad… but now the memories of the past continued to haunt him. For years he had been pushing them back… but they all came back in a rush now.
When they finally landed in front of the house, Alfred let out a wolf whistle. Arthur playfully slapped him on the arm, "Grow up," he said teasingly.
"Only when you do," he replied before quickly leaning forward and pressing his lips against Arthur's cool forehead. He then retracted his wings, and Arthur wrapped his arms around the devil's warm body. It was easier to be a creature of the dark these days, Arthur thought. Of course there were hunters around everywhere, but there were no publicised witch hunts like there had been when Arthur was turned, which he was always thankful for. However, it was always important to remain incognito at all times, as you never knew who was about to attack you. Alfred presumably thought along the same lines as the vampire, keeping his existence as a devil as secretive as he could.
This moment did not last too long though, as Arthur pulled away, sensing that the world was slowly lighting up. Even the smallest change was noticeable to him, as his sensitive eyes made it easy to sense any changes. "Come on, let's go," he said in a whisper, a small smile playing on his face.
Arthur reached down for Alfred's hand, and they entwined their fingers together before walking up to the house.
