Hey guys! Here is chapter two! Sorry its so short...its just so hard to be patient with myself...i just want to write the good parts right now! (The gloriously smutty sex! *coughs violently* I-I mean...what?) So...enjoy!
Standard disclaimer applies!

Recap: "Iggy?"
Green eyes snapped up at the nickname, a blonde, pierced brow rising in question at the nickname. "Yes...Alfie?"
The result of Arthur using a nickname in turn was beatific. The angel's face lit up with a brilliant smile and his blue eyes danced behind the glass of his glasses like rays of sunlight dancing upon the tossing waves of the ocean blue. It damn near made the Brit's heart stop for a moment before it picked up at breakneck speed, a hand flying up to touch the hollow of his throat.
"Thank you..."
End recap

Arthur felt himself blush a brilliant red as he heard those words fall from the angel's lips, the hand that had flew to the hollow of his throat slowly curling into a loose fist and he smiled and tilted his head to one side, bangs falling into his eyes. Alfred watched him with a faint smile of his own and his hands floated up, one hesitatingly moving to trail his fingers lightly upon Arthur's jaw line before cupping the side of his face, making Arthur's breath catch and hope flare in his chest. Green eyes watched him with forbidden hope as Alfred leaned closer and his other hand moved to brush golden bangs out of the Brit's eyes, caressing the skin of his forehead as the hand continued, the back of it gliding past his cheek to mirror the other in cupping Arthur's face.
Ocean blue stared into Forest green and the angel felt his own breathing hitch. How long had he dreamed of being here? Of being next to this beautiful punk, of touching him? Of holding him, of pressing him close and whispering in his ear how much he loved him before leaning forward to capture those lips-which at the moment where parted with silent anticipation, he doubt Arthur was even aware he was broadcasting-and kiss him until those sinfully tempting lips were swollen and bruised. It made his heart race to realize how close he was to making it a reality, and he was quick to realize, with Arthur all relaxed like this from preening his wings...he could get away with stealing the kiss he had spent so many minutes and hours dreaming of...all he had to do was lean forward and take it.
With a sigh, Alfred let his hands fall away, caressing down Arthur's neck before falling harmlessly into his lap, one cupping the other. A soft, little sound escaped Arthur's lips and he opened eyes he hadn't realized he had closed. Quietly, he berated himself for letting himself hope. Of course Alfred wasn't going to kiss him, he was an angel for petes sake! And here he was, thinking dirty thoughts about him, wanting to pin him to the ground and kiss him like he had no right to want to kiss him..to peel that shirt right back off his body and trail his hands down that golden, sun kissed skin. A scowl formed on his face and he saw the worry form on Alfred's face in response.

Alfred worried silently as he saw the scowl form upon Arthur's face. Maybe...maybe he had been wrong...and Arthur didn't want him to kiss him? "D-did I do something wrong?"
Arthur placed a hand against his forehead and gently shook his head, "No, not at all, I'm merely being an idiot, don't mind me."
Alfred studied him for a moment, taking in his faint blush, his downcast gaze - those impossibly long lashes caressing his cheeks- the way he worried his pierced bottom lip between his teeth, making Alfred realized that the little ball on the front of the lip ring had the English flag upon it. Embarrassment, that's the emotion the other was feeling, the angel has seen his emotion upon Arthur's face often enough to recognize it, but never because of him. W-why would he be embarrassed?
"I've embarrassed you." The angel stated bluntly, making Arthur give a little start, forest green eyes snapping up to look upon his face.
"N-no! Why one earth would you think that, you git!" The blonde protested, his blush darkening, especially as he watched Alfred give a knowing little smile at his reaction. The Brit pushed slender, calloused fingers through his hair and knotted them in the silky strands, his elbows framing his face.
With a suddenness, Alfred leaned forward so his nose as barely brushing up against Arthur's, his head held in place by the elbows that had framed Arthur's own face, his hands froze in place in his silky hair as his breath hitched with the angel's sudden closeness. Once more, he felt his lips part with the expectation of a kiss that was never going to come. Quietly, Alfred began to speak. "You'll have to learn to forgive me if I'm too bold, but I know quite a bit more about you then you know of me, so its hard not to treat you like I've always been around..." Like you love me just as much as I love you...Alfred tacked on silently.
Eyes the color of the forest at night, so very dark and inviting, widened and Arthur forced a nod, shivering as his lips nearly made contact with those of the celestial creature in front of him. How easy it would be for either of them to lean forward and claim the other, how very much they both wanted the right to do so, not knowing of the desire of the other.
"Arthur...what do you want?" Alfred inquired, his tenor voice soft and inquiring, blue eyes beseeching as they gazed into those impossibly green eye's of the human he had loved enough to fall for.
You. The word was on the tip of his tongue, but he wouldn't let it leave. So instead, he said this: "Forgiveness...for what I'm about to do."Confusion shone in those dancing blue eyes before Arthur leaned forward and pressed a feather light kiss that only lasted two racing heart beats against the angel's lips before pulling away far enough that Alfred would not be able to pursue the kiss with ease. "For surely that was a sin."
Blue eyes closed behind his glasses and Alfred let out a soft shuddering breath. He hadn't even gotten the chance to kiss him back, the kiss had ended before he had been able to even realize it was happening. Years of waiting..and now he could barely even tell himself that those lips had felt like, what the metal of that lip ring felt like against his mouth.
"I-If that was a sin...it was only so in that it was so short." the quiet, murmured response sounded pained.
Arthur leaned forward, shock clear upon his face. D-Did the angel want him to kiss him? Dear lord, please let him have understood that correctly. It was odd, feeling like this over someone he barely knew, but he did, and it was taking him for a ride. "S-shall I repent?" Arthur offered, taking on a playful tone, if Alfred truly knew him then he would know that Arthur wasn't particularly religious.
A smile lit up the winged blonde's face once more and he nodded vigorously, taking on a boyish eagerness and leaned forward ever so slightly, his own lips parting in offering. The sight of it all stole Arthur's breath away and he couldn't stop his brain from pushing the words out of his mouth. "Doesn't it bother you at all kissing a stranger?" Arthur froze as he realized that it sounded like he was rejecting Alfred, not wanting to kiss him. "N-Not...that I'm complaining-Not! That I kiss strangers all the time!"
Alfred cut him off with a chuckle before the British punk could back pedal any further.

"Arthur, you're forgetting that to my heart you aren't a stranger...I know you almost as well as I know myself..." He reached out his hands once more, guiding the Brit's face to his own. "Please...just give me this..."
Arthur nodded, shivering slightly at those words. He honestly doubted that the American angel realized just how seductive those words sounded, like an invitation to go ahead and steal that heart that already knew him so very well. Leaning forward, he felt his hands hands move without his permission to run through Alfred's hair before knotting in the silky strands, eliciting a small gasp from those perfect lips of his before Arthur claimed them once more with his own.
He was gentle, moving his lips in soft patterns against the American's, one hand leaving his hair to trail down his wings, cascading over the smooth silk of them. This made the angel shiver against him, kissing him back with the gentle timidness of someone having their first kiss. Alfred had never once dreamed that kissing Arthur would be anything like this. It was heavenly, so much to the point that Alfred realized that he had never truly experienced heaven until this very moment. No, he had not fallen from heaven, he had fallen into it. His heart raced painfully in his chest and he couldn't help but wonder if his punk could feel it.
"Mine..." Alfred breathed against those pierced lips, reveling in the feeling of those lip rings against his mouth, and smiled when he felt Arthur's mouth mirror his own as the word escaped.
Finally the Brit pulled away and licked his lips, making Alfred wonder if the other could taste him upon them. "Hm?" Arthur inquired, tilting his head to one side, "Did you say something?
It took everything Alfred had not to simply say yes and move to pin the blonde to the floor with his body, to spread his wings over him in a display of dominance and kiss and bite at that slender neck until it bore his mark. Instead, he held in the sinful idea, human emotions and desires starting to flood his body, and if either of them had bother to look in that moment full of sexual tension, they would have noticed that Alfred's wings were never pure white but spotted just like that of a snowy owl. "I-I nothing...I-Iggy? I'm tired..." blue eyes became downcast and his hair fell into his eyes.
With a softening green gaze, Arthur nodded and stood. "Put on the pants and stuff and then I'll take you to the bed so you can sleep, I'll crash on the couch."
Alfred didn't like this idea at all, and he worried his bottom lip between his teeth slightly before swallowing his pride and lying. "A-Arthur...I'm scared...w-will you slee-er-stay with me?" He peered up at him beseechingly as he wiggled into the pants after having put on the boxers. The jeans were a little big on him and hung loosely on his hips, seductively leaving a gap between the hem of the tee shirt and the waistband of the jeans. In that gap perfect tan skin could be seen, marking with sex lines that drew Arthur's eyes down to where they disappeared into his pants and his thoughts to darker places...taking off those pants, trailing his fingers down the v of the Angel's hips to that cock that Arthur had teased into full attenti-no! The Brit stopped that train of thought abruptly.
Suddenly, Alfred's words hit Arthur like a pound of bricks. Alfred wanted him to sleep with him. To share a bed. To actually sleep with him. As in...sleep. But his body screamed yes and his brain said sex. It took a moment for him to calm himself down before he could reply. "A-Alright...if it will help you feel more at home...I can't imagine how different this must be for you.." He wanted to ask the angel why he had fallen, but figured Alfred would tell him in time.
"Its quite different.." blushing he stood and reached out a hand to Arthur. "Can we go to bed now?" He whispered softly.
With a nod, the punk placed his hand in the others and nodded, trying to ignore how his breath hitched. "Yeah, lets go..."

So what did you think? I gave you guys a little action to try and keep it exciting...but it was hard...I wanted to write so much more...(smut *cough cough* But that will come with time...)
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