Proper Introduction~

Oliver grinned and pulled Arthur closer, "so sweet to watch your brother in pain. It brings tears to my eyes just watching it." He wiped some of the blood off of his mouth and tastes it with a smirk. "You taste sweeter than sugar," tempting taste. He pulled his knife to cut a small slice onto his shoulder. Oliver licked at the blood, irritating the wound. He looked up when Allen mentioned a remote, a remote? Interesting, he held it up and pressed one of the buttons out of curiosity.

Arthur felt a slight zap and whimpered. Al had already put the collar onto him earlier.

He chuckled at Allen. "Shock collar? Well played~" Oliver would kiss Allen, if he wasn't holding Arthur at that moment

"Let me go, you git!" He yelled and was about to throw a punch when a knife nearly hit him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Arthur! See ya both later~!" There were no more sounds, of anyone else around.

Arthur examined the knife and realised that it was Mathew's, from Alfred and him.

Oliver held the knife. "Don't worry about Matthew. Allen won't kill him; at least not yet."

"…H-how…? That's... Ma...Mathew's..." Arthur stuttered a little. He was wondering whether Mathew had just tried to use it or if Allen just found it by coincidence "g...Give it here!" He then began trying to reach for it. He didn't want Oliver to break it... Or worse, he didn't want to be cut with his brother's knife.

He pulled his arm back, "so angry; such a shame. You're such a beauty." He grinned and rubbed his wound.

Arthur coughed up another lot of blood when Oliver did that.

Oliver tastes some more of his blood. "Maybe we should continue our game at my house~"

Arthur glared to him "I don't want to go anywhere near your home..." He growled but this time didn't struggle. He felt too weak to struggle.

"I'll let you rest~"

"I… D...Don't care!" He felt another round of blood coming but held it in and swallowed.

Oliver kissed his neck softly. "I won't do anything while you sleep~"

Arthur found the offer tempting but continued on refusing "I said that I don't care." He said

"I'll cut you if you refuse."

"I only want to be with Mathew...! Is it seriously that hard to see?!" He lashed out and finally managed to get his head free. He started yanking on the zap collar, when he couldn't find the latch to undo it.

Oliver pinned him to the ground with a grin. "Nice to see you put up a fight. I'd hate to see my counterpart so weak."

Arthur glared up at Oliver "let. Me. Go." He warned and started struggling once again.

He smiled at him. "No thanks."

"Argh... Fine! I'll go to your stupid house! Now get off of me; my back's really beginning to hurt!" He admitted continued on struggling.

Oliver smiled and carried Arthur bridal style to his house.

Once they were finally Arthur examined the house. "Need I ask why there are bloodstains on the wall and who's they are?"

"Doesn't matter," he grinned. "Soon you'll be on the wall."

Arthur jumped in horror and looked to Oliver with worry in his eyes. "Put me down!"

He smirked. "But you look like a beautiful bride~"

Arthur subconsciously blushed, "I don't care, wanker... Just let me go already..." He groaned.

Oliver chuckled at that and laid him on the couch.

Arthur hated this. He could barely move thanks to his counterpart. "Why'd you have to hit me, in the spine of all places?" He asked. Why didn't Oliver go for less crucial parts?

"Where would the fun be if I didn't?"

"This isn't fun! It's harder to move now! Not without it hurting, anyway..." He groaned the last part.

He grinned and tilted his counterpart's head, toward him. "You're even more beautiful in pain~"

Arthur growled a little and turned his head away, while trying not to hurt himself any further, "think what you want."

Oliver smirked and licked some blood off of the other's cheek.

"What exactly do you hope to accomplish by doing that?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Nothing really, just to taste that delicious blood of yours." Oliver put a knife to his lips. "Maybe I should cut you more to get it~"

Arthur could barely move, let alone fight back and simply relaxed himself for the coming pain. The futile fight to stay with Mathew, after receiving the injury, was because he didn't want his family getting hurt. He couldn't care less what happened to him; when he was alone. He wasn't scared of blood like Mattie.

He knew that Arthur was scared of dying. He hated pain, but would never admit to it. It was his pride that stood in the way. Oliver smiled, "such a fighter."

"Well... I can't just give up, especially not while Mattie is still in this place. He's my younger brother and has worse fears than me... I don't want to see him get hurt, cry or anything bad." He said, he figured that he may as well be honest, after all... He was going to be trapped in this place for a good long while.

"Same feeling I have toward my brothers."

"Oh?" Arthur looked back to Oliver and ignored the knife.

"Don't like to see them get hurt. I told Allen not to beat up his brother." He smiled. "Violent kids, will always be violent."

Arthur frowned, "then... If you know the feeling... Why do you hurt others and aim to hurt their siblings while you're at it?"

Oliver smiled at him. "It's fun. That's why we were born. Kill over and over, until we're allowed to die. It's in our nature. We're the opposite of everything you are."

"So you want to die?"

He raised a brow, "what gave you that idea? Well... it's not like I don't want to..." Oliver couldn't die, even if he wanted to. As long as his country and Arthur were alive, he'll live.

"You said, until you were allowed to die... That's all that made me think that." Arthur looked around the room a little.

He shrugged. "Maybe I do then..."

"Is that why you want me dead? Can you die when your original's still living?" He wondered what his reasons were, for trying to keep him there, like not too long ago.

"I can't die."

"Well that must suck, if you want to die so badly..." Arthur groaned and looked back to the knife "please, just hurry up and decide what you're going to do with that."

Oliver smiled. "I'm going to torture you~"

"Then just hurry up and do whatever it is you're going to do."

"Why?"

Arthur looked to Oliver in annoyance "because, I just want to get through with it already... I don't exactly approve of waiting for my own torture and would rather have it happen." Arthur explained, bluntly.

He smirked and cut his cheek lightly. "I'll let you wait~"

Arthur winced a little and decisively sat up. "Just hurry up and do whatever it is you're going to do..." He repeated.

He cut his lip lightly and kissed him, licking the wound. Oliver pulled back after a minute. "Don't want to~ we'll have so much time to spend with each other~"

Arthur lightly blushed, when he was kissed, but it stung a little; thanks to the cut and Oliver licking at it. "Well, I'm tired and just want to get this over and done with, so I can sleep… Without having to worry that you're going to cut me..."

"I said I wouldn't hurt you; in your sleep." He grinned at the blush and pecked his lips again.

The second Oliver pulled back from the kiss, Artie turned his head away. "I mean, the second I wake up."

"Can't promise there~"

"Hence why I want you to get whatever's wrong with you over and done with, before I go to sleep~" Arthur couldn't help but give a sarcastic chuckle.

"No thanks~" He grinned.

"…And why ever not…?"

"You're staying here forever. I'll never let you go."

"I honestly hope that Mattie will get along better with the psycho, that seems to like too chase people with hockey sticks; assuming that man's Mathew's counterpart? Because you're a nut job, that's for sure." Artie said ignorantly.

He smirked. "James is worse~"

"Oh? How so…?" He began to worry, for Mathew's safety a little.

"James plays extreme hocky and beats his opponent, to a bloody pulp~ literally."

"In that case... Thanks for telling Allen to hide Mathew from him."

"Allen isn't any better."

Arthur's eyes widened and he was about to stand up, when he felt an aching rush come through his back and froze, "not Mattie."

"He'll be fine. Maybe" He shrugged.

Arthur jumped up, but fell to the floor. He coughed up a little bit of blood and froze. He had to get to Mathew but was too weak to do so.

Oliver helped him back on the couch.

"Dammit..."

"Stay here."

"What?" Arthur looked to the strawberry blond in confusion.

"You'll hurt yourself, if you move"

"I kind of just figured that one out, Sherlock." He said in annoyance.

Oliver smirked. "Don't make me brake that pretty face~"

"…Why would you ever do that~" he teased sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

He wrapped his hands around his neck and squeezed, "to torture~"

Arthur quickly started pulling at Oliver's wrists, "...St...Op..." He barely managed to say.

Oliver dug his nails into his neck, before releasing him altogether.

Arthur whimpered, when the nails were dug into his neck and gasped out for air, when he was released. He started panting, heavily.

He lied next to him on the couch. "You're never leaving."

Arthur continued on panting. He didn't know how to get out and knew that if he did find a way, that he'd have to find a way for Mathew to come as well, "...let Mathew go... At the very least..."

"He's not in my control. He's in Allen's. If you want that, you'll have to ask him." He smirked, "only if he comes over, that is. You have no freedom to roam out of my house."

Arthur's eyes widened. "Care to give me a reason, as to why?"

Oliver smirked at him. There was a psychotic look in his eyes. He leaned down to his ear and whispered. "You belong to me now. I refuse to let you out of my sight. You can't do anything; out of free will. You don't even have free will, here. You are mine and mine alone. My play toy~"

AN: Yaoi should be coming into this soon~ hope you have enjoyed this series and there shall be more. Sorry if you thought that this chapter was too long but it's hard to find splitting points…

Editor/s: England

Writer/s: England & 2P!England.