"How did you get Mrs. McArthy to let you go to the washroom? She's usually so stingy with the pass!" Arthur questioned with disbelief, raising a thick brown eyebrow at the teen.
"I guess I'm just too cool to say no to." Alfred replied with a cocky smirk, scribbling down the answers he was being given, "Speaking of being too cool to say no to, we should eat lunch together."
"Yeah? Well, I don't know, I already made plans." Arthur muttered, but he had a small smile on his lips to show he was simply being mean. He was finishing up the final problem, tapping numbers into his calculator and humming in thought.
"Oh, come on, dude, look at me!" Alfred huffed, and Arthur's green irises jumped up to look into Alfred's face, "Don't you wanna spend lunch with me?" Alfred questioned, his voice a soft purr and his eyes practically glowing. Arthur's green eyes hazed over with a soft, foggy white glow. His brows rose and he smiled a little, then rested his chin on the palm of his hand.
"I wouldn't spend my lunch with you, even if you were the last man on Earth, git." Arthur purred back, accent slightly thicker. Now Alfred was surprised, but he was definitely pleased. He moved his head a little closer to Arthur's eyes half-lidded. Their breaths mingled, and Alfred whispered, "Are you flirting with me?"
Arthur laughed softly through his nose, and they continued flirting with each other through their eyes, glancing between each iris and both pairs of lips, moving just a fraction closer.
"What are you doing, eh?" Matthew shrieked, and for just a fraction of a second, Alfred's vision blurred and his body snapped backwards. Arthur's eyes regained their usual, vibrant green, and he sat upright, confused and slightly disgusted. However, even in the midst of his utter horror, he was able to spot the slight flicker in Alfred's eyes from a bright, electric blue, to a gentle, shy violet.
Alfred was able to regain his control, however, and he shook his head a little, as if that would keep Matthew from regaining power again. Arthur covered his mouth with his hand, then grabbed his worksheet and got to his feet, walking to the front of the classroom and handing it to the teacher before whispering something to her. She nodded, and Arthur quickly left, the door swinging closed behind him slowly, the sound of the hydrolics filling the buzzing classroom.
Alfred watched Arthur leave, then angrily scribbled on his paper, "What did you do?"
"I... I don't know!" Matthew replied quickly, afraid Alfred might try to hurt him somehow in revenge for momentarily regaining control over his body, "W-what were you doing?"
"I was flirting with Arthur, dumbass!" Alfred wrote back, then erased it a few seconds later so no one else would read it.
"Why would you be flirting with him? I thought you were going to kill him!" Matthew whimpered, lost and confused in the mind of a demon.
"Well duh, I'm going to sleep with him! I have a virgin body, now, and screwing that up is like eating a fountain of chocolate for a demon!" Alfred explained on his paper, erasing it once again.
"I don't want to lose my virginity!" Matthew whined, sounding a little shaken up at the idea. Alfred snorted softly and replied in pencil, "Well, you shouldn't have given me your body, dude."
Matthew made a strange noise, something between a whimper and a sarcastic laugh. Alfred erased his note, then started gazing around the classroom, wondering when Arthur was coming back, if he would be coming back at all. He then began wondering if he had anymore classes with the box-dye blond, and soon he caught himself staring out into the fountain at the front of the school. Alfred blinked a few times, feeling a strange sense of contentment that he knew wasn't his own. He shook his head and turned away, looking down at his paper instead.
Alfred could feel eyes on him, and it didn't take long to figure out it was Ivan who was staring at him. With a quick glance to the right, he saw the bulky Russian boy staring down at him with a strange look in his violet eyes. After a few seconds of eye contact, they both turned away, and Alfred wore another smile.
"No." Matthew quickly demanded in a strict tone. Alfred's smile died, and he wrote on his paper, "'No' what?"
"No you are not going to sleep with Ivan." Matthew elaborated, "Ivan is off-limits. No sleeping with him, no torturing him, and no using your freaky demon magic on him."
"Protective much?" Alfred wrote, chuckling softly as he did so.
"I just don't want Ivan hurt." Matthew mumbled, a shy tone in his voice.
"Wow, you are so stereotypical."
"What?"
"The whole 'some random guy pays attention to me and I'm not going to let the demon possessing me fuck him because I'm such a damn saint' shit." Alfred wrote, a bored and somewhat annoyed look on his face.
"I... don't think that's a very common situation..." Matthew thought aloud, making Alfred smile again.
"Actually, for a demon, it's pretty common. I've heard tons of stories."
"Stories? You mean you haven't experienced it before?"
Alfred frowned, then begun erasing his messages to Matthew. He didn't want to tell the blond the truth, that this was his first possession, and he didn't have to with Matthew's somewhat superior skill of deduction.
"Oh my God, you've never possessed anyone before, have you?" Matthew gasped, and Alfred grumbled a little and begun stabbing his paper with his pencil, breaking the led a few stabs in. He huffed and went to the front of the room, jabbing it into the pencil sharpener. The machine whirred noisily, and Alfred mumbled to himself, "I've possessed before!"
"Yeah? What did you possess, a Barbie doll?"
"No!" He growled, then checked his pencil and went back to his seat. He begun writing to Matthew again since the whir of the pencil sharpener wasn't covering his voice any longer.
"I've possessed cats before. Not as fun as a human, I must admit, but definitely easier." Alfred wrote, and Matthew snorted in laughter.
"What makes cats easier?" He asked, genuinely interested.
"Well, for one, all cats come from hell. That's why some people can't stand them, because they're too pure for a demon in their house." Alfred explained, and Matthew laughed again.
"Oh, come on, cats don't come from hell, they're just pets. What, do dogs come from heaven, then?"
"Yes, actually." Alfred wrote, feeling a little ruffled that Matthew wasn't believing him, "And cats are Lucifer's creation!"
Matthew just laughed some more, upsetting the demon further.
"Cats are easier to possess because they're already sinful creatures, and they don't try to fight it when a demon enters them. Unlike you humans." Alfred continues to write, and Matthew calmed down from his laughter and hummed lightly.
"So are cats kind of like training for demons?"
"I guess you could put it that way."
"How many cats have you possessed then? What made you want to try a human?"
"I've possessed maybe... five cats before. I was able to do some awesome harm to their owners, too. But, damn, it hurts when they step on your tail!"
Matthew giggled softly, and Alfred smiled and continued writing.
"When I saw you on the top of the school, I knew this was a good chance to actually possess a human being, and I didn't want to pass it up. I was nervous at first, but when I heard you telling yourself goodbye, I jumped in. I'm pretty happy I did it, too."
"So, this being your first possession, what do you plan on doing? Other than rape all the men in the school . . ."
"Well, this being my first possession, I plan to rape all the men in this school." Alfred replied with a cocky smirk, and Matthew snorted in laughter, "Well, according to other demons, I'm supposed to persuade humans to commit sins so that we get more entrants to Hell. But honestly, I just really want to kill them myself."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Because humans are dirty, selfish creatures, and they deserve Hell and a painful death."
"Wow, that's not hypocritical..."
"Shut up. I'm the hero, man, and I plan to rescue you pitiful humans from your useless lives. Hell is the perfect place for you."
The bell rang, startling the scribbling demon, and he quickly rubbed his messages away. He got to his feet and swung his backpack onto his shoulders and headed towards the door to the classroom. When he was about to walk through the open doors, Ivan snatched his arms and yanked him back, letting a flow of other students pass through as the Russian held Alfred close to him. Alfred hissed a little from being grabbed, but he didn't complain. He looked up at Ivan with a curious look, waiting for whatever the man wanted to say to him.
"Вы сын Божоий." Ivan said, and Alfred felt a weird pit in the bottom of his stomach. He looked back towards the door, then up at Ivan and he shook his head.
"I can't understand what you're saying, dude." Alfred sighed, and Ivan's grip loosened a fraction.
"Вог любыт вас. Хрыстос люыт тебя." Ivan continued to murmur. Alfred felt a cold sweat break out on the back of his neck, and the pit in his stomach became heavier. He tried tugging away, glaring at the man who was doing weird things to him, but Ivan wouldn't let go. Instead, the Russian took out his book again, flipping through the pages with his thumb.
"You... You are... Safe... yes?" He asked, and Alfred rose a curious brow. He sighed, then pushed Ivan away, freeing his arm and turning towards the door.
"Yes, I'm safe." Alfred grumbled, feeling quite sick for some reason. Ivan watched the demon closely as he walked away, and his eyes lightened when he saw Alfred make it to his next class. He passed the door to Alfred's class, math, and went to his own. Alfred just sat at his desk, only to have to stand after the bell rang to introduce himself to the rest of the class. Arthur didn't share this period with him, so he was relatively quiet. That is, until a paper missile hit the demon in the back of the head.
Alfred flinched, throwing a hand to where he was hit, then spun around to see who it was. Nothing was out of the ordinary, and he narrowed his eyes before turning back to him scribbles. Another crumpled up ball of paper was thrown at the blond, making him growl softly and glare over his shoulder. He saw someone staring at him with this wide grin on his face, and that student threw one last paper ball at the enraged demon.
Upon contact, Alfred shoved his chair back and got to his feet, going straight for this green-eyed culprit and grabbing him by his collar.
"Look you little dilweed, if you throw one more paper ball at my fucking head I will-"
"Alfred Jones!" The teacher shrieked, slapping her ruler against her desk, making everyone in the room jump and look at the only standing person aside from the teacher, "I will not tolerate such language in my class!"
"I won't tolerate this bastard and his paper rockets!" Alfred yelled back, practically snarling with rage.
"Alfred, calm down. Just sit." Matthew pleaded, but Alfred ignored him. He turned back to the brunette student who was still smiling a wide, toothy grin. The teacher sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Antonio, did you throw paper at the new student?" She questioned flatly, and Antonio's eyes jumped to the woman speaking.
"No, miss. I did not." He said smoothly, and the teacher shrugged and turned back to her board.
"Alfred, I advise you either sit back down or leave this class." She sighed, resuming her lecture and ignoring the pissed student who went back to his desk only to snatch up his bag and exit.
"What are you doing? You... You can't just ditch class!" Matthew cried in their head, and Alfred huffed and slipped on his bag.
"Shut up. She gave me the option, dude." Alfred growled, finding the stairs and making his way up to the roof, "Plus, I don't want to be target practice for that border-jumper."
"Everyone is his target practice. He's a major bully in this school." Matthew explained, and Alfred pushed the door open and stepped out onto the roof.
"Wait a minute, so he was one of the guys who got you to almost commit suicide?" Alfred questioned, and Matthew made a noise of confirmation, "Huh. I should become his friend then."
"Alfred!"
"What? If he has the power to make people want to kill himself, he really needs to become a demon!" Alfred chuckled, and Matthew huffed.
"You can't just become a demon, Alfred. You have to be born a demon." Matthew informed, and Alfred chuckled.
"Uh, no, you become a demon. All demons used to be humans once upon a time." Alfred corrected, getting a small scoff from the spirit inside of him.
"Oh really, Mr. I've-never-possessed-before?" Matthew jabbed, and Alfred hissed and smirked.
"Oh, now you're asking to die, Mattie!" Alfred chuckled, walking to the short wall to keep students from falling off.
"Alfred?" Someone called out, making the demon spin around in surprise. His eyes widened when he saw Arthur, but he smiled anyways and stepped towards the 'blond'.
"Hey, Arthur. What're you doing up here?" Alfred asked, slipping his backpack off and throwing it towards the door so he wouldn't have to carry it. Arthur took a step away from the advancing blond and crossed his arms.
"I... this is where I go now... when I have mood swings..." Arthur explained, obviously uncomfortable with Alfred up there, "What are you doing up here?"
"Oh, I got kicked out of class, and I wanted some fresh air, so... roof." Alfred said with a shrug, "You don't mind, do you?"
"Uh... well... I... I kind of-"
"Good! Because I wanted to get to know you better, Artie." Alfred cut in, taking the Brit's hand and bringing it to his lips, placing a small kiss on the back of it.
"Don't call me that, git, we barely know each other." Arthur complained despite his reddened cheeks. Alfred laughed softly and let go of Arthur's hand.
"Hey, so... since I'm new to town, I was wondering if you'd like to have the honor of showing me around some?" Alfred asked, taking another step closer to Arthur, who stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down at their shoes.
"I'm not sure. I have things to do after school." Arthur denied the demon, getting a small glare from the blue-eyed student.
"Well... Why don't we go now?" Alfred said, snatching Arthur's hand and tugging him towards the door that led back into the school.
"W-what? No, we can't leave school, git! That's against the law!" Arthur whined, but he was too weak and was dragged down the stairs and down the halls.
"Nah, there's no such thing as laws for a hero like me!" Alfred chuckled, and he heard a soft and annoyed sigh from Matthew.
"You're no hero!" Arthur whined, and Alfred sighed and stopped walking, spinning around and gripping Arthur's chin, forcing him to make eye contact.
"Arthur, I think you're really hot..." Alfred whined in a lusty voice, and Matthew spluttered in disbelief.
"Hoser! What are you doing? No one would fall for something like that!" Matthew shrieked, but he spoke too soon. The faux-blond's face heated up and his eyes fogged over once again.
"I... I don't know what to say..." Arthur mumbled, sounding a little inebriated. Alfred smiled and caressed Arthur's cheek with his thumb, looking into those green eyes.
"You don't have to say anything. Let's skip school. You can show me around, okay?" Alfred whispered, and Arthur nodded slowly.
"Y-yeah... I'll... I'll show you... around..." Arthur mumbled, moving a little closer to the smirking demon, then whined when Alfred backed away.
"Well then, show me to your place, dude." Alfred chuckled, and Arthur took the lead, guiding the two of them out of the school and down the streets, towards a simple little townhouse that was parent-and-sibling-free.
Oh, yes, um, this story is going to be a lot of fucking, but it still has a plot!