Here we go with the 4th chapter...man this is consuming my life. I WOULD LIKE TO SAY ARIGATOU GASAIMASU TO EVER LOYAL READER. I appreciate so many people following this fic. There will now be a deeper part of this. I hope you all enjoy!


"Alfred...?"

The older man looked up with a worried expression.

He could see an unsatisfied frown on Arthur's face, and he didn't like it. It was obvious that Arthur was concerned about something. He just couldn't figure out to save his life. It was usually easy to figure out what was bothering Arthur, but this time...

"Hmmm?" Alfred whispered, brushing his lips against the teen's neck.

Arthur blushed and wrapped his arms around Alfred's torso as he mumbled, "Is...everything okay?"

The teen could feel a smile curling against his skin as Alfred smirked and said, "Nothing bothers me when we're together."

Arthur bit his lip when he felt a hand sift through his hair. It was hard to concentrate when Alfred was doing things that made him blush.

"Mmmh...you smell so good..." Alfred sighed, slipping his head under Arthur's shirt.

"Ah...! Alfred...!?" Gasped the teen as a warm pair of lips nibbled greedily on his skin.

"Alf...red..." he whispered, "I can't think straight...you're biting my stomach..."

"You smell really good...not your blood...just...you..." Alfred whispered, pulling Arthur close.

Arthur lifted his shirt up to reveal the older man's face, looking down and chuckling, "I'm glad you think that.."

Alfred smiled and pulled the teen into a kiss.

Arthur suddenly felt a rush of excitement, causing his body to tremble.

Why is my body reacting like this?

Arthur's thoughts suddenly came to a halt as Alfred pressed his lips against the other's a bit harder.

He gasped softly as a tongue slipped inside his mouth. An unusual sensation began beating in his chest.

"Ahh..." he sighed, clinging to Alfred, their kisses intensifying.

Alfred bit down on Arthur's lip, sucking on the other's tongue to receive a small moan from the boy under him.

He pinned Arthur to the bed as they continued lip locking, his hands finding their way back under his shirt to caress his chest.

Arthur released another ecstatic moan as his nipples were fondled, receiving a deeper kiss, their tongues sliding against each other's.

Alfred suddenly felt the teen's erection press against his as Arthur began thrusting his hips forward.

"Alfred..." he gasped, pulling away with a string of saliva, "We can't...What about Ludwig...and Liza...?"

Alfred smirked and kissed Arthur on the cheek. "Artie...you're so cute..."

Arthur looked away. His face felt so hot...

"We can stop if you want...I won't force you..."

Arthur flinched as he was pulled into a hug.

"I love you too much to do that..."

The teen smiled softly and buried his face into Alfred's chest.

"I love you...for more than that fact..." he whispered.

Outside their room stood a certain someone, who stood idly, with an unhappy expression.

Francis sat with his arms folded, scowling deep with envy.

"Why...why would he choose him..." he muttered to himself.

"When there's someone else who sees him...!?


"It's just a little bite," said the human, wiping his arm, "I can easily heal..."

Alfred sighed as he regained his breath. It wasn't easy to fall under this guy's persuasion. He was good at that. Very good.

The human smiled and held Alfred's face in his palm as he whispered, "It felt good. I love it when you drink my blood..."

Alfred frowned. Why would a human enjoy pain?

It made no sense.

The human's maple eyes glistened as he uttered, "I hope you don't feel guilty...I wanted you to drink from me. It's just a little. Okay?"

He gave Alfred a soft peck on the cheek and grabbed the vampire's hand.

"Let's go. Come on."

Alfred nodded slowly, and followed the human elsewhere.


"Francis...?"

Francis flinched and turned to see Elizaveta, who stood with a basket of laundry. From the dull shade in her eyes, she almost seemed like she was quietly questioning the man's intention of standing near Arthur's door.

Francis scoffed arrogantly and turned back from her.

"Y'know..." she muttered, "Stalking him isn't gonna make him feel better. And I bet Alfred can sense you there. He's probably ignoring you."

Francis scowled. How dare that witch read him so clearly...

"Do you...have feelings for him?"

"As if," he suddenly blurted, "No way. Besides, he's with Alfred. Alfred's always up that kid's ass."

"I wouldn't talk so loudly, Francis." Elizaveta warned, "That guy's ears are unbelievable.

Francis began walking down the hall, past the witch, and whispered:

"I just wish vampires lost emotions."

Elizaveta frowned. For some reason she pitied the entire vampire race, in a way. It wasn't easy for them to find a spouse, and they lived so long, sometimes they're put under the influence that perhaps they didn't need a spouse or soulmate.

With a sigh, she walked the opposite way Francis did, and began humming to herself to shake the feeling off her shoulders.

If vampires didn't have feelings, Elizaveta thought, Maybe Arthur wouldn't be here...

Francis walked down the hallway, holding his necklace close to his chest.

He didn't feel like drinking animal blood. He didn't feel like doing anything.

He wanted to be with Arthur.

Why was he feeling like this? He knew the kid was with Alfred, but really...?

For some reason he blamed himself. A lot.

Obviously, Alfred got to him first.

It wasn't the fact that Francis was easy to be captivated. It was the look of innocence he saw in Arthur's eyes that got him. He never seen eyes like that in his life. Never before had he been captured by the stare Arthur gave him when they first met. So much innocence and curiosity in a child...

And what angered him was that eventually, Alfred would take that innocence.

Francis began grinding his teeth as his anger bubbled up in his throat. He had become so angered, his fists were shaking.

He sat at the table in the kitchen.

Eating wouldn't make him happy.

Maybe if he just sat there...

Why was it that every time he sat still he had to picture that kid's face? Why was he thinking about those soft emerald eyes and rosy cheeks? And when he did that really cute thing where he blushed when he was embarrassed or something? What about that soft accent he had when he spoke in that little voice?

Why couldn't he get Arthur out of his head?!

"Oh...you're here..."

For the first time since he had become a vampire, Francis' heart jolted at the soft voice.

He turned to see the teen, who stood with a reddened face, his green eyes shimmering.

Those innocent eyes, he thought.

"Arthur..."

Arthur perked up at the sound of his name. "Yes?" he uttered.

Francis smiled almost pitifully and extended his arm as he said, "C...come here...?"

The teen hesitated. Was it safe to trust him? He didn't seem like he was hiding anything. Nor did he seem like he had any intentions of harming him.

"I won't hurt you...I promise."

Arthur bit his lip. He could only trust what Francis said...

Cautiously, he edged close to the man.

Without warning, he was gently pulled into a tender embrace.

Arthur gasped as Francis secured his arms around the teen.

"Francis...?" he whimpered. Suddenly he didn't think this was a good idea.

"Arthur...I can't have you..." Francis sighed, "I know I can't..."

Arthur felt his face grow hot. What was Francis saying? Was he saying that he too had feelings for him? Why would Francis say that? Was it even fair? Arthur had no idea how to feel about this...

But for some reason his heart fell.

"Francis..." he mumbled, resting his hand in Francis' golden locks of hair. He felt an unusual pain in his chest.

"You're so innocent...I've never...met a human so innocent...why...why are you so precious?"

The teen sank a little in the man's arms, sinking low enough to see the sorrow and desire in the azure orbs.

Why did his eyes sting?

"Fr...Francis..."

He suddenly paused.

His throat felt so tight and dry, and he could've sworn that weakening voice wasn't his.

"I'm sorry..." Francis whispered, giving Arthur a squeeze before releasing him.

He stood up and said, "I must have went about this the wrong way."

After saying that, he gave Arthur one more look before walking away.

The teen stood there in the middle of the kitchen, his heart still pounding from the warm embrace. He could still feel the silky hair that sifted through his fingers. He could still feel those comforting arms that had once surrounded him.

Why...

Why do humans have feelings...?

And why do vampires test those feelings?

Arthur sighed and walked out of the kitchen.

He had lost his appetite...


"Ah...Alfred...you're so...!"

The human gasped as Alfred's fangs pierced his throat, releasing a moan when his blood was drawn greedily from him.

"Feels...so good..." he whispered, curling his fingers into the covers. Crimson rivers trickled down his neck, staining his clothes.

Alfred pulled away, wiping the blood from his mouth as his eyes flamed hungrily.

"Why...why did you stop...?" the human whimpered, clinging to the vampire as he panted softly.

Alfred held the human close, kissing his forehead before saying, "I could hurt you if I don't stop...I don't want that..."

"But Alfred...I love it when you drink from me...!"

Alfred sighed and kept the man close to him.

Lately the human had been wanting Alfred to drink more than usual. Why did humans cherish pain? Wasn't it supposed to be a horrible thing?

It hadn't been long since he too experienced pain as a human...

Pain was horrible. Pain made people cry. It made them angry. Any kind of pain was terrible pain.

So why did this man desire to experience pain?

Was it an element of thrill? A passing time?

It bothered him that humans enjoyed that kind of thing...

Well, there had always been the saying that pain is fear leaving the body.

Maybe that was why some humans enjoyed pain?

The human eventually fell asleep, resting his head against Alfred's chest.

"Man..." he mumbled to himself, "Why do humans...do that...?"


"Li...Liza?"

Elizaveta turned from cooking and said, "Yes?"

Arthur fumbled with his hands as he asked, "Um...do you think...it's weird for someone like a vampire to fall in love with a...human?"

Elizaveta scoffed and said, "Artie, you think to hard. What's wrong?"

Arthur frowned and answered, "Well...it's just that...Alfred's a vampire...and I'm a human..."

"Artie...love is love. Okay? Alfred likes you for you. Not because you're a human. And as far as he goes with vampires, he doesn't feel like communicating with too many of them."

She placed her spoon down and looked down at the teen and added, "So don't worry. Alfred will do anything. Anything. Understand?"

Arthur nodded slowly.

With that, she turned back to her cooking.

"Liza...can I ask you something?"

"Mh-hm."

"Uh...what if...I gave him some of my...blood?"

*clank*

The spoon fell to the floor.

Elizaveta kept her head turned. She was silent. The only noise was the boiling of the water in the pot.

Arthur sat still.

Maybe he shouldn't have said anything...

Suddenly, Alfred stepped into the kitchen.

He looked down at Arthur and smiled, bending over to caress the teen's face as he whispered, "Hey, Artie. You feel like going out today?"

Arthur was trying his absolute best to keep his distilled feeling away from his own eyes so that Alfred wouldn't detect anything. Alfred was known for looking in Arthur's eyes when he talked to him.

If he went somewhere with Alfred, he wouldn't have to deal with Elizaveta. She was probably dying to scold the teen for having the bothering thought of allowing Alfred to drink his blood.

With a slow nod, Arthur muttered, "Okay."

Alfred smiled and grabbed Arthur's hand.

"C'mon."

As the two left the kitchen, Alfred turned to Elizaveta and said, "We'll be back in a bit."

After that, the kitchen was silent.

The witch sighed and looked down at the pot.

"Artie..." she whispered.

"Please...please be careful...If you do decide to do what I think you're doing...don't let it fall between your fingers..."


"Maybe it's because of his eyes...I know it is." Francis muttered, "It's not fair..."

Ludwig sat beside Francis and said, "Francis...I know this is sudden for you, but you have to think about Alfred. He shares the same feelings you do."

"That's the thing." Francis growled, "I have to share him...I don't even like sharing..."

Ludwig sighed, "Neither does Alfred, which is why this may become a problem..."

Francis frowned and folded his arms. Yes, it was true that Alfred had fallen for Arthur first, and it was also true that they would have to share the poor boy. But it wasn't fair. Why did he have to sit and watch Arthur fall between his fingers? Why did he have to watch Alfred sit there and constantly be so damn lovey dovey with the one he loved?

"Francis...just calm down.." Ludwig sighed, "I know you're still upset about this...think about Arthur. It would really upset him if you did anything to Alfred. And he's come to like you anyway..."

Francis couldn't help but blink. Arthur was starting to like Francis? In what way? How?

A warm blush began to glow on his face.

The German shook his head and said, "Just when I thought you had wised up..."

Francis snapped out of his daze and stared at Ludwig. "Huh?" he muttered.

Ludwig stood from where he sat and stretched. "You act like you don't remember what happened last time. He might be aware of your feelings...like the last one..."

Francis scoffed. As if. As if he'd allow something like that to happen. Besides, this was different. Much different. He actually had adamant feelings about Arthur, feelings that were much different from the last human. The last human...his feelings had been derived mainly from lust...but he couldn't help it. The human kept begging for attention, it was just sickening, the way Francis acted about it.

Now that he was thinking about it, what was the last human's name...?

"Ludwig..." he muttered, "What...was his name?"

Ludwig looked up. "Huh?" he mumbled.

"What was that human's name?"

"Oh...his name..."

"Didn't he have black hair?"

"And brown eyes."

"Mm..."

The two sat and contemplated over the name of the once forgotten human...


"We finally made it back home..." Alfred whispered, walking Arthur into the house. It was completely empty.

"Where's Liza and the others?" Arthur asked, looking around for a sign of any of them.

"They must've gone somewhere..." Alfred answered, "Ludwig and Francis must have gone hunting and Liza probably went shopping..."

We're all alone...Arthur thought, his face warming up as they went upstairs. They were alone, no one was there to hear them or see them.

Would now be the perfect time...?

Maybe now would also be a good time to try and get Francis off his mind. He had been thinking about what had happened when Francis had hugged him and said that...

"I can't have you...I know I can't..."

He didn't want anything like a love triangle forming...that would be a huge problem.

But still...Francis refused to leave his mind...

It was becoming bothersome...

They entered the room quietly, settling down on the bed together. They looked at each other with soft smiles.

Alfred suddenly cupped the teen's face into his hands and uttered, "Lookit that...we're alone, aren't we?"

Arthur blushed harder as Alfred smiled at him.

"Well...it's you and me again..." Alfred sighed, "What should we do?"

Arthur bit his lip.

The only thing he could think of was asking Alfred to drink from him. It was burning inside him to ask, but he was afraid, so very afraid, of rejection. Of some long lecture about how Alfred could withstand the pain, the pain of hunger and never being able to drink from a human.

But Arthur wasn't just willing to let him drink just because he knew it would make Alfred feel better. He wanted to do this because he loved him. He was completely willing, every bit of his body was willing to give blood to the man he loved.

"Hey..." Alfred whispered, leaning closer, "You look worried..."

Arthur suddenly choked on whatever words he had tried to say, captivated by the shimmering pair of sapphire eyes slowly sinking their gaze deep into his.

He was completely unaware when he was pulled into a kiss.

He loves me...he thought, If he loves me, maybe he'd listen if I ask...

Alfred's warm lips were pressed so firmly against the teen's, soft and comforting. He didn't dare pull away as the kiss deepened, Alfred sliding his tongue out to explore Arthur's mouth.

A soft whimper escaped Arthur as the older man pulled him close, his face burning red.

He could feel something unusual happening in his abdomen, and he had no idea what it was, but for some reason...it felt good.

Alfred toppled over Arthur, swirling his tongue against the insides of Arthur's cheeks, receiving a small moan as he licked over his lips and bit softly.

"Ahn...Al..." Arthur gasped, clenching handfuls of Alfred's shirt. He wrapped his legs around the older man and pressed his chest against Alfred's larger frame.

"Ngh..!" Alfred grunted, sucking on the teen's bottom lip as his hands snaked up Arthur's shirt and onto his bare back.

Why did Arthur feel hunger for pain? Why did he feel an unusually more exciting jolt from being bitten on the lip than he did getting kissed?

Was it arousal?

Alfred let out a moan as Arthur began grinding his hips against the other man's.

"Arthur...!" he hissed, biting harder on Arthur's lips.

"Ah..."

Arthur suddenly tensed up when Alfred's teeth sank into his lip.

Alfred reacted faster than Arthur, quickly drawing back as he felt the blood touch his tongue.

It had been too late to avoid it.

Suddenly Alfred became dizzy as the taste hit his mouth.

Where had he tasted this sweet-salty sensation?

Memories began flashing through his head.

He could see memories of that human...that human who constantly begged to have blood drawn from him...

Why was he remembering this?

Why was this coming back to him?

Arthur sat still, frozen, blood trickling from his mouth. He dabbed at it and brought it to his face.

Maybe...maybe if I try it now...just a little...? He thought.

His heart began thumping his chest as he tried to conjure words to say.

"Um...A...Alfred..." Arthur whispered, sliding closer to the shaken man.

Alfred gasped. He could see the blood on Arthur's fingers, and the scent was only becoming stronger...

Did he want it?

"Artie...!" he whimpered, "No...!"

"No...?" Arthur repeated in a hushed voice, "It's just a little..."

Just a little.

It's just a little.

IT'S JUST A LITTLE.

Alfred let out a small growl, clenching handfuls of his hair as he edged further and further away.

Arthur blinked, trying to keep himself composed. Alfred looked so afraid...what was there to fear? Sure, there was the chance that perhaps Arthur would be completely consumed tonight...

But he trusted Alfred enough to not do it...

"Alfred...just a little...?" he whispered, "You don't have to bite me...here." He wiped a bit more from his chin.

"Lick it off.."

Alfred stared.

"I trust you..."

The vampire pursed his lips in a line, staring at the blood on Arthur's fingers. He wasn't sure about this...to accept blood from Arthur...cute little Arthur?

But he was so willing...he was offering it...it was his own free will...

And plus...

He trusted him.

Slowly, in an almost agitating pace, Alfred leaned forward, his tongue sliding from his pale lips and onto Arthur's fingers.

He licked the blood hesitantly.

For a minute, he paused.

It hadn't been enough to taste it.

"C'mon..." Arthur uttered, "Just nibble on my finger..."

Alfred bit his lip. Was this even right?

What if he fell into the same craze he had a long time ago...?

But this was Arthur. Arthur. He was probably barely a teenager. The last human had been older.

But Arthur, he was so innocent.

He would never do such a thing...

It was easier said than done, though.

"Alfred...I trust you..." Arthur whispered, "I know you can handle it."

The teen pressed his finger against Alfred's lips. "Go ahead..." he mumbled.

Alfred could smell the blood. He could smell it. It was so strong...so strong, and all he could do was stare at Arthur's animated emerald eyes. Why was he so happy?

Or...was he misinterpreting the happiness to be nervousness?

Alfred slid his lips around Arthur's finger, and pierced the skin with his erect fang.

Arthur flinched at the pain. It had been so sudden, but it actually felt pretty good...

The older man sucked on the finger, allowing the blood to spill onto his tongue...

But the minute he felt the savory blood trickle down his throat, he suddenly felt it jolt back up.

Without warning, he pushed Arthur away, coughing and gagging uncontrollably.

Arthur gasped as he hit the backboard of the bed, recoiling from Alfred. He held his hand close to his chest.

Alfred looked up with raging crimson eyes, his skin deathly pale as his fangs protruded from his gums.

The teen had frozen in horror, unable to move, unable to speak, as he stared deep into the deranged and thirsty eyes of a vampire.

Was this still Alfred...?

Oh no...He thought, Is this my fault...?

Just then, the door burst open, and Francis stood there, a few strands of hair fluttering over the bridge of his nose.

Arthur's voice was caught in his throat. He couldn't find words.

His face suddenly fell from confusion to utter anger as he growled, "I knew you couldn't handle it."

Arthur barely had time to think as he was taken into Francis' arms.

"Come on...we have to leave him alone for a while..." he whispered, his eyes calm and leveled.

Arthur's eyes began tearing up as he looked back at Francis. This was his fault. He shouldn't have tried to let Alfred feed from him...it had been his fault from the start...

Francis carried Arthur out of the room, not looking back once.

Arthur gave Alfred one more glance, and as he did, he caught the regret and sorrow in his crimson eyes.

It was enough to make tears spill from his eyes.

Francis placed Arthur on the bed in his room.

The teen was silent, wrapping his arms around his torso as the tears escaped him. They came silent, rolling down his cheeks...

"Arthur..." Francis mumbled, approaching the boy, "Did he hurt you...?"

Arthur was quiet. He had hurt Alfred...putting all that pressure on him by saying he trusted him...it was so selfish...so selfish to rely on that for a reason to give Alfred blood.

But he had also done it because he loved Alfred. Did that also make him selfish?

He suddenly let out a small whimper as more tears came, much more, running down his face.

"It's my fault...I tried to let him feed from me...!"

Francis gasped. "You...what...?"

Panic began rising in Arthur's chest. What if Francis blamed him for this too...?

His sobs became louder as he gasped out his words: "I tried to let him drink my blood...but just a little.! I didn't know, I didn't know! I thought I was doing a good thing! I did it because I loved him! I didn't want him to suffer...!"

He began bellowing now, his tears coming out with hoarse cries of sorrow.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry..! I'm so sorry! I didn't know..!"

His cries were suddenly cut off by Francis' lips.

Arthur gasped. He looked up with tearful eyes as Francis kissed him.

No...! he thought, Why is he doing this? If he does this, I might...!

No. This had been the very thing he had tried to avoid. Especially after he and Francis had had that scene in the kitchen earlier...!

Francis pulled away, looking down at the bewildered boy.

"Hm..." Francis muttered, smiling, "Did you calm down?"

"H...uh?" Arthur gasped, blinking as the last of his tears fell from his eyes.

Francis held him close. "Don't...please don't make that sad little noise..."

He brushed Arthur's wet cheek and whispered softly, "You're too precious to cry...so please..."

The teen didn't know how to feel. He didn't know whether to cry harder or kiss him back or just sit there.

"We need to give Alfred some time...okay?" Francis said, "Let him be alone for a while..."

"We'll talk about what happened later. Until then...I need you to calm down too."

Arthur silently clung to Francis, burying his face in the older man's chest.

I want you to answer me right here right now.
(Which do you love more?)

Arthur gasped.

How long had it been since that song came to him? Why was he remembering that song?

It was from his dream...

He had had that dream a while back...a really long time ago...?

The teen shook his head and held onto Francis.

He needed to get some sleep...

But he couldn't get his mind off of Alfred...

How was he doing...?

Was he okay..?

And...

Why was Francis unable to leave his mind either?


As Arthur slept, Francis sat with him, holding him close.

I'll never get another chance...will I? He thought.

I don't want anything to happen to you, Arthur...

After all...

I really love you...

The door suddenly creaked open, just a bit.

He flinched when he saw a figure peeking through the crack.

It was Alfred, his face pale, and a trail of tears glistening on his face in the moonlight as he stared with narrowed crimson eyes.

"I won't...let you have him...!"

Francis stared back at Alfred, his eyes dull as he said, "If you hurt him...I'll have no choice but to take him from you..."

Alfred's eyes wavered, his teeth gritted together, and the door slammed shut.

Francis sighed angrily, stroking Arthur's cheek.

"I'm sorry.." he whispered..

"I won't...let him have you either..."


GRRRRRR, SO LONG...

Sorry...I've been lazy, and it's been a long few months. Please dun hurt me!

Anyways, chapter 5 will be when you find out who the human is, so stay tuned!

Or do you...

Already know him...!

Hm!

Sorry, that won't be too major of a spoiler, so don't worry.

Anyways, that's all you little fangirls/fanboys get to read until I finish chapter 5!

I'm working on a Danganronpa oneshot...y'know, cus I don't want this to be the only thing I get to upload all the time...

Anyways, until next time!