A/N: Hi, This thing was done a long time ago but I didn't get to review it until now. Also I lost contact with the beta so.. yeah. Nowadays I'd write things different, but I'll let it be.
-x- Chapter 6 -x-
That day Francis had envisioned the most delightful plan. When his little play thing didn't show up he wondered what had happened. Yes, it was he that told Arthur to fuck the dammed boy, but he didn't expect to be forgotten. That would not do.
- Cher, you can't forget me, I won't let you…
Beside him, on the bed was two girls and a guy. He felt exhausted, he couldn't believe that Arthur walked everyday under that god dammed scalding sun for so many years without even feeding regularly. But he knew, Arthur was strong, stronger than most and so, somehow, he survived just to crawl back to Francis to not die and go back drool over the American boy.
If needed, Francis would walk under that disgusting sun, but at night he felt home. At night love filled the air, at night lovers got together, at night people embraced, at night he could be free to share his love with the world. Why feed on unsuspecting humans and their wet dreams when you can share an embrace and make them beg for more? No no no, Francis was the kind to richly whisper soft nothings, touch places that even his partner didn't know were possible, to break the resistance of even the most cold lovers.
Dressing himself, he went out to hunt again, maybe this time he would get some enraged lovers to feed from. Nothing wrong with feeding, getting a good lay and helping them get together again, right? If he could name himself anew, he would be called Cupid. Yes, it lacked charm, but what else would be proper when he helped distressed couples together and as payment he feed?
- Oui, I helped my little rabbit with his love – several times, I need to get my payment back, no?
Chuckling he was glad that he had found a new target.
-x-
Arthur was pissed. No, he wouldn't lie to himself, he was scared. Dead scared. Francis was one to play, not one to have elaborated schemes to fuck another' off… Okay, another that was not him.
- Dammed frog, why must you always do it? It doesn't matter if its now or back to the medieval era, it seems that a tosser will always be a tosser.
Alfred was reviewing something, he didn't know what it was, but Arthur was drawn to look at him. He couldn't imagine his life without him, the boy was far from sweet (okay, maybe with all that sugar that he eats inside of his blood you could call him that), but that bloody wanker wormed his way to his core, his heart. He knew from when he first set his eyes on him that he HAD to be his mate.
- … tie… Artie… ARTHUR!
Arthur jumped.
- Bloody!?
- Are you okay man? You don't look like yourself… It seems like you're in need of a hero!
Alfred puffed up his chest but as if to tip about the other's humor, his body started to heat. He gasped.
- Ar... Arthur?
He didn't know what ailed him, he didn't really understand it himself, so he did what he felt was right: cursed as a sailor.
- Wankers…
Saying that last word as if it was the most logical thing in the world, he touched the blond's face and smashed their lips together. It was soft and gentle and when they parted he took a breath and opened up.
- Listen, and listen well: Francis got something up. I'm not sure what it is, but since it must have something to do with our… "agreement" I need to settle things down...
The demon's voice was soft, resolute and stern as he held the other's eyes with his own. Alfred' eyes were a sight to behold, Arthur could get lost inside them without minding, but he had to make sure that his message was understood.
- … I want you to be near Matthew 24/7 until this is over. I'll bewitch some nurses and doctors to allow you that.
Arthur wasn't sure if what he was going to say now was smart, but with a deep red face he took the other's hand, took a great gulp of air and firmly said what had to say.
- Alfred, I know that I'm not the most usual person that you'll find. I'm hard headed, I don't have soft curves as a woman. Hell, I'm not even human! But... I won't let anything befall you. I can't keep on living without you and I know that you are just a bloody dolt but I…
Shining shy emeralds mesmerized him. How could Arthur be shy after EVERYTHING that he had done to him was a mystery, but he was drawn to it...
… By the constant and annoying sermons that he had to hear every-fucking-day…
… By the privacy violation that he had to withstand whenever the other tried to fish around his sweets or whatever he demanded not "healthy"…
… Even by that strange power that was sending hot needles up his spine, awakening a desire he preferred not to remember right now.
He was lost inside those eyes, but heroes don't get lost. He held his head high, breaking the eye contact, much to Arthur's displeasure.
- "Hell no. I'm the hero, I'm the one who'll save people" is what I usually would say but I'm not as idiot as you keep saying I am. I… Don't know what to think about you and… Erm… Your (or mine) condition, we can discuss it latter.
He scratched his neck, sighing.
- I'm not sure of what to think about this "friend" of yours, but Mattie is my brother and I'll do anything that I can to save and protect him...
After some silent seconds he completed:
- … And I also don't wish any evil to befall you Artie. You've been tagging along for so many years that I would be lost without your annoying limey head. HAHAHAHA!
Maybe that was not the phrase he wanted to hear, but it made Arthur smile. A soft, warm one and with the changing of his feelings, the contract seal reacted. It wasn't strong, in fact it was almost imperceptible, but where before it had "heat" now it had "warm", where before his groins burned, now his heart flushed.
Before anything could be said, Arthur hit his head with the newspaper and left the house, leaving a gaping American behind. It was time to fix his little "thing" with Francis.
-x-
The door's bell rang high. The sound deafening to his sensible ears.
- Open up frog, I know you're at home!
There wasn't time for playing around so, as no one made a move to open up, Arthur tried again.
- Bloody hell frog! If you make me wait here under this annoying sun, I'll rip your dick apart!
Nothing. It felt like the sun was burning his very soul, his short temper being tested.
"This time for sure I'll kick his fancy ass. In debt with him or not, a gentleman does not let someone waiting under this scalding sun! Oh, joy, my head is hurting...". Just as Arthur was massaging his temples, a shattering noise was heard from inside.
Now, usually the British wasn't one for unfair play, but he was kind of getting worried. There weren't many people out in the street, so he probed around for the other's spare key. As soon as he got the accursed metal, he didn't lose any time turning the door and getting inside. He kept telling himself that it's not like he was worried, he just had to get out of that hurtful sun.
- What are you doing frog?
The room was dark, being outside for such a long time made his eyes hurt and get watery – even with sunglasses. It took a while, but soon he could clearly see the insides of the darkened house.
- Francis? I swear that if this is some kind of new joke you want to play, I'm going to kick...
There was some muffled sounds somewhere inside the house. His hearing was better than a human's so with caution he went to one of the rooms. "If I see the frog shagging someone I'll..." but he's cut off when he fix his eyes on the person lying bound on the bed.
- MATTHEW!
Matthew, sweet, sweet Matthew who should have been inside a hospital, resting and getting better had ropes around his lithe body. He ran and untied him, looking every tiny place of the other' body for any injury. Once he made sure nothing was wrong with the slim blond, he heard something: Matthew had been speaking all the time. "Bugger, now he'll be mad".
- How are you feeling Matthew?
- I said I'm fine Arthur… Gosh, why does no one ever hears me?
- I'm really sorry Matthew, I'm ashamed to say that my worry overtook me. How did you end up here? Did.. did the frog…
"Oh no, I should have shielded him better, if the frog..."
- I'm fine Arthur! I… No-nothing really happened…
Even if Matthew wanted to laugh at the way that Arthur's caterpillar like eyebrow frowned, he couldn't. He felt an icy shill run over his spine.
- What do you mean with that boy?
Nice things never came out when Arthur spoke like that, usually it was against Alfred that the voice was used. Having this chilling voice against him was unsettling, he spoke even more softer (if possible) to pacify "the beast".
- It… It's nothing Arthur… Really… I-I… Kind of had this weird dream... And woke up here… I'm not even sure how this… Ha-happened, I was scared…
His checks flushed pink, a lovely color on his pale complexion, though it didn't appeal to Arthur.
"I'll kill the frog for trying to corrupt my cute little brother! If he thinks he can do it and vanish-".
Faster than his line of thoughts, he got his cellphone out of his pants and dialed.
- Arthur, is everything all right?
Arthur became silent, even in the dim Matthew could see the frown and felt how tense Arthur had become. Well, the suffocating aura helped the sense or urgency he was getting from the other. For some tense seconds, as the phone rang, the silence was becoming too much even for Matthew.
As soon as someone picked up the phone, Arthur didn't waste time waiting and so he asked the most urgent question.
- Alfred, where are you?
He could hear someone gasp, a little excited noise.
- Bonjour my fine friend.
-x-
The drive to get Matthew home was tense, the demon barely noticed the younger talking with him.
- So, you were on the hospital…
- I told you already, jeez, sometimes I wonder if you and Al even remember that I'm alive!
There was some hurt on the other's voice, but Arthur couldn't deal with that now, there was some more pressing matters to deal with.
- You never should make a joke like that boy.
As he saw the blond flinch, he softened his voice.
- Matthew I need to understand what happened to you, could you please explain it again?
The human tried to fix his wild curl of lone hair that persisted to stick on his face, a trick to calm himself down. Seeing that it was useless he locked his violet eyes on his lap.
- Today, after you left, a doctor came and said that I would be released at most tomorrow morning, so I was excited packing the little that I had there. When I got my cellphone to call Alfred, a hand grabbed my wrist and I don't remember, but I think I fell asleep.
His soft voice was a contrast to his trembling limbs. Arthur saw that and felt bad for making the boy recall it, he can't imagine how scary it must be for a human to be grabbed and wake up bound, God knows where and in the dark. He was a sweet and mindful boy, he didn't deserve to fall in the frog's hands.
- I see, and are you feeling alright? Can I send you home or would you prefer the hospital?
- No, I… I think home is a good idea.
A shy voice answered. To be honest Matthew only wanted the comfort of his bed. Arthur refused to tell him anything after that phone call and, really, if it was the stupid brother of his, it probably was some dumb thing the other did. Again. Knowing his twin as he did, it was better to spend his time sleeping.
- Great, I do think it'd be better. It'd be sensible to call the hospital and see if they had discharged you or if they'll send the police or alike after you. You must be hungry, I know that there's some food that isn't bloody hamburgers for you and after that it'd be for the best if you rested.
Arthur knew he didn't have to worry about Matthew, he could feel the power he put inside the boy to save his life. His body was doing great even with the stunt pulled by the frog. Matthew would need some more days to make a full recover, the fading action of the power and the need for the body sustain itself without the help would leave the Canadian exhausted.
For now Arthur hopped that nothing else would fall on the boy, he won't be able to help if there were any more surprises so he would give some charms and amulets to keep him safe. Not that he really needed them, if he stayed home, that is: the boys' house was full of those charms and amulets since Arthur made sure to keep it shielded whenever he went over.
Leaving Matthew in the protection of his home, he now faced the task of getting Alfred from the goddamned frog. He hated to walk under the sun and cursed heaven and hell for it, his grumbling came to a stop as his cellphone rang.
- Bonjour my fine friend.
"Tsk, I don't have time for that". Arthur wanted to hang the call, unfortunately it wasn't a choice at the moment.
- Frog, what in the bloody hell are you doing with Alfred' phone?
There was a small laugh before the other could answer. He knew what the green eyed demon really wanted to ask.
- Cher don't worry, he's here with me and fine… for now. But even if he's a bit annoying I must say that now I understand why you got your eyes on him. Toned skin, lovely abs with little fat, wheat blond hair and stunning sapphire like eyes…
Arthur saw red.
- I swear frog, if you touch a hair of his…
- I think it's too late for that now, my friend, he tastes delicious… I can still smell you on him. Haha, you had little time but you made it so he had the sweetest fantasies beside you, I almost fell in love with them!
Now, Arthur wasn't only seeing red, his face was red with anger and embarrassment.
- Francis! I.. I-! You! He…
Stuttering, the green eyed blond couldn't express himself. It wasn't needed, Francis knew what to say.
- He's alive, for now. Cher, I need you to pick somethings up so we can share a "meal". I'll text you a list with it and you are to be at the specified place at the appointed time, you know better than to try piss me off now, oui?
Because of that foolish task, Arthur was now driving under the scalding sunset sun to get the last item: a bloody wine that's only sold in the neighbor city. He couldn't even begin to understand what's the problem with getting the wine in anywhere else, but the blue eyed demon was adamant with his choice.
With his "tasks" done, Arthur was left with limbs trembling and pale face, he was feeling rather tired but composed himself as he got to the place. He was at his limits, he didn't feed properly, he unadvisedly ran under the sun (without the proper care, he could feel blisters on his skin) and was about to face Francis. "I pray that you are safe Alfred, I'll do anything I can to save you… I can't lose you.".
Parking his car, green eyes looked around. It was a construction site, which was simply bloody awesome. The building was half done, an apartment complex with four of the floors looked like they were up already. As he reached the middle of the last floor his patience was growing thin.
- I'm here, show up stupid frog.
The cool night wind touched his skin. He went around one corner, there was a large hall and in the middle of that room stood what was supposed to he an elevator door, that's when he saw it: someone was in it, he looked like he was floating in that empty space. Arthur ran, a cold shiver in his spine all the while.
- ALFRED!
"No, no! That can't be!" Arthur had to be fast, if the lad… No, he wouldn't think about that, but this was enough distraction for him to not feel a presence that now caught him by the waist, pining the Brit on floor. Breathless and still trying to crawl to the boy, not really thinking or feeling what had made him fall and his movements so hard, a warm breath on his ear was the prelude of a very nasty conflict.
- Now, calm down my dear friend, I guarantee you don't want to wake him up.
Francis was finding the situation amusing. It was like Arthur had forgotten himself in his need to get to the other. Green eyes spit venom, madness could be seen deep down and he trashed and yelled.
- Bloody hell that I want to!
It was starting to get a little unnerving. Didn't he get it? Well, if so he would explain. Francis' hold on the other was sliding so he used a little of his magic to be able to go through the other's mind.
- No cher, take a good look at it: if he moves around too much, the rope holding his back is weak and may break. Oh, no worries, even if it breaks he won't fall from the fourth floor, non, he'll be held tight by the neck.
Despair. The feeling of being hang by the neck wasn't nice, Arthur went through it before when the wanker holding him down right now delivered him to the church, back in the day. He avoided death by little margin, Alfred wouldn't be so lucky. He couldn't let him die.
- I swear frog, if you let Alfred die, I'll…
Green eyes were shining with unshed tears, his voice trembled a little.
- Oh, my sweetheart, exactly what will you do? Hum?
As the struggling had stopped, he better arranged his position above the other's back, mock petting his hair.
- Why are you doing this? Why do you always take away everything that I hold dear?
Arthur sniffed and started to yet again struggle frantically. Damn, if he wasn't feeling so tired and weak he would be able to hit the cunt's face! Unfortunately Francis had the upper hand, and after that little rest, he seemed to enjoy the Englishman struggling under him.
- Hm? Why do you say so, dear?
Oh, could it possible be? Blue eyes mirthful with the prospect of what was to come.
- I… know it was you…
Thick eyebrows frowned, his voice was low. That was the moment Francis had been awaiting for. For so, so, long he played those silly games and now the plot was going to be twisted.
- So you did figure it out. Yes, it was me as I'm doing this again, do you know why?
There was something in the Frenchman's voice that send a shiver up his spine. That revelation, whatever the reasons behind it, rekindled the fire inside the other's body. It was kind of amusing how the Brit went from a weak sobbing mass to a wild struggling beast within only a blink.
- You bloody wanker, How could you! Whatever your reasons, I-don't-give-a-fuck!
That was kind of expected, Francis knew the reaction wouldn't be good, though maybe he wished things were different. His hands traveled up and down the other's body, marking here and there with nails.
- Hmmm~ Let me make this clear to you. Everything I've done was because of you. Yes, you were forgetting me and I couldn't allow that… Diving into a sea of happiness you'd get away from me, I wouldn't allow that. The worst part is that you'd do it again if I let the boy occupy all your heart. I told you long ago, I won't be forgotten...
Arthur writhed his face when he felt a strong bite on his neck. A strong, possessive dominance mark. He and the frog had always have a peculiar relationship and he was starting to question what, in truth, it all meant. Francis wasn't done talking, so as the other was astonished he gave the final blow.
- … So I got your little plaything and I will take it away from you.
Wide green eyes, fast breathing… No, no nononononono!
- NO! Please! You… you can't!
- Oh, but I can…
Francis got up, walking towards the basically hanged man. Arthur was exhausted, his mind was having a hard time getting a hold of everything, It kept going to the past, to things long gone and now he was about to lose a part of himself again.
But to hell if Francis thought the fire withing those green eyes were for nothing, he would save his mate, he would save his destined one, he would save the life he protected so much with such great costs… even if his was to come to an end.
A pact could do a lot of things, mortals knew only a part of it when they were made. Arthur, on the other hand, knew everything that it's imply and always liked to keep some secrets. It was his strategy to keep some hidden effects to use on an emergency. If this wasn't an emergency, he didn't know what one was. With the way things were, he had to be strong, he had to come up with something, he had to protect Alfred, he…
Even if he treated Alfred as a children and messed up with his dreams (and he knew how the boy like it!), he would do it. For him. He had to be fast, summon whatever power he had left and get ready. It was no use to struggle against the other demon, so he had to help the boy another way.
Within seconds, Francis was in front of Alfred, giggling, smirking and softly calling the other's name. Calling and calling with his powers until he woke up.
- Wha… Where... am I?
Everything was so… dizzy. His body felt heavy like if made of lead and there was this strange sensation. His feet felt like… He focused his vision and when he saw that his feet didn't touch anything, he desperately moved around.
- What the-!
That was a grave mistake. No more words could leave his mouth, the only sound being those of hopeless gulps, trying to put air inside his body. It burned. His lungs cried for air, and as despair washed over him, he frenetically moved more and more. He could feel a rope hurting his neck, then something broke. His eyes couldn't focus, he needed air, but couldn't. "I'm going to die… I'm going to die… I'm going to die..."
Meanwhile Francis drank from the scene before his eyes laughing. Perfect! That was simply perfect! He would kill the annoying brat and would finally get Arthur to himself, oh, just to be sure the Brit wouldn't do anything unreasonable, he would hold the violet eyed little brother as a bait.
Those amethyst like eyes were a jewel of pure beauty, and since he knew French, it'd be a pleasurable company. Yes, Francis hadn't forgotten and he still was sure that it was a bad idea, a relationship between two of their kind wasn't smart, but the chance of being forgotten again awoke the possessive desire inside him. He traveled over the Atlantic to make sure he wouldn't be forgotten again, never again would he be left alone as he was after the war. He had to get those green eyes to submit to him, to live for him, only for him. He would take care of his needs everyday until death took them apart, (as he had been doing after their agreement).
The boy kept struggling, maybe he had been unlucky and the rope didn't finish his job the way it should. Oh well, that meant that Arthur would watch it for longer moments and so it was time to drink on the despair inside green eyes. To make sure the blond knew that this destiny wouldn't be avoided and the only thing he could do was to completely submit to the Frenchman.
But that wasn't what he saw. Those emerald held no despair, but a suborn fire. That was confusing, what was… Wait, what's that feeling? Damn, now he could see it, the other demon was releasing a seal.
A seal… Release… And then Francis understood what was going on, unfortunately it was too late to stop the magic. The words that left his mouth were but small whispers.
- ... and so by my voice be undone. May this trade of life take work as this seal be doomed. With this final words complete this final pact, a life for a life is the act!
It, for sure, wasn't the smarter plan he has ever had and Arthur knew it. He wouldn't let Alfred die, not after everything he went through loving him.
"Better to it be me than him. I… Lived long enough… I had the chance to love, though it's unfortunate I didn't have a chance to have my soul mate. Alfred, I pray that we may meet again, maybe in another life, maybe in a thousand years… But please, don't hate me and let me meet you again, watch over you… Love you once more...". Tears left his face the same time as his life left his body.
The life was leaving his body, for a life was the price for another one. Nearing his end he saw, one after another, the people he cared for and that also cared for him die. He remembered that some of them died before his eyes, some of them died before their natural due time. He couldn't stand that again, not now, not when he finally...
Even if they are said to be (almost) immortal, for them to give up their lives to save a mortal was rare. You had to know what to do (most didn't even want to know this) and feel attached enough to do this idiocy. Francis knew this and so he also knew that he would never have the Englishman, not now that he was dying, not even if he lived…
… But Arthur wasn't the only one that knew how this kind of thing worked and was stupid enough to fall in love to the point of using it. A heartbreak. Francis never knew how terrible that truly was. He had felt the emotional pain of abandonment before, Arthur had left him before, but it never was so… final. He couldn't keep on. What was the meaning to do so if there was no love in your life? Love, to love, that was that kept the French pushing further and further, living.
Almost not being able to see because of all the water falling from his eyes, he acted quickly and got Alfred down. He could feel his soul between the living and the dead, being held by that powerful magic as the trade magic was being done. Regret. He regretted it, if only he… well, now it was too late for that.
- When I saw you inside that car, I knew you'd be my undoing. I felt it. When Arthur begged me I knew what you meant to him, I didn't want to, but I couldn't say no to him, so I did what I could to make him forget you and come back to me whenever I could. No matter what I've done, my greed nor my love, it was you, always you… I tried to take you away from him, but in the end you were the one to take him away from me… I always said that L'amour was my middle name, but it took me a thousand and more years to see that I've done everything the wrong way.
He looked the boy before him, it was subtle but he was starting to breath again. Soon the final pact would be over, the French didn't have anymore time to expand, or he acted fast or it was over.
The decision was already made, there was no other real option for him. He knew that there was knew what had to be done so he walked to Arthur, still keeping his eyes on Alfred.
- You took him from me. Your family showed him things that he would never otherwise meet. Yes, you took him from me and I resent you, but now I'm trusting him to you.
And so he did what he had to change their fate: his life was now the provider to Arthur and Alfred. Both of them were weak, too weak, so he knew he would never survive for a life was the price. That wasn't a testament to success, not even that both would survive but he'd be dammed if he didn't at least save Arthur.
One last kiss. That was his farewell when green eyes slowly opened to greet him with life. He let those emeralds wash over him, as they were the last thing he would ever see, even so he felt happy. There was a warm inside his chest that he had never felt before...
The next moment, Francis lay on the floor, the cold being the only embrace to his now dead body.
It was over.
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- I'll miss you Alfred.
Matthew's soft voice was heavy with emotions, as if it was the end of the world. Violet eyes looked around the house, for the last time he would call it his house – it was too big to live in it alone.
An odd silent moment permeates the room, but it soon was broken by a loud statement.
- Me too bro. Definitely will miss your pancakes.
The voice's owner as obnoxious as always.
- Jeez Alfred!
Matthew hit his brother, as strong as he could, that meaning that Alfred barely could feel it. They laughed it off as Alfred bear hugged his twin.
- I know Mattie, but if you want to come visit us, you can always drive there man… Oh! I know! It would be so nice if you came like every two days and so to bring me food… If I have to eat that awful coal everyday I'll die…
Alfred whined but was shut up as a slipper flew and hit wheat blond head, Matthew laughed as hard as his soft voice let.
- Ouch! Artie, that was not nice at all!
- Hahaha, you deserved it Al!
Alfred pouted, why would one have a brother if they aren't your side kick and stick at your side? It was so unfair that Matthew always said that Arthur was the one with reason.
Matthew cleaned the tears of his eyes, getting a hold of himself and at last spoke.
- You could always come visit me too, I'll be moving to a smaller house but it's still withing the city.
Alfred used his winner smile to answer that.
- It would be nice bro, but Artie needs his hero.
He winked but soon rubbed the back of his neck as another slipper hit the target.
After the incident, Arthur got weaker. He couldn't be exposed to sun, even with proper care, for more than one hour every few days. Most of his powers faded away, leaving him in danger for it would be harder to feed and other creatures would find him a nice target.
Both of them remember every bit of word that Francis said, and even if he tried not to show it, Arthur mourned him. They had a bidding of a kind, he couldn't name what it was, but it was.
Alfred, being the target of two of the pacts, was as good as new, so it befall on him to take care of Arthur while he recovered (since he was such a great hero). It took some time, but now the Englishman could walk without help.
The Brit was feeding basically on dreams, Alfred' dreams. Even if the blue eyed blond avoided eye contact because he now felt embarrassed and exhausted, there wasn't anything he could do: it was his job as a hero to make sure Artie got better, it had nothing to do with the fact that he liked it. Not even one bit, not at all (whenever Alfred said that, Arthur would smirk). Once Arthur got better, he would feed on others though, even if he himself didn't want to admit, he didn't want the demon sleeping around.
Their new life would begin. Arthur had brought a house some decades ago, paying a monthly service to take care of it – back then he thought he wanted to live there one day. It could really be called a camp house, though the previous owners had made it so the house was covered by all sides with the shadows of great trees. A perfect house for someone that couldn't get under the sun. It had a greenhouse, so some vegetables, tea and spice were always at hand. He knew he soon would have to get out and hunt, he couldn't feed from Alfred alone, even his other feeding options were weak, but for now he would take advantage that the boy was taking care of him so he could become comfortable with the situation…
… Though the boy seemed to really like the sex, not that he would say that. Arthur was anxious to get well soon, so he would bring some of his fantasies to life (he had some toys that he never had the chance to use). Well, once someone called him a pervert ambassador, maybe that was true.
The End.
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A/N: OMFG I know I don't exactly write things well, but now I see how I had improved from the time I've written this thing down. I reviewed this chapter and gosh, I'm really grateful for the beta that had helped me so far, she/he taught me a lot (unfortunately this was all already written when I send it to them). Maybe someday I'll get this and re-write it. I don't know… Thanks to anyone that put up with this… Thing.