(Enjoy the long-awaited sex scenes my darlings.)
The next 12 years passed. Francis and Arthur had been loving, finally married parents for a while but began to fight and argue every single day and if they tried to make love, it would be harsh and painful. All Peter could do is watch as his parents fought right in front of him. He'd usually cry and run off into his room and lock the door or stand there and do nothing. One day Francis had enough though. He packed his bags and left. He never returned.
He never returned for Peter's new adoption...He never returned for Peter's funeral weeks later...
And soon Arthur died of a broken heart. He never returned for five hundred years.
Five hundred years.
Arthur was an angel now, or to say even more, a Britannia angel. He was the only one of his kind as all of the others got killed off by the demons of hell. Recently all of the angel children had been taken down to hell and once the last two were gone, he knew that hell would certainly take him too. He didn't know much about the children that were gone, but one was fifteen and the other was twelve, both ages physically. Being an angel wasn't extraordinary.
He was a guardian angel and was the protector of the previously mentioned children but lost his job and now was frustrated and depressed. As the only Britannia angel, he was in risk of being killed because he was very special. Killing a Britannia angel would make anyone more powerful than they could imagine. In the process he lost most of his human memories but knew he had a husband as a human and nothing more. He still kept the wedding ring though and had gone to Earth to look for his husband's grave but he didn't know his name anymore. Today however, Arthur came down to see if he could look for the missing children. He wore a dress shirt and slacks and put his ring in the pocket. He didn't need to risk it.
Another thing, angels and demons both had wings that could be hidden from humans, but extremely visible to the other species. The wings were different depending on the breed or how powerful they were, just like demons who had more varied wings. There were many demons, but there were seven special ones that had a certain place in hell. Each were personifications of the seven sins. Arthur had only met one in his lifetime and that was Ivan, who was wrath and rumored to be double-sided. They had only met during the murder of all Britannia angels where Arthur lied and said he was a standard angel.
Arthur looked around a familiar town until suddenly he heard a voice behind him. "Aren't you just a gorgeous little angel?" Said a seductive voice and Arthur turned around in fear. He saw a demon. However, the demon was utterly stunning...And Arthur's heart raced. The demon was a male that was slightly taller than Arthur and had red eyes that were outlined with the slightest blue, and he had gorgeous blonde hair that went a little past his shoulders. His black wings made him look a little more handsome and he seemed to have some sort of power under those crimson eyes. "W-Who are you?" Arthur said, stumbling with his words. As much as he wanted to snap the neck of the demon in front of him, he didn't.
The demon smirked even darker and looked into those innocent green eyes. "Francis Bonnefoy." He said, suddenly gripping on tightly to the angel and throwing him into a dark alleyway. "What is your name, petit ange?"
Arthur rubbed his arm as he was tossed to the ground and got back up. "Arthur Kirkland." He said, forcing himself to not look the other in the eyes. He knew who it was. Francis was the demon of lust and would make the other into a mindless puppet if he stared at him too long and probably kill him if they slept together. Then Francis forced him into a wall. "Hmm~ I like that name~" He said a little coldly as Arthur struggled. "Arthur...~" He whispered, nibbling on the other's earlobe with his sharp teeth, making it bleed. Arthur shrieked and tried hard to get away under the other's grasp. "Let me go, demon!" He said, his green eyes lighting up. Francis merely chuckled and pinned him more powerfully. "And why would I?" He asked, taking the other's chin and forcing it up, looking him in the eyes. "Besides, why would you want me to?"
Arthur felt his willpower snap the second he looked the other in the eyes and a warm, lustful feeling started taking over. He was stuck in a trance as he fell deeply in love with Francis and fixed the gap between their lips, shuttering when he felt the power Francis had under his lips. Arthur's voice changed from a soft British accent to one dripping with sultry words. "I need you...I want you..." He said, one of his hands unpinning so he could try to unbutton the other's crimson suit.
"Je sais, je sais." Francis said, kissing him again and sharply biting his lip. "Do you want to come down to hell so I can satisfy you petit ange?" He asked darkly as he smirked. "I would love that..." Arthur's trance made him say as he continued to look him in the eyes.
"You're such a good little slave." Francis muttered as they were teleported to his room in hell. Francis lived in his own separate room which was connected to many others, all for the other six sins. Today he decided he would get rid of his soul-gathering quota and find a new slave since his previous one died instantly. He took the other and began to lay him down on the bed with a smirk, already removing his sweater-vest. "I don't know what's cuter, how obedient or cute you are." Francis said, still smirking. He was about to start kissing him, but his slave already removed his own clothes off and was breathing heavily. Francis frowned a little. Great, he'd have another one of those slaves that give him false love and only want him for sex, not company.
Arthur dug his fingers into the other's back as the trance got worse. "I need you...I need you so bad..." Francis sighed. "Oui, I know, you and many others." He said, kissing him and biting his lip again, tasting the sweet blood as he took off his own clothes and brushed hands over his erection.
Arthur was already aroused, even though his mind was forcing him that way. "I know...Francis, my god, I love you..." He said, panting. Was he really this weak minded? It was true, mind manipulation powers could kill Arthur if they were too powerful.
"Je t'aime aussi." Francis said, not really meaning it as he crawled over the helpless angel. To him, Arthur was another willing slave looking for sex.
Arthur pressed himself back into the bed as he bit Francis's neck playfully and spread his legs as far as they could go. Francis sat up and moved himself between Arthur's legs, not caring for lube or for the angel's comfort.
Arthur almost felt himself snap out of the trance once he felt pain and started to panic. He needed to get out of here quick or he would die a painful death and Francis would take his powerful soul. He struggled under the other.
Francis stopped and frowned. "Trying to fight me are you?" He said, roughly pushing into him more. "That's alright, you can speak freely. "S-Stop you're trying to kill me." Arthur said with whatever sanity he had left. "I c-" He couldn't finish his sentence as he moaned. This was it, he was going to loose everything and become a slave to this horrible demon. "P-Please it hurts..." He said, struggling even more.
"I'm not going to kill you." Francis said with a false smile. "I'm going to keep you as my angelic sex slave no matter how much you like it!" He went in all the way which caused Arthur to whimper in pain. Arthur had tears of pain in his eyes. "What are you doing?" He yelled as his lust side took over.
Francis smirked a bit as he saw the change in the other's mood and went faster and deeper as he heard Arthur moan under his grasp. Who cared for the angel anyways...Francis knew he would die any second like the others. He looked down at the pale and fragile body underneath him and sank his sharp teeth into his collar bone, smirking as red blood hit his lips.
Arthur was screaming as his body was completely numb in pain and he felt tortured, raped, broken, everything. He eventually came and his whole body gave out on him as he felt ready to pass out from pain. His eyes were half lidded and he cried a bit as he watched the demon above him smile and come into him. It hurt. It hurt with every inch of his life and he felt as if someone had taken everything from him. Now he was barely breathing as he grasped onto the bedsheet, anything to keep him safe. He would never escape and this would probably happen everyday to him...
Francis smirked. So the angel under him was ready to die. He would easily let that happen. Suddenly he heard a knock at the door and threw a blanket over Arthur, got re-dressed, and he opened the door and saw his other demon friend Gilbert grin at him.
"Guten tag." Gilbert said as Francis closed the door behind him. "We should talk. I could hear your newest slave struggling. At-least you killed him quick." Gilbert was the demon personification of pride and his sharp wings were a little bigger than Francis's. He would have sex less than Francis because he preferred whippings and torture.
Francis blinked a little but replied with a smirk. "Oui. He didn't really look me in the eyes like most other angels or humans. He was almost ignoring me, but I think he's dead." Francis didn't want to admit it, but he felt like he shouldn't have killed Arthur at all. He maybe was staring to feel something towards him.
Gilbert smirked as he quickly reached into one of Francis's coat pockets and got out his wallet. Francis sighed and looked at him with slight fury. "Oh calm down," The Prussian muttered, rolling his eyes. "If your slave is still alive you should bring him to our favorite bar. I'll bring Antonio too. We'll treat it like a double date." He chuckled jokingly as he pulled out most of Francis's money. "And we'll need to pay for hookers too."
Francis sighed lightly. He sort of realized how much he liked Arthur. "I won't need any tonight. My slave is close enough to one...Always glancing up at me and he's just so cute... I like seeing him in so much pain."
Gilbert sighed. "Oh well, just transport to the bar once you're ready. And bring that pathetic angel with you."
The Frenchman simply rolled his eyes at that and looked back at the door of his room as he snatched his wallet back and went back inside. He lifted up the cover but snarled when he saw Arthur was still breathing. He didn't want him to struggle again if they attempted sex.
Arthur woke up and winced, feeling like every part of him had gone through a shredder. His once pure and soft skin was now covered in cuts, bruises, and red marks from all the struggling and various injuries. He tasted blood in his mouth and he was drenched in sweat and blood. He watched the demon pace around angrily around the room and shed some tears from how sore he was and how much he wanted to get out of here.
"Bonjour mon petit ange. Sorry for being so rough...You were just so needy."
Francis's voice was smothered in sarcasm as he walked over to the bed and chuckled almost mockingly.
Arthur used the blanket to cover any bare skin even though it hurt to move at all. "I don't give a damn!" He shouted. "You tricked me and lied! You took everything from me." He frowned darkly. "Take me to heaven." He stated, looking away from him.
Francis instantly took his chin and looked him completely in the eyes. "Hm~ That's odd. You should be under my control and dead ever since you came." He whispered, his sharp teeth bared into an intimidating frown. "But you're not going to heaven anymore. I hope you know that."
Arthur's trance came back as he looked the other in the eyes and he giggled and kissed the other's nose. "You're silly." He said in his sweet voice as he hugged the other. "I don't ever want to leave you." It seemed Arthur turned this way every time he looked Francis in the eyes.
The demon near him just growled and sighed. "Oh well." He muttered hopelessly as he looked at the angel. "Would you like to see what you will be wearing as my slave?" He said softly, beginning to walk over to the closet and mirror.
Arthur instantly got up and skipped over, which seemed impossible due to his pain, but in his trance he felt nothing.
Francis sighed as he got out a small and almost revealing black apron which only covered Arthur's front vital areas and nowhere else. He put two sleeve cuffs on his wrists and clipped a collar around his neck which said "Property of Francis~" on it. Then he tried to straighten the other's messy hair but it failed. "I have a leash for you to wear whenever I take you out with mon amis. I don't want you getting away so the other demons can take you from me."
Arthur just replied by smiling and nodding. "Of course. I'm yours." He whispered, carefully continuing to look him in eyes.
Francis sighed a bit. "Oui...You weak, pathetic, angel..." He replied calmly.
That made Arthur stiffen a bit and he pouted, his trance worse than ever. "I am not weak , I'll have you know that I am a Britannia angel and I'm the only one~" If he wasn't manipulated, Arthur would never give out such a secret and he literally had his life on the line for saying that.
Francis shivered. He had heard about the Britannia angels and knew they all died out. If he killed one he would be one of the most powerful demons in the world. However, he didn't really feel like killing Arthur. He glanced over to his dagger which was meant to kill angels and sighed. He wouldn't kill Arthur...not today... "Let's keep this our little secret." He said lightly, not understanding why he couldn't kill Arthur.
The Englishman's innocent eyes glanced over to where Francis was looking and his eyes widened at the knife. "Don't kill me." He muttered, shaking.
Francis then snarled and forced Arthur onto the bed, making him look away. "Do you love me?!" He said in a sharp voice, his sharp nails sinking into Arthur's wrists.
Arthur was now out of his trance and spit at him. "Hell no. I'd never love you. You're a horrible demon who only wants to kill me and I only fall in love with angels!" Suddenly his vision went dark
Francis now had summoned a blindfold over Arthur's eyes and it was about a half hour later. He had a leash on his slave as he walked next to Gilbert and Antonio who lead the way to the bar. As they got in, they all huddled in a back table and Francis sat Arthur on his lap almost in a sexual way as he smirked. The blindfold made him look so much better and it covered up those noticeable eyebrows. Francis only put it on him because he was getting sick of the fake love Arthur gave him. He hated those trances and he thought it would be better to try and get real love instead of false love.
Arthur, however was very unhappy and he couldn't see at all and probably ran into four-hundred people on his way to the bar, and Francis would pull the leash tight and nearly choke him too. He wanted to escape and could if his wings weren't so sore from the painful sex. He could hear the clinking of shot glasses and heard a new voice talk to him. His hands moved as he sat in Francis's lap and he tried to find the other's hand put instead grasped something else.
Francis leaned close next to Arthur. "Not here, non, please not in front of mon amis." He said, not knowing Arthur made a mistake.
Then a tipsy Gilbert spoke up. "Francis, something is wrong with you. Everytime you're here, you always want slaves to give you blowjobs under the table and now you are practically ignoring this man."
Francis blushed a dark red and gave Gilbert a kick in the balls from under the table.
"So amigo." Antonio said lightly as he glanced to Francis, ignoring Gilbert's whimpers of pain. "What is up with your blind slave? You bring slaves here all the time and usually don't care if their eyes look odd. There's no use for the blindfold."
Francis chuckled nervously as he brought Arthur close to him. "His...eyes got ripped out..." The French demon whispered, the lie not coming out so easily.
Antonio left it at that and looked to Arthur, studying him quite well. He had seen pictures again and again of a man who looked like him. Francis had a whole album with him of them all. "Were...your eyes green?" He asked softly, trying to imagine what was behind that blindfold. "You look just like the man Francis lov-" But he stopped and said nothing else when it went quiet.
Arthur shook and nodded before he grasped onto Francis's suitcoat. He stopped for a second though when he felt a heartbeat. That was odd, demons weren't supposed to have heartbeats, or else they had to have angel blood in them. "I...I need to wash up..." He lied, just wanting to get away. "Let go of the leash."
Francis sighed and let Arthur get up as he let go of him and watched as he stumbled into a barmaiden and got broken glass and rum all over himself. Then the Englishman apologized as he bleed and asked where the bathroom was. She pushed him into the direction and cleaned up.
Arthur took off the blindfold and looked at himself in the mirror. He was drenched in cuts now and he barely could recognize himself. He felt horrible as he closed his eyes and shed some tears. He hated everything now. He wanted to go back home and save the angel children he was assigned to. He hated Francis more than anything and wished he had his old husband back. He could vaguely remember his old lover. He had silky blonde hair and calming blue eyes as well as a comforting smile. He couldn't remember his name, but knew he wasn't Francis.
Back at the table, Antonio and Gilbert were giving Francis a bad time.
"He looks exactly like your old husband. There's no doubt about it." Antonio said, smirking. "He matches the man in the pictures quite nicely."
Francis however, bit his lip, ignored his friends and once he saw Arthur, he pulled him into his lap and sighed. "I think my slave wants to play with me~" He said sweetly as he teleported him and Arthur back to the Frenchman's room. Then Francis grabbed Arthur by his collar and frowned. "How much of that conversation did you understand?" He said angrily as he forced the other over the bed.
Arthur shook a little. "J-Just the part when your Spanish friend said I looked like someone else."
Francis dropped him on the bed and stress-fully leaned against the side of a wall. He now knew what his friends were hinting at. All the albums he had of pictures of Arthur and odd pictures that whenever he looked at, his mind and vision looked hazy, as if he couldn't recognize who was in them. He had around five full albums, all hidden in secret places and he looked at them almost every week.
"You must have loved someone." Arthur said softly, trying to bring up a somewhat good conversation between them both.
Francis instantly stopped and looked guilty. "I don't love anyone!" He yelled unhappily, the lie not slipping so easily. "And if I did, I wouldn't let them give me the false love you do."
Arthur bit his lip and looked down. "Well, I used to have a husband and we were very happy indeed. Then one day he left me and accused me of having an affair with him. We argued all the time so it was no surprise."
Francis felt a relation and shivered. "Fine. Oui, I did love someone. I also had a husband as a human and he did have an affair. His lover would call me every night and tell me how much they fucked, how they laughed at me while they did it...And how much they loved eachother..."
A silence hit the room.
"I'm so sorry." Arthur looked saddened as he suddenly got off the bed and grabbed his pants from yesterday and smiled as he took out a gold ring with a few white diamonds. "I kept my wedding ring from my husband and I'm happy I did."
Francis frowned. "You're not sorry, but let me see." He held out his hand and watched as Arthur placed the ring carefully into it. Francis took a closer look but then his face paled and he recognized the ring to be his past husband's. A few tears slipped down his face as he dropped the ring and looked at Arthur. "M...Mon Arthur..." He started whispering.
Arthur dropped to the ground once his precious ring was dropped and he looked up at Francis as he put it on. "Is there something wrong?" Arthur asked, seeing the tears in his eyes.
Francis then instantly picked him up and pulled them into a kiss that could make up for those 500 years, not letting go one bit. He was nearly crying now but he smiled the old attractive smile he had instead of the demonic one.
"Mon Arthur...mon...ange Arthur..." Francis said over and over as he held him close.
Arthur then pushed him away in a furious sort of way, frowning. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He said, confused.
Francis smiled, opening his arms out as he tried to get the other in his arms again. "I should have known he was lying...You're mon husband...Mon petit lapin who didn't want me to make fun of his eyebrows...Mon amour who can't sleep unless I'm next to him..." He was almost out of his demon mindset as he hugged the other again.
Arthur was at loss for words and could barely speak. "Y-You're not my husband...You're not Francis Bonnefoy..."
Francis tilted his head a bit. "I am. You're Arthur Kirkland, aren't you?"
Arthur looked at him in fury. "Who said my last name was Kirkland. It's Bonnefoy. I'm Arthur Charles Bonnefoy!"
"Your married name..." Francis whispered, running a hand through the other's messy hair. "You are mon husband...Oh I missed you so much." Francis then pushed the other against the bed and started to untie his apron until suddenly the door opened.
It was Alfred.