(Hello, story admin here. Thank you all for the good feedback and I've changed my writing style so that it's easier to read. I'll break up paragraphs in earlier chapters if you prefer. Sorry for being slow once again. My roleplayer is taking a break so I've lost a bit of inspiration to write this. And they won't reply until school starts again. It makes me sad because they are my favorite roleplayer ever. Next chapter will also be long
Alfred F. Jones, a demon and also the personification of gluttony had heard from Antonio and Gilbert that Francis was harboring an odd slave with a blindfold. Him and Francis would sometimes team up on Angels for three-ways or to torture them so he wasn't at the door for a good manner. He kept hearing the chiming of Antonio's voice in his head.
"Alfred, amigo, I swear that slave acts just like Francis's old husband."
He opened the door without even knocking and smirked when he saw Francis and his winged slave making out on the bed. He saw where Francis's hand was going and he smiled. "Hello Francis!" He yelled loudly, almost forcing them to stop. Francis let go of Arthur as he was startled and got off of the bed. "Alfred." He growled.
Alfred smirked a bit mockingly and closed his eyes, speaking in a serious tone. "The other demons told me that you have been acting weird with your slave."
Arthur heard and covered himself with the blanket, noticing his apron fell off and he was bare. He covered up his groin as much as his lost vision would allow and felt better.
Francis was still furious with Alfred and sighed. "What about us?" He asked, frowning.
Alfred shifted a bit and opened his icy blue eyes behind the rims of his glasses. "Pride and Greed were just telling me how you were acting weird and how there's no moans or even screams." He said, shaking his head.
Now there was one thing about Alfred that both Arthur and Francis forgot. As a human he was completely in love with Arthur even if he was married and had Peter. He tried hard to get with the Englishman all of college and even as a child but Francis took the opportunity and prevented him. And even when he was the best man at the wedding, he wanted to steal the kiss to Arthur and take his honeymoon for himself. Eventually he found himself a boyfriend named Matthew, but he still was completely in love with Arthur. He was jealous of Francis and didn't even like Peter and found him a nuisance. He didn't know why he disliked Peter so much, but he had his reasons. All he was glad is that Peter got ran over by a car and he tried to score Arthur during the funeral, even if it wasn't the best time.
Francis continued to frown. "Well we were going to have our way until you rudely interrupted us." He stated simply, watching as Arthur shyly tried to cover himself with more blankets. "Just leave Alfred."
Alfred ignored the other demon and walked up to the angel on the bed and rolled the blankets down, causing a squeak from Arthur. He smirked as he ran his hands over the pale skin which healed up from the glass cuts and bites from Francis. "Why no scars? Not even bruises dude..." He said softly, leaning in and nibbling on Arthur's ear before Francis slapped Alfred.
"JUST GET OUT ALFRED!" Francis said quite loudly, startling the other people in the room.
Alfred, however continued his smirk. "I want to see you torture this angel. I want to see him scream in pain.
Arthur shivered and moved away. The voice he heard was familiar but without seeing who it was, it was hard to imagine the face to go with it.
Francis gave a somewhat confused expression but listened to Alfred and got out a box of torture items. It hit the ground heavily with a clinking noise of iron and steel.
Francis then grabbed Arthur roughly and threw the English demon to the ground, smiling a little. He then grasped a whip and striked the Brition right over the chest.
Arthur's breathing became roughed and he screamed in pain, hating how Francis suddenly became demonic and not loving like he was.
Francis kept up the whipping until Arthur had enough red marks on him.
Alfred licked his lips and searched through the box of torture items before taking out a butcher knife. "Hey Francis." He said, running his hands against it. "You should make the pathetic angel hurt himself." He said, listening to Arthur's uneven breathing.
Francis smiled and put the whip down. "Why not?" He asked softly as he took the knife from Arthur and slid it into his hands. "Hurt yourself for me, petit ange. Just do it." He growled.
Arthur felt the knife and was about to cut his arms but Alfred kicked him from behind and the knife slipped and jammed itself right under Arthur's ribs, causing the Brit to scream and cry out in pain. He sobbed a little before taking the knife out and cutting deep into his collarbone and chest, then tossing the knife away and collapsing onto the ground.
Alfred and Francis watched with sick smiles on their faces.
"Seeing you in pain is turning me on." Francis said steadily as he gripped Arthur by his hair, forcing him to his hands and knees. He was already hard as he threw his pants and boxers down and pushed his member into Arthur's mouth. "Suck." He commanded as he gripped his hands into Arthur's hair. He smirked as he was instantly greeted by the wonders of Arthur's sucks. "You were always good at this, petit lapin..." Francis whispered so Alfred wouldn't hear.
Alfred was watching Arthur in curiosity. "Ya know...He sorta looks like this guy I used to know. I like had a massive crush on the guy but he was dating one of my best friends. So being the hero I am, I broke them apart after they got married." He laughed.
Arthur choked as he heard Alfred and gagged a little but eventually got back to sucking and felt Francis come with a moan. After swallowing the white, he was pulled up again by his hair and it was Alfred's turn. He sucked harshly, but swore whenever he had to take a breath. He heard everything Alfred said and knew it was about him. He practically hated the other.
Alfred moaned extremely loudly as he kept slapping the other's bottom. God, that slave was good at sucking. It had only been at least a minute until he came and breathed unsteadily.
Arthur coughed up the other's cum and collapsed onto the ground, whimpering and groaning. He was laying in the puddle of blood from earlier and was barely breathing. But he yelped when Francis grabbed him by the collar.
"Onto the bed, mon lapin..." Francis said softly, wanting to start the three way already but Arthur fell out of his grasp and cried out in pain.
"I...I'm too weak, my master." Arthur replied, closing his eyes and crying softly. He felt so abused and practically hated his life now. He just wanted to die right now if it was possible. He shook a little and coughed up blood.
Alfred smiled. "I think he's used up. I'll come back in a little bit." He then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Arthur frowned as he lay there and cried. "Have you ever thought what it would be like to be in my place?! To be practically raped and tortured?" He yelled at Francis, taking off his blindfold.
Francis had a similar frown. "Non. I don't." He sighed angrily. "Put the blindfold back on. It makes me sick to see your false love."
Arthur angrily didn't put the blindfold back on and let it drop to the ground.
Francis pushed him into the bed again and pushed them into an angry kiss before the door opened again and Alfred nearly walked in. "I forgot my pants." He stated before looking at Arthur
Alfred instantly saw Arthur's eyes and eyebrows that the blindfold instantly covered and his eyes widened. "Arthur?" He asked in disbelief. Yes, it had been 500 years and Alfred still loved Arthur.
Arthur looked at Alfred and just barely smiled. "Alfred." He said with a nod, watching Francis get up in fury.
Francis took Alfred's pants off the ground and threw them at him. "WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT KNOCKING BEFORE YOU COME IN?!" He said and slammed the door. He looked back at Arthur only to see him crying.
"What's wrong?" He asked, slowly coming out of his demonic mindset.
Arthur wiped his eyes. "Don't you remember? Alfred was the one that made us get divorced. He used to call you every night and you'd start crying, and when I'd ask you what's wrong, you'd accuse me of cheating on you and yell at me. Then one day you packed up and left me alone so I could die of a broken heart."
Francis stood there blinking and thought to himself for a while. He had flashbacks almost of Alfred's visits and how Alfred would talk to him in private and it would be yelling of how much he still loved Arthur and how he thought Francis wasn't taking good enough care of his Artie. Then there would be phonecalls to Arthur and Francis felt left out when Arthur would hide and turn the volume low. Soon, months before his human death, he would get calls from Alfred...All of them saying he was fucking Arthur each night, most of them as tortuous as possible.
Then Francis left the house...He couldn't take Alfred anymore and believed what he said was true. Arthur had to be having an affair. And after that, Francis went into a great depression.
"Quois? That batard! I'm going to kill him!" Francis yelled as he grabbed his knife and ran outside. When he saw Alfred, he gripped the other and pushed him against the outside of the doorway. He yelled in French at the American before Alfred got what was going on.
"So how does it feel to have his dick in my mouth?" Alfred asked with a huge smirk. "How does it feel to have Arthur pleasuring me." Francis angrily threw the other into the room, trying hard to strain himself and not kill the other.
Arthur stopped him. "Francis, not now." He hissed. He didn't really want them to fight.
Alfred got up, brushed himself off and sat unusually close next to Arthur. He talked to the Englishman with a huge smirk. He told him his powers which was he could make food appear of thin air and if someone besides him ate it, they would be drugged or mind controlled. Then he named the other which was he could eat as much as when he desired. Alfred seemed useless but he actually was the strongest demon, about ten times stronger than Francis and equal to Arthur.
Alfred then made Arthur's hand slip so the other would land on top of him and kiss him, and it happened. Francis in the meanwhile was in the closet, looking for a new blindfold since Alfred had "nicely" gotten rid of the only one.
So there on the bed was Alfred and Arthur making out and Francis still looked. After a while the Frenchman gave up and saw what happened and his eyes were wide in fear.
"Arthur?"
"Arthur..."
Francis felt his healing heart break into a thousand pieces and picked up Arthur by his collar. "Just what the hell is going on here?!" He said in anger, staring at Arthur in fury.
Arthur had been controlled by Alfred and was confused. "Francis, I didn't mean it." He said, tearing up. "Please I didn't..." Tears welled up in his eyes and he suddenly remembered what he was trying to remember. "Please, don't you remember our son?"
Francis stopped. His whole memory of Peter had gone blurry and he couldn't piece anything together. "Non, I don't. And I suppose it doesn't matter. You have that piece of filth Alfred to be your lover!" He spat out, looking at him in more anger. "Give me the ring." He said harshly. "Now."
Arthur started to cry very loudly and handed over the ring, running out and crying
Alfred smiled. "So can I have him?" He asked Francis, about to walk out.
"GET OUT!" Francis screamed. Once Alfred was out, he slammed the door and put his fist to his forehead, crying heavily. He just couldn't live with Arthur hating him again. He spent a while in the room and took out his anger by breaking things and sobbing in anguish. He couldn't have Arthur gone, not now. Not any day, but especially not now. Not now when Francis just reunited with him after years and years of being together 500 years ago. Even if it was 15 years, with 12 of them being their married years. He couldn't even remember much from that. Not even little things like Arthur's favorite color or his favorite song. As he continued to break things and sob out, the sickening image of Alfred and Arthur's embrace stuck into his head like nothing else.
Arthur ran down the hallways, also crying heavily and watched as Alfred chased after him. He wanted to go and hide but Alfred's fast demon speed got to him and he was grabbed.
"God dammit Artie." He said with grit teeth, holding onto the squirming angel beneath him. "It's all my fault, I'm sorry."
Arthur punched Alfred and walked in a fast pace down the hall once he was let free. "It's my fault. I'm not good enough for Francis, all I do is cause him pain and I made his human life miserable. I love him with all my heart but he hates me." He said in a growl. He started to stop crying and wiped away his last tears, still walking off until Alfred shoved him against a wall.
"Look. You go back to him and settle this. You go and get back with him. I can't see you like this. You're hurt by him." Alfred said, grabbing forcefully onto Arthur and forcing him into the direction of the bedroom. After much struggle, they made it there and Arthur walked in shakily.
"F-Francis." Arthur said , looking around the broken and completely demolished room with a sad glance and he sat down on the bed next to a weeping Francis who still held Arthur's ring tightly in his clasped hand. He heard the other speak in a broken, almost unrecognizeable voice.
"W-Why did you do that Arthur? Do you know how much this hurts?"
Arthur winced at the other's words and tried hard from spilling tears. "I didn't mean it Francis...I truly didn't...I love you with all my heart."
Francis grimaced as he handed Arthur over the ring angrily. "It doesn't matter." He said as he laid back and closed his eyes. "I'm going on a date tomorrow."