In this one, Artie = Sweet Devil and Arthur = Britannia Angel. Also, last Iggycest one. :)


Pairing: UKcest (Sweet Devil and Britannia Angel)

Angst

Arthur walked amongst the humans in one of their large cities. At least, he moved among them – his feet were not touching the ground. Instead, his pure white wings beat ever so slightly, propelling his floating form forward in an effort to keep clean. He glanced at a lying man, telling his wife that he had to work late the next day. A teenager was shouting at his parents, the argument riveting some of the people passing by.

It disgusted Arthur.

"Awful, isn't it?" said a voice from an alley. Arthur glanced over and saw his demon equivalent grinning back at him. The demon was wearing all black, his trousers provocatively tight, his top slightly unbuttoned. His horns protruded from his red hair and the dark scaly wings behind him were folded. A black tail swished round to point at the humans walking by. "They are neither pure nor evil – despicable creatures, really. I'd love to pull them all down to hell..." He licked his lips. "Of course, I have to satisfy myself with corruption. I take it you purify them while you're down here?"

Fluff

Artie opened the door of the house he and Alfie had appropriated to find Arthur standing there, a scarf in his hands. The demon stared at him in disbelief. He had let the angel go instead of killing him and now he was putting the demon in a position in which he would have to kill the wand-wielding twat. The angel held the scarf out to Artie.

"I made this for you," he said, blushing. "I- You said that you had gone into your path of being a demon because no-one ever cared for you. W-Well… I want to save you. I will save you. And to start it off, I knitted this for you – without magic." He smiled happily, waiting for the demon to accept the present.

Humour

When the smoke cleared from the demonic and angelic magic, Arthur was horrified to realise he had shrunk. He glanced at the full-length mirror which was in the room and hurried over. He froze as he saw Artie emerging from the smoke, also hurrying towards the mirror. He, too, froze. They both stared at each other, realising, with relief, that they were both the same height as the other.

However, as they stepped in front of the mirror, they could instantly see that they were smaller than they should have been. The tiny little angel, Arthur, still had his wings, halo and wand, but they had all shrunk, too. The demon, meanwhile, had stubs where his tail and horns should be. Artie flapped his wings to discover that he could, in fact, use them for flight. He hovered a foot off the ground before landing again with a slight 'oof!', unused to his off-balanced anatomy.

Smut

Arthur soon found himself sprawled on the bed, his toga barely covering him, his wings splayed, his wand thrown from his hand. "Dammit!" he exclaimed, trying to rise. The demon, however, clambered on top of him, pinning him down. His tail swished round and caressed the angel's face as he grinned down at him.

"Never had sex with an angel, love," he said, a slight purr to his voice. "But, I suppose, there's a first time for everything, right?" One of his hands shifted position and, suddenly, Arthur felt it moving up his inner leg, over his knee, along his thigh. Finally, he gasped as it drew closer to the part of his anatomy he had never paid attention to before. He was confused by his reaction but he didn't have much time to think about it as the demon laughed at him.

Au/Crossover (Supernatural)

Arthur looked at the knife the man was brandishing at him. He frowned a little before glancing at his demonic companion. He would have liked to have been with him but he had no choice. Artie the demon, meanwhile, was grinning at the second, taller man who also held a knife. His tail swished around behind him in his excitement.

"What are you two?!" snapped the shorter one who was still looking at them warily.

Arthur blinked. "I am an angel – hence the wings and halo. Really now, are all Americans this stupid? Do you think they are, Artie?"

"In my experience, yes. Except for Alfie."

"Oh, great, they're British. Listen, dude – there is no way you're an angel. Angels don't go around with wings and halos! They wear a meat suit!"

(Hotel)

Arthur, the receptionist, sat patiently at his desk, waiting for customers or for someone to call. He surveyed the huge entranceway. It was decorated with a relaxing forest green, pastel green drapes decorating the walls. The dark green of the shag carpet was inviting and often made the angel want to lie on it comfortably. The chairs in the waiting area were large and comfortable. The tables were adorned with various trinkets and a few magazines designed to entertain their expected guests.

Then he glanced at the door and scowled lightly. The porter was his demon equivalent, Artie, who was currently lazily reading a porn magazine as if it was nothing. His black tail swished behind him and Arthur dearly wished he could tug it and tell him off. He restrained himself, pretending he hadn't noticed the magazine – after all, half of their clientele would prefer being greeted by a demon than an angel…

Kinky

Arthur the angel was in the library. He had followed the man he was supposed to be protecting inside and was now sitting a little way away, invisible to all bar supernatural beings while he watched his charge read. Thus, he was a little startled when he heard a voice whisper in his ear.

"Hello there, Arthur," said Artie, a mischievous tone to his voice. He was directly behind the angel and Arthur looked up scowling.

"What do you want?" he demanded.

"Oh, nothing," said Artie, simply in a sing-song voice. Arthur immediately knew this was a lie as Artie's tail snaked its way underneath his short toga…

Fetish

Artie grinned. "Of course I can," he said. With a click of his fingers and a flick of his tail, chains came from nowhere, pinning Arthur to the ground. Arthur gasped in alarm as his wings were caught up in them, causing him pain.

"W-Wait!" he gasped. The demon ignored him. Instead, Artie straddled his stomach, smiling evilly down at him. Using his hands, the demon began to stroke the angel's wings, knowing this was an angel's most sensitive feature. This turned Arthur on and he stifled a moan. Artie grinned as his tail began to probe under the angel's toga and between the cheeks of the angel's backside…

Hurt/Comfort

Arthur felt the blade slice through one of his wings and he gasped. Wincing in pain, he tried to keep afloat but the injured wing had flopped down, no use to him. His other wing flapped desperately trying to keep him from plummeting several feet to the ground.

It was no use.

As he started to fall, he stared up in horror at the demons who were winning the battle. They became smaller as he got further from them. Just as he expected to hit the ground, he felt a jerk and he was suddenly hanging upside down in mid-air. He looked up and stared as he saw his demon equivalent holding onto him, his wings flapping hard to keep them both in the air.

First Love (Continued from previous genre)

Arthur stirred and began to sit up before feeling a hand on his shoulder, pressing him down. "Don't move," said a rather familiar voice. "You've been seriously injured." Arthur opened his eyes, gazing up at his Samaritan in relief. However, his saviour's face was shrouded in darkness.

"Thank goodness you found me, then," he murmured, his heart swelling in gratefulness and love for this human.

"I didn't find you," said the man, his tone rather annoyed. "I caught you in mid-air, you idiot!" The demon's face came into the light as he leaned forward, inspecting the angel's wounds. The angel yelped in surprise and tried to back away.

Fantasy

"Hello," said the angel, bowing his head slightly. "My name is Arthur. I will be your guide from now on."

The human gazed up at him before starting as he felt something rubbing against him. He spun round to find a man who looked similar to the angel but with red hair and black horns, wings and tail. The tail waved at him as the man grinned a little. "And I'm Artie – I'm your other guide."

Horror

The angel gaped at the room, painted with blood. Body parts were everywhere. Feathers littered the floor, sticking to the blood. Some heads were nearby; their mouths open in screams, their eyes wide with terror. Arthur flapped his wings, raising himself well above the dirtied floor. He would still have to go through this room to reach his charge on the other side of the room. He hoped he was still alive.

Halfway across the horrific scene, the angel spotted movement and looked up. The demon, Artie, was there. Arthur glared at him; Artie stared back with a smile.

"Do you like my handiwork?" he finally asked, gesturing at the room, his blood-covered hand still dripping. He noticed this and raised the hand to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick at it.

Adventure

"Look!" exclaimed Arthur, pointing with his wand. "The humans have found it!"

Sure enough, as Artie looked towards where Arthur pointed, the demon could see the small silver box being lifted by an old man who had stopped his cart nearby. The man shook the box and listened, then tried to open it. After finding he could not do so, he placed it on his laden cart and began to push it away.

"Quick!" snapped Artie. "After him!" The two beings, usually at odds with one another, both manoeuvred into a downwards position and began their dives, gaining speed as they did so. Both the angel and demon kept glancing at each other, trying to be faster than the other.

USTUnresolved Sexual Tension

Artie grinned as he noticed Arthur's discomfort at his appearance. Artie didn't care but he smirked as the angel curled up a little more, making sure to cover himself up. The angel's wings fluttered nervously behind him and his hands fiddled with the wand in his hands.

The demon's attitude suddenly changed, though, as he noticed that the angel was stroking the shaft of the wand unintentionally. Artie suddenly wished that Arthur was doing that to him. His eyes widened before he blinked and smirked. If he could make the angel do such a thing, his mission would be complete, surely. But he would have to tread carefully or risk frightening the naïve creature away…

Future

Arthur lay sprawled beside the naked demon. Artie, in turn, was snuggled beside him, satisfied. Arthur looked towards him before gazing up at the ceiling. "Artie…" he said quietly in an effort to get the demon's attention. The demon raised his head slightly in response. "This can't go on…"

"What do you mean?!" exclaimed Artie, sitting up quickly. His wings flapped angrily behind him and his tail twisted around his waist as if trying to comfort him.

The angel sat up to, his wings folded sadly behind him. "We will have to part ways again and, this time, I don't see how we will have any reason to come to this world again. This world is changing – and so is the hierarchy of Heaven. I may not be sent down here again…"

Suspense

Arthur was watching over his charge. His charge, in turn, was acting strangely. The angel was confused. He had watched him buy numerous strange things in the last few days. This thing – a kitten – was the strangest yet. The angel knew fine well that the human could not afford to look after an animal. He watched the human bringing out the other things and placing them on the bed beside the kitten. Then he left the room and returned. Looking round nervously, unaware of the hovering, invisible angel, he pulled a knife from his waistband.

Immediately, Arthur realised what was going on. With a gasp, he swooped down and gently knocked the knife from the man's hand. The man was astonished but, presuming he had dropped it, he picked it up again. Arthur, meanwhile, panicked. How could he save the kitten and the soul of his charge without showing himself as was the Angel's Law? He watched helplessly as the man advanced to the bed.

Both were quite unaware of another pair of eyes watching them, grinning at the angel's discomfort…

Death

Arthur reached for Artie. The demon flapped his fading wings once more and grabbed hold. Arthur pulled the demon towards him and held him gently, smiling lightly. He leaned forward and kissed the demon. "I'm sorry Artie. I love you…"

Artie nodded. "I know…" The two of them melted into each other as they both faded, sparkling stars whooshing away into the night.


Arthur's eyes flew open and he sat up, his eyes wide. Gasping, trying to catch his breath, he held a hand to his heart. These dreams had really taken it out of him the past few days. He didn't quite understand what they meant either…


The Death bit – Arthur is actually a human made from combining Arthur and Artie's dead souls. Something like that…