Chapter 8

The next day Francis kissed Arthur's sleeping head and got up to get ready for school. As he was getting dressed, Arthur woke up and sighed. "Can't you stay home today? I can't go for obvious reasons."

Francis just sighed and smiled. "Arthur, I have to go to school. But it won't be too bad, it's just a few hours."

"A few? That's six hours. Besides, I just woke up from the dead. I demand you stay in bed and hold me." he told him, crossing his arms and blushing.

"Oh you demand it do you?~" Francis laughed a bit.

"Yes." he blushed more. "But if you really feel like school is more important you can go ahead and leave me." he told him, jokingly trying to guilt Francis into staying.

He just laughed softly and sat back down, tickling his side a bit and causing Arthur to squeak and giggle. "If you demand it, I have to stay don't I?~" he laughed and Arthur smacked his arm.

"Well don't tickle me! You know I hate that." he lied and Francis saw right through it.

"But it makes you laugh!" he laughed and gently tackled him to the bed to tickle him more. Arthur started laughing more as he was tickled. "And I just love your laugh~ It's one of the things I fell in love with and it's so easy when you're naked like this mon amour~" he told him and Arthur's face went red. He smirked a bit and lightly tickled just under his stomach and above his lap, causing Arthur to let out a small sound and smacked his arm lightly.

"That does more than tickle frog." he told him, catching his breath and still giggling a little.

"Oh, it does?" he smiled lovingly and gently leaned down to kiss there.

Arthur breathed out another soft sound. "Y-Yes, it does…" he told him and ran a hand through that soft blonde hair.

"Well, do you want me to kiss you here more?" he asked and gently brushed over there with his lips.

Arthur covered his mouth to hide a little giggle. "If you want to…" he said softly.


The first bell for class to start had already came and went while Francis was busy doing wonderful things to Arthur with his mouth, and Antonio got worried. He knew Francis wanted to kill himself and wanted to do it soon, so when he didn't show up to school his mind went for the worst. He decided that maybe he was just running late, so he gave him a few more hours to get there. By the time lunch rolled around and he wasn't there he decided to ditch the rest of the day and go over to Francis's house to check on him.

He walked into his house since Francis's dad was asleep and he had a key anyway. Him and Gilbert would occasionally "kidnap" their friend to go out and have fun. He walked upstairs and knocked on Francis' door. "Francis? Are you doing okay?" he asked in a worried voice.

Francis and Arthur were busy being in each other's arms and teasing each other playfully with little kisses and a few more tickles. When Francis heard the knock and Antonio's voice he realized he must have accidentally worried his best friend sick by not showing up at school. "I just have to let him know I'm okay." he told Arthur in a whisper and kissed his head. He nodded and hid under the sheets. Francis got up and opened the door just enough to poke half of him through. "Hey, Desole, I just wasn't feeling too well so I didn't come to school." he told Toni with a small smile and fake cough.

Antonio gave him a disbelieving look. "You're faking sick? To me? What the hell Francis? I was worried you were dead!"

He got a little nervous and laughed a bit. "Oh. Right. Well you don't have to worry about that, I'm fine." he told him and that just made Antonio even more confused.

"The other day you wanted to kill yourself and now you're fine? Francis, did you forget that Arthur is gone?" He glanced into his room a bit to check that Arthur was still hiding and Antonio caught it. "What's in your room?" he asked.

"N-no one." he told him quickly and Antonio sighed, pushing past him and walking into his room.

"Francis, are you trying to get over this through sex? You know that never works, you always just end up feeling worse." he told him. "You know they could never be…" he stopped himself when he saw a tuft of messy blonde hair coming out of the blanket. "...A-Arthur?..." he asked quietly and pulled it down enough to see the blonde man who still looked like he'd been through hell and back.

"Um, hello Antonio…" he said awkwardly.


First there was anger, thinking he faked his death, then after both him and Francis trying to explain it Antonio had calmed down and sat on the bed next to them. "So you're a zombie now?" he asked Arthur, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Well I don't want to eat Francis's brain. Or suck his blood so I'm not a vampire either." he told him. "I honestly don't know what the hell happened or what I am now. As far as I know I'm still one hundred percent human." he told him. "I'm sure I could look it up if I could get into my room with none of my brothers noticing. If they knew I sold my soul to a demon Aleister would kill me again."

"They wouldn't have the same reaction as us?" Francis asked curiously and Arthur shook his head.

"They know all about the supernatural too. One of my brothers is even dating a witch boy." he told him.

"I'm sure they would understand then." he told him and took his hand. "I can go with you if you need me to." he said and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Arthur smiled and blushed a little. "Alright, only if you come with me though."

Antonio smiled a little. "I'm glad you two are finally together. Even if it almost killed both of you." he said with a small laugh. Francis lightly hit his arm and laughed a little too.


((So this is an apology chapter so you get fluff and a bit of sexy things. Please tell me if I use too many "~" with France, it's how I do his happy flirty voice.))