A/N: Wow…so last chapter was shocking. Lets see if it can get worse, shall we? ONWARD:

Gilbert, controlling his speed but not strength, lunged across the bed, gripping Arthur and crashing onto the floor with him, pinning him down.

"Matthew had every right to worry about you, you vampire prick!" Gilbert softly but coldly whispered, spitting on him. He laid his hands on his throat.

"…didn't…want….to kill…him…" Arthur coughed out as Gilbert began tightening his hands around the brit's neck

"Didn't want to kill him? Bullshit you fucking liar. And for the record, you better believe Matthew is finding out about you, Francis, and Allistor." Gilbert reminded, baring his jaws. He moved Arthur's hair form his eyes to see them. He frowned.

"Are…are you crying?" Gilbert asked, now seeing why his eyes had been glassy when he saw him on top of Al.

Arthur snapped his eyes shut and turned his head to the side, tears still running down his cheeks.

"Why are you crying?! Because a demon is about to strangle you? Pathetic…" Gilbert laughed softly.

"…Couldn't kill him…please…" Arthur coughed some more, clawing weakly at Gilbert's hands.

Gilbert slowly loosened his grip until Arthur's somewhat red face returned pale again, except for his bloodshot eyes.

"You're crying because you couldn't kill him?" Gilbert asked harshly, glancing over to make sure said demon was still asleep.

"No, I'm crying because I was going to. I couldn't forgive myself if I did Gilbert." Arthur said softly, not looking into the demon's eyes.

"I know everything Arthur, you were just pretending to care about Al, and you don't give a fuck. When we're you going to kill Mattie, huh? I'm shocked it too you so long." Gilbert took Arthur's dagger from his hand and replaced his hands around Arthur's neck with it.

"I tried to kill Matthew and I hesitated. I couldn't do it. I tried to kill Alfred, and I burst into tears. I could try to kill you right now. I could try and not succeed. Fuck it Gilbert, I could try to kill every bloody person in this castle and I wouldn't be successful because I couldn't do it. Anyone can try Gilbert; it doesn't mean you will get it done." Arthur stared deep into Gilbert's red eyes as he said this.

"Well, regardless if you failed or not, you still attempted. If I had not walked in here, Alfred would be dead." Gilbert said, still debating if he should kill him or take him to Matthew.

"No he wouldn't. If you had not come in here, Alfred would have woken up in the morning in an empty bed, and that dagger would have ended up in my heart instead. I don't want to do this anymore. I've trained my whole life to succeed Alfred's brother and him, and I've known nothing of this world other than that. I couldn't kill them, and Francis would kill me for that. Ha, you think I'd give him that satisfaction? Not likely." Arthur chuckled lightly at the end of his preach.

"You'd kill yourself? Hmf." Gilbert shook his head.

"Yes. So perhaps I should thank you for saving my life. Though, I can personally say that since I've failed my one and only mission, I in fact wouldn't mind if you insisted upon killing me right now. It'd be a hell of a lot better than burning to death, I'll tell you that. So please, by all means, continue with your execution of me." Arthur said, more serious as he let his head fall back and eyes calming closed.

Gilbert stared at the limp body under him and furrowed his brow. Arthur opened an eye.

"Well? Go on. I won't leave this world like Joan did." Arthur opened his other eye and glared.

"I'm going to make you a deal and if you dare question it, I'll kill you right here. You're lucky I haven't already." Gilbert warned.

"Actually I'm unlucky because you haven't, but sure, go ahead with your proposition." Arthur sat up a bit on his elbows, unable to sit up fully as Gilbert still sat on top of him.

"I won't tell Matthew what the fucks going on, but you have to tell Alfred. Once you do, you should leave. You can go somewhere remote, or dance a jig in a fucking field, I don't care what you do with or to yourself after that, but you will leave. And you won't kill yourself, not here at least. Alfred cares about you too much. He hadn't even shown me that damn pond, and I'm his best friend! I hope you know you're going to be the reason for his broken heart, just like Francis was to Matthew." Gilbert said, growling low.

"I suppose I can do that…" Arthur nodded. He spoke hesitantly though; he never had wanted Alfred knowing…

"Francis and Matthew?" Arthur proceeded to ask.

Gilbert sighed.

"What, you didn't think they always hated each other, did you?" Gilbert narrowed his eyes.

"Uh, yes, I did actually." Arthur nodded.

"Well, before this whole clan separation, they were kind of an item. Well, they were, until fighting broke out against vampires and demons in their care and they were forced to take action. Sadly, the first to do this was Matthew, and he did it by, well Joan. He knew Francis had been cheating on him with her and it brought him to make the first step. This caused the clan separation and then you and Alfred were born and it's caused this. You were never to know what had really happened, neither was Al, so don't tell him." Gilbert said.

Arthur sat there, soaking that in. No way in hell had he heard that correctly…

"A…an item? They were…mates? But wait, Francis killed Matthew's dad, wasn't Matthew terribly younger?" Arthur asked.

"You think that matters? We don't age past 20, neither breeds do. Francis is like, 100 plus years old and looks like a young man; I don't think age was the main problem there." Gilbert explained.

"Oh…wow. Do…do they still care about each other at all?" Arthur asked.

"Francis sent you to kill Matthew and Matthew wants his head on a platter, I think that 'caring' shit's long gone. Plus, I'm secretly Matthew's mate, so I'd be pretty pissed if I was to tell you otherwise." Gilbert laughed a bit.

"Oh, right, yes, sorry I had a mindless moment there…" Arthur sighed.

"So…do we have a deal or not?" Gilbert asked, holding his hand up.

Arthur sighed and nodded slowly, grasping Gilbert's hand in his, and shaking it.

"Good. Now I'm going to get up, and don't try anything or I'll kill you. I'm also taking your dagger. Now get back in that bed and sleep or so help me Gott." Gilbert pointed to the mattress as he slowly rose.

Arthur stood and climbed into the bed, sitting crisscross applesauce on it and staring at Gilbert. Gilbert nodded to him once as he strode over and stepping out of the room, Arthur's dagger in hand.

Arthur sighed and looked around the room. Well, it looked like he'd be dancing a jig in a field soon. Ha, what a thought…He looked down at the man still sleeping, how he still was, was astonishing. Arthur shook his head. Good God, he was a pathetic excuse for a vampire. He couldn't even take out a demon. He reached out and slowly stroked Alfred's hair, smiling slightly.

"I'm going to have to admit, I'll miss you liking me. After you find out, you'll hate me." Arthur softly spoke, sadly looking out the large window.

"Ugh…" Alfred stirred.

Arthur drew his hand back as Alfred sleepily opened his eyes, looking up at Arthur.

"D-Dude, why are you up?" Alfred asked.

"I'm just restless I suppose." Arthur said.

"Are you okay? You look like you've been crying man…" Alfred said, sitting up.

"Crying? You just woke up randomly; your eyes are probably adjusting to the lighting." Arthur made up.

"I only woke up because you were petting my hair." Alfred said, smirking.

Arthur felt his cheeks heating up as he gave an embarrassed look to the side.

"Yes well, I was just…I don't know." Arthur shrugged.

"Arthur, I'm really glad I have someone I can trust and tell anything to. You're almost better than Gilbert, but don't tell him I said that, or he'll kill me." Alfred laughed.

Arthur felt each word of that sentence sting him.

"Y-Yes Gilbert would be angry." Arthur only admitted to that.

Both sat there in silence, staring at the wall.

"You still look sad. Here." Alfred smiled as he reached out and hugged Arthur again. Arthur sighed, accepting it. It was after all the last he'd get from him. Remembering this he reached up and hugged him back, pulling his closer and hugging him tighter. He hoped he wouldn't burst into tears again, that was suck…

Alfred after a while pulled away a bit and smiled warmly at Arthur, arms still around him. Arthur looked away from his eyes, staring at the pillow below. He then went to look back, but was shocked to see Alfred leaning in and felling his soft lips on his a second later.

Arthur stiffened at first, knowing how wrong all this was. But he found himself letting his eyes fall shut, and reaching his hands up to hold Alfred's head as the kiss lingered. The moon shining it and leaving the room a light pale blue-ish color seemed perfect to accompany the two men who sat there, softly kissing each other. It felt unreal…

Arthur was a bit shocked when he felt Alfred's tongue run along his bottom lip, but didn't hesitate to comply. It wasn't like the way two hell creatures would kiss though, this was romantic, and sweet, and beautiful. Or at least it felt like this to Arthur…He wished they could sit like this forever as he entangled his fingers into Alfred's hair, felling Alfred's hands running up his back.

Both pulled away for desperately needed air and grinned at one another, resting their foreheads against each other's.

"That felt nice…" Alfred mused, eyes still closed.

"What made you decide to do that?" Arthur asked, still playing with Alfred's hair.

"I'm not sure. I just thought that with the moon, and the moment, and I don't know, I've seen a lot of movies." Alfred shrugged, letting out a warm laugh that Arthur loved.

"I'm sure you have, love…" Arthur said, shocked by his own words.

"'Love'?" Alfred asked.

"It's a British thing." Arthur said, shrugging.

Alfred nodded and then pulled Arthur's head back up, kissing him again, feeling Arthur's tongue slide into his mouth. Alfred found himself starting to crawl on top of Arthur, Arthur's hands wrapped around his neck. Arthur moaned happily in the back of his throat as Alfred ran his hand up Arthur's thigh, then down again to pull his leg further up his body.

Arthur and Alfred pulled away and Arthur turned his head to the side as Alfred softly kissed and then nipped at his neck. Arthur gasped a few times and then remembered something: Alfred was going to hate him in less than a day…he couldn't sit here and make out with him, no matter how badly he wanted to…

"A-Alfred stop." Arthur said.

"Why? Am I doing something wrong?" Alfred asked, pausing.

"What? No, you're great, it's just…I'm not sure that this is a good idea." Arthur quietly explained.

"Arthur I'm not trying to make this awkward, it's just…I really care about you, and I'd hope you care about me too. You seemed to. And, I just wanted you to be my mate Arthur. I don't care if you're a vampire, we wouldn't have to tell Matthew." Alfred said, softly kissing Arthur's forehead, his eye, his cheek, and just going down until he was back at his neck while speaking.

"You…you wanted me to be your mate?" Arthur asked, involuntarily letting out a moan when Alfred slowly and meaningfully licked his neck.

"Wanted? Why are you using pass tense, I think you mean want. I really want you to be my mate Arthur…" Alfred now used a more husky tone in the vampire's ear.

When Arthur said nothing, Alfred continued to lick his neck then nipped his collarbone, and went to unbutton his shirt.

"A-Alfred, lets…lets not do that tonight." Arthur said as Alfred undid the first button.

"If that's what'll make you happy, then so be it..." Alfred smiled, simply pulling him into another heated kiss, resorting to just running his hands up and down Arthur's sides.

Arthur scratched his nails up Alfred back, making the man moan rather loudly against his mouth. The noise was the most arousing thing Arthur had heard in his life…

The two continued to make out on the bed, and eventually stopped; worried their instincts would push them further.

"You promised you weren't going anywhere Arthur, and I can't wait until the day I can rip that damn fancy attire off your pale flesh." Alfred softly said, kissing his forehead, lying back on the bed.

Arthur would have pinned him down and taken the damn boy right then had his mind not lingered on the fact that it wouldn't change anything. He'd still hate him soon. He couldn't fix that…he'd be gone. He'd be dead.

Alfred held his arm up, wanting Arthur to come snuggle with him so they could fall asleep like that. He had always been one of those guys…

Arthur crawled over and laid down, Alfred's arms quickly wrapping around him and holding him close, as if he was a stuffed animal, nuzzling into his neck, he chest pressed against Arthur's back. Arthur brought his hand hands up to hold Alfred's arms around his body, staring sadly at the door across from him.

"Well, goodnight Arthur, even though I personally think it has been already…" Arthur whispered.

"Indeed. I wish it would never end…Goodnight love." Arthur said.

"Goodnight darlin'." Alfred said sweetly, quickly falling asleep afterwards; happy he could hold Arthur in his arms.

Arthur managed not to cry again. He was happy tonight had happened, but also sad it had. This wouldn't change anything, it never would. He clutched Alfred's arms tighter and let a single tear fall down his cheek. He didn't even notice the door crack open.

Gilbert leaned his head in and widened his eyes at the sight before him, Alfred's face hidden in the crook of Arthur's neck, and a tear falling down Arthur's face as he desperately clung to him. Gilbert felt guilt now. How could that be?

Arthur opened his eyes a met Gilbert's, giving a soft smile and mouthing:

"I told you so…"

Gilbert nodded slowly and pulled his head out of the room, shutting the door again and then leaning against it.

"God…" He said, holding his face in his hands, guilt, anger, and sorrow all mixing into one emotion he couldn't describe. Whatever it was, he sure could tell it was totally un-awesome.

"Tomorrow will be hell…"

A/N: I loved and hated writing this chapter. Simple as that. Please review sirs, I love it when you do, you know I do! What do you think'll happen tomorrow? Seriously, I'm asking, tell me. :D Til' next chapter sirs, I love ya'! Cheerio!