"From The Other Side Of The Coin With Love"

Note:

F-i-n-a-l-l-y! The flashbacks and backstories are finally done, and we will return to Master and Servant in the next chapter! *yays* I have a lot of ideas for this one, and we will see what it will be in the end... But I promise you, it will be hot~~ ;)

I hope you will enjoy this last part of chapter 4, and the RusEng, that is to come!

Ciaao dearest!~~

Chapter 4. The beginning of an End -Declaration of war-

PART 3.

After that incident, Alfred hadn't been allowed to touch his beloved for over a month. And even after that, it took a long, long time before they had managed to build up their relationship to what it was before.

The whole ordeal had scarred them both, both emotionally and physically. Arthur had for a time, refused to eat and had gotten so thin and weak that he had passed out several times in public.

His closest friends and colleges had been very worried about him, and he had for a time being stayed bed ridden by orders from their boss, who also feared for his wellbeing.

No one was as worried as Alfred was though. Him constantly worrying about his lover mad him physically a ball of nerves and a living wreck. He was also on constant edge and whenever someone deliberately picked on him, he would lash out in anger, causing him a lot of fights almost daily.

But all was well now. Time had healed them both from most of their emotionally scares and they lived happily together, both in heaven and in hell, or in-between.

And now, it was all crashing back to them. He had returned. Him. The man who had left does hideous marks on his lover and caused them so much pain.

He had returned.

But Alfred wouldn't allow it. No. Not ever again would he allow that son of a bitch to ever get close to his Artie, ever again!

He gritted his teeth into a snarl and a deep growl grumbled deep in his stomach.

A cold hand on his cheek made him wake up into reality, the reality being him clutching his gloved fingers into the angel tunic and his head resting on his chest. He must have been gone for a while because, what he could sense was not the same emotional and sad angel from before.

Raising his head and meeting two emerald orbs, the anger he had felt vanished when he could make out a faint smile on his lovers lips.

"Hush dear, no need to get your knickers in such a twist" he chuckled, as his eyebrows furrowed in thought and a thoughtful expression masked his angelic features.

"I think…" the angel pondered for a moment until he turned and met his gaze again, now with an ever bigger and more certain smile.

"What I can see, and understand, this time they only talked. Only conversed. Nothing else."

When the words had sunken in, the devil still had a rather worried expression on his face, expressing doubt but after another true, and reassuring smile from the angel, he breathed out a breath he didn't even know he was holding and turned and hugged the angel close.

Alfred sigh a deep sigh as he took in the angel smell of tea and roses and said softly.

"Really Arthur, that's great news." He leaned back and gave a small smile.

"But I can't forgive myself for letting that piece of scum get close to you that easily again" he snarled, his eyes turning dark. "And how come no one spotted him before he managed to come so far? For fuck sake, he managed to come as close as the oracles chamber without any troubles!" he spat out, his growl growing, and in his head he cursed the good for nothing guards that were not doing their job.

Arthur then began stroking his disheveled and upset lover's hair, in an attempt to calm him. This has always been the dark-haired devils weakness, and as the angel began to stroke that one particular piece of hair that always stood right up defeating gravity, the devil let out a shutter in pleasure and all his fierce features turned soft again.

"Hey Artie, I'm being serious here, wouldn't you stop that?" he managed to get out, without releasing any embarrassing sounds.

The angel hummed in recognition, as if to tell him that he had heard him.

"No." he then answered flatly, as he gave a slight tug on the piece of hair, earning a loud pleasure filled moan, followed by a faint growl.

"Arthur" Alfred more or less snarled out, as he lifted himself of the angels lap. Arthur had no time to react before he felt a presence suddenly very close to his face, followed by a clicking sound of teeth snapping together right by his ear.

He shuttered and his body tinged by the hot breath that lingered on his neck, going up to his ear once more. A faint chuckle then filled his ear, and a pair of lips enclosed on his tingling skin. The angel gasped at the contact and tried to wiggle himself from the devils arms.

A hand then grabbed his wrist and pulled him even closer, pressing his back against his chest.

"Don't you dare, mister" the devil growled fierce fully, but hints of playfulness could be read through it. "You started it, and you will have to finish it"

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Even though the angels recent days had been full of sleep, this night allowed him nothing of that. The angel and devil spent a lot of days and a lot of nights after that in peace. Their thoughts about the incident that had threatened them living as forgotten. The pain of thinking about it was too great, and their happiness seemed to go one forever.

Years and centuries passed, and all was well in both realms. Relations between Angels and Demons were now not as rare, and the two lived in harmony.

The silver haired demon completely forgotten, as if he had slipped through their minds like rain.

But their happiness took a harsh turn when the high and mighty archangel Arthur Kirkland disappeared, as if through thin air one morning.

One angel sworn he had spotted him on the surface after his disappearance, but after calling him out, and not getting an answer, he had tried to catch up to him, only to get an arrow shot in his shoulder, crippled him to go any further.

This story had upset many angels of the higher ranks. Arthur was well known for his well-mannered demeanor and his kind ways towards all he met, and this didn't sound like the angel they knew at all.

They had all dreaded to tell Arthur's lover, the high sergeant Alfred F. Jones, the military chief of command of the underworld. He ruled with a strong but fair hand over the forces of hell. Although he was a very pleasant young demon, his anger was one to be reckoned with.

When an angel had delivered the message of his lover's disappearance, the roar of anger and pain that came from the demon could be heard though out all of the three realms.

After Alfred, in pure anger had broken three columns in the marble castle, he had stomped into the meeting hall while slamming the heavy door open with a force that made the whole castle shudder.

No angel dared to open their mouth to speak, as the enraged devil before them radiated so much hate and power that they all stood silent, waiting for his next move.

The demon snarled as his tail flipped angrily back and forth with fearful whips.

"It's him" he breathed out, a deep growl echoing throughout the room.

"IT'S HIM!" he said again as he raised his voice and yelled out, making a few of the high ranked angels to jump in their seat.

"Who is?" asked one of the angels, that where together with Arthur, one of the three angels closest to god, called Nathaniel.

"Ivan" the enraged devil managed to say though his growl.

"Ivan Braginski of the broken mountains" he voiced out, his face in a scowl and his blue eyes shining with vengeance.

"He's the one who took Arthur" he snarled as his fists turned into balls and he stared up at the high angel before him.

"I'm going to find him, and when I do" he gave a dark chuckle as he turned around and began to walk away.

"I'm going to kill him"

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Thunder slashed through the skies that night, blue, angry and dangerous. Just like the pair of ice blue eyes that went out to war, together with his most trustworthy soldiers, with only two goals in mind.

To find his beloved.

... and kill the one who took him.

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Dum-dum-dum-duuuuuuuummmm...~~