A/N: AAAH that took way longer than it should have I am so sorry everyone!

This is chapter 9. Not very long. Sorry. ;w; As before said this is the lovechild of me and my fav partner ever. Just rewritten a tad and edited. But that aside. This is M. MMMMMMM. I don't know how I can state that anymore besides putting spotlights and going MAAAATTUUURREEE. So if you don't like please don't read and please don't flag it and stuff. There are people who enjoy it I think? So don't be mean. As always I appreciate the comments/reviews and love you all~

Now. On to the chappy~ WOO. (p.s: if you spot mistakes please tell me thank you. ((like using Russia instead of Ivan or England instead of Arthur oops)) its a hard habit to break. Oh and grammar and such. I don't have a beta so have to reread it like, a bazillion times myself. As for now, ENJOY!

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Arthur was able to sleep well while holding onto the cat. He woke up early that morning in order to get ready for work, reluctantly letting go of the fluffy demon. Once ready to go, Arthur then went back over to Ivan and kissed him on the side of his head, petting him softly before moving to leave the house. The Englishman wouldn't be kept there for too long so he would be able to make it back home before lunch.

Ivan was purring very softly, still deep in sleep. When Arthur kissed him he mewled a little and shifted before going still again. It felt so comfortable there. It wasn't until a little while after the human left that Ivan awoke. With a jolt he sat up and looked around, upset that he hadn't seen Arthur off. The cat mewled before grooming his fur and cleaning his face, then jumped off the bed to pad out of the room. The demon hoped that his master would have a good day and be home soon.

Arthur was able to bring the work to his boss but then had to sit at his desk and start on other things. There wasn't anyone else there aside from Scotland, which made him a bit nervous. Scotland was only there now to monitor him, though he stayed in his own office, making sure there was nothing else that his company needed to do. They were always busy, but he was the one doing the least work. Arthur returned to Scotland's office once he finished what really needed to be done. The Scottish man took the work from him before checking the time. He couldn't keep the other there for much longer for work.

When Arthur returned home, he was a bit late but it still wasn't past twelve. There were a few burns hidden under his clothes, which happened usually when he was around Scotland alone. Arthur's boss almost always smoked, and the man enjoyed burning Arthur with the cigarettes if he could, using him as a personal ashtray. Keeping that to himself, Arthur sat down his briefcase after locking the door behind him.

At this time Ivan had been laying on the couch, grooming himself more. The feline's ears perked up as Arthur entered the home before the cat jumped off and walked over to greet him. Almost immediately Ivan froze, sniffing the air around the human. "...Master.." he growled, moving to pace around Arthur in a circle. He could smell the charred flesh, something any demon would recognize easily.

Arthur looked down at him, happily picking him up even if he noticed his tone of voice. "What is it?" He asked, trying to pretend that nothing had happened. Sitting down on the couch, he just wanted to relax since he had no work to do for the time being. Petting the cat's sides, he kissed his forehead again, greatly enjoying how fluffy he was.

The cat growled a little before flicking its tail. Arthur's top undid itself and slid off. Ivan then looked at the burn marks with anger. "How dare he mark my master's lovely body!" the demon growled, eyes flashing and glowing a deep purple hue.

"Ah- Ivan…," Arthur cried. A bit distressed as he reached for his shirt. He was trying to cover the burn marks with his other arm, but they were not in just one place. "It's not so bad." He said, trying to calm the bajang down, "They'll go away…" Getting his shirt back, he just kept his chest covered with it for now, not able to hide the few burn marks on his shoulders and neck without his shirt on.

Displeased demon is not the best thing to have sitting on your lap. Ivan proved this by nipping at Arthur before shredding his shirt with his claws. "Nyet. It is not a simple thing. He not only touched, but damaged my master." the demon's growl was a low rumble that seemed to shake the very room. Ivan then pushed Arthur down onto his back on the couch before nuzzling and sniffing at the marks. Still in cat form he began to lick them, giving each small mark a few slow gentle licks so that it would heal. The going was slow but Ivan didn't care, wanting his master's body restored to normal.

Arthur wasn't happy at him for tearing apart his shirt, but he knew how sensitive the demon was when it came to him. Ivan was possessive no doubt, and he had expected him to get angry, which was why he hadn't wanted Ivan to see. Watching the cat after being pushed down, he didn't particularly like the feeling of them being licked by that rough sandpaper tongue. "Ivan…it's fine, really." He mumbled, still seeming a bit distressed.

The cat morphed while still on top of the Englishman. Ivan glared down at Arthur, now in his demonic form, tail flicking in anger. "Nyet. You are not. " he snarled, then returned to licking at the wounds. Ivan was barely holding in his urge to go and kill Scotland. It was only Arthur's words from before that had made him agree NOT to kill the Scot that kept him back.

"It happens often, Ivan…they'll go away." Arthur said, speaking quietly since he figured maybe it wasn't best to tell him that. It wasn't hard for Arthur to tell how angry the other was, and he looked away because he felt guilty for trying to pass it off as nothing. The burns actually did hurt, but he had learnt how to deal with them. He didn't see how licking them would help, but he guessed Ivan was doing that for a reason. Now that the demon wasn't in his cat form anymore, he didn't really have a chance in getting him off now did he?

Ivan continued to lick at the wounds, which were now healing and closing up. Ivan was not happy to find that this was a frequent thing. "NYET." he snarled, a sound that would have seasoned war veterans crying like little sissy girls. "You are MINE. He should NOT touch you! Especially not like THIS!." The demon growled again, finishing up with licking the last wound so it would begin to heal. Ivan felt the need to claim Arthur again, to show the world he was HIS. The demon growled, eyes almost red as his tail lashed back and forth with a strength that, if it had hit someone, might even have rendered them in two.

He flinched slightly because of Ivan's tone of voice. "Ivan…calm down. If I don't let him…I'll just lose my job." He reasoned, not thinking he'd be able to find another that could pay him so well. The Englishman was actually good at what he did, and he knew finding another job wasn't easy either way. The reason Arthur had moved out there to begin with was because he'd be transferred from his previous job and into the one he currently had. There seemed to be people everywhere that enjoyed hurting him, so he had grown used to it before he even got there. Moving to try and sit up, he wasn't quite sure how to calm the demon down.

His master just wasn't getting it. Ivan would have to show him. With a growl he forced the human to flip over onto his stomach, then pinned him there. "You are mine! Only I get to touch master...These others that hurt you...I will make them pay!" with snarl after that he ripped off the rest of his human's attire before growling and biting into Arthur's hip, hard enough to leave a very big love bite/bruise while the demons fangs injected the pleasure giving venom. Ivan was going to claim Arthur, not so gently this time. The demon's instincts were in control now.

Arthur was surprised but he was trying to pull away from him. "Aah…st-ah..op it…" He said weakly, feeling pleasure rush into his body at the bite. A blush was already spreading across his face, and he felt his heart pick up speed again. "D-Don't overreact, Ivan…they were just a few burns…" There seemed to be no way to calm the raging demon, and he was embarrassed but worried at the same time. Nothing the demon did would hurt him, he knew that, but he didn't want Ivan to be so angry.

Said Ivan snarled a bit, lapping at the bite he had made before pulling Arthur's hips up. The demon couldn't even speak properly anymore, too caught up in his anger and instincts. With a low rumbling growl he shoved into the human without preparation. It was tight, almost painful even for Ivan, but the need to stake a claim on what was his was too great for Ivan to be even a little gentle. Ivan's tail slipped around to wrap around Arthur's own length, pleasuring it while he began to move, snarling and growling with each thrust. Without realizing it Ivan's wings even unfurled from the tattoos on his back, making him a very imposing figure to behold. Unfortunately for Arthur there was a mirror on the wall near the couch, so if the human looked he would be able to see everything clearly. Especially the full and true form of the being he had contracted.

Arthur clutched onto the couch as best he could, making a sound of surprise when Ivan just decided to thrust in. "I-Ivan…" He moaned, trying to figure out why he was doing this. It didn't take Arthur long to start reacting because of how good everything felt either. Although if Ivan didn't have that pleasure inducing poison then the Englishman would be in intense pain at the moment rather than incredible pleasure. Catching the sight of something large moving near them, he glanced toward the mirror that was there only to find out the demon had wings. This made him tremble a bit, but only because the demon looked much stronger with them out. He wasn't afraid, just a bit overwhelmed. Not wanting to look at the mirror any longer, he shut his eyes tightly.

The beast snarled again before giving a small demonic howl. He then sunk his teeth into Arthur's throat, gulping at the man's blood while continuing to thrust in and out in a fast and harsh pace. At the same time Ivan's claws raked think red lines all along the human's back, sides, and even his chest. The monster that had Arthur right now was not the normal Ivan, just the gut instincts that made the demon wish to claim his master again and again. Ivan would no doubt feel guilty about this later but for now he was enjoying staking his claim.

The room was spinning. Blood pulsing within his veins as he panted. Arthur was now having a hard time dealing with everything he was feeling. Even if Ivan was being violent with him, still nothing hurt. The feeling of pleasure was taking over quickly, and he already felt like he had to cum because of it. Tightening his grip on the couch, it actually didn't take him long to cum, and his body trembled more. Moaning, he opened his eyes, feeling like his senses were being clouded.

Of course Arthur's senses were clouded. Very much so, with Ivan's special venom. It was what was keeping Arthur from screaming in agony right now. The demon howled a bit while finding his own completion, thrusting in deep as he came. After the pleasure died down so did Ivan's instincts. He blinked a little lazily before realizing what had happened. "Master!" he gasped, pulling out of the human before moving to check the damage. It wasn't too bad, nothing a quick spell wouldn't fix. But if Ivan had gone any rougher he might have broken the human's body into bits. With a little whine Ivan healed what needed to be healed on Arthur's body, looking every bit the sorry and sad demon as he did so. His wings and tail drooped to the floor and his eyes actually looked teary. He knew that under the influence of his bare instincts he could have killed Arthur. Ivan didn't want that!

The human had no idea how much his body would have actually hurt but so much pleasure had rendered him incapable of understanding what was going on anyway. Blinking, he finally realized Ivan was finished as the pleasured feeling faded away. "…What was that for, Ivan?" He asked, slowly moving to sit up. Arthur then noticed the other looked sad, and he wondered if he had been hurt anywhere. Looking down at his body, he soon put his attention on the demon again. Moving over to him, he didn't wait for him to answer before reaching out to hold onto him.

Ivan was shocked but basically clung to Arthur, burying his face in the human's neck. He morphed into his feline form then and curled into a ball, tears in his eyes while the demon shivered. He had healed Arthur but the man would still be incredibly sore. Ivan had even cracked Arthur's pelvic bone a bit but luckily his magic healed the wound. The demon felt terrible and the tears actually began falling. It was almost unheard of for such a thing. It took a lot for a demon to cry.

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A/N: the secret files-(I don't know how many times I have to tell my spell-check that NYET. IS. A. WORD. SKDJFNSDKJFNSDJ)