Hmm, is this fic starting to lack in the Rusame department? I mean I know it's not the point of the fic, just the main pairing, but still. Let me just remedy that then. And we finally make it to the Medium!(Well not really but...you'll see). Let the plot thickening begin!
They'd been gone for far too long. Such a simple task of collecting herbs shouldn't have taken so long. As it was it'd been hours since the two wolves and the Angel had left their group. Arthur knew that Alfred could protect himself; he'd trained the boy for the past two months or so, he knew the progress Alfred was making. He also knew that Francis would protect both boys with everything he had.
Still, as a father he couldn't help but worry.
After the three had left their sight, Ivan had inquired about tales of Alfred's childhood. With a devious smile on his face, Arthur had spilled a lot of embarrassing information about Alfred to Ivan and Katyusha, which in hindsight didn't seem like a good idea, since Ivan and Alfred were together. But he hadn't thought about that, only about embarrassing his son as any good father would.
He told Ivan and Katyusha about Alfred's childhood, his fear of lightening storms and the dark, and though he got over those two he was currently afraid of ghosts, which Arthur found ridiculous considering their circumstances as beings of the supernatural variety. He told of all the times Alfred had had a poor lapse in judgment and the resulting situations he'd found himself in. He'd told of Alfred's dorky teenage years and the years after when they hadn't gotten along the best. All those years actually had a climax, in the very appropriate form of the American Revolution.
Being a dumb and ungrateful teenager at the time(not a biased statement from a scorned father at all), Alfred had gone against Arthur in more ways than one. Arthur had been born in England after it's unification in the tenth century. Since then, despite moving constantly about Europe and speaking a plethora of languages and dialects, he'd always identified as English, and later British.
Since Alfred had been found in what is now present day Ukraine, and given to a wandering Arthur by Katyusha, he'd never truly identified with a nation. Occasionally he'd just say he was English, since Arthur had taught him English first, then other languages.
But when the North and South American continents had been discovered, and Arthur caught wind of very rare herbs there, he'd decided that they should visit and collect as many as possible. But they had to wait until the colonization of the land took place. The British colonization of the Americas and the successful settlement of Jamestown provided them the perfect opportunity to catch a boat and make the months long trip to the new colony.
They might have come for the herbs but they stayed for the beauty. Arthur would always love his home country, but it didn't hurt to have a second favorite. As for Alfred, the hard working citizens, the familial feel of the settlement, and the beauty of the untouched land had really captured his heart.
However, once the thirteen colonies had had enough of the British Empire's taxes and acts, war broke out. On one side the newly formed United States of America and the other the vast British Empire. And like the rift between colonizer and colony, Arthur and Alfred too broke apart. Arthur remained loyal to the crown while Alfred fought for America's freedom. They had chosen their sides and were forced to go through with their given commands.
But one day, near the end of the war, they'd met on a battlefield, disbelief coursing through their veins. Deep down they didn't want to fight each other, but on the surface emotions ran wild and unchecked. Arthur was angry about Alfred's increasingly wild ways, and just wanted his son to understand him and do as told. So he'd ran at Alfred and disarmed him, but had been unable to go through with shooting him. Alfred had looked as if he'd wanted to comfort him, but he also wanted Arthur to understand that he was his own man now, and that Arthur would have to step off and let him live his life.
They'd parted ways and hadn't met again until well after the war had ended and the British Empire had lost its colony. Tensions had gone down greatly, and despite wanting his own life, Alfred didn't want a life without his father. Ever since then Arthur had abided by Alfred's wishes but also played an active roll in his life.
Katyusha and Ivan had been very surprised to learn about this, and Ivan even expressed his wonder about how Alfred felt at that time. Arthur had never cared to ask, as the memories were painful enough with just his side of them.
His tale ended just when they were approaching the house, and when they entered Lovino and Bella were waiting for them. Katyusha and Bella hadn't met yet, and Bella was initially wary of the Demon, but upon Lovino's confirmation that she was trustworthy, she backed down. Bella was Lovino's protector, and took her job seriously. A lot of things in their world wanted seers, for a variety of reasons. They had to be protected and Bella was tasked with Lovino. She'd protect him with her life, just as her parents had protected their charges with their lives.
Some hours passed, Arthur disclosing more information Alfred probably wouldn't want him too, until it was the time Arthur expected them back...only they didn't show. They also didn't show an hour later, and by that time Arthur, Ivan, and Katyusha had started to worry. But their fears were assuaged by Lovino and his promise that all three of them would come back unharmed and with a surprise.
Though the stories had been entertaining and distracting, they weren't enough to make them less concerned about the passage of time and the fact that three people from their group were missing. Surely Alfred and the wolves would have returned by now? And if they'd run into trouble Lovino would have told them, right?
Still, Ivan worried about them. But more so than the other two Ivan worried about Alfred. It wasn't that he thought Alfred couldn't protect himself or others, or that the blond was too weak to be out at night. It was more of the kind of concern one person had for their lover's safety, from all things supernatural and just natural.
Something that baffled him and had been on his mind lately was that sense of worry. For so long he'd been alone with no obligation to anyone but himself(and at times his sisters but he rarely saw them). He cared about himself and his own safety and that was it. But despite wanting to run his fingers through Alfred's golden hair and simultaneously wanting to snap his fragile neck, his concern for his own well being had expanded to include Alfred. And that was a weird feeling he was not used to in the slightest.
It was one thing wanting himself to be safe and happy, but it was an entirely different thing to want the safety and happiness of not only another person but one close to him as well. He and Alfred were close too, had gotten very close in the relatively short amount of time they'd known each other.
So when Alfred was gone far longer than he was supposed to be, naturally Ivan worried, a feeling that only increased every minute Alfred didn't walk through the front door with that wide happy grin on his face.
Katyusha, having accepted a cup of tea upon the arrival home, got up and went to the kitchen. They could hear the water from the sink running before it shut off rather abruptly and she came rushing into the living room.
"They're back," she said happily, walking to the front door. Lovino muttered an "I told you not to worry" but neither Arthur nor Ivan paid him any mind; they were already rushing out the door.
Alfred rubbed his temples as he, Francis, and Matthew walked back to their house. It was late, and cold, and being wolves currently Matthew and Francis didn't feel it but Alfred was freezing through his sweater. He also had a headache, which appeared right after saving the young witch sleeping on Francis's back.
After saving her, Alfred had returned to normal, but almost immediately a headache had slammed into him out of nowhere. Francis suspected it was a form of magical backlash. Having used his powers so suddenly and for only a short amount of time had caused the residual energy to turn back at him, but since it was his own natural energy it resulted in a headache(luckily; it could be so much worse). According to Francis, better control over his powers would diminish the chances of a strong physical backlash. If he managed to gain control, his experience after using just a short burst of energy might only result in a weird tingling sensation, instead of a full-blown head pound. He'd have to consult with Arthur for further and probably more accurate information.
Needless to say, having a headache and freezing his ass off didn't make for a happy Alfred. But his irritation was overpowered by his curiosity. Who was the young girl he had saved, and how did she know he was an Angel?
She had spoken German, which Alfred could understand. He could actually understand and speak fluently a multiplicity of languages, German included. Since he'd been alive for so long it was only natural he'd pick up multiple languages, especially since he and Arthur had been in Europe half their lives.
He didn't recognize her at all. He wondered what such a young girl was doing all the way from Germany, if she even lived there. Her clothing was very strange, so much so that Alfred could say she didn't live in this realm. From her corset like top over a plain long sleeve shirt and plain pants with laced up boots, he would say she was from the Medium. But that in and of itself raised questions. If she was from the Medium why did she speak German, and why was she here, in the Human Realm? What was her story?
"What do you think she's doing here?" Alfred thought aloud, drawing the attention of his two companions.
"I think a better question would be what was she doing here possessed?" Matthew asked. He glanced over at the prone body and shuddered involuntarily. She may not have been the faceless puppet but it was her voice and power which had invaded his mind. He still got the chills looking at her and thinking about the fog-inducing voice.
"Strange as it may seem I think I recognize her," Francis said. "It's her hair style...but I can't be sure. Arthur should know, but if not him then Lovino definitely will."
"Yeah, he knows everything. Do you think he saw us?"
"Do you mean our predicament with the young witch here? I suppose so but he does not only watch us. As a seer he can see the past, present, and future of everyone. It takes a lot of concentration to focus on a few specific people. It is a good thing he's had so much practice. As for if he saw us and told the rest of our little group I can only guess. Since no one came to help us I can guess that he wanted to see us handle it," Francis informed them. Francis knew that Lovino was the type of person to intervene in the lives of others as little as possible. If he truly thought they couldn't handle the situation he would have told the others and they would have come to their aid.
"Well I guess it's good practice, you know, handling a situation like this by ourselves. I'm sure we're not always going to be together," Matthew said. Alfred chuckled and nudged Matthew. "Maybe you should practice a little more then, huh? You were looking a little scared there," Alfred teased.
Matthew growled. "I was just caught off guard, okay? I didn't know what she was. Besides, wolves are great at blocking mind-based magic. I was just startled."
"Yeah, uh huh, I'm sure."
"Boys, please. You're not children. And it's true that wolves are excellent blockers but that doesn't mean you should slack off on your abilities. There will be times in our future when you're going to be up against something you've never faced before, you especially Alfred. You both should always be watchful and alert. I don't know what Arthur and I would do if we lost one of you." He stopped walking and turned to nuzzle Matthew, then used his snout to nudge Alfred's arm up, so his hand rested on his head. Alfred smiled and scratched at him.
"Wow Francis, that was pretty good advice. Maybe you should work on making Arthur give advice like that. He's so awkward sometimes."
Francis barked out a laugh and continued walking. "Yes, I know that very well."
They continued in silence for a bit, each lost in their thoughts. The walk back was shorter than the trip their. The conflict with the girl had drawn them closer to town, and as they now had to carry the girl back Francis couldn't run fast. Alfred also couldn't fly, or rather didn't feel like it. His aching head made him want to do nothing but take a hot shower, or maybe a bath. Oh that sounded divine. Maybe he could get Ivan into giving him a message.
A gentle groan and movement from the young girl had them stopping. In the distance they could see the lights from the town through the trees but for now they would help the young lady.
"What...what happened? Where am I?" She said, her voice feathery light without the distortion from the possession. She looked up at them but didn't seem to be all that terrified. When she really looked at Alfred her eyes widened. "Oh! It's you, you're the one who saved me," she said, seeming to have recovered remarkably well as she slid off of Francis's back and hugged Alfred. "Thank you."
"Uh, you're welcome," Alfred said, hesitantly hugging her back.
"Alfred, I'm afraid we can not communicate with her so you will have to ask her questions," Francis said. "Oh, yeah sure," Alfred answered, then explained when he saw the look on the girl's face. "Oh, these aren't ordinary wolves."
"Ah, so they are werewolves," she nodded her head and went to stand between them, reaching up to pet both of them. They started wagging their tails. "You guys are such animals sometimes," Alfred said.
"Just ask her what her name is," Matthew said.
"Do you mind telling us your name? And what you were doing out here?" Alfred asked.
"Oh of course not. My name is Lili Zwingli," she said,
"Well Lili, my name's Alfred Jones and this is—" He was cut off by Francis barking. "Yes, now I remember! She's Vash's sister, little Lili."
"Vash?" Alfred said.
"You know my brother?" Lili said, then her eyes widened. "Is he here too? Is he okay? What about—"
"Whoa, slow down," Alfred said, leaning down so he wouldn't be looking down at her. "Why don't we find somewhere nice and warm to discuss this, okay? How's that sound? Then we can help you."
She nodded and he stood up and began walking to their house. She grabbed at his hand and walked close to him, probably needing the comfort. She was also shivering slightly. Feeling bad, he took off his sweater(even though he would soon be colder himself)and handed it to her. She blinked and smiled at him, genuinely, before taking the sweater and slipping it over her head.
It only took them a few minutes to get into town, then a few more to walk to the house. Alfred used all his self control to not shiver in the freezing night air, as Lili didn't need to see that, by giving up his sweater, he was fairly uncomfortable.
Katyusha was at the window in the kitchen, in front of the sink. She looked up(she could probably hear their footsteps)and smiled at their approach(as well as see in the dark). She turned away and hurried back into the house, only to come out the front door seconds later.
"Oh we were so worried about you all!" She said, her voice trembling as she continued. "We thought something had happened to you and Lovino wouldn't tell us anything!" She came right up to Alfred and squeezed him in a tight hug, nearly crushing him. "K-Kat—you're crushing me!" Alfred managed to wheeze out. She pulled away from him and patted his shoulders while he caught his breath. She was just about to ask more questions when she noticed Lili giggling slightly behind him.
"Oh? And who are you?" Katyusha asked kindly. Lili peered up at her, able to sense she was a Demon but unafraid of her as she normally would be of Demons. If she hugged Alfred and he didn't react negatively, she must be a friend. And she didn't know why but Alfred just radiated positive energy. If something good like him hung around a Demon she would think they were trustworthy.
"I—my name's Lili," she responded shyly. The nice Demon smiled at her. "It's so nice to meet such a young witch as yourself. My name's Katyusha," she said, holding out her hand. Lili shook it.
Next out he door was Ivan and Arthur, Ivan crushing Alfred in a hug much like Katyusha had. "I-Ivan—can't breathe!" Alfred managed to wheeze out again. Ivan pulled away from him for a few seconds only to hug him again, gentler this time. "I'm sorry, but, I just...I was worried about you," he said into Alfred's hair. Alfred sighed and returned the hug. "I know and I'm sorry about that."
"Well? Is that all you have to say?" Ivan and Alfred broke apart and everyone turned to Arthur, who was standing with his arms crossed. He gave them an expectant look.
"Hey, dad," Alfred said, rubbing the back of his neck, "We're, uh, back! I'm guessing Lovino didn't tell you guys anything?"
"Indeed he did not," Arthur responded. "Did you at least get the herbs?"
"Oh yeah!" Alfred said, then turned to Lili. "Hey Lili, do you mind getting the herbs? They're in your pocket."
She reached into the front pocket and brought out Alfred's jar of herbs, which he'd somehow managed to keep with him during their little adventure. He took it and tossed it to Arthur, who looked unimpressed with the amount. "Is that it then? What were you all doing out there, picking daisies? Bloody fools, can't even pick out a decent number of herbs," he muttered, turning around and heading back into the house. Alfred had the strange feeling of being guilty even when he had nothing to feel guilty for. He supposed that was just Arthur's power; he could make a dog feel guilty for barking.
"Maybe we should all go to bed?" Katyusha suggested. "Come on Lili, you can sleep in the guest bedroom with me. There's an extra bed there."
"Okay," she said timidly. She followed Katyusha into the house, from which Lovino and Bella came out of.
"Leaving?" Alfred asked. Bella nodded her head, looking sadly at Lovino. He seemed sad about something, and also very far off. "He has to say goodbye to Feliciano tonight."
"Oh...why?" Alfred asked. Bella shrugged, then followed after Lovino when he started walking home. "See you guys tomorrow, er, later today!"
They stood watching the two leave until Alfred shivered uncontrollably. "Okay, it is seriously freezing out here." Ivan chuckled and put an arm around Alfred's shoulders, leading him back inside. "Well, I think I know a way of warming you back up." Alfred smiled, the possible sexual aspect of that statement going right over his head until he spun around, cheeks darkening, and nearly shrieked, "Francis!"
The two wolves barked(at least for Ivan; Alfred heard their laughter loud and clear)and walked into the house, a confused but no less amused Ivan and a red faced Alfred following behind.
Alfred walked through the door to his room, relief filling him at the sight of his unmade bed(what was the point of making it if he was just going to unmake it again every night?). He was just about to collapse on to it when his wrist was grabbed and he was spun around, cool lips pressing forcefully to his. He made a sound between surprise and approval, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around Ivan's shoulders. What he missed by closing his eyes was noticing Ivan's remaining open, though narrowed.
The forcefulness of the kiss, not minded by Alfred at all, didn't move past the hard press of lips and sweeps of tongues. But what it did do was extend for a while, longer than Alfred could comfortably hold his breath for. And this was why Ivan kept his eyes open.
Once Alfred registered his depleting oxygen he made a whining sound, eyebrows drawing together as his face flushed. He grabbed a fistful of Ivan's shirt, tugging at it weakly. But despite it all he moaned. Deciding to have a semblance of mercy Ivan pulled his mouth off Alfred's, allowing him to draw in a breath of air. Gasping, Alfred opened his eyes to see Ivan's serious face.
"What...what was that for?" Alfred said breathlessly. He could feel warmth along his cheeks and down his neck. Instead of immediately responding, Ivan pushed Alfred back until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he tipped over, bouncing slightly as he landed on his back. Ivan didn't follow right after, choosing then to ask, "Do you know how worried I was?" He stepped forward a bit until he was standing with one leg in between Alfred's and one outside his. He loomed over his boyfriend while he waited for an answer.
For one second, just one, Alfred saw the Ivan from the illusion, when the man had tried to kill him and laughed doing it. And with that in his mind he asked, "You were?"
It made Ivan pause, the uncertainty in Alfred's tone surprising. He finally bent over Alfred, using his hands on either side of Alfred's head to look down at him. "What do you mean by that?" Ivan asked, a little hurt. Alfred couldn't think he didn't care about him, could he? "Why wouldn't I be worried about someone I care about?" Alfred blinked and seemed to realize what he'd said.
"No I...I didn't mean anything by that—it's just, you looked like...maybe I should explain what happened?"
"I think that would be best," Ivan agreed, sitting down on the bed next to Alfred, who sat up. He told Ivan what had happened, about his first three visions and Francis finding him and the possessed witch he revealed was Lili. Ivan almost interrupted at Alfred's description of the illusion with him but he stopped himself and remained quiet until Alfred finished. Once he was Ivan pulled him into a hug.
"Oh Alfred, of course I care about you. And I don't want you dead nor do I want to be the one to kill you if you do die. I know I already told you something about why Angels and Demons are enemies but I feel there is something else you must know. I do not know what it would be like as a full-blooded Demon, but as a half-demon I can tell you that how I feel about you is confusing. As a human I very much enjoy your company. I want you by me all the time so I can see this gorgeous face so full of warmth and happiness. I don't want there to be any trust issues between us Alfred, so I am going to tell you that the Demon side of me, plain and simple, wants you dead."
"D-dead? Like, dead dead?" Alfred asked, tone...well not exactly chipper. He'd just been told a side of his boyfriend wanted him dead, by his boyfriend. He had the right to be a little freaked out. Ivan nodded.
"Yes. But what I want you to understand is that those feelings are not voluntary. They are not something I can control. Being part Demon makes me want you, who is an Angel, dead, no matter how close we are. But the closer we get the more I can overcome those thoughts. And you should be happy to know that no matter how often I think it I would never act on it, simply because it is written in my DNA. As a half-Demon I know almost subconsciously that I would never be able to take on a full-blooded Angel of Heaven."
Alfred let out a breath he'd been unknowingly holding. "That's reassuring," he said. He rested his hand on Ivan's knee and drew in a lungful of air, dispelling it slowly out his nose. "Thanks for telling me," he said.
"It is no problem," Ivan said, lifting Alfred's hand off his knee and bringing it to his lips. "Now, are you still cold? Because I wasn't kidding about making you warm." To accent his statement he started kissing up Alfred's arm, not waiting for his response.
Alfred shuddered from the light touches along his arm, flushing again as he recalled Francis's remark. "N-Now? But, everyone is asleep." He didn't stop Ivan though.
"True," Ivan murmured against the tan arm, pulling Alfred's shirt down off his shoulder to kiss the bare skin there. "I suppose you will just have to be quiet then. If you can that is."
"I can, ah!, too be quiet," Alfred said, his statement ruined by the moan he let out. It was Ivan's fault though, as he'd moved further up to where his shoulder and neck met. He had to slap his hand over his mouth to stop more moans as Ivan thoroughly acquainted his mouth and tongue and Alfred's neck.
Pulling away to whisper, "Let's see it then," against the marked up skin, he turned Alfred's head to kiss him, pushing his tongue passed Alfred's lips without waiting for entrance. Alfred didn't mind though, humming and returning the kiss as best he could. He didn't mind forcefulness and strength at all; if anything it was a turn-on. He may have been bi and liked the softness and squishiness of girls but he definitely liked hard muscles on his guys. It was more because he topped most with girls(though not all the time) and bottomed most with guys(again, not all the time).
Once again moving half-way between Alfred's legs, Ivan pushed him down again but followed this time. He tugged Alfred's shirt up and off, moving from his lips to focus down his neck and to his chest. He could here Alfred's(unfortunately)stifled moans, some louder than others depending on which spot he focused on. He avoided light touches to the blond's sides since he was so ticklish there but did slide his hands roughly down Alfred's front, using light pressure from his nails to create little red lines. Alfred shivered and made a sound between a breathless laugh and a groan.
Keeping one hand on his mouth Alfred moved the other to Ivan's hair as the man traveled lower down his front, lightly brushing his lips along Alfred's lower stomach. He twisted his fingers carefully through the silvery locks so as to not hurt Ivan, forgetting his increased pain tolerance.
Taking the light hair pulling as a sign of encouragement Ivan grabbed at Alfred's jeans and pulled them down but not off. Looking back up at Alfred's flushed face he asked, "Lube?" Alfred shook his head and removed his hand to mouth 'bathroom.' Ivan nodded and got up to find it, ignoring Alfred's whine of disapproval.
When he returned it was to Alfred's lying in the exact same position but his eyes were closed. "Tired?" Alfred opened his eyes and shook his head. "No, just, comfortably warm," he said. Ivan smirked and tossed the bottle of lube to the side for now as he got down on his knees(as Alfred's legs were hanging off the bed)and lifted his still clothed legs over his head to settle between the parted thighs.
He brought his hand up to trace a finger lightly down the length in front of him. "How many times have you been in this position I wonder," Ivan said, keeping his touch feathery light. Alfred whined and bucked his hips slightly.
"Do you mean, ah...do you mean giving or receiving blow jobs?" Alfred asked for clarification. Already it was getting difficult to talk without moaning or crying out loudly. He hoped his not-so-subtle thrusting would clue Ivan in that he needed to get on with it.
Giving in for now he got a solid grip on Alfred's cock and started to pump slowly up and down, occasionally flicking his thumb across the head once at the top. "Both."
Pressing his hand tighter over his mouth and gripping the sheets, he struggled to respond without waking the house with his moans and groans of pleasure. In a relatively quiet whisper he said, "Well I don't norma—hah, lly get blow jobs. It's the other way around most times."
Ivan hummed, that information very pleasing to him. As a reward he sped up his movements, reaching over to grab the lube. Popping it open he poured some directly on Alfred's length, loving the hitch in his breathing most likely from the coldness of the lube. "'s cold," he mumbled around his hand.
"Bare with it for a little longer," Ivan mumbled back, directing more focus to his task. Speeding up suddenly, he continued pumping with a light grip, spreading the lube about Alfred's cock and causing it to slide down towards his entrance, which worked in Ivan's favor but that was for a bit later.
"Ah! You bastard, I said it was cold! And would you get on with it already!"
"Oh? Impatient are we?" Ivan smirked, slowly down until he pretty much wasn't even moving. Just the slightest of twitches was all he offered.
"No~," Alfred whined. Frustrated, he removed his hand from his mouth and lifted his legs over Ivan's head, wriggling out of his jeans and underpants. He scooted farther onto the bed, getting the desired reaction when Ivan followed. Reaching up to grab Ivan's shoulders he used his body to flip their positions, so he was straddling Ivan's waist, his cock embarrassingly hard and red now. "If you won't get on with it then I will," he hissed, unbuttoning Ivan's pants and tugging them down. As his own form of teasing he held off on freeing Ivan's from his underpants, instead leaning down and mouthing along the bulge there. "Mmmm, payback's a bitch isn't it?"
"Quite the contrary," Ivan moaned, gripping Alfred's hair and pressing him down, "Payback is sweet and so very hot."
Ignoring that his revenge was actually pleasing, he moved up, away from the covered length, and tugged the undergarment down. As before Ivan's size amazed him but he ignored that in favor of reaching behind himself, lubing up his fingers with the lube from Ivan's messy hand job, and pushed one finger inside himself, shuddering and leaning forward to support himself with a hand on Ivan's still clothed chest, which wouldn't do at all.
"Take...mm, ah! Take off your shirt dammit," Alfred demanded.
Enjoying the view presented to him Ivan obeyed, sitting up to remove his shirt. Instead of laying back down he joined in, wrapping one hand around Alfred's back and allowing the other to slip down and join the now two fingers already working the blond open. Alfred's free hand came to rest on his chest, the slightest touch of nails sending tingles down his spine. When he pushed in one of his fingers alongside Alfred's two, that hand slid up to cup the back of his neck and bring their foreheads together.
"Your fingers are a bit bigger than mine," Alfred whispered.
"Does that displease you?"
"No—no that ple—ah!—pleases me very, very much," Alfred responded, his toes curling as both of them hit his prostate.
"Ah, please," Alfred begged, "Please, please, please!"
"Tell me," Ivan said, licking his dry lips and narrowing his eyes, "Tell me what you want."
"I...I want..." He trailed off, getting lost in the pleasure. But the movement of Ivan's finger stopping and his other hand holding Alfred's still nearly had him scream out in dissatisfaction. Getting his wits about him he whispered harshly, "Please, I want you to fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckme."
"How lewd," Ivan chuckled. Leaning back he withdrew all touch and said, "Why don't you fuck yourself?"
Trembling with pent up pleasure Alfred raised himself onto his knees and shakily positioned himself above Ivan's waiting erection. Slowly sinking down they both let out moans, Alfred from being filled so thoroughly and Ivan from being enclosed in such a tight heat.
Too eager to adjust fully Alfred started moving right away, lifting himself up until only the head remained in him before lowering down until their hips met. It didn't take long before that tight coil of heat building up inside him had his downward thrusts growing stronger, slamming down on that wonderful, glorious cock harder and faster.
He couldn't fully explain it but there was something about their situation, about Ivan, that he just loved. He should have been more cautious getting close to the man; he should have been more afraid of a half-demon. But he and Ivan fit so well together that he couldn't help but to let his guard down and trust that Ivan wouldn't betray his decision. And he wasn't disappointed. Ivan was always so kind to him, always there to talk to should he need to vent to people other than his family. Plus he worried over him, and though he didn't exactly like it, Ivan had already killed for him. If that wasn't dedication he didn't want to know what was.
Barely able to keep from flipping them over and taking complete control of the sex Ivan just enjoyed the best he could. He let his eyes wander up and down, admiring the muscles in the lean body above him as they rocked together. He observed Alfred's face, how his eyes were closed just barely under furrowed eyebrows. He saw how red Alfred's lips had gotten from him biting them so often. He followed small beads of sweat as they ran down Alfred's neck and chest, which he also admired. He pressed his fingers into the flesh of Alfred's waist, watching as the reddened skin turned tan briefly before fading back to that flushed red. He skimmed his fingers down the blond hairs on Alfred's lower stomach, following them until he got to the bouncing erection, angry and red and leaking precum onto his own stomach. He gripped both of Alfred's thighs on top and allowed his hips to snap up harshly during a lull of Alfred's movements, causing the man to cry out in surprise and pleasure as he angled his thrusts just right to hit his prostate. Then he slid his hands all the way back up to Alfred's neck, gripping the fine hairs there and tugging his head down to ravage his mouth, leaving the blond breathless once he let up, then started the process all over again.
He could tell Alfred was nearing his finish by the increasingly hard thrusts on to him as he pleasured himself so shamelessly. He seemed to have forgotten about being quiet as he let out moan after moan, admittedly keeping them relatively low toned but no longer trying to suppress them. To help him along, as he too was close, he grasped Alfred's previously neglected cock and began pumping in time with his bouncing, wringing pleasured chants of his name from the blond. With one final hard downward thrust that directly pressed into his prostate Alfred came, arching and moaning out his name one last time before slumping over, almost too tired to even keep himself up for Ivan to finish.
The clenching of Alfred's muscles hugging his cock so nicely made it easy for Ivan to finish right after Alfred, pressing up into him before relaxing limply back on the bed. They stayed like that for a bit, breathing fast and basking in the bliss that was orgasm. Though not tired enough to sleep Ivan still wouldn't have minded resting his eyes, especially with Alfred in his arms, but before he closed them he noticed Alfred swaying slightly to one side before jerking back straight.
"Come on," Ivan said softly, pulling Alfred down to lay on top of him, then turning them onto their sides and in the process sliding out of him. He left Alfred on the bed as he got up and, grabbing the blanket resting at the foot of Alfred's bed, wrapped it around his waist as he walked to the bathroom down the hall, wetting a cloth to bring back to Alfred's room so he could clean them both off. When he got there Alfred was already asleep, the blush on his cheeks and neck still visible. Ivan smiled and bent down to kiss his hair, whispering "Good night" before pulling away.
When Alfred awoke it was to someone shaking him gently. There wasn't sunlight on his face like when he normally woke up, so it was either really early or later than when he usually got up. From how well-rested he felt he would go with the latter.
He woke up, blinking his eyes to clear them of the fog of sleep. The smiling face of his boyfriend greeted him.
"Good morning Alfred," he said. Alfred nodded and snuggled back into his pillow, too tired to get up. "No, no. Time to get up. We have a lot to do today."
Making a sound between a frustrated groan and a screech of discomfort Alfred lifted his head up and yawned. He sat up and rubbed at his lower back, which made Ivan chuckle. "Get up and take a shower. You have time for breakfast before Lovino and Bella arrive, if you hurry. Otherwise I don't know when we are next going to be able to eat recognizable food."
"What?" Alfred said, covering his mouth as he yawned again.
"You'll see, now hurry up."
Rushed into the bathroom by Ivan he showered and put on fresh clean clothes, then walked into the kitchen, where Ivan, Francis, Matthew, Katyusha, and their new addition Lili were. Matthew was cooking pancakes(Alfred could smell their heavenly deliciousness from down the hall), Katyusha and Lili were talking over their own plates of pancakes, while Francis and Ivan made light conversation.
"Where's dad?" Alfred asked, sitting at the head of the table opposite Francis.
"Well hello to you too," Matthew said, flipping the pancakes over. Alfred waved him off.
"Yeah, good morning to all. So where...?"
"He's in our room, reading about something he thought about this morning," Francis answered. "He gasped out of nowhere and rushed over to his book collection, flipping through the pages wildly. What he is searching for I have no idea."
"So what are we doing today?" Alfred asked. It was Lili who responded.
"We're going to the medium! Mr. Arthur and Mr. Francis promised to help me find my brother and make sure he is alright." She looked sadly down at the table. "I hope he's okay. I don't quite remember; everything's gets fuzzy when I think about it."
Alfred blinked, looking around to see if anyone else was surprised at this information. A quick scan showed that no, everyone seemed aware of the situation. Great.
"Ah, what happened?" he asked sheepishly. He guessed he slept longer than he thought.
"Me and my brother were attacked by a giant bug monster that sucks the magic out of magic users like me and him. We were doing okay for a bit but then I blacked out and when I woke up the bug and him were gone, and not only that but I didn't recognize my surroundings at all. I walked for a little bit before I blacked out again, only to wake up and see you." She looked over at Francis and Matthew. "Mr. Francis and Mr. Matthew said I was possessed and that you saved me. You must be a very powerful mage to have been able to do that."
At this Alfred looked confused and glanced at Francis and Matthew. Matthew shrugged and turned back to breakfast while Francis smiled. "That's right, he is very powerful but also a very rare type of mage." Francis gave him a knowing look and Alfred realized that, though she'd called him an Angel apparently she had no recollection of doing so and also didn't know he actually was an Angel.
"Well I'm glad you did save her," Katyusha said. "She is an absolute delight to be around!" Lili blushed at the compliment and smiled at Katyusha. "Thank you Ms. Katyusha. I enjoy being around you as well. You are a very kind Demon; I've never seen such a thing but I'm glad it's you who is nice." She turned to Ivan. "And you as well Mr. Ivan. For Demons you two are very nice."
"Why thank you, Lili. And there is no need to be so formal. We are all friends here, you can call us by our names," Ivan said. Lili seemed thrilled. "Really? Well alright then, if you all think so?" Everyone nodded.
Matthew put a plate down in front of Alfred, causing him to let out a whoop of joy. Suddenly feeling ravenous he attacked the poor, defenseless stack of pancakes. Looking on in mild fascination and disgust, Matthew said, "You have the table manners of a wild animal, and I'm part wolf. How do you not choke?" Alfred shrugged and mumbled, "Skill" around the food in his mouth.
Arthur came in at that moment, a thick book in his hands. He barely looked up at everyone before he sat at the only available seat next to Alfred and Ivan. He took one glance around the table and did a double take when he saw Alfred eating.
"My God, would you slow down? Are you trying to kill yourself?" Alfred rolled his eyes but obeyed anyway. Arthur sighed before addressing everyone. "Lovino and Bella will be here in about thirty minutes, so I will take this opportunity to run down our schedule, or at least what it looks like as of right this moment. When we arrive in the Medium Lili will lead us to her and Vash's home where we will check up on him upon Lili's request. If this creature was successful in taking Vash to its layer to feed then we will track it down and kill it. Once that is dealt with we will go visit my friend and mentor for further guidance on our quest. He will hopefully be able to direct us to our next destination. Any questions?"
"Yeah, what's the huge book for?" Alfred asked. Arthur looked down at it and read quickly over something before answering. "This is a book which I think has potentially helpful information. It all depends on what condition Heaven is in. You see, Angels are not the only beings to live and thrive there."
Everyone but Katyusha had a surprised look on their face. Turning to her Arthur asked, "You know what I speak of?"
She nodded. "I have only ever seen Angels and Sprites but I know that there are two other beings that live there. Or lived there; there are no more Angels but I do not know about the fate of the others."
"Right, yes, you are correct. Along with Angels there are three other types of Holy beings that inhabit Heaven: Sprites, Divines, and Guardians."
"Ooohhhh," Ivan said, "Are they the opposites of the creatures of Hell?"
"Yes. As Heaven and Hell used to be opposites, so too were the creatures that lived there. In Heaven are the Holy: Angels, Guardians, Divines, and Sprites. In Hell are the Damned: Demons, Behemoths, Accursed, and Imps. Each Holy being had powers opposite of their Damned counterpart. Of course, with the extinction of Angels the balanced has tipped and truthfully I have no idea how that has affected the Holy beings of Heaven."
"So...what does this have to do with us?" Alfred asked. It was exciting hearing about Heaven but since he was the last of his kind it was kind of depressing. He wanted to hear about Heaven in its prime, not about its downfall.
"Well, I believe that we are going to have to go to Heaven eventually, and it would be best if we were suitably prepared. The beings of Heaven are said to be the most benevolent of all others but I do not know if that holds true to this day. And if my hunch is correct, we will not be able to complete our journey without their help."
"We...have to go to Heaven?" Alfred mumbled quietly to himself. This was something he'd never really thought of. Thinking about Heaven and what it might have been like was one thing but going there and seeing the possible degradation of it was another. It was a big step and he didn't know if he was ready for that.
"Why would they not help us? We have...you know. What reasons do they have to refuse us?" Francis asked, referring to Alfred.
"I cannot say. I'm sure the Guardians and Spites would help but I don't know about the Divines. They have always been too proud for their own good. Without the Angels they might have taken Heaven for themselves. But as no one has seen them for decades I don't know their status." Arthur had consulted with a lot of other mages about this subject over the years. He wanted to learn as much as possible about Angels and Heaven so when he finally told Alfred what he was—or Alfred discovered it somehow—his questions could be answered.
"What are they? Surely if they live in Heaven they must be nice, like the Angels were said to be right?" Lili asked. It may have been hundreds of years since the fall of the Angels but they were remembered in both the Human Realm and the Medium as being kind and gentle souls who helped those in need and always did the right thing. If there were other beings in Heaven, coexisting with the Angels, then they must have been nice as well.
"Well, yes and no," Arthur answered. "Angels were undoubtedly the nicest beings in all the Realms. Sprites I would say are the second kindest. They are little balls of the purest form of Holy energy, and when they take a human form they look similar to fairies, the only difference is that they have no discernible features. Their entire body is made of light and they draw energy directly from Heaven. Guardians would be the third kindest, but they are different from the other three. Guardians are named as such because of what they do; they guard the gates of Heaven. They are huge towering beasts, not unlike dogs, which were in the command of the Angels only. They were said to be fiercely loyal and impossible to defeat, but now that the Angels are gone I know not what the Divines have done to them. As for the Divines, they are the most proud of Heaven. Essentially they are mages who can use the natural energy Heaven produces. But they were never human; they may look human and speak any of our tongues but they think themselves vastly superior to non-Holy beings."
"Wow, Heaven and Hell really are opposites then, aren't they? That is just like with the Imps, dark mages, and beasts of Hell. I did not think they were so evenly matched," Ivan said. Having been to Hell and lived there for a number of years while still in his mother's care he knew well the monsters that resided in Hell. Though Demons were by far the most proud(it was a sin, along with the others, which many of them embodied). And instead of protecting the entrance of Hell, Behemoths blocked the exit from any unfortunate souls dumb enough to either be trapped in Hell, sent there, or wonder through a portal there. Only Demons, Imps, and the Accursed were allowed to pass by them without being teared to shreds. As for the Accursed they usually kept to themselves, corrupted and twisted by dark magic as they were.
"Indeed they were. As I have stated the balance has tipped and the residents of Heaven changed in a number of ways. Though I am optimistic that one of them will be able to help us, especially with our advantage," Arthur said, once again referring to Alfred. He caught the implications that he would be able to provide some great help, but he wasn't sure he could help. He'd never been to Heaven, he'd never seen another Angel, nor any of the other Holy beings. He had lived with humans all his life; what if they refused to help him for being tainted or something?
"Yeah, everything should work out just fucking peachy. And maybe you'll all succeed, but for now all I see is your goddamn deaths," said an irate voice from the door. Everyone looked over to see Lovino and Bella, Lovino scowling at them all and Bella smiling and waving. "Good morning everyone!" A chorus of good mornings, most half-hearted, were her answer. Lovino's scowl deepened.
"Yeah, what a swell morning. Let's just fucking get own with it," Lovino said, turning away from them and pushing past Bella to go to the living room. Bella gave them all an apologetic smile. "Sorry about him. His goodbye to Feliciano didn't go so well."
"It's quite alright. I can't imagine Feliciano taking that information well at all but I'm sure Ludwig will help him through it," Arthur said. Alfred turned his head to look at him. "What do you mean? What would Lovino have told Feliciano that would make them so upset?"
"Alfred, we'll be going to the Medium," Matthew said, picking up the plate from his brother and placing it in the sink. "Think about that."
Alfred thought but not very hard, shrugging and shaking his head. "It's very simple," Arthur said, shutting his book and standing up, causing everyone else to as well, "Going to the Medium with a task like ours does not guarantee a safe return, or a return at all. Lovino pretty much told Feliciano that they may never see each other again, and with how rotten Lovino's mood is, they just might not."
Following everyone into the living room, the impact of how monumental their adventure was going to be hit Alfred. It was true that they might not return, or return without loved ones. He hadn't thought about it but this wasn't some video game where everything turned out alright and everyone had extra lives. They had one life and if they weren't careful they could very well lose it.
"Now," Arthur said, "Since everyone has been to the Medium except for Alfred and Matthew we will being going separately. With the small amount of herbs collected during the unfortunate events last night it would be better to travel there in a small group. Alfred and Ivan will go together and Matthew and Francis will go together, using the standard transportation through a portal. Everyone else I'm assuming has a way to get there?" He looked around and got nods from those he had not mentioned. "Great."
Walking over to Alfred and Matthew he handed them both a small cup filled with a green colored liquid. He then walked over to Francis and accepted a pack. Alfred noticed that his fathers, Matthew, Lovino, and Bella had packs as well. "Here."
He turned to Ivan, who had a backpack in his hands. "This is for you. It is enchanted to hold more than it looks like it can carry. There are clothes as well as hygiene supplies in there."
"Thank you," Alfred said, taking the pack and slinging it over his shoulder. He hadn't even thought about making a pack. It didn't really register that they wouldn't be returning home anytime soon. "But what about you?"
"Katyusha has a house in the Medium which has everything we will need. I will be fine."
"Oh, okay then."
"Right, is everyone ready?" Arthur asked. "Alfred, Matthew, you should drink the potion now."
They did, faces crinkling up in disgust. "Ugh, it tastes like dirt!" Alfred complained.
"Well what the hell did you expect from plants, cherry?" Lovino sneered. If he wasn't in such a shitty mood he might have laughed at their misfortune.
"Here, take this bottle and throw it to the ground at your feet. Also, maybe you should bend your knees," Arthur instructed, handing a bottle to Ivan and Francis. Ivan looked to Alfred. "Ready?"
"I guess," Alfred said, standing closer to Ivan. Ivan threw the bottle at their feet, a weird tingling feeling instantly filling his body as the world swirled into a multitude of colors before whiting out.