Okay, so y'know how last chapter, I pretty much broke all of your hearts with the story?

Well, yeah, I have a problem, because I think you might come to my house with pitchforks and torches and be yelling at me sooo...yeah. But I threw in extra crappy smut because I can.

Nothing really to say right now, since I'm really tired for some reason. Wanna go take a nap. Maybe because it's that Time of Month for me, which is never fun. Yeah. I feel sluggish, lazy. It's Sunday, and tomorrow's Monday. Yay -_-

So, I own nothing here besides the plot. And just so no one get's confused, Emil is Iceland, Lukas (Bondevik) is Norway, and Mathias is Denmark. So, read, and enjoy :)

Chapter 21:

Secrets

As soon as Arthur had been out of the memory, he was pushed into Alfred's chest, head being held against the taller male's abdomen and sobs being drowned out by the suppression. The American held the Englishman close, rocking back and forth to comfort his sobbing, wailing form. The pain, as if he was still there in his house with Merlin, had returned to his body, throbbing harshly in his left limb and all over his body. But as soon as the hand of his lover started to stroke his hair and whisper soothing words to him, the pulses slowed down and the suffering of his body disappeared. His body took on a lethargic state and his weeping quietly reduced to silence, tears still falling but his cries extinguished.

"There we go," Alfred whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "It's alright now. I'm right here with you, my Beautiful Arthur. Right here, see?" He traced the side of his finger against his cheek. "Can you hear me, Lovely?"

Arthur nodded; "Mhm." His throat felt sore, only managing a couple of words.

A small chuckle rumbled through him and against the angel, the sound even and deep and reassuring to his ears. "I'll always be here beside you. It's alright now."

"Thank you," the blond whispered hoarsely, shutting his eyes as the gentle thumping of the demon's heart- tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump- drummed itself into his ears. "I…wasn't happy about it, but I'm relieved…satisfied that I showed you that."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Beautiful." Another kiss upon his head. "But now, I feel like I know you a bit more."

The older male's heart throbbed and he let out a sigh that trembled. Those words, he believed at first, would have made him feel uneasy, but the way Alfred had said them made him feel like he was sitting on a cloud. "You're too sweet, my Dearest Love." A smile had crept upon the blonde's face now, and he looked up into the scarlet eyes before leaning forward and connecting their lips without a hesitant move or thought. "You're much too sweet for me…and I wouldn't dare have it another way."

The demon grinned and giggled like a young child, holding a hand out so that their fingers could intertwine perfectly. "I can never love another person any better than I do right now, Flawless Beauty. I know for a fact that…I've ever felt like this for another person."

Their lips were together slowly yet quickly, connecting and moving over one another, exploring the other's body with hands. They enveloped their arms around each other, Arthur running his hands gently in between the demon's wings that caused a shiver. In return, his halo was toyed with by Alfred's thumb and index finger, and that was answered with groaning. Soon enough, with the tiny advances over one another's lips, with small little cries and movements, the tension in the air and the desire for more increased rapidly, and Arthur was soon on his back gasping as the demon offered three fingers to him. With no hesitation, he took them, licking and lapping them up so that the pain he had endured only once wouldn't be as bad. Alfred pressed kisses along his face and neck and hands, moaning into each one he placed on the pale, flawless skin. His hips rolled along the Briton's, and eliciting sounds of pleasure from both.

"I'm going to make another promise to you," the American whispered as he took his hands back after they were well slicked up, and they began their search for the other's entrance. "I want us to be together forever. I want to stay with you for the rest of time. And I'm going to do whatever it takes to get us there."

Alfred's finger went in easily once he ran his hand around it; the Brit inhaled and tried to relax, trying to hold onto anything and instead opting for raveling his arms around the neck in front of him. The hand pulled away from his halo and helped sit him up as a second finger was added, spreading with every other movement that it made. Arthur found himself gasping for air, fingers curling and clawing at the sensation of both bliss and discomfort that the preparation gave him. He tried to speak, opening his mouth slightly, but only forming a perfect O as he was at a loss for proper words. Only small pants and gripes were able to be found that grew when that sweet spot was touched and prodded at. He grunted breathlessly each time the spot was hit, moaning when it stayed in the same area longer than necessary.

"I'm going to protect you forever."

Still sitting up, the large member was placed inside of the angel all the way so that he was full, causing his head to roll backwards and a groan to slip out. The pressure, oh God the pressure was too much for him, ohGodohGod-

"I'm going to stay by your side forever."

The demon's hips started to move upwards, moving in a steady and cautious rhythm. "A-a-ahh~!" Arthur scrunched his eyes shut and leaned into the other, pressing his face into Alfred's neck and sighing as the thrusts picked up. "Alfred…p-please."

"I'm going to love you forever."

"Alfred~!" He forced their lips together and breathed into it, shoving his tongue around the cavern and groaning, his hands pushing their heads together. With the kiss, the shoves became rougher and coarser, eventually becoming uneven. Gasping wildly for air, it was a wonder he even managed a coherent sentence. "I want—to love you—forever," he panted in between intakes of breath. "For as long as—I live…I'm never leaving your side…r-remember that." Arthur didn't quite know what the cause was; maybe it was the sweet, kind smile that he gave, maybe it was his comment; but the next thing he was aware of, Alfred held him tightly as he finished inside, filling the smaller to the brim and causing him to reach his end as well, with a quiet whisper into Alfred's ear. "I-I promise you…a-an eternity…"

The American carefully pulled out of him and kissed him fully, letting his hands ravel into the other's and squeezing them gently. "I'll love you for more than that."

Arthur couldn't help but smile. "And I'll do the same."

The lovers sat in their post-love-making bliss, holding hands and sitting shoulder to shoulder. The time now was sweet and spent with whispered words to the other, who would laugh in turn and then say something even more kind and loving than his lover had, repeating the cycle. Arthur had taken off his garment (which was now covered in semen and smelling rather disgusting) and had Alfred's jacket draped over and around his naked form, zipped up to hide him. Alfred had taken off his shirt and therefore sat without one, but the comfy warmth that arrived from his bat wings was cozy and enough to keep the two warmed up.

"The first time I saw you, I knew I wanted to make you mine," the demon whispered, pressing a kiss against his ear and receiving a hum and a laugh. "And now, I know you will never leave."

Arthur nuzzled his head beside his, and leaned up to talk into his ear. "You are my first, true, and eternal love," he replied back. "I cannot stress that enough, and I will never stop saying that."

Alfred chuckled. "You can take all the flowers of the Surface and put them into bouquets of a dozen, and even then their beauty will never match yours." Kiss. "You're my Thornless Rose, my Beautiful, my Lovely."

"The love of Romeo and Juliet is but a crush compared to whot I feel for you. I love you like no other can love another object."

"My love is longer than it takes for the farthest planet in space to rotate around the sun."

"Each of my one heart's beats in my life are for you only."

The American moaned, closing his eyes and placing his forehead on his green-eyed lover. "I need you, Beautiful…"

"Then take me as you like."

Once again, their lips danced a dirty dance, sliding over each other smoothly. The taller carefully laid the Briton on his back, checking to see if his wings were out on either side of him. Arthur slid his arms out of the jacket, moaning as a warm kiss was smothered over his neck. He whispered his lover's name, hearing it softly echo down the rest of the cavern. Alfred licked up his throat, nipping it lightly as his hands caressed his sides and rubbed over the pert buds on his chest. "I want to own every part of this body…"

The angel sighed shakily, arching up into the touch. "Then steal every part of me."

Their arms wrapped around the other as the blond started to shove his hips upwards, one hand fumbling in between them as he attempted to unbutton and unzip the pants the other was still, for some reason, wearing. Why were those damn pants so difficult?

"Afsakið. Hver ert þú?"*

Hastily, the two broke apart at the sound of a new presence- a demon- and tried to cover their selves, Arthur frantically hiding himself into the leather jacket once again. The Son of the Dark was short, with white-silvery hair that was short and sleek, looking almost natural. His eyes were as red as blood, and there was a lantern in his hand that was dimly lit. His fangs poked out of his mouth, his attire a black undercoat that traveled to his thighs, hiding what was underneath, and ragged pants that were ripped in several places. "Who are you?" Alfred asked, sitting up and fixing himself.

The other demon, however, didn't answer him. "Are you here to see my brother?" He wondered.

"It depends on who he is."

The newcomer's eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion. "Bondevik."

"Bondevik… Oh, Lukas Bondevik!" The American jumped and grabbed the other's hand roughly, shaking it with a wide grin. "You must be Emil, then!"

"Ah…sure." The demon slid his hand out of the rough hold, rubbing it the sides of its skin sorely. "Mathias was going to send for you."

Alfred helped Arthur and then enveloped him in a smooth hug. "Is Mathias busy? I tried before, but there were a few others that he was talking to." He started to rub deep circles into the angel's back, bringing out soft sighs.

Emil glanced down the way he had come, and motioned with his head. "Follow me."

"Um, Alfred? Are you sure we can trust him?"

Hand in hand, side by side, Alfred and Arthur sauntered just a bit behind the other demon. Ever since they had started the seemingly long journey to the very center of the mountain, there was a twist of fear in the latter's stomach. He wanted desperately to go back and lie down forever with his demon, making love continuously until their muscles would barely be able to keep them going and hold them up. And there was something mysterious and strange that he found about Emil. What if he was lying and they ended up in a different part of the mountain and were devoured? Would he do something like that, though, if Alfred seemed to know him well?

"It's going to be alright," the American whispered to him, pressing a warm kiss on his cheek and nuzzling his ear. "I've known these guys since I came here. We can trust him."

"But still…there's something that worries me terribly…" His grip on Alfred's hand tightened, and he moved closer to him. Something bad was going to happen, he was sure of it.

The trio arrived at a large clearing with a breathtaking view of the inside of the mountain, the ceiling extending up and sideways to form a cone, as if they were encased in a pyramid. Various caverns were placed around the perimeter of the circle, carved perfectly into dirt and surrounded by stone. Lights from torches were mounted on the walls, the fire burning a beautiful orange and dancing beside its shadow. A few openings to their left, a light chatter was wafting through to them. Emil placed the lantern down and nodded toward it. "Over here," he informed them, and they started to walk forward, but were prevented from going any further when the demon in front of them stopped them. "The angel stays."

Alfred's eyes widened in shock, and Arthur's stomach churned. Stay away from Alfred? Out here? Alone? What if he was caught and taken? Or eaten? He couldn't leave Alfred, and judging by his lover's face, the Brit could tell the American wasn't going to let him go so easily.

"I don't go anywhere without Arthur," the taller stated firmly. Emil rolled his eyes, a façade of annoyance appearing.

"He may listen by the door if he prefers to, but Lukas and Berwald do not take likely to angels prying in on their conversations unless they approve of it first."

Alfred growled deep in his throat, eyes darkening into a dangerous ebony. Arthur's hands felt too cramped and tight in the usually-comforting hold, and the latter tugged on his hand. "Alfred, calm down," he murmured to him. "I'm fine, I'll be right outside the door, I won't go anywhere. I promise." The words relaxed the other considerably, his eyes dimming and his grip letting up slightly.

"I can tell we're being followed, and I don't want to lose sight of you," his demon mumbled. His voice was faintly deeper, but his normal tone bled through his voice.

"I'm not a child, Alfred, I'll be right here outside the door." He gave a reassuring smile as the American demon looked down at him. "You can trust me, right, Poppet?"

At the nickname he had given him, Alfred smiled and his eyes returned to their pale red. He grabbed his lover's hands gently, placing one to his cheek to nuzzle and the other to his lips to peck. "Of course I can." He weakly raised his lips, and let the hands return to their owner before he turned and trudged to the room that the other demon had gone through. The entrance was hastily closed with a rock that fit perfectly in the hole, preventing only a slim amount of light. Arthur raised his wings up and glided over silently, pressing his ear against the crack in the stone that allowed light.

"Mathias!" Alfred's voice exclaimed, followed by joyful laughs. Wasn't Mathias the one who had told him the story of the Dane and Norwegian?

"Hey, Alfred!" A cheerier voice chimed in, sounding strangely like the one who had told him the story. "Haven't seen you since the invasion. Been having some good fucks?"

Ugh, how revolting, Arthur scoffed.

"That's disgusting, Mathias. No one calls it that," a much more serious voice commented, sounding free of any emotion.

The angel couldn't hide a smirk. Heh.

"Ah, Lukie, you know Jeg elsker dig~!"

"Gå til helvete."**

"I already am. Can I invade Oslo tonight and make it Copenhagen~?"

"Nei. My ass is not Oslo, and you cannot take your dick and put it my ass to make it Copenhagen."**

"Sure, sure Lukas~. I'll convince you~!"

"Hm. Sure."

"HAAHA! Jeg elsker dig~!"

"Hm… Jeg elsker deg også."**

"Really~?"

"Sure."

The sound of footsteps and (what sounded like Norwegian) swears were heard, causing Arthur to chuckle. They definitely sounded like an odd couple. But when the licks and moans were heard next, he frowned. They must love each other a lot, if their kissing sounds like that. Wonder how Alfred's feeling about all of that.

"Could you please go somewhere else to eat each other's faces? It's disgusting," a voice that sounded similar to Emil complained.

"Yeah, yeah," Mathias' voice broke away from kissing, slightly musky. "Go play with Left Hand, I think he's lonely." Silence pursued for a short while. "HAAAHA! I'm just kidding, Emil, I know you don't—blech!" Slight gagging and gasping cut him off from continuing.

"Þakka þér."*

"Hm. He was getting annoying anyway."

The choking stopped, and soon one of the residents inside was gasping. "Min Gud, Lukas! I could've died!"

"You're already dead."

"…oh yeah."

"Where's Berwald?" Alfred, who had been silent and most likely uncomfortable, finally asked. "He's usually at the door, isn't he?"

"He changed his angel Tino a while ago, now he's waiting for him to wake up."

Arthur's heartbeat stilled. What did he mean by that? He didn't really mean that Tino (of course, how could he forget kind Tino who had helped him?) was possibly…dying because he was changed. Whot if that happens to…me?

"Speaking of changing an angel…," Alfred paused, and the Briton felt as if he was standing on a thin thread and whatever word his lover said would define his fate, "I…I-I've decided to change Arthur."

The blonde's wings bristled upwards and he held his breath at the spoken words. He didn't move a single muscle. After what the demon had said about Tino and then the incident with Yao, he didn't want to speak of converting or see another demon unless his name was Alfred. But even now, with those words his lover had said, he wanted to get as far away from the room as possible, even though his heart ordered him to stay.

"Hm…," Mathias, it sounded like, hummed in thought. "Are you sure you want to?"

"Y…yeah. I mean, I love with no matter what he looks like or how he acts, but…I really want to be happy with him without Ivan or our boss of the Harvesters around. I just…want us to be happy…and that is the only way we can without any other problems facing us."

"Have you talked to him about it?" Lukas wondered.

"Well…no. Not yet, at least. I…I'm planning to, at least."

"And you've kept this a secret for…how long?"

"Eh…ever since I took him from Heaven, I guess."

Arthur held back a sob, and moved away from the makeshift door. Anger roared in his mind, and love swam in his heart. He felt himself divided once again: to stay here and wait for Alfred to come out and allow him to make the change; to leave and never look back, trying to get away; to stay and question Alfred and ask him why he didn't talk to him first about it. There were so many questions, so many wonders, that he needed and wanted to get answered. He had to do something quick.

In the end, it was his legs and his wings that had betrayed him, bringing him to the exit and out the way they had arrived. With a new mindset and new determination, he glided down the corridor, moved the rock out of the way, and slipped outside to the red sky and trouble. Trembling, he gently leaped off the ground and started to fly forward, trying to get his mind away. He finally landed on a large rock and relaxed, rubbing his fingers through his hair and wondering what he had just done.

He was afraid he would get converted, afraid he would never have the happiness they wished for,to have happe had gotten away from Alfred, and he regretted it.

*- Icelandic (in order): Hello; Who are you; Thank you.

**- Norwegian (in order): Go to hell; No; I love you too. Oslo is the capital of Norway, by the way. Denmark would probably want to make it Copenhagen X3