Happy Halloween lovelies!

PLEASE NOTE: The original version of this chapter contains explicit smut. It has been edited for the rules of FF so that you are not missing any major plot points. We have marked the edited/missing section with: +XXX+. If you would like to read the full version, it is available on AO3! There is a link in our profile.

Chapter Summary: Norway's preparations for All Hallows' Eve are interrupted by Denmark. Thankfully, the interruption turns out to be a very pleasant one.

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Ch. 3: The Sorcerer and the Imp

October 30, 9:00 AM

There's nothing to be done; no way to stagger or stem the flood that's coming. Norway has checked every one of his books and consulted with the few other experts who are available. Unfortunately, England has been almost completely drained by that damn incubus and Romania has, apparently, gotten stuck in an alternate dimension.

Norway shakes his head. He needs to start sending notices out, rounding up the ones that will be the most dangerous once the moon is full. With this task in mind, he heads downstairs - only to find himself stumbling as the fifth step gives out beneath his feet. He falls with a cry, just managing to catch himself on the railing.

"Dude! Your face!" Denmark laughs. He's been waiting for Norge to come down the stairs for a good ten, twenty minutes. His face is absolutely priceless. Best gag yet.

"Mattias! You could have killed me!" Norway glares at him, one hand still clutching the railing and the other over his thundering heart.

"I know!" He laughs louder, leaning on the table as he tries to calm himself down. "Know what would've be even more hilarious? If you'd been naked."

Norway glowers. Denmark drives him up the wall, but, technically, it's not his fault. Well it is, but it's just in his nature. Imps live for mischief. It was either live with him and try to enjoy his good points, or release all of the imp's dangerous jokes on a world that is already full of supernatural dangers. He sighs and carefully works his way around the false step, testing each below it. "Matt. Please listen, this is important. I need you to be good today; at least keep the pranks to a minimum. I'm very busy, and if anything goes wrong the consequences could be disastrous. So if you want to see me naked..."

"…I should just do this?" Denmark reaches over, pulls the loose thread on Norway's pants, and watches them fall to tatters around his ankles. The sound Norge makes when those pants fall makes him go into hysterics. He drops his head to the table, laughing like he's on something, because this has to be his favorite prank yet. On the other hand, he says that about all of them.

Norway squeaks, turning bright red. Thankfully, he still has his underwear. He shakes the remaining fabric from his feet and thwaps Denmark on the back of his head. "Idiot. That's all you're getting."

Denmark rubs the back of his head as Norge walks past him into the kitchen. Oh well. That's a fine ass to think about later. Yawning a little, he stretches out on a chair and throws his feet onto the other. "So, what's the big deal?"

For a moment Norway pauses, considering the kind of damage the imp could do with such information. Then again, Denmark is just about the only one he can be honest with. He needs...well, he just might need the extra hand (although it's more likely he'll end up wrapping Denmark in iron chains and leaving him in a church). "The full moon, the tomato harvest, and All Hallow's Eve are all falling on the same night."

"Oh... Like... What?" Denmark raises his eyebrows, completely not understanding. 'Busy night,' is about as much as he can gather. Norge likes to hold these meetings on full moons sometimes. That must be it. "Are you afraid nobody's gonna come over?"

"No, I'm afraid everyone is going to come over. Everyone, with all their problems, all in one place. It's going to be more trouble than even you can imagine. I think I'm going to need to call in some help." He sighs. England hasn't been taking his calls for a while now. Ever since that one night, when Arthur threw up his hands and told him he'd had he enough, he hasn't done much in the way of looking after the world's ...creatures.

"Oh. Par-tay." Denmark grins, feeling better now that he knows what has Norway feeling all bothered. Getting the house clean, probably. Heh - he'll have to 'help' with that. But for now, it's time to make nice. He gets up and strides closer, hands sliding around Norway's pale, well-muscled thighs to drag themselves up beneath the leg holes of his underwear. "But hey. I guess that means I'll have to use this precious time alone with you wisely."

Norway stiffens, then squirms as the hands brush against more sensitive places. "H-hey Matt, not now, I have to-!" On second thought, that feels quite nice, and it would be a good idea to relieve some of the tension before things get crazy. "I...we should...make it quick."

Denmark smirks, his lips coming down to ruthlessly bite the shell of his ear. "No," he murmurs against, and Norge practically melts against his chest. "I'm going to take my sweet, sweet time, dude."

"Oh..." Teeth. Those teeth that nibble and never quite break the skin, always exactly where they should be...fucking imps. Despite the chaos Matt causes, when he gets like this Lukas almost always gives in. It's resulted in more than one wasted evening. "We should go somewhere else. I don't want to do it in the kitchen. I've still got burns from last time. You are terrible luck in the kitchen."

"I'm terrible luck everywhere." Mattias chuckles. His lips move down to Luk's pulse, nipping it as though it's his to command. "But I'm a great fuck either way."

Lukas can't deny that, so he settles for a soft, pleasant sigh. He rocks gently back against him, moving one arm back to caress Matt's side. For some reason, he's fond of the bastard - and it's not just because of the sex. "Where do you want to...?"

Guiding Luk gently to face him, Matt kisses his mouth, enjoying the way they press together. He slides his hands up his back and rests his palm on the back of Luk's neck, cradling his skull as he pulls him in tight. "Den's closest." He smirks, pulling back a little. "How long's it been since we fucked on that couch?"

Lukas rolls his eyes, but smiles. "Two nights ago." A rare occasion, during which he was the one interrupting Matt's work. All he had to do was lean in the doorway wearing nothing but one of his lover's hockey jerseys, and the imp was his. He kisses Matt's lips and starts walking him back towards that room. "Remember? I'd been trying to come up with a solution for Arthur. You try dealing with an incubus all day and not ending up horny."

"Is that another word for 'hard-on'?" Matt asks seriously, because he has no idea what an incubus is and he doesn't really care. He remembers two nights ago, though, with Luk in his favorite jersey, sliding into his lap as though he meant to stake a claim. It was so sexy, he wishes the security feed caught it. "If it's yours, I'm there."

This time the eye roll is less amused. The other reason Luk can trust Matt not to talk about the nations' other, less humanoid sides is because he never remembers what they are. "Incubus. It's a sex demon. Rather similar to you, imp, except their favorite mischief is to go into people's dreams..." he taps his fingers against Matt's forehead, then slides a hand through his hair, drawing their lips close enough to kiss. "...and have sex with them. Lots and lots of dirty sex, any way you can imagine. Even some that are not physically possible, from what I hear."

"Mmm... So, you're an incubus, right?" Matt leans in, nibbling on his lower lip as he steers them toward the couch. The funny thing about Luk is that he babbles about this sort of thing a lot. Most of the time, Matt just wonders if he has a couple screws loose and lets it roll in one ear and out the other. This, however, is sexy. "Slipping into my dreams and demanding a good, hard screw?" And leaving before he wakes. That's another thing about Luk. He loves the sex, or so it seems. But he's never really expressed any fondness for him outside of it. Not that he's noticed.

"No, I'm just the one they call in to handle it all now that England's gone off the deep end. It's rather stressful having someone feeding off your energy all the time." He gives Matt a look. "Good thing I don't have anyone like that around."

Matt grins, pushing him to the couch and watching with delight as he sprawls out perfectly, long pale legs parting just for him. He steps between them. "Good thing." He chuckles, unbuttoning his shirt while Lukas watches. He knows how good he looks shirtless. "I don't think you could stand getting any crazier."

Luk's eyes travel down the line of Matt's chest, following his fingers. "Pity. I thought that was what we were going for?" He can't help smiling, just a little. "I was hoping to stop thinking about the rest of the world for at least an hour." He grabs the tie still wrapped around Matt's neck and pulls, dragging him in.

Mattias follows the pull, grinning into the kiss and sliding his hands up Norge's shirt. When he feels his tie being tugged free of its knot, he lets out a rough sound and pulls back from the kiss. "Hey. Don't steal." He snatches the tie away, one hand skimming back down Luk's stomach to trace cool fingers down his inner thighs. When Luk tries to take apart his shirt, he gets an idea. "Pushy," he mutters against his mouth, grabbing one wrist and then the other. He pulls back to wrap his tie around them in a figure-eight, knotting it tight.

For a moment Lukas tries to look annoyed, but a whine of need betrays him. That, and the twitch of his erection. He has a...a thing for Matt's ties. The man looks damn sexy in a suit, and they work well as a leash – for binding, too. He reaches up with his mouth instead, tugging Matt's collar with his teeth. "Off. Take it off."

"Shit-!" Matt gasps, his eyes widening at the spark of want in Luk's eyes, the way he's going at his collar with his teeth. Well, well. He kinda guessed he had a thing for his ties, but this much of a thing? He moves fast, groaning softly as those teeth cut into his throat. Isn't tying someone up supposed to put you in control?

Lukas follows the line of his throat, scraping his teeth along the skin until he closes them with a snap at the base, sucking hard to leave a mark. Since he can't use his hands, he'll have to get creative. He wraps one leg around Matt's, forcing him to fall onto the couch with him, and starts dragging his foot up and down his calf.

Matt throws his shirt off, making another noise as Norge sucks his pulse, making him squirm. Now that he's not busy taking off his shirt, he can do other things. His hands skim up Luk's chest, pushing his shirt to his collarbone and dragging cool, shaky fingers around his nipples, bringing them to stiff, aching points. "You're so hot when you're hot for me."

"Can't help it," Luk hisses, arching against him. "You make me want you so bad; maybe you're part incubus." He trails his tongue down to Matt's nipples, giving each a light, teasing lick before moving back to suck on the other side of his neck.

Matt can't help it either. Whatever this thing is between them, he's pretty sure he's the one in way over his head. But he takes the compliment in stride, his breath stuttering at each touch to his nipples and coming out in a sigh as that devilish mouth latches onto his neck. "I wish. I wish I could make you want me." He really does. If he knew how he managed it half the time, Luk would be his, twenty-four/seven.

"I'd rather I wanted you of my own free will. And at the moment I do, so you had better do something about it." He goes back to Mattias' nipples, nipping and sucking on the one. His leg moves higher, pressing a foot against Matt's ass as though he means to use his toes to pull his pants off.

+XXX+

Mattias doesn't stop kissing Luk until he's limp against him, as if he might fall asleep at any second. With a sigh, he pulls away and presses his face into Luk's shoulder. After a couple minutes of breathing, he presses his lips into his collarbone. "No chance you'll sleep this off with me, is there?"

Lukas sighs. He'd like to. He feels like he could drift off and forget the world. But, someone has to round up all the dangerous creatures before tomorrow night. He kisses Matt and shifts, squirming out from under him. "I can't."

Mattias groans, sliding up to pull out, watching himself spill onto the couch a little. "Well, you have to shower." He grins, taking Luk's hand and pulling him into his arms as he stands. It's so weird, feeling him this close after sex. Normally he's so quick to distance himself he leaves skid marks.

Luk rolls his eyes, but goes willingly. "I suppose we both do."

With a smirk Matt pulls him out of the den, through the kitchen where they started, past the broken staircase and into the one bathroom he hasn't booby-trapped yet.