Chapter 5

It took Arthur nearly an hour to finally calm down and even once he did Alfred refused to let him go for the next half hour. He probably would have held him longer if his stomach hadn't decided to, rather loudly, let its presence be known. Alfred frowned. He didn't want Arthur to know he was hungry. He'd just fed on him yesterday, and than Alex had as well barely twelve hours later. After everything that had just happened he knew Arthur was stressed. He was possessed by his vampire son for crying out loud!

Every time said son was out though the burning need for blood in Alfred seemed to grow. Something he didn't necessarily like.

"Hungry?" Arthur asked, working his way out of the comforting embrace he had been in.

When Alfred didn't reply Arthur turned to look at his frowning face and knew immediately that he needed blood.

"I just gave you blood yesterday, how can you need more already?" Arthur asked, worry lacing through his words.

Alfred set his stare downcast, "I don't know. Whenever Alexander's out I just get hungry. Each time he's out it only seems to get worse."

Arthur was silent for a moment, seeming to think this over. "It makes sense I suppose, although I don't really like that his presence makes you need blood." He really didn't like that Alex was making Alfred crave blood. It was bad enough that Arthur loved Alfred and couldn't deny him something, it was worse when he was the only food source around. It was bloody horrid when his blood only strengthened his son more and more.

"It can't be helped though." Arthur said quietly, unbuttoning his top. Alfred looked away, keeping his eyes everywhere but on Arthur. He was doing so much for him. Letting him stay here, abandoning his work to look for a way to save him, when he was suppose to be the hero. He was giving him blood and not seeming upset at all that he was now Alfred's servant. He wasn't even letting the fact that his son was a vampire and that his spirit was currently inside Alfred bother him when with Alfred. It had to be tearing him apart inside but for some reason he was holding through for Alfred. All for Alfred. He couldn't help but wonder why Arthur would do so much for him, so willingly. Why would anyone put themselves through this for another.

"Alfred. Don't fight it please. I don't want to see you in pain because of Alexander" Arthur's soft voice cut through Alfred's mind, slicing his string of thoughts. Looking back at Arthur he bit his lip. Arthur looked so fragile kneeling there on the bed. His wrinkled shirt undone and hanging off one shoulder, hair messed up. His eyes held a look of a affection when they fell on Alfred, his head tilted to the side, exposing his creamy white neck. Unmarred except for a set of bite marks that hadn't healed yet. Whether those were the ones he gave him or Alexander's he didn't know. All he knew was that he was now crawling over to sit in front of Arthur, who inched forwards to kneel between his legs.

"Go ahead, I'll be fine Alfred" Arthur whispered, not needing to speak any louder with as close as they were to one another. Alfred leaned for forward, finding he bite marks from before and feeling his teeth sharpen instinctively at the scent of blood so close, so very close. Nothing but a thin layer of pale skin separating him from what his body craved. Slowly he let the fangs seep into the skin, bringing that sweet blood to the surface for him to lick and suck up, like a hungry puppy having its first meal.

Arthur let out a breathy sigh, quickly falling into the sensation of being practically pressed up against Alfred, kneeling between his legs. Alfred's hands had landed on Arthur's hips this time, pulling him just a tad closer as he drank his blood. It was such a warm pleasant feeling, the exact opposite of when he was fed off of by Alexander. With Alex it had been cold, freezing, terrifying, and painful. He couldn't move, breathe, talk, or think with Alex. While with Alfred he felt warm and alive, it was comforting. He could slope his head to the side so Alfred could drink easier, his breathing was slow and relaxed, he could talk and let Alfred know he was fine, that he was fine and let him know, to an extent, that he was enjoying this. All he could think of was how right this felt, here with Alfred. How he wanted so much more of him, how he'd give his whole self to him.

He felt as though he was wrapped up in a blanket of pure Alfred. Warm and safe, with that scent that drove Arthur's senses crazy. It didn't even register that he was nearly moaning from it all until 'Alfred' and 'more' slid through his vocal track.

Despite his want for more, his body was growing weak and once Alfred noticed the slight tremors in his body he disconnected his fangs from Arthur's skin. Licking up a trail of blood that was working down Arthur's collar bone instinctively, making Arthur shiver slightly. Alfred was going to pull away but Arthur wasn't going to have it. He was feeling far to pleasant from head to toe in his current state and he wasn't going to let the source of it just leave. No, he wouldn't have that, so instead he opted for throwing his arms around Alfred's shoulders, letting his head rest on his right shoulder.

Alfred seemed a little shocked at the motion but decided to let Arthur have his way, wrapping his arms around his waist and leaning back against the headboard. Arthur practically scurried into Alfred's lap, his legs on either side of his waist as he just let his weight rest on top of him. Both were to high from their previous act to care. Alfred didn't mind having Arthur curled up into him like this, it felt so nice holding him so tenderly with his blood buzzing through his veins. Arthur didn't care if he had never admitted his feelings to Alfred, that they weren't together and that what he was doing was something one would normally only do with their lover. He was just so happy right now. Nothing could ruin this moment.

He was in his own little bubble now, were only him and Alfred were, no magic, no nations, no vampires, no children, no history, just nothing.This was perfect right now, exactly what he needed to make himself forget all of the horrors that had transpired just a while before. He didn't care that they'd all come back once he woke up from the nap he and Alfred were both falling into right now, it was perfect now and that's all he cared for.

When Arthur awoke this time he was slightly confused. He wasn't laying on a bed, because beds don't breathe, nor do they have a heart beat. Not bothering to open his eyes yet he simply let the memories flood back in from the day before. He clutched at what he was laying on as he remembered Alexander, than realized that wathe was holding was someones shirt, and that his was unbuttoned and open. That's when the memories of him and Alfred came back, making his eyes open slightly and a blush to dance across his face.

He'd acted like a cat in heat yesterday with Alfred, wanting nothing more than Alfred, and to forget the painful events that had happened earlier in the day. He'd pressed himself up against Alfred, panting and moaning for more of the pleasant feeling and Alfred had given him as much as he could until he knew Arthur was at his limit. He'd literally crawled into Alfred's lap after and gone to sleep without a care in the world afterwards.

Remembering he was laying on Alfred he looked up at his face, seeing he was still asleep. He smiled softly as he took in his features. Looking like that small sweet child he'd watched and cared for all those years ago. There'd be no harm in just lying here until he woke up, claiming he didn't want to wake him up since he needed rest.

He managed to stay like that for another hour or so until Alfred started to wake up. Arthur moved to get off of him but Alfred's arm unconsciously came up to hold him down against his chest. Arthur blushed, looking at Alfred's neck as the other slowly woke up. Alfred was always slow at waking up which didn't help Arthur's mind from wandering off curiously to what Alfred would do if he started to kiss his neck.

He was jostled from the thought when Alfred sat up some, eyes finally opening to look down at the extra weight that was laying on him. Upon noticing he was holding Arthur up against himself he swiftly removed his arm, a small blush dusting his cheeks.

"U-um..morning?" Alfred asked hesitantly.

Arthur looked down, embarrassed by the situation, only to notice his shirt was still completely undone. Blushing, he nodded and set to work buttoning his shirt back up.

"So, I'll umm...just.." Arthur stammered, getting up and off of Alfred. Silently missing the warmth of his body against his own. Alfred wanted to pull Arthur back down but held the urge back, he knew this little crush that he'd been getting on Arthur these past few decades was just silly and that he shouldn't press his luck to much, neither of them were in a state to care last night but it was a new day, one where they were in a proper state of mind.

"Want me to make breakfast?" Alfred asked as he got up and headed towards the door.

"Sure" Arthur said with a small yawn, following Arthur downstairs to make tea while Alfred made a small breakfast. They ate in silence, both thinking over the new facts they'd been given and also on the events of last night, neither dared to step foot on either territory.

When breakfast was through they both silently cleaned the dishes before the phone finally started to ring on the wall. Drying his hands Arthur went over to get it.

"Hello?" he asked, not looking at the caller ID.

"Good morning my dear" A sweet voice purred over the line.

"What do you want so early, frog?" Arthur asked, already annoyed.

"Simply to inform you that the next G-8 meeting is going to be tomorrow instead of Saturday. I tried calling your cell phone yesterday but you never answered, Mon Cher." Frances informed.

Arthur visibly paled, "O-oh, alright. If that's all than." Without even waiting for a reply he hung up the phone and turned to Alfred.

"We have a problem." Arthur stated, monotone.

"What?" Alfred questioned a tad worried. Arthur had looked terrified by the end of his call with France, this couldn't be good.

"Th G-8 meeting is going to be tomorrow. There's no way I can get rid of Alexander in time. Bloody hell I'll be lucky to get rid of him within the month!" Arthur was shouting by the end of his announcement, clearly panicking.

Alfred swallowed hard, "I can't miss G-8 meetings though."

"Exactly the problem, god I just don't know what to do." Arthur shook his head, leaning against the wall and wrapping his arms around himself. He was clearly desperate for a solution to this problem, even though he knew, just as well as Alfred that there wasn't one.

Taking a deep breath Alfred walked over to Arthur and hugged him. It didn't matter if he was the one with the spirit in him, the spirit and magic and all of it related directly to Arthur. Alfred might be under physical stress but he was sure Arthur's mental stress outmatched his 300 percent.

At this point in the game Arthur could care less about his pride and appearance and just collapsed into Alfred's embrace. He loved the man to much and couldn't handle all this on his own. If the fact that he had done this all to Alfred wasn't enough it was the fact that it was his own son that had decided to take residence in Alfred and torment them both. Now tomorrow they would have to attend a meeting and if Alexander came out it would either shatter every piece of dignity Alfred had. The respect they both received and put out so many facts of Arthur's life out in the open Arthur knew he'd never recover from it. The mere thought of all this made him want to give up but he knew he couldn't, if he did than Alfred was doomed and he loved him far to much to do that to him. He'd go down before he let Alfred fall, which right now seemed like how it would play out.

Alfred didn't know what to say, he cared so much for Arthur and seeing him torn apart like this tormented him. Alexander knew it tormented him and knew he couldn't do a thing about it. He knew that Alfred couldn't go and tell Arthur how it tormented him without telling him that he would do anything to just have one date with him. He knew it all and was winning this battle on all fronts. He needed stopped. He could take over Alfred whenever he pleased, he had a source of blood, his own father, and was gaining power. Poor Arthur had been marked by him and was stuck alone to keep this a secret and find a way to stop it all. Neither of them could move and let the other know they wouldn't leave the other ever with Alexander pulling the strings so tightly.

Arthur didn't know about Alfred's feelings. Perhaps if he did he'd understand why Alfred was alright with this. Why he wasn't mad or near hysterics. He wouldn't have to worry that Alfred would just snap on him because he trusted Arthur so much and knew that he hadn't meant for this to happen, that he knew Arthur was doing everything he could to help him. It would be a block of stress removed, a small block on top of Arthur's stressful tower. It wouldn't cause the rest of his stress to tumble away to nothing but it would remove a layer and make it that much easier to knock down. He couldn't let Alexander keep adding things to that tower, or it would become so tall it would crush Arthur.

Alexander was already going to add another large layer of stress tomorrow at the meeting, they both knew it already. He knew it wouldn't be much, it nothing more than a small amount of comfort, but Alfred knew he had to say something. Do something.

If he didn't it would soon be too late, Alexander would have to much control over him and never let Arthur know how he felt. He didn't care if Arthur rejected him, he would know, and know that Alfred would be there for him whenever he needed it. That he wasn't alone and if it was all Alfred could do than he had to do it.

Pulling away from Arthur he turned the smaller man towards him, who looked up at Alfred questioningly. Alfred was determined to tell him though, but when he went to say those words he'd come to terms would best describe his feelings, that little phrase of I love you, and I'm going to stay by your side all the way through this his mind lost the words on his tongue as a loud cry of SILENCE filled his head.

Alexander wanted to come out, wanted to stop Alfred, but Alfred couldn't let him. He'd lie to Arthur, he'd lie and make him hate Alfred and believe that he hated him back and blamed him for everything. Say anything he could to drive Arthur away, when Alfred knew he was so close to him.

"Alfred?" Arthur questioned after a moment of silence from Alfred. He'd opened his mouth to say something, he'd looked so determined and than he just froze for a second. His eyes screwed shut and his mouth tried to form words. Arthur than realized what had happened. Alexander was trying to will Alfred quiet, and neither seemed to be gaining the upper hand.

"Alfred, please, fight him. Let me know what it is you were going to say." Arthur begged, holding Alfred's shoulders and repeating those words into his ear.

Alfred knew at this rate he'd loose the battle, Alexander wasn't going to let him talk, but actions could speak as loud as words. Grabbing Arthur's upper arms, he opened his eyes slightly and swooped in as fast as he could. Smashing his lips into Arthur's before Alexander could even begin to order Alfred to stop, because he wouldn't stop now, no matter what. He was kissing Arthur and nothing, save the queen of England, would stop him.

Upon the sudden contact Arthur let out a startled gasp of Alfred, but the name was merely swallowed up by said mans lips. His hands tightened their hold on Alfred's shoulders, and his eyes widened for a moment, until his body registered that Alfred was truly kissing him, moving his lips to Arthur's almost desperately, but sensually enough for Arthur to get the message.

I love you and I'm going to stay by your side all the way through this.

The second his mind clicked with this new information he leaned forward quickly, stopping Alfred from his ever so slow pace of leaning back due to Arthur's unresponsiveness at first. He kissed back eagerly, letting Alfred know he loved his confession, and wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck so that he couldn't escape until Arthur was sure Alfred knew he felt the same back.

The kiss went on for a good minute before Alfred decided he wanted more and licked at Arthur's lips, who nearly immediately gave purchase to the taller blond. Letting the appendage wander into his warm mouth and map it out to the others content, that is until it bumped into Arthur's own tongue, which started to play back with Alfred's.

Both blonde's were breathing heavily through their noses as their tongues danced a complicated tango between the two mouths. Soft moans were swallowed by the other and vice versa. Alfred was leaning up against the kitchen counter with Arthur pressed flush up against him, arms around Alfred's neck, and Alfred's around Arthur's waist and back. Their legs were practically tangled together they were standing so close.

If it wasn't for the fact that you can only kiss so long like that without taking a proper breath they might not have separated for hours, but unfortunately even nations need a proper breath every so often. Parting their lips just a few centimeters, only for Arthur to reconnect them for a moment longer as he broke the string of saliva connecting the two together before pulling back again. They stayed just as close to each other as when they were kissing, Arthur's arms refusing to loosen their grip at all, keeping their faces close enough to share identical breathes.

"I-I love you Ar-Arthur Kirkland" Alfred panted out, still catching his breath.

Arthur smiled in return, panting just as hard as he replied, "I-I love y-you, doesn't even be-begin to describe my feel-feelings for you Alfred F. Jones"

Alfred let out a happy little laugh with Arthur as they continued to lean against the counter.

He'd won this battle with Alexander, hands down, and he planned to continue doing so tomorrow and in the further future until he won the war with Arthur by his side.

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