*Plays the song, 'Guess who's back'"

A/N: Hey guys! I am finally back! It's been a while hasn't it? He... He… *Backs away*

A/N: Sooo a few things happened over these last few weeks.

My computer is stupid and restarted, and I am also equally as stupid, and I never actually saved this story, so EVERYTHING got deleted…

My mom got remarried. Yay!

I moved.

A/N: So I didn't leave you guys just because I was bored with the story. I left for a while for legit reasons. I would like to thank a few people for actually getting me back on here though. You guys know who you are. I would really like to thank all of you though. So, ya! Enjoy!

No Pain

I woke up as hazy as I was when I fell asleep. I remembered everything though. Alfred… giving his jacket to me and hugging me. That was nice. If we were back in a safe place, I would be going for a cup of tea right about now. MMMMmmmm tea.

I shouldn't be thinking about tea right now, because I don't want to torture myself about how I might not be able to drink tea for a long while. Ugh. I would be so happy if those stupid Americans didn't have to be such morons and hold me and Alfred for ransom.

Speaking of Alfred, I don't have the feeling of him hugging me right now. In fact, I don't even feel like I am laying down. "I don't think you get it," I heard a loud voice that sounded like Matthias, said, "He doesn't believe you. Your strong headed British friend will never believe you after all the 'proof' he just saw! We win!"

I then realized that I was chained up in the position I was in last night. Oh no. I wasn't going to get tortured again, was I? Of course, stupid. Of course, I am going to get tortured. That is the whole entire reason why I am here…

"I guess you'll just find out when he wakes up," I heard Alfred smirk.

I guess this was my cue. I acted like I was all groggy, and waking up. I started to flutter my eyes and shake my head, you know, the normal 'I just woke up' way.

I then opened my eyes completely, and looked around. I looked the opposite way to them first, and then to them. I had this whole act planned in my mind. I have to admit, I am a pretty good actor, but when I saw Alfred… let's just say things didn't go quite as planned.

His hair went from a strawberry blonde to a crimson red due to all the blood pouring out of his head and onto his hair. His face wasn't any better than his hair. Everything was crimson red. Could one really be alive with that much blood out of them?

He had already formed a black eye, and he had deep cuts around his abdomen and arms. He looked like he had gotten mercilessly mutilated by them. His lip was busted, his cheek was internally bleeding, and his neck was cut just deep enough to pierce his skin.

He was chained up just like me, but was facing me on the other wall. There was a big pile of blood at his chain feet, and he was adding on to the pile as he spit blood out of his mouth.

I am not the biggest fan of blood, so…. I passed out. I PASSED out. That literally bloody wanker spoiled my plan. I was going to be a hero, but I was too late. Why didn't anyone wake me up?

Ugh… everyone is such an idiot.

Round two of waking up was much more painful than the last. Let's just say that my alarm clock was them stabbing me just above the knee cap. I screamed, as I was brought to my senses, and my vocal chords felt like they were rubbing together, creating fire and blood in my through.

When I was done letting out my pain through sounds, I started to heavily breathe to concentrate my mind on something else. I was not crying this time though. I held it all in. I learned that crying just makes everything worse for everyone.

I heard Alfred say, "Please stop hurting him. I told you, you could do whatever you want to me, just you can't hurt him!" I looked to him, and started to shake my head, rapidly. I hope he noticed that I was trying to tell him to stop. This wasn't going to be good for either of us, if he did that. I may be an amateur, but I at least know that.

I looked up to see Matthias admiring his newly bloody knife. "You truly are fun to torture, Mr. Kirkland. Do you have any idea how fun it was torturing Mr. Jones?" he said, wiping the blood of the knife onto my cheek.

I let him do so, but keeping a face of disgust. When he was done I said, "Give it up, Matthias. I will believe Alfred over you any day." I smiled, forgetting about the pain in my leg. I thought that this would somehow scare him in a way, but the result was him just laughing at me.

"What is it, moron?" I bravely said, frowning at his laughter. He then stopped laughing, like I didn't get his joke, and said, "Oh, Arthur. Do British people not have a sense of humor? Here, hold this." He flew his arm with the knife into the air, and was about to jab it down into the same shoulder he stabbed recently, but then stopped two inches away from its landing.

I guess he could see the fear in my eyes, because he started to laugh again. "Ha! I am kidding! I have a special kind of torture for the both of you tonight!" he sang, as he started to walk back to Alfred, who was watching the both of us in shock.

I guess he was as shocked as I was about the recent 'joke' that Matthias had made. I snapped out of it to listen to what he had planned for us.

When he walked completely over to Alfred, he said, "You see, I had a feeling that you guys would stick together through thick in thin, so I devised a special kind of torture for you two! Alfred here, is going to be the one torture you, Arthur. I guess you could say that now, he really is the bad guy."

"I will never do that," Alfred said, spitting blood as he spoke those words. "Oh but you will," Matthias said, grabbing Alfred's bloody chin by his hand, "Because if you don't, I will. And trust me, my torture is a lot more painful, don't you think so?"

Alfred stared at him with fiery hatred in his sky blue eyes. I felt like if he was unleashed this second from the chains, Matthias would be mauled to the ground by him and eaten alive. Ok… maybe not eaten alive, but I am pretty sure Alfred was thinking about ways to kill Matthias right now.

I know I was…

When Matthias let his firm grip on Alfred's chin go, Alfred let his head drop again. He shook it a few times, as if he was having an inner war with himself, then said, "Artie, are you ok with this? It doesn't seem like I have a choice."

A.R.T.I.E. I would stab him if he was any other person calling me such a horrid nickname, but since it is him, I won't stab him. I also won't let it slide though, either. I had to let it go FOR NOW though, because now was not the time.

"Ya, ya…" I said, thinking about the question he just asked, "I would rather it be you." "Great!" Matthias said, raising his arms in the air above his head, "Now, Alfred, do exactly what I tell you to do, or else I blow your boyfriend's head to bits."

Alfred shook his head, but stayed silent. He had changed so much since when I first met him. Who knew people could dramatically change over such a short course of time?

Matthias unchained Alfred, as Alfred just stared at the ground, and let Matthias lead him everywhere. Matthias then gave him the knife, and said, "I want you to…. Carve a letter of your choice in the middle Arthur's chest."

I glared at Matthias who was mainly paying attention to Alfred. He was leaned up against a table with his arm crossed in front of his chest. He had a smile on his face that I want to just slap off or something. I probably wouldn't be strong enough to do that, but I bet Alfred would be honored to do that for me.

I then paid my attention to Alfred who was right in front of me. He stared me in the eyes, and said, "I am so sorry." God, sometimes he was such a moron. This obviously wasn't his fault.

When I told him, he just said, "I am sorry for the pain that I am about to cause though. I cannot think of any way to make this easier for you. I am truly sorry." "Stop being sorry. I know there has to be some way you can make me forget about pain. You made me forget about it last night, you know."

I wasn't actually implying that he cuddle me, as he cuts a random letter into my skin, but his face lit up like he had an idea, and he said, "I know what to do! I love you, Artie!" He really knows how to ruin a moment, doesn't he?

"…stupid," I joked.

Then, out of the blue, he smacked his lips against mine in such a harsh, yet loving, way. I then felt the blade piercing my chest as it sank deeper into my skin. It didn't hurt though. I just… felt it. His kiss was actually making me forget about the pain.

I was lucky that he was a good kisser because when he started to drag the knife down in a slanted line, I was started to feel the tiniest bit of pain. Ok, maybe a lot more than a tiny bit. I winced on his lips. Once he realized that his kiss wasn't working anymore, he used his free arm to make its way around my waist.

He pulled me closer to him, as he made another slanted like going the other direction. He kissed harder and more passionately the longer he was cutting me. Our stomachs touched, and he rubbed his hand around my back in circles.

I was so involved in the kiss, I didn't even realize that he was still cutting me. When he finally let go of me though, I then felt the pain. It was so much at one time, I wanted to just bend over and clutch my chest, but I couldn't.

I instead just leaned over and shut my eyes tight to try and focus on something else. What letter did he write on my chest? The curiosity got a hold of me, and I looked at my chest. Upside down, I saw the letter, 'A'. I guess that made sense, since it was both of our initials. I guess it was something that I could live with for the rest of my life.

"Are you okay, Arthur?" Alfred said, putting his hand on my bent over back. "Ya, ya, I'm fine," I choked, "I just need a minute."

I then felt the weight of his hand lift off my back. I heard him say, "Ok, Matthias. I tortured him enough. Can you stop this, now?"

"This is barely torture. I didn't even here Arthur wince from the pain," Matthias admitted, "So, is it when you two kiss, all the pain just… goes away?"

Both Alfred and I didn't answer, choosing silence as our best option. Matthias then laughed again, "Well, on with the show I guess if you two won't talk to me."

Hmm. Do you ever feel like you just made a big mistake? Yes…. I think that was how Alfred and I were feeling at this moment. We still didn't speak though. If that was a trick, we were good by not giving into it.

Matthias took it all in, and said, "For my next request, I want you to…punch Arthur as hard as you can. If I see any restraining of power from your dominant arm, then I am going to shoot him multiple times just until he is on the break of dying, got that?"

Alfred stared at me. I knew that we probably couldn't kiss during that. At least it probably wasn't as bad as getting carved into like a piece of wood.

I nodded, and said, "Alfred, do it as fast as you can so I can just get it over with." I knew he was wanting to stall, as long as possible to do this, but it would be better if it was over as soon as possible.

I closed my eyes and awaited the pain. I could already hear his forced speeding through the air at my face. He wasn't holding back. He couldn't hold back.

Just in a matter of seconds, I felt the pressure of his strong force collide with my face. I felt like everything in the area went numb for a few seconds, then all of my senses started to feel the real pain.

My skin where he punched me started to tingle, and a massive headache started to form behind my eye socket. I felt like my cheek bone was being run over by a tire, but still wasn't cracking. I looked up at him, to see that he was staring at his hand with fear in his eyes.

He looked at it with his mouth wide open, then stared to me. "I-I," he stuttered, "I h-hurt you."

"Ya," I said, rolling my mouth, so I could feel my jaw a little better under the tingling pains, "You had to. I thought we already established that."

"I know but," he started, because he was cut off by Matthias. "Uggh, you two are so boring!" he yelled sitting up from the table, "This isn't a soap opera, you know. I think it is Arthur's turn though to have some of the fun."

"What?" I dissented, "Please, no. I liked it just like this!" I felt better being the one in pain rather than causing pain. I bet that is how Alfred feels though.

Matthias grabbed the willing Alfred, and easily changed him up again. That was when he released me from my chains, and roughly handed me the same blow torch he used on me the other night. He said, "If you try anything, boy, you can kiss Alfred goodbye."

I nodded my head, finding that talking back wasn't the best option right now. I limped using my left leg, because my right leg was still in pain from the stab wound that woke me up earlier. I put my hand over my bare chest to somehow escape the pain that was made from Alfred carving into me. The pain from his punch was nothing compared to the latter pains.

I faced Alfred, who still looked like he had just killed somebody, and mentally prepared myself for anything that was coming my way.

Matthias got back into his position on the table, and said, "Now, Arthur, I want you to burn Alfred in one area for five minutes. Don't worry, I will count fairly. The next torture will actually work in Alfred's favor if this goes well, ok?"

At first, I stayed silent, processing everything he told me to do. When the realization finally hit me, I stared at Alfred, who looked like he didn't hear a word Mathias just said. Now the tears started to fall from my eyes. I didn't want to hurt Alfred. This was the last thing I wanted to do. In fact, I was about to ask him if we could trade places, but I knew that wouldn't end up well.

Alfred finally looked up at me, and closed his eyes. He said, "What makes you pain go away works for me too." He gave a weak smile, almost as if he had just made a joke in such a terrible time. I knew he was serious though, and I was definitely going to pay him back for what he did for me.

I looked to Matthias to see if he was ready to count. He nodded in consent, and motioned me to go on. I looked back at Alfred, and got my blow torch ready.

There was one simple trigger that I was supposed to hit to turn on, and that was it. I had to hold onto it for five minutes, while kissing Alfred to make him focus on me and not the pain. This wasn't going to be so hard, right?

Ok… I took a deep breath, and put my hand on the blow torch trigger. You got this. Alfred didn't have a shirt on anymore (neither did I, but I didn't have one since the last torture session) so I didn't have to worry about anything catching on fire.

I grabbed a hold of a very small part of his back that wasn't injured with my free hand, and asked, "Are you ready?" He nodded his head, as he stared me in the eyes. I positioned my blow torch near the front of his waist, and pressed our lips together softly.

This was the short, passionate kiss before the storm. I whispered on Alfred's lips, "I love you," and released the flames.

He screamed after a few seconds of the fire entering his skin, but I sucked the scream up immediately by roughly pressing our lips together. At first, I was only doing it to distract him, and to conceal his screams, but once he kissed back, I felt like it was starting to be like a real kiss.

I could feel his sweat dripping off his forehead to my face, and I could feel the flames actually start to burn me to, because I was also close, but I didn't care. He was going through much worse. I rubbed up and down his back with my hand, trying to avoid his injuries.

I did everything in my power to make him forget about the pain he was now endearing. It started to become hard to breathe with the lack of breath and the pain the two of us were going through. I felt like Matthias was probably done with his five minutes an hour ago.

Just then, I heard him yell, "Times up!" I released the trigger on the blow torch, but I did not release the kiss. I knew that he would feel a lot of pain if I let go of his lips. I instead dropped the blow torch, and moved my newly free hand up to his cheek.

I wipe his tears away with my thumb, and brushed his sweaty hair back. I then finally rested my hand on his cheek, as I put more passion into the kiss. Alfred pulled a little bit out of the kiss, and said, "Thank you so much, Arthur."

"Stupid," I smiled, and kissed him again, but this time softer. Matthias then abruptly grabbed me by my shoulder making me wince in pain. Alfred noticed this, and opened his eyes, yelling, "Arthur!"

Matthias then put my hands behind my back, and chained them together. He had a couple more chains in his hands, as he said, "Well, you two certainly never seize to entertain me."

Alfred and I looked at each other than back at Matthias. This was when I got a real look at Alfred, and what I did to him. I gasped when I realized that I made a small third degree burn on his lower abdomen. How the bloody hell was he still conscious from all that pain?

He looked like a wreck. We both looked like wrecks. He looked worse though. I can't believe that we both turned out this way. Matthias could sense what was going on in my mind and possibly Alfred's.

He then yanked my by chains that were connected to my hands, and said, "Are you guys ready for the last and final torture for tonight?"

A/N: Cliffhanger! Please don't kill me. Sorry this is a short chapter, I am still in the process of moving. I am going to upload every Saturday now. I just needed to get my life in order. Now that I am pretty organized, my chapters are going to be organized too! So ya. I guess you will just have to find out what the last torture is next week… Sorry! I like reviews! Bye.