Warning: This chapter is a bit to the dark side, contains some violence and blood.

AU: Hetaween (Where Arthur is a vampire and Alfred is a psycho)

8. Fingering (more like fisting)

"Arthur~ I know you're here~" An American voice sang, the shrill sound of a chainsaw being turned on followed it.

Silence was what greeted the American and he pouted, looking around the trees for any sign of his lover. Damn vampires and their cunning skills.

He narrowed his eyes, looking up at the sky, the moon was full and high, and it gave enough light for anyone to see their way through the dark forest. But still, not enough for him to catch his boyfriend.

They liked to play games.

Their games were usually violent and resulted in many bruises most of the time, but it made them happy with all the thrill.

And, they made a good match.

Alfred himself was a crazy sadist with an extreme and odd amount of strength. Since he was a child he liked to see other living beings in pain, it brought him pleasure to see them quivering before him, either in pain or satisfaction (although, the latter was only applied to Arthur and Alfred found out he rather liked hearing and watching him in absolute bliss). It made him feel alive and powerful.

The first time he killed was when he was four; he killed the dog's neighbour because the animal wouldn't shut up during the night. On one of those nights, Alfred snapped and killed the poor creature with his bare hands. At first he thought he should have felt bad for it, but instead he felt good, great even! When his parents found out, they called him a monster and ran away, far from him, cursing his existence.

Nobody cared for him since he was four. He lived alone for a few months until he was found by Arthur, the vampire. He was shocked to discover that part, but in the end it didn't really fazed him.

Thus, the two then lived together since then, until now. Arthur didn't judge him, if Alfred wanted to kill somebody, the vampire would ask who.

The duo lived on the run across the countries; wherever they passed it was certain to leave kills behind, but not a single clue. Although, they mostly killed people who robbed, raped and generally did bad things. Hence, Alfred called himself a "Hero"!

Arthur, on the other hand, being immortal made him somewhat numb to pain, so, whenever something or someone inflicts pain on him, he feels pleasure. The pain makes him feel alive, because it hurts, so that means he's still there, alive. He's something alike a masochist (but more extreme); the pain makes him feel good just as hurting makes Alfred feel good.

Of course, Alfred would never, ever kill his perfect match. He could bruise him however he wanted; he would heal after drinking some blood, but that was that. He would protect Arthur until his own heart stopped beating. He loved Arthur, he really did, and it pained him to know that one day he would die and Arthur wouldn't. Alfred doesn't want to lose Arthur (definitely not to another person, because Arthur is his) so much, that he's been thinking of asking Arthur to turn him.

Arthur was born a vampire; he was one of the last on earth. His parents already killed by human hands as most of them were. But he didn't dwell on those thoughts, he moved forward, continued to live his life and Alfred admired and respected him for that.

Alfred loved passing his time with Arthur. His sarcastic remarks, the manner he told the way things happened throughout history, he was better than any teacher at a school, and Alfred prided himself in learning from him, he might be better than many students out there.

"Artie~" Alfred called out, the vampire didn't answer, of course not; this was a game.

The American cut off a small tree that stood in his way with his chainsaw, and as the tree fell to the ground, Alfred stopped the machine and tried to listen to any sounds.

Silence and more silence... He waited a few moments, and then, a bird flew from a tree. Alfred smirked and silently, but quickly, grabbed the small tree and threw it in the direction the bird had flown from.

Arthur, not having enough time to flee from the tree, fell to the ground on his ass and cursed his luck. Alfred laughed and rushed to catch him, but failed as Arthur rapidly stood up and without looking back started running.

"Artie, Artie~ I found you!" He chimed happily, running too fast for someone who was carrying a chainsaw.

"You found me, but you haven't caught me!" The Brit yelled, running all the while dodging rocks, trees, bushes and tree branches.

"Yet~"

Arthur snorted, he looked over his shoulder for a second to see where Alfred was, but that was enough for him to fucking trip over a stone on the ground. Bloody hell, it wasn't his lucky night!

The Brit fell face first on the ground and Alfred laughed all the way until he reached him. The American put a foot on top of the other's back to stop him from standing up and set his chainsaw on the ground.

"Arthur, this one was priceless!" Alfred laughed and Arthur growled, looking at the amused American from the corner of his eyes.

"Laugh all you want, you won't catch me like this ever again. Plus, the ground just needed a hug." He replied weakly and Alfred laughed harder.

"Of course, of course..." He said as his laughter turned to low chuckles, and then he stopped and smirked widely, "I caught you, Arthur..."

"No, you didn't, the ground did."

"The ground is my accomplice..." Alfred took his foot from Arthur's back and straddled his thighs, "Let's see... What can I do to you today?" He pondered to himself; hand on his chin to look more thoughtful.

Arthur snorted and rolled his eyes, amused, because whatever Alfred was thinking to do to him, he was certain he would love every minute of it.

"You know, I'm curious about something, so I'm gonna try it..."

"Whatever you want, dear." Arthur smiled, as he felt Alfred get up and move behind him.

Alfred moved back and spread the vampire's legs open for him to get between them; he then grabbed his hips and pulled them up, so that Arthur was on his knees and elbows. Next, the American grasped the hem of the Brit's blue cape and pulled it from him, almost suffocating the vampire with the cape's bow tied around his neck.

"Alfred, don't you bloody dare ruin this cape!" He yelled gasping and heard Alfred snicker, and then the sound of ripped cloth, "Alfred! You fucking idi-" Alfred cut off his words by putting a piece of cloth on his mouth and tying it around his head, gagging him.

"No bad words, Artie." He gave a firm slap to the Brit's ass and Arthur half-growled-half-moaned, narrowing his eyes at him. The American grabbed his arms then, and brought them behind his back, making Arthur fall face first on the ground, again.

Alfred chuckled as he tied the Brit's wrists with another piece of the vampire's cape.

"There! You look so pretty tied up, Artie~" The vampire grunted something in response, "Today; I won't be hurting you too much... I'm just gonna try something that I've been curious about..." With that said Alfred grabbed the hem of Arthur's pants and yanked them down together with his boxers, leaving his ass bare.

Roughly and dryly, Alfred pushed two fingers inside the vampire, and was rewarded with a surprised scream from the Brit, muffled by the gag.

The moonlight shining through the trees shone brightly making Arthur's pale skin look ghostly and almost shiny. It made him look so beautiful; Alfred bit his lip looking down at Arthur through his glasses. He wanted to crush him in a hug. He was too cute for his own good!

Alfred pushed and pulled and spread his fingers in the tight hole, blood started to drip down from the vampire's ass because of the force Alfred used as he roughly finger fucked Arthur. The Brit beneath him was trembling, groans mixed with moans muffled by the gag echoed in the forest.

The American's eyes shone brightly and his smile grew at hearing his pretty toy, he added another finger and with his free hand gave another firm slap to the Brit's ass; he looked adorable with his hand imprinted on his ass like that... that he didn't resist doing it again, again and again, every time doing it with a bit more force and every time Arthur made beautiful sounds. It made his heart flutter.

His fingers continued their work, spreading and stretching the tight walls of muscle until he could bury all three fingers inside until his knuckles. The vampire probably was confused at what he was doing, but he would find out soon enough.

The blood oozing out made it easier for his fingers to slip in and out, and after a few seconds, he added a fourth one. He heard his lover gasp and arch his back as at the same time he put in the fourth finger he brushed the vampire's prostate. He hadn't bothered to search for that one spot, but now that he had found it, he aimed his fingers just close to it, but not touching it.

Arthur growled and trashed around on the ground, trying to make Alfred brush against his sweet spot again, but the American stopped him from moving around, and he whined loudly through the gag making Alfred chuckle and slap his ass again.

Alfred leaned over Arthur's back to bite his ear and kiss his nape. Alfred was sure Arthur now had a good idea of what he was trying to do...

Oh, he knew, he knew what Alfred was going to do and the idea of it made his cock twitch, drool started dripping down his chin, a few tears formed and fell down his cheeks as he gave a muffled but still loud scream at the American biting the side of his neck, hard, hard enough to draw blood.

Alfred looked at him and stopped his fingers, just to see what the other would do. And, of course, the Brit trashed around, moving his hips and trying to get Alfred's fingers to bloody move, if he didn't have a gag he would most probably be yelling and complaining for him to fucking move.

He smirked and continued doing nothing, he knew that that would aggravate the other, he wasn't very patient himself, but to piss off the other with these kinds of things he had more than patience, he had fun.

Alfred grabbed his hips with his free hand – the other stilled in the Brit's ass — and stopped him from moving. His shouts, though stifled, were getting louder. His tied hands were struggling, trying to get free from the bond, but Alfred had his way with knots and the Brit wouldn't get out of there so quickly, although, with all that struggling, he would surely have some marks and maybe even blood if he put too much strength trying to escape.

He continued watching the other squirm and yell over the gag, Arthur was yelling so much that Alfred heard some of the animals ran and/or fly away from the trees close to them.

Alfred chuckled and pushed his thumb together with the rest of his fingers inside the vampire's ass, and slowly pushed forward until his entire hand was inside.

Arthur screamed as he felt the other's hand buried in him move a bit, he tried to break free from the gag as it was getting harder to breath. This was glorious, why hadn't Alfred remembered about this before?!

The American chuckled as he formed a fist with his hand inside the vampire and started to move slowly, "Well, well, well," the Brit screamed again, his body wasn't ready for this kind of stretch and all the tiny little moves Alfred made sent a hurtful but pleasant feeling up his spine, "do you like this, Arthur? Of course you do, you're a little bitch that likes to take it up the ass, arentcha?"

If Arthur could speak he would have been correcting the younger, as it was, he settled for a grunt and some grumbling noises that made Alfred laugh and slap his ass again.

"C'mon Artie, you can come just from this can't you?" He gave a rough shove inside the Brit and another scream was his reward. His free hand gave a squeeze to one of his ass-cheeks and went downwards, fondling his balls and giving a stroke to his cock, but that was it. Alfred could feel it, the way the other was getting tighter around his fist still inside and with the amount of pre-cum already leaking out that it wouldn't be long until the vampire came.

He smirked, grabbed the other's hair and pulled him up so that he was only on his knees, his back arched and he moaned as Alfred touched his prostate. His smirk widened as he saw Arthur's tears sliding down his cheeks, his green eyes clouded in pleasure and lust as they rolled back in bliss, the piece of cloth on his mouth was starting to tear away as the Brit bit it.

"Artie, you're such a cute slut~" He purred as he bit his earlobe and pulled roughly on the strands of blond hair.

"Mhmm!" Alfred snickered as he abused the vampire's sweet spot nonstop, until he finally came all over the ground and it dripped down his thighs; he tightened so much around his hand and wrist that Alfred grimaced a bit.

The American let go off his hair and the Brit dropped on the ground face first again, "Artie, if you don't loosen up your pretty ass, things could get ugly." He warned as he tried to pull away, making the other scream again, the cloth fell off his mouth and the vampire gasped for air as he tried to relax.

"Bloody— Ah!" He cried as Alfred roughly pulled his hand out, he choked on a sob and just laid on the ground.

"Your blood is such a pretty red," Alfred commented as he inspected his hand that was covered in Arthur's blood.

"Why t-thank you...!" The Brit replied snappy and turned around to face the other, "You're going to carry me back home and let me feed from you!" He ordered after regaining his breath a bit more.

Alfred waved a hand, "Sure, sure," The vampire narrowed his eyes, because he knew Alfred only let him feed from him if in return he got something, "...Only if I can fuck you while you do it." He grinned and Arthur sighed knowing it would be something like that.

"Git."

"Love you too, Artie." He winked.

Please do keep in mind that this is fiction, all right? Thank you. u.u