Here you go the next chapter of "Too sweet a devil", please after you're done reading, review! :)
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The Scientists thought they were smart he guessed, though he was quite sure that they were all naive and had little to no common sense, so to the shadow that flitted through the hall of the scientists they were easy prey and would die in a very messy way. At least if Alfred had anything to do with it. It was almost amusing how ignorant yet intelligent these humans were, they had caught a demon, a species that some didn't even believe in.
Alfred rose from the floor transforming into a normal looking human being, who looked like his demonic form, though instead of dark black hair he was a dark blonde wearing a tan uniform and a brown bomber jacket with the number fifty on it. Alfred rolled his shoulders trying to get a feel for his body; it had been some time since he had been in his human form.
Walking down the hall Alfred followed his nose to door 876, the room that was holding his rather unwilling mate. Alfred looked at the door examining it quietly, it was voice activated and sadly Alfred had no idea whose voice would open if he did he would've just possessed the man and done it himself. He growled annoyed.
"Ex-excuse m-me sir?" a rather timid male voice asked, "You can't be here! How did you eve-"
Without glancing at said man, whose name was Jon, a man who in fact had been part of the research facility's staff for quite some time and could open the door. However Alfred did not know this and was so annoyed that he didn't even think to see if the man could open the door and instead choose to punch him through the chest to wrap his hand around Jon's heart crushing it while pumping energy into his body, effectively making him explode.
Karma, Alfred found afterwards could be a bitch. Jon was now all over his clothes that included his favorite and impossible to replace brown bomber jacket,the guts staining it while the bone bits ripped it.
Alfred was now pissed.
Arthur hated it in 'his' room, it smelled of a hospital, it was too white, and the fact that this was the room where the humans would stick needles in him didn't help. He had tried moving, but after he had ripped a man's arm off (it had been an accident. Arthur had just forgotten how delicate they were). They had tied his legs together, tied his hands behind his back, and they had covered his mouth with duct tape.
Arthur in comparison to other demons was weak, even when he did eat souls-which only happened when Alfred forced them down his throat- he was weak, so despite how much he tried he couldn't break the ropes. Arthur sighed and shifted restlessly in an effort to get more comfortable. This effort was not only ruined by the fact that the ropes cut into his skin, but also by the fact he could smell the blood of a human and sense a very strong and familiar demonic presence.
The door to his cell flew off it's hinges and crashed into the wall a few feet away. Arthur looked at the doorway to see the bane of his existence walk through. Alfred eyes seemed to be looking straight through his soul and whatever it was he saw Arthur could tell he didn't like it by the way his eyes narrowed. Alfred walked over casually to Arthur before squatting in front of him.
"So please explain to me how a demon was captured by some stupid fucking humans?" Alfred asked his voice like silk, but cold.
Arthur flinched and avoided Alfred's gaze. Sighing Alfred slowly peeled the tape off of Arthur's mouth. As soon as Arthur was free of the gag Alfred pressed his lips to his chastely, much to Arthur's surprise.
"You do realize that I'm going to kill them all right?" Alfred said nonchalantly. Arthur responded by giving him a cold glare.
"Alright, Alright… How about I just dislocate a few shoulders?"
Arthur's glare didn't waver. Alfred sighed and hung his head annoyed, until an idea came to mind. Technically Arthur and he weren't mates… at least not yet, but if he played his cards right.
"How about we make a deal then, darlin?"
Arthur's glare all but disappeared for a moment in his confusion, but then it returned in full force. The older demon had never been when one to make a deal unless he got a lot out of it.
"What kind of deal?" Arthur asked suspiciously.
"The kind of deal we'll both enjoy immensely," Alfred practically purred in Arthur's ear. Causing the latter to shiver.
"Get what I'm asking?"
Arthur did. It didn't mean, however that he was going to enjoy it. No matter what Alfred said he was not going to enjoy it.
"So, Arthur?" Alfred asked his tail sliding across the floor to wrap itself possessively around Arthur's waist drawing him closer.
"Do we have a deal?"
Arthur went slightly pale has he tried to force out the one word that would save every soul in the complex. He knew that most would just say "no." and let Alfred go at it… But he wasn't most people. He wasn't even a person, he was a monster. So why let the blood of an innocent be spilled when he could prevent it? Arthur took a deep shaky breath readying himself for what was to come.
"Yes." He managed. His voice only cracking a bit.
Alfred grinned as he waved his hand causing all the bonds holding Arthur to disappear.
"Don't worry Arthur, I'll be gentle."
Omg, I did it! After weeks of work I did it! I hope you all enjoyed! :) Again please review.
Oh this fic might become rated M, however the umm well rated m bits probably won't be that detailed and don't be surprised if they suck, sorry, but I'm not really a good writer! Speaking of which constructive criticism is really appreciated.