Alfred's breath shook and his head hung from his shoulders, one hand pressed against the bed frame and the other gripping the pillow as tightly as he could. He could feel the sweat rolling down his body, slipping in between crevices and exciting his nerves. A hot hand pressed against Alfred's chest, toying with his nipple with quick movements and rough tugs. Alfred moaned desperately, his whole body rocking back and forth with the harsh tempo Arthur set.

"Fuck, Artie!" Alfred whined, nails digging into the wooden headboard as his ass was pummeled by the somewhat shorter male. Arthur moaned in response, the veins in his neck pulsing with excitement and lust. The sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls and the ceiling, reverberating in their ears along with the sound of each other's ragged breathing and broken moans.

"S-Shit... I'm almost..." Arthur gasped, letting his head drop back as he continued thrusting deep into Alfred, slamming against his prostate repetitively.

"Yes... Yes! Fill me up, Artie! F-fuck... Fill this slut up...!" Alfred begged, his muscles clenching and relaxing and clenching all over again around Arthur, as if trying to suck the teen's fluids out of him. Arthur groaned as he emptied himself into the gasping male beneath him, hips bucking awkwardly and veins near bursting in his neck and forehead. Alfred bit down on his lip as he was filled, not reaching his own orgasm just yet. When Arthur was done, the taller blond pushed them over, making Arthur pull out of him, then pushing the Brit on his hands and knees.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Arthur whined, allowing Alfred to caress and squeeze his ass.

"I haven't come yet." Alfred replied with a smirk, tossing his bangs out of his face, then pressing two fingers inside of himself, letting the spunk leak out and coat his fingers. He slipped them inside of Arthur, thrusting them and stretching him briefly before he grabbed the lube they had found in Arthur's parents' room and coating himself with it. Arthur was shaking, but his boner had come back from being teased. Alfred smirked and licked his lips, the taste of Arthur's mouth and his own sweat playing with his taste buds.

"Hey... I want..." Arthur panted, and Alfred smiled and began pressing in.

"I know, baby." Alfred whispered, making Arthur whine at the name, then whimper from the pain.

"S'too much... Al!" Arthur complained, hiding his face in his arms. The demon smiled and kissed Arthur's shoulder, continuing to penetrate the teen until he was completely sheathed. Arthur whined lightly, but relaxed the more Alfred kissed him.

"Ready?" Alfred whispered, licking a thick line against Arthur's shoulder. Arthur shivered and nodded eagerly, catching his breath only to have it taken when Alfred began thrusting. The demon's nails dug into Arthur's hips as he thrusted, his head hanging forward and sweat dripping from his chin onto Arthur's back, making the teen jolt and shiver and moan a bit louder. Arthur hugged his pillow to his chest, squeezing it tighter and tighter as he was sodomized, and soon he was even biting down on the end of it, crying out in pleasure. Alfred let his lips brush along Arthur's neck and his shoulder, his panting breaths coaxing goosebumps on the fair skin beneath him. His hands slid from Arthur's hips to his waist, then around his body, gripping his shoulders from the front. His lips stuck on the Brit's shoulder, kissing him repetitively, and he moaned and grunted from his throat.

Arthur was pulled back gently, and Alfred halted his thrusting, but briefly. He knelt back on his shins and pulled Arthur onto his lap, the Brit reaching behind his head to lace his fingers in the blond hair of his partner. Alfred dropped his hands back to Arthur's hips, lifting him into a kneeling position so that only the tip of his dick was in the teen, then tugging him back down so he was seated in the demon's lap, repeating this motion at a fast tempo. Arthur continued his lewd moaning, his toes curling in the sheets and his fingers gripping at Alfred's hair. His back was arched so his hips pressed against Alfred a little more, giving him easy access in and out of his body. His head tipped back and he and Alfred shared a passionate and slightly messy kiss, teeth bumping and tongues searching. Alfred's hands ran along Arthur's body when the Brit begun moving by himself, and his fingers began teasing his hard nipples, rubbing the pink nubs and flicking them. Arthur shivered and moaned louder, breaking away from the kiss to suck in as much air as he could, but it still wasn't enough.

His head was so light and his heart was pumping so quickly, he thought he would pass out, but Arthur reached his climax first, whimpering Alfred's name and emptying himself on his thighs and the bed. Alfred groaned, finally hitting the edge when Arthur's body squeezed down on him reflexively, making the demon fill the poor teenager up to the brim, holding Arthur close and biting down on his shoulder.

When their breaths returned, Alfred slowly pulled out of Arthur, sighing in relief and laying down on his partner's bed, watching the faux-blond kneel there with a guilty expression on his face. Alfred caught his breath rather quickly, and he reached out a hand and caressed Arthur's thigh with it, green eyes looking up at his face.

"I shouldn't have slept with you." Arthur mumbled softly, moving onto his hands and knees, then laying beside the smiling demon.

"You shouldn't have, but you did. And you liked it, too, dude." Alfred chuckled, tracing small patterns along Arthur's thigh, trailing his finger upwards until he got to his nipple, swirling around it smoothly, the sweat on the smaller teen's body clinging to Alfred's finger.

"Mmm... I barely know you..." Arthur complained, closing his eyes and letting Alfred touch him.

"And I barely know you." Alfred replied, moving a little closer and tracking his finger back down, dipping it into Arthur's naval, making him flinch and laugh softly.

"I don't get how you got in my pants so quickly..." Arthur mumbled, adjusting his head on Alfred's outstretched arm, peeking with one eye at the blue-eyed male next to him.

"I guess I'm just one attractive devil." Alfred chuckled, and Arthur raised a mocking brow.

"Or I was just desperate. Ever thought of that?" Arthur teased, leaning in and kissing Alfred before he pushed himself up. Alfred smiled and watched Arthur get off the bed, then stretch. From the back, he could see the mess he made in the teen, and his jizz was slowly leaking out, dripping down between his legs. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Alfred spotted something. A book on Arthur's nightstand with a seal on it, a seal Alfred knew too well. He sat up slowly, staring at the book. Arthur looked over his shoulder to announce to his partner that he was going to take a shower, but he stopped when he saw him eyeing the book.

"Like it? It's a devil's trap." Arthur said, walking around the bed until he found his boxers, and he slipped them on. When he went back, he picked up the book and flipped it open, plopping down beside Alfred and showing him the various symbols and drawings in the tome.

"My parent's gave it to me. I'm kind of... er... into this sort of stuff." Arthur explained, and Alfred swallowed nervously.

"I... I see. You ever see one?" He asked in a teasing tone, pretending he didn't believe in such creatures. Arthur frowned, looking quite disappointed, and he shook his head no.

"I want to, though... I know it's a strange thing to want, but I do. I think it would be interesting to meet a demon." Arthur mumbled, rubbing one of the pages between his fingers, admiring the yellow tinge to them.

"You wouldn't freak out? Aren't they supposed to be dangerous?" Alfred questioned, surprised that a human would be eager to meet a beast like himself.

"Hmmm... I can't say for sure, but... I think I would be more excited than scared..." Arthur mumbled, then he closed the book and hopped off his bed, "You know, I was so into this stuff, I painted a devil's trap under my bed.

"You what?" Alfred wheezed, his eyes widening slightly. He was lucky Arthur wasn't facing him at that moment, and he quickly composed himself.

"Yeah, just in case. Wanna see?" Arthur asked with a smirk, putting his hands on his hips, "You'll have to help me move the bed, though."
Alfred swallowed again, then pulled himself to the edge of the bed, pushing his legs out from under him. He tried to get off the bed, but he was stuck. It felt as if there were a chain stuck in his back, around his spinal chord, and it held him in place. Alfred felt a small bubble of panic burst in his chest.

"What's the matter?" Arthur asked, a strange look in his eyes as he watched the taller blond sit on his bed.

"Uh..." Alfred thought quickly, trying his hardest not to look or sound nervous, "My legs... They're too weak..." He came up with, smiling sheepishly at the standing teen. Arthur's brows rose in surprise, then he laughed a little.

"Was I too amazing for you?" Arthur purred, moving close to the smiling blond and kissing him softly.

"You keep thinking that, babe." Alfred shot back, chuckling softly, "Anyway, I doubt you actually have a devil's trap under here."

"I do. If you could get up I would show you." Arthur said, standing straight once more and crossing his arms.

"Nah, I'll lay here for a little longer. What's it painted with?" Alfred asked, laying back on the bed and looking at Arthur.

"Spray paint. It'll scrape off with enough pressure, but demons can't erase the markings if they're already inside of it." Arthur explained, getting on his knees and grabbing his cell phone off the nightstand. He used the edge of his phone to scrape a thick line through his mark, then he lifted the powdery and dry paint to the demon on his bed. Alfred could feel that chain in his back slack, then fall away, and he pushed himself back in a sitting position.

"No way, you actually painted one?" Alfred laughed, touching the red paint and rubbing it between his fingers. Arthur smiled with pride and nodded.

"Well, now it's ruined, but I can just repaint it later." Arthur chuckled, then he got back up and placed his phone down on his book, "Anyway, I'm going to take a shower. Want to join, jelly-legs?"

Alfred smiled and pushed himself up, wobbling slightly at first, then followed after the shorter male into the shower. Arthur had to remove his boxers once more, and they both stepped into the somewhat narrow shower. Alfred had to wrap his arms around Arthur in order for them to fit. Arthur spun around in Alfred's arms so his back was against Alfred's chest and he began washing his hair, sighing in relief. Alfred begun running his hands up and down Arthur's body, slipping them between the faux-blond's legs and brushing away the mess they made.

"Hey... Why me?" Arthur asked softly, snatching the shampoo from the shower floor and pouring some in his hands. Alfred noticed it was dye-safe shampoo, and he laughed softly. He pressed his nose against Arthur's shoulder, then grunted when he felt some of the shampoo track down his cheek.

"Why not you?" Alfred replied softly, wiping his cheek clean, then scrubbing Arthur's hair. Arthur sighed softly and allowed Alfred to tend to him, relaxing against the blond's chest.

"Alfred, what are you doing? I thought you hated humans..." Matthew mumbled softly, and Alfred frowned. He kept quiet and continued stroking Arthur's hair, then he heard a soft hum.

"I shouldn't have had sex with you..." Arthur mumbled again, and Alfred rolled his eyes.

"Look, you had sex with me, so what? It felt good, didn't it? What's wrong with having a little fun every once-in-a-while, dude?" Alfred groaned, unhappy that Arthur was being so guilty all of a sudden. He realized his power must have worn off bit by bit as they were screwing, but he didn't have enough strength at the moment to re-do the spell. His legs seriously felt like jelly, and he was beginning to hate the human body. Aside from their genitalia, of course.

"It... It did feel good, but..." He let out a slow sigh, "I don't think I want to have this kind of relationship with you. With anyone, for that matter... Not now..." Arthur explained, tilting his head to the side feeling Alfred's hands slip from his shoulders and down his back, then around his middle, hugging him close.

"Who ever said anything about a relationship, man? I just wanted to get laid." Alfred stated bluntly, and Arthur's eyes widened. The faux-blond turned his head to stare at Alfred in shock, and Alfred just smiled in return.

"So... There's no feelings here?" Arthur asked, raising a suspicious brow and feeling a little used.

"Nope. None except for the feeling of pure lust to have my dick shoved up someone's ass. And vice versa." Alfred continued being blunt, and Arthur shoved Alfred away. His look of shock turned into one of hatred and guilt.

"Get out!" Arthur hissed, shoving Alfred more until the demon gave in and stepped out of the shower.

"Oh, don't be so grumpy, you did the same!" Alfred hissed, grabbing a towel and drying himself off briefly.

"Shut up! Sod off!" Arthur demanded, and Alfred held up his hands in a surrendering pose. He stepped out of the bathroom with the towel, drying off his hair as he went, and he headed to the bedroom to collect his clothing. As he dressed, he heard the shower turn off and Arthur step out. Alfred tossed his towel onto Arthur's bed, zipping up his pants just as Arthur walked in, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. The shorter blond still looked angry, but he walked up to Alfred and hugged him tightly, surprising the demon.

"Git." Arthur spat, and Alfred laughed softly and hugged Arthur in return.

"I was right, right?" Alfred teased, tilting Arthur's head up and kissing him lightly, getting a pleasant noise in response.

"... No, I just felt like forgiving you, is all." Arthur mumbled pridefully, his green irises moving away from Alfred's face. Alfred just laughed softly before he kissed him a second time.

"I have to get home now, babe."

"Don't call me that."

"You like it." Alfred flirted, winking at the blond. He looked around briefly for his backpack before he remembered he had left it on the school roof. Alfred sighed softly, then ran his fingers through his hair and smiled, "See you later."

"Bye..." Arthur sighed happily, walking Alfred out of his condo and watching him walk away for a few minutes before going back inside. Alfred let out a long, low sigh, then continued walking to his post-abandoned loft. He planned on retrieving his backpack tomorrow, sure that no one would go up to the roof during or after school and steal his stuff. As he walked, he felt a weak buzzing in the back of his head, just behind his right ear.

"I can't believe you actually did that..." Matthew complained in a meek voice, "And you made me watch, too..."

"Tch, you coulda closed your eyes." Alfred snickered, continuing his walk down the road.

"No, I couldn't. Remember, I see what you see? Hoser." Matthew huffed moodily, and Alfred laughed more. They walked in silence for a few more minutes before Matthew spoke up.

"What was up with that, anyway?"

"Hmm? Up with what?" Alfred questioned, casting his eyes down to the concrete he was stepping on, concentrating on Matthew's voice.

"That... touchy-feely crap you pulled on Arthur. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were... enjoying it..." Matthew observed, making the demon who was occupying him scoff.

"I didn't know telling someone you just used them for sex was touchy-feely." Alfred mocked, and Matthew sighed.

"No, not that. I meant when you started washing his hair. You were touching him so softly. You could have passed as lovers, Alfred." Matthew elaborated, and Alfred rolled his eyes and stopped walking, putting his hands on his hips and looking down to his right.

"Can't I have a few relaxing moments when I'm done screwing someone to bask in the afterglow?"
Alfred spun around, facing the opposite direction, and his arms crossed. His eyes turned nervous and shy, and he looked down to his left.

"If 'basking in the afterglow' is what you'd call cuddling someone." Matthew spoke through his own lips, temporarily knocking the demon out of control. He reclaimed the reigns, though, spinning around once more and replacing the spot on his hips.

"I did not cuddle him!" He claimed, a menacing glint in his eyes as he stared down to his right. His head shot to the left and his arms dropped from his hips.

"You so did!" Matthew scoffed, his soft and meek voice drifting from 'Alfred's' lips.

"Did not!" Alfred cried, the cold blue reclaiming his eyes, but only for a second before they were replaced by a gentle violet

"Did so!" Matthew shot back, and they almost continued this back-and-forth, but they were interrupted by a woman walking down on the opposite side of the road. Matthew's purple eyes followed her before they faded back into a blue, and Alfred slunk away, quickly reaching his flat. When he stepped in, he tore off his jacket and threw it on the bed.

"How the hell do you do that?" He hissed at Matthew, making the spirit gasp softly.

"Do what?" Matthew questioned, and Alfred growled in irritation.

"Nevermind! I'm going to sleep, so you better shut up and let me sleep!" Alfred hissed, kicking off his sneakers and belly-flopping onto his mattress, burrowing his face in the pillow. After a few silent minutes, Matthew felt the urge to ask one last thing.

"Um, Alfred..."

"Ugh! What is it?" Alfred groaned, rolling onto his back and throwing his arms out on either side of him. He glared at his ceiling as Matthew whimpered meekly.

"I was just... Is Arthur going to be the only one you sleep with? I don't really want to catch anything..." Matthew mumbled, and Alfred's anger turned into curiosity.

"Catch anything? What do you mean? I 'caught' Arthur today, didn't I?" Alfred asked, looking towards his right, out his window that displayed the wall of the fish factory he was next to.

"No, I meant... I meant STI's or STD's or whatever they're called now... You know... AIDS, herpes, genital warts... the works." Matthew explained, and Alfred sat up slowly.

"And you get that from sex?" Alfred squeaked, and Matthew made a noise of confirmation. Alfred's eyes bulged and he quickly yanked his jeans down, checking out his and Matthew's junk, "Is it okay? Is there anything there?"

"Alfred, calm down! Arthur was as clean as you were! He wouldn't have anything!" Matthew quickly yelped, wishing Alfred would pull up his pants already. Alfred sighed in relief and redid the button, patting his junk as if it were a pet.

"Well... Is there any way we could not get any of that?" Alfred asked, looking out his window again and flopping back on his bed.

"You can just stop having sex. Or only have sex with Arthur, since you know he's clean." Matthew mumbled, not wanting to mention condoms in case Alfred became some sort of loose slut.

"Wait, so I can have sex with anyone who's clean?" Alfred asked, bright blue eyes glittering.

"I... I suppose... But-"

"Brilliant! Then I can just ask them if they're clean before fucking them!" Alfred cried happily, throwing his hands above his head.

"But, Alfred!" Matthew whined, making the demon groan, "People lie! They lie all the time, and they'll definitely lie if it gets them laid!"

"What? Really? Is there a definite way we could find out?" Alfred whimpered, not wanting to give up sex, and not wanting to be limited to only one sex partner for the rest of his possessing life.

"Yeah, they could go get tested." Matthew mumbled, and Alfred smiled. Just before he began celebrating, however, Matthew added, "But for serious diseases like AIDS, it takes six months for it to appear, and if not tested within the sixth month, you might never know until it's too late."

Alfred groaned in disappointment, rubbing his eyes with his hands and kicking his feet a few times. "So, Mr. I'm-a-walking-health-textbook, what you're saying is that the only way to know for sure is if they're a virgin?" Alfred questioned, and Matthew hummed in thought.

"Yes, that's about right." Matthew affirmed, and Alfred huffed and rolled onto his stomach.

"My Satan, how many students are going to still be virgins?" Alfred whined, and Matthew huffed.

"I was still a virgin until you ripped that away from me!" He hissed, and Alfred chuckled and hugged his pillow.

"You better praise me for that. Fucking is the greatest thing you'll ever feel!" Alfred sighed, stretching out like a cat before resuming his curled up position, closing his eyes and hugging his pillow.

"I can't feel it, actually... You numbed my body from me..." Matthew pointed out, and Alfred opened his eyes a little.

"Right... Sorry..." Alfred apologized earnestly, a little upset that Matthew was so upset. Alfred was having the time of his life, but there Matthew was, moping around like a beat up kid.

Well, it wasn't his problem. Hell, he was a demon after all. Humans are pitiful creatures to him. Nothing but a blip on the Earth's surface.

Or at least... That's what he's been taught to think...

~-.-~

Alfred arrived on school grounds twenty minutes before the bell rang, and he hurried up the stairs towards the roof, wanting to retrieve his bag before he ended up late to class. When he found his backpack leaning against one of the walls, he rushed over to it, picking it up and giving it a once-over, making sure nothing was taken.

"Alfr-yed." He heard a soft voice call out from the stairs, and the demon turned to see the Russian exchange student, Ivan, standing in the doorway and holding it open. Arthur was right behind him, his cheeks a faint red and his eyes never really looking at Alfred at all. This just made the demon happy, though, and he slung the bag over his shoulder.

"Hey, Ivan. Hey, Arthur." Alfred greeted them, and Ivan nodded slowly, waiting for Alfred to reach them. He closed the door behind the blond, then walked behind him and Arthur down the steps and towards their first class together.

"So, I see you two couldn't get enough of me?" Alfred joked and Arthur rolled his eyes.

"I just figured, since you're new and all, that you'd still need help fitting in. Plus, Ivan looked lonely." Arthur muttered, and Ivan looked down at the shortest when he heard his name, but lost interest when he couldn't understand the rest of the words. Alfred scoffed and hung an arm around Arthur's shoulder, shaking him a little.

"Nah, you totally missed me!" He brags, and Ivan gives them a confused and somewhat lonely look. Arthur shoved Alfred away, and Alfred spun around and started walking backwards, smiling at Ivan.

"How much English do you know?" Alfred asked, and Ivan stared blankly, occasionally glancing up to make sure the blonde didn't run into anything.

"He's barely learnt anything." Arthur answered Alfred, grabbing his arm and turning him back around, "All he really knows is 'hello', 'goodbye', and other small things."

Ivan simply bobbed his head, glancing between the two as they spoke and staying relatively quiet. His breathing was a little loud, though, and it made Alfred a bit uneasy for some reason.

When the trio reached the first floor, Alfred was immediately shoved out of the way by a young girl with long brown hair as he raced up the stairs, books pressed against her breasts. Arthur gave her a confused look while Ivan looked like he really couldn't care less, but then a nervous whisper that swept the halls explained it all.

"He's coming!"

"Just stay out of the way!"

"He's got Antonio with him!"

"He's looking for someone!"

"Don't look at me, don't look at me..!"

"It's Feliciano!"

Arthur's brows shot up in shock and slight horror and he grabbed Alfred's and Ivan's arms, tugging them up the stairs so they were hidden, but Alfred peeked over the railing anyway.

"Who's Feliciano?" Alfred asked, getting a rough punch to the arm.

"Shush!" Arthur hissed, giving the other blond a nervous glance. He proceeded to whisper, "Feliciano is one of the school's roughest, meanest, and ruthless bullies! He's practically the head of the bully chain in the whole school!"

Alfred's eyes bulged in interest and he peered over the railing once more, only able to see a little bit of the hallway, enough to show five girls pressed against the lockers and trying to pretend like they didn't exist. In his head, he could hear Matthew whimpering.

"Alfred, please don't instigate anything! Feliciano isn't someone you want to mess with!" Matthew warned, his voice high and panicky. This just made Alfred that much more eager.

Ivan just didn't care, leaning against the wall and looking at something on his phone.

Alfred leaned a little further over the railing, able to see Antonio step into his line of sight, smirking at a few of the girls. The Spaniard was sporting a red dress shirt that flared a little at the collar and sleeves. His black skinny jeans showed off his legs nicely, and his shiny black loafers complemented the rest of his appearance.

A student rushed by, a male freshman, and Antonio feinted a jab in his direction, making the boy gasp and run faster, laughter chasing him down the hall. Antonio faced the girls again and looked them up and down, cracking his knuckles as he did so.

"Any of these?" Antonio asked, glancing over his shoulder at whoever this Feliciano guy was. However, instead of seeing one buff, intimidating looking guy step in, he saw two somewhat regular looking students step up behind Antonio, one of them quite buff, and only a little intimidating. The other looked quite air-headed and was busy looking at Antonio.

"Is the blond one Feliciano?" Alfred whispered to Matthew and Arthur, but neither responded. Matthew was worried that Feliciano would somehow be able to hear him, which was ridiculous, but when Alfred snarled softly, glaring off to his left, Matthew caved.

"N-no, the blonde one is Ludwig. He's a nice-ish guy, but he follows Feliciano everywhere..." As if on cue, the brunette tilted his head to the left, a strange curl on the side of his head bouncing as he moved.

"He's on the stairs." Feliciano said, his voice light and sweet with a smile that could give one diabetes. Alfred snorted, only to have Arthur clap a hand over his lips. Ludwig and Antonio headed up the stairs while Feliciano checked out the girls, smiling sweetly at them and getting whimpers and nervous glances in return.

Antonio and Ludwig stopped when they reached the trio, Ivan playing Fruit Ninja, Arthur looking panicked, and Alfred watching them boredly. Antonio scowled and glanceed at Ludwig who shook his head. They shoved past the trio, heading further up the stairs and looking around. When they saw no one else, they went back down, Antonio giving Arthur a complimentary push against the wall as he went.

"He's not here, Romanito." Antonio called out, getting a cold stare from the brunette.

"Look again." Feliciano suggested lightly, but his eyes said otherwise. Ludwig frowned and rubbed the back of his neck.

"There's just three guys there, Feli. The Russian exchange student, the English student, and the new kid." He added, and Feliciano's eyes darkened considerably.

The brunette turned to the group of girls who immediately started whimpering and shivering under his gaze. He let a small smile play at his lips, then sauntered towards them, linking his fingers behind his back as he got closer. When he was close enough, he lightly stroked one of the girl's long blonde hair, twirling it in his fingers.

"Do you know where my money is?" He asked sweetly, only to get a very scared, very twitchy shake of the head in response. Feliciano laughed through his nose, then slammed a fist deep into the locker beside her damn head, earning a high-pitched squeal from the girl.

"I want my money!" Feliciano yelled, pulling his fist away from the dent in the locker, his knuckles bleeding. The girl quickly dug her hands into her bra and tugged out a few dollars, dropping them at Feliciano's feet. The Italian took a step back and glared at the girl's friends, who also started dropping their cash onto the linoleum floor. One of them even tossed their rhinestone encrusted leather wallet onto the floor, flinching when the thud echoed throughout the hall.

Antonio stepped lightly towards Feliciano and squatted down to scoop up the money, handing it off to Ludwig who counted them aloud and folded them neatly. When the leather wallet was picked clean and Ludwig finished counting off the cash, the blond tucked them into Feliciano's coat pocket for him and announced, "Seventy-six dollars."

Feliciano sniffed as he stared the girls down, then turned on his heel and started to walk away. Ludwig sighed softly and Antonio's smirk drooped a little as he stood.

"The blond one, please." Feliciano called out, flourishing a hand in the air as he did so, and he continued to walk. Ludwig's eyes widened slightly and Antonio's smirk reclaimed his lips. All of the girls gasped and clung to their blond friend, but Antonio pried her away from the others and shoved her down onto the floor.

"Crawl, you bitch." He commanded, and she did just that, crawling quickly and shamefully towards Feliciano, who had already turned the corner. Ludwig just shook his head and took out his phone, trailing behind Antonio who would kick the poor student in the ribs if she slowed down.
Alfred pulled away from the railing with a dropped jaw and wide eyes. Arthur had turned away ages ago. Ivan was still enjoying his game.

"That was Feliciano?" Alfred questioned, getting a nod from Arthur and a soft hum from Matthew.

"He was one of my main bullies..." Matthew informed, and Alfred laughed a little.

"He's like a little devil! Oh my-! Dude!" Alfred cried, unable to get his thoughts out. Ivan and Arthur stared at the blond in confusion. Alfred turned to Arthur and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him lightly.

"Did you see that? Did you see how vicious that little dude was! Holy shit!" Alfred laughed, and Arthur shook his head.

"You're crazy, Alfred!" Arthur scolded, but that didn't stop the demon from laughing. He looped an arm around Arthur's neck and guided him back down the stairs, grabbing IVan and tugging him along with them.

"Let's go to class, man." Alfred chuckled and Arthur rolled his eyes.