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Darker Than Morning	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2275 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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***EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA: By popular demand, I have written an extra LudwigxArthur ficlet at the end of this chapter explaining their one night stand. Read it if you so wish! ^^

***Warning: Hardcore yaoi, language

Chapter 9

Ivan was sitting at his office desk while gazing out the window at the sea. He had just come in from the garden with Ludwig and was now waiting to have his ears bent by one of his ‘mates.’ They must still be fighting, but wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long. Gilbert will get bored quickly if the fight doesn’t move up from simple shoving and hair pulling. Although, the image of the fight was still making him chuckle in amusement. Never had he thought he would see something like that with either one of those two. Ivan knew it was because neither one of them could back down.

The door suddenly flew open and Ivan’s first reaction was to duck under the desk, and he did.

“Master Ivan!” It was Toris.

Ivan peeked up over his desk and saw the demon. “Oh, Toris. It’s only you. Good.” He stood up. “What is it?”

Toris bowed. “I have a reply letter to our ransom note.” He walked over and handed it to Ivan.

Ivan’s eyes scanned over the document and his smile grew. “Just the answer I was looking for.”

“Sir?” Toris blinked.

“I need to show this to Arthur. He thinks that the human army will still respect him after he’s been a demon prisoner for so long. This is proof right here that they don’t want him back, which works out in my favor.”

Toris frowned. “Is that really fair to Arthur?”

“His own men said this. I didn’t.” Ivan smiled. “I will have that human crawling into my bed every night from now on and this little paper will see to that. Arthur has so much pride, but once he sees this, he’ll tone it down.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Toris asked.

“He will.” Ivan gave a smile.

“IVAN!” The door swung open with a shout and his tail went perfectly straight.

“Master Gilbert?” Toris eeped as the white demon stormed in. His white hair was tasseled and his arms held a few bruises. Toris saw this as his chance to leave, and he did. Quickly.

Ivan retreated quickly to his desk, but Gilbert grabbed his tail and yanked.

“Hold it right there! I’ve got a HUGE fucking bone to pick with you!”

Ivan pretended to look scared and hurt, but Gilbert wasn’t buying it. Gilbert shoved him into his chair and stood before him. Gilbert’s glare and body language told Ivan that he was anything but happy.

“Sweetling, why are you so mad?”

“Don’t you DARE call me ‘sweetling’ you fat baboon!”

Ivan’s brows went up sadly at the insult.

“What the hell is up with you giving all this stuff to Arthur? I don’t even care that he is your mistress, but why does he get nicer things than me?”

“He’s a human that I like to play around with.” He smiled. “You’re the only one for me, Gilbie.”

“Cut the lovey-dovey shit, Ivan!” Gilbert growled.

“Yes, sir.” Ivan replied with a whine but couldn’t contain the tiny smile that broke out around his lips.

“I am your true and lawful mate! I should get the biggest and the best of EVERYTHING!” Gilbert shouted. “Make him your mistress if you wish, but you DARE give him more than me!”

“Next time I will give you more, Gilbert, I promise. I’m just trying to appeal to Arthur’s nature. Unless you haven’t noticed, he can be tough to handle.”

Gilbert placed his hands on his hips now. “I know why you like him. He’s a loudmouth who’s sharp as a whip and runs circles around you. Just like you, he’s boring and likes to sit around and read! I like to go out and have fun, which is more than you ever do! Besides, he doesn’t even want you! He wants my brother!”

Ivan smiled happily. “No, he wants me.”

Gilbert smirked. “Trust me, he’s better off with my brother. MUCH better off. Kesesese!” Gilbert turned away and flicked his tail in Ivan’s face.

Ivan frowned. “What are you saying, Gilbert? You’re doing your ‘I know something you don’t know’ strut. Tell me.”

“Hm. Sorry, can’t tell.” He flashed a toothy grin over his shoulder at Ivan.

Ivan’s face grew serious and he stood from his chair. “Gilbert. Tell me what you know. It has to do with Ludwig and Arthur, am I right?”

Gilbert replied with a wink.

“They know each other I bet.”

“Bingo.” Gilbert turned to face him with a smug smile. “They do know each other. They know each other VERY well.” He walked up to Ivan’s desk. “I can’t believe it took you this long to figure it out. You’re so dense sometimes, lover.” Gilbert poked at Ivan’s chest. When the larger demon bent his head to look, Gilbert flicked his nose. “Gotcha.”

Ivan wiggled his nose and pouted at the prank.

“See? Too gullible.”

“Just tell me. How do they know each other? And how ‘well’ do they know each other?”

Gilbert sat on the desk and pulled Ivan’s face closer to his. “They’ve met a long time ago. It was a mutual relationship, both not knowing whom the other really was. They shared some time together. They’ve had sex.” Ivan frowned at that part. “But Arthur, as we know him, is very stubborn and cold. He shoved my brother away, not wanting much to do with him. My brother, being the half-breed, still holds that demon sense of possessiveness and he wants Arthur for his own. Winning Arthur is no easy task.”

Ivan still frowned. “Arthur has denied Ludwig’s mating. That’s proof enough that he is fair game to any other demon.”

“However, my love,” Gilbert got onto his hands and knees, giving Ivan’s pouty lips a lick with his tongue. “I’ve spoken to my brother and Arthur.” He nuzzled Ivan’s face. “Ludwig still wants him and Arthur is more attracted to him. Think about it. Arthur’s had sex with humans, plus sex with a half-breed, and now sex with a full blooded demon.”

Ivan narrowed his violet eyes at him. “What’s your point?”

“Ask yourself this, my love. Why would Arthur choose you when he can have Ludwig? Think about it. Ludwig is half human so he can appeal to Arthur’s race. He is also half demon, which means he holds some of the demon sex drive. Not the venom nor the features, but his stamina and strength are that of a demon.” He licked Ivan’s lips again. “And Ludwig is very rich. That cute little room you gave to Arthur? Ludwig could give twice as much.” Gilbert kept the full truth hidden from Ivan and with good reason.

“He may very well choose me. Is there a problem if Arthur chooses to be with me? Are you going to go crazy and murder him?”

“Please. This was mostly about the rhubarb pie and the silk comforter. Petty, I know. But damn it, don’t give that human more than you give me! I’m your true mate, Ivan Braginski.” He pulled the other close to him. “I would like to see my brother happy, though. I would hope Arthur goes with him.”

“Ludwig is my opponent now.” Ivan said seriously.

“I don’t want you to hurt my brother. I know what you are capable of. I’ve seen it. You’ll eat my brother from the inside out. And if that happens… I will have to kill you.” Gilbert pressed his forehead to Ivan’s. “You know I can.”

“But you won’t.” Ivan smiled. “Arthur will choose me. I know he will, so I am not concerned with your cute little threats.” He suddenly slammed Gilbert onto the desk and climbed atop of him. “For the future, my love, don’t threaten me like that again. Do you want to release my cruelty?”

Gilbert’s eyes widened a bit. He had forgotten about that part with Ivan.

“Do you care if I mate with Arthur?”

“Not really. Not like I have much a choice, anyway. He likes mating with you more than I do.” Gilbert smirked. “I’m just here for the luxury of living a high lifestyle.”

“Shame on you.” Ivan kissed him. “You’re lucky we share a bond, or I would have ripped your throat out with that little comment.”

Gilbert wrapped his tail around Ivan’s. “Just don’t mention rhubarb pie to me again.”

After their mating, Gilbert was curled up and asleep on the couch in Ivan’s office. Ivan continued to stare at his mate, knowing full well that they did not love each other. The bond they shared was something all demon mates had. Love was not something that existed for demons, only humans. Demons held a fondness for their mates that made them act gentle to one another. The bond and fondness was the same for all demons, regardless of what gender their mate was.

Similarly, Ivan did not love Arthur, but he had developed a fondness for him. It was still his goal to make Arthur love him in the way that humans did. He knew Arthur would never actually show his

love, but Ivan would know it was there. That was what he wanted. The fondness for Arthur grew even stronger now that he knew of Ludwig’s attraction to the human. Ivan wanted him and he would make Arthur fall for him. All he would have to do is act more ‘humanly’ to Arthur. Tonight, when they lay together, Ivan would make love to Arthur, not fuck him. Arthur needed to feel that bond and fondness, too. Arthur’s hard personality strained from the constant disappointments of life and the human was looking for some tenderness. Arthur may hide it very well, but Ivan knew it was there. All he had to do was find it, release it, and then claim the headstrong human as his own.

“You will be mine, Arthur Kirkland.”

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Arthur’s stomach hurt as he shoveled the end of the first half of rhubarb pie in his mouth. The pie was big, but he was determined to eat as much of it as he could. If anything, the stomachache was worth it, for he was doing this out of spite. He hoped Gilbert would walk through his door and see how much of the pie he had eaten. Arthur promised himself that after his sex with Ivan tonight, he would eat the rest of the pie.

The rum bottle was half empty, and he even had another full one to drink. The effects of the alcohol were already beginning to take over his body and dull his senses. He continued to sit on the bed and drink the bottle until it was empty. A drunken smirk crept along his lips and he gave a little hiccup. Giving Ivan the screw of his life tonight was little payment for everything the demon had given him. Arthur didn’t care at this moment what was to happen, just as long as he felt good.

“I deserve it after all the shit I’ve been through recently.” The thought even crossed his mind to go to Ludwig after he was done fucking Ivan. “Or maybe have them both at the same time and make Gilbert watch.”

Arthur grinned at that.

“Hell yeah… That would blow the albino’s mind! Oh, and I have to be covered in rhubarb pie!” Arthur threw his head back and laughed. “I’m starting to crack!” He flopped back on the bed. “And I’ll make sure to have a picture taken of said double penetration and send it in my next letter to Alfred! How deliciously cruel!”

Arthur’s laugher died when he noticed the sun had finally set, which meant that Ivan would be here soon. He got up quickly and stripped himself of all clothes, standing naked in the light of dusk. After admiring the orange sky he quickly set to lighting all the candles. With his alcohol blurred eyes vision in the dark would be near impossible and he wanted to see Ivan when the demon came in. As he lay naked on the bed he thought about his sudden change in attitude. He knew full well the alcohol was helping, but he was still able to think logically. He was just feeling good.

“I can’t believe this. I want to be fucked by a demon. If the others heard about this-”

The door opened slowly and Arthur quickly posed on the bed. Ivan had come and he was ready.

Ivan stepped into the room and froze when he saw Arthur on the bed. Immediately his arousal spiked and his wings shimmed with excitement. Arthur was writhing lightly on the bed, eyes lidded with lust and the smell of alcohol heavy in the air. Ivan remained still, trying to calm his raging blood and the need to mate. He wanted to make love to Arthur, not ravish him. And yet, this is how Ivan wanted the human. What rotten luck on his end.

“Don’t have anything to say?” Arthur asked him from the bed.

“Well, I will say this.” Ivan smiled. “I have to give you rum much more often!”

“I’m more compliant this way, right?” ‘That’s what Alfred always said,’ Arthur said to himself.

“It would seem so.” Ivan started to walk over to the bed, removing his military jacket as he did. “But I like you even when you’re spitting venom and fighting me.” Ivan noticed the look of surprise that flashed through Arthur’s eyes.

“Y-You do? Why?” Arthur sat up from the bed to meet the other face-to-face. “My attitude has been my downfall in relationships. How can you say that you like it?” His body shook with a massive hiccup.

“Oh? And just how many relationships have you had?” Ivan figured he meant Ludwig, and maybe some other past relations. “What men are unable to handle you?” He rested one knee on the bed beside Arthur, looking down at the naked man.

Arthur gulped slightly, but his eyes never wavered. “Maybe three… just three. One major relationship and bad break-up… the other two… just flings.”

Ivan’s lips curled into a smirk.

“Oh? What breakup has you hurting, sweetling?” Ivan leaned his head down to nuzzle behind Arthur’s ear, enjoying hearing the human moan softly.

“It’s not something I want to bring up at this particular moment…”

“Come now, you can tell me.” He reached over to the table and grabbed the rum bottle, placing it in Arthur’s hand. “Everyone needs to share their sorrows sometimes.”

Arthur looked at the bottle, hesitant. He felt Ivan climb onto the bed behind him, pulling their bodies close. Arthur remained in Ivan’s arms, allowing the large limbs to secure themselves around his narrow waist. Ivan’s tail lay along their right legs with the tip wiggling around like a snake. Ivan’s erection was pressed into his lower back and those sharp claws were gently tapping on his stomach. Arthur gripped the bottle, hoping that those claws would poke through his skin soon to fill his body with orgasmic pleasure. To stifle his wanton mode, he pressed the bottle to his lips and took a sip.

Arthur had wanted to tell someone about his failed relationship, but was the demon the right being to share it with? Arthur figured if he changed some names, Ivan would never be able to figure it out. He would have to be careful.

“Don’t be hesitant, my English Rose. I want to know who would have it their souls to toss you aside.”

Ivan’s eyes became cat-like and his fangs grew with the anticipation of some juicy details. Ivan knew Arthur could not see the change in his features, or the man would take off running. He wanted to know as much about Arthur as he could.

“I… I caught my lover… my boyfriend, in bed with my best friend.” Arthur started, playing with the rim of the bottle. “I thought he loved me. We were having some issues, like all couples do. He is the complete opposite of me. Fun, adventurous, daring, stupid, smelly, tall, built, charismatic, and unnecessarily LOUD.” He shouted the last word.

Ivan’s grin and teeth grew wider, his eyes never changing from slits.

“He sounds like he would be good friends with my Gilbert.”

Arthur chuckled. “You’re probably right. Those two are alike in personality… but I guess I’m too much for him.” Arthur frowned and slumped in Ivan’s arms. “Guess he… got bored of me.”

Ivan’s demon tongue slid out of his mouth and past his chin, the end twisting into a tip. This was his chance to start wooing Arthur to his side. The human was opening up and showing his vulnerable side.

“See, this is where demons differ from humans and why my race is better.” Ivan let his hand run up Arthur’s chest. “We don’t ‘marry,’ we simply ‘mate.’” He slipped his other hand down to rub at Arthur’s groin, stirring it to life. “Mates respect one another. They go about their daily business and interact when they need to. The true purpose is for reproduction, but that instinct doesn’t hold its full meaning anymore.” Ivan nipped at Arthur’s neck. “They respect and honor and care for their mate. No one expects more or less from their chosen one.”

Arthur moaned, leaning his body back into Ivan and melting into his touches.

“There seems to be…something missing in your ‘mating,’ though. Something we humans have that you do not possess.”

“So then why aren’t you in the arms of your human ex-lover? Why are you in the arms of a demon, succumbing to its every touch?” Ivan let his fingers pinch a pink nipple.

Arthur let out a pleasured gasp. “I… I don’t know!”

“That’s because you know it isn’t there!” Ivan gave a little hiss and spun Arthur around, pressing him back on the bed. “Mate with me.”

“Mate?” Arthur repeated, looking up at the demon’s altered features. He felt his blood run cold with fear, but his lower parts were aching with lust at the sight. “I am human.”

“And I am demon. It’s been done before, Arthur.”

Arthur turned his head away, feeling a few tears sting his eyes. “I… I can’t.”

Arthur knew he should because it was all part of the plan. His duty was to get Ivan to fall in love with him so the demon could be brought down. With the mixed emotions, he was already feeling towards Ivan made the blonde hesitate even more. Arthur feared it would be too much of a risk for himself and his honor. Closing his eyes, he decided that the matter could be dealt with tomorrow and he should stick to the plan.

“Arthur, I promise to be gentle this time.” Ivan assured him, stroking the soft cheek.

Arthur opened his eyes again. “But if I mate with you… that means I’m to only be with you. I cannot go with another if I wanted to.”

“Someone like Ludwig, you mean.” Ivan said with a little growl. “You are correct. You will not be able to sleep with another. You will have to remain here, as my mistress. Do you accept?”

Arthur had no choice. He had to accept Ivan’s offer and then figure out what to do about Ludwig later. Green eyes met violet slits before Arthur gave his answer.

“Yes.” He responded softly. “Yes, I do.”

Those few words were all Ivan needed to hear to proceed further. With a gentle hand, he stroked the blonde hair away from green eyes to gaze into them. He moved his face closer to Arthur’s, doing

nothing more than just admiring those green orbs. Ivan could faintly see his reflection and he smiled, purring low in his throat. He could feel Arthur’s body heating up beneath him and felt the other’s growing arousal against his own. It took all of his resolve not to flip the human over and take what he wanted. This night was to win Arthur’s affection so the human did not drift towards Ludwig.

“What are you doing?” Arthur asked with a hiccup.

“Admiring you. Am I allowed to do so?”

Arthur looked up at him. “It’s just odd, that’s all.” He hiccupped again.

“Did your ex-lover ever admire you like this?” Ivan asked softly.

“No… I used to do it to him, though, when he was sleeping.”

Ivan nuzzled his nose with Arthur’s in a cute manner. “Then he was a fool. I adore pretty things. You will be treasured here.”

“Treasured?” Arthur repeated with slight disbelief in his voice.

“I will show you.”

Arthur felt his nerves tingle with delight at the word ‘treasure.’ It was a tacky reference, but nonetheless, it made him feel special. Alfred had never said anything like that to him. Not only did Ivan say something so endearing, but the demon was showing it as well.

Instead of fangs, soft lips kissed along his jaw line and throat. Arthur tilted his head back and let out a soft groan, allowing more skin to be bared. Large hands began to wander along Arthur’s sides, but not one claw pierced the skin. Arthur felt like giving out a whine of protest, for he wanted those claws to distribute the venom. However, he could make do with the gentle touches. Never in his whole time being with Alfred did he remember the younger man treating him like this.

“Your body is responding nicely to my touches. You like them that much?” Ivan asked with a little chuckle.

“I do.” Came Arthur’s breathy reply. “Don’t stop.”

Ivan moved his lips down Arthur’s smooth chest, kissing a line straight down the center. He stopped right below the belly button and gave a little nibble, pulling away to see the small red mark left behind. With a flick of his tongue he licked the spot, which in turn made the man beneath him shiver. Ivan smirked as he thought of what was going to come next. It would shock Arthur, but the blonde would be unable to resist it once it was happening.

Arthur’s heart skipped a beat when he felt Ivan’s mouth kissing down by his erection. Even in his alcohol-hazed mind, Arthur did not want to feel Ivan’s mouth on him. He sighed in relief once the lips traveled past his groin, but they did not continue to his thighs as hoped. Instead, he felt his legs spread wide and his thighs resting on those large horns. The thick bone was warm to the touch, not cold like Arthur would have thought. He tried to move his legs off the horns, but Ivan’s growl froze him in place. The demon’s face was too close to his entrance and a shiver of uncertainty traveled down his spine. If Ivan were going to do what he thought, then it would be Arthur’s first time. A hot blush spread across his cheeks when the teasing flick of a pointed tongue tickled his entrance.

“Ah! I-Ivan?!” Arthur lifted his head to look down at the demon. Violet slits looked up at him.

“Just enjoy.” came Ivan’s response.

Arthur felt another strange sensation sneaking up his leg, soon realizing that it was Ivan’s tail. The long appendage wrapped around Arthur’s waist once, holding him in place against the bed. The tail was warm and felt very similar to that of a snakes’ skin. It was not at all unpleasant and he actually even liked it. What came next had his back arching off the bed in both surprise and pleasure.

Ivan’s long tongue swirled around the small opening before the solid muscle pushed through. Arthur’s hands flew to his mouth and he cried out into them. The slick muscle started a gentle thrusting inside with the tip tickling all around. The sensations were unlike anything Arthur had felt before and he responded by thrusting his hips into the motions. The tongue thrusts did not last long and when it was removed, Arthur let out a whine of disappointment.

Ivan pulled his head back and licked his lips, allowing Arthur’s legs to drop to the bed. “How did that feel?” He asked with a smirk. “Better than a human?”

Arthur was still panting. “I… I’ve never… had it before.”

“Then you were a virgin to that! At least I’ve claimed something of yours.”

“Why are you being like this?” Arthur asked.

“I want to… how do you humans say it? Oh, yes. I’m making love to you. That’s how your race mates, yes?”

“Under false pretenses,” Arthur replied with a frown, turning his head to the side.

“Same fundamentals,” Ivan pulled Arthur’s face back to look at him. “You will enjoy it, I promise.” Ivan said nothing more, but leaned down to capture Arthur’s lips with his own.

Their eyes locked on one another, never breaking from the kiss. Ivan was already positioning himself at Arthur’s entrance, which was slick with his salvia. Once the demon venom mixed with the saliva, it would give the human a new feeling of pleasure. That was part of his plan to claim Arthur as his own. The blonde was even responding to his actions with hips pressing forward and gentle moans. Ivan proceeded further with gently pressing his girth inside, groaning as the tight muscles easily relaxed to accommodate him.

“You’re swallowing me up.” Ivan looked down at the blushing face. “Am I going too slow for you?”

“No… don’t stop.” Arthur breathed out and rested his hands on Ivan’s shoulders. The new feeling of Ivan’s member inside of him was filling his insides with calming warmth. Even though his lower body was filled and deeply penetrated, he still silently wished for the demon to go further. “Don’t stop… please.” He never begged, but this time Arthur couldn’t help it.

“Very well.”

Arthur’s hands were removed from Ivan’s shoulders and held beside his head. Instead of holding them down like Ivan always did, the demon laced their fingers together, squeezing tight. Arthur moaned softly when he realized just how much bigger Ivan’s hands were compared to his. Arthur knew the amount of force that was hidden within these clawed hands and it only helped in making his cock ache. Even Ivan’s weight was heavy atop of him as the demon lay along the length of his body. Violet slits and purring sounds, which would normally repulse him, seemed like the most beautiful features in the world.

Each thrust that came was deep and slow, but not any less pleasurable than what he was used to. As much as Arthur liked when Ivan moved at a rapid speed, the slowness was a different type of

pleasure. He could feel every inch of Ivan moving in and out of him. The demon began to speed up little by little, but only to a gentle rocking motion. The trusts always hit his sweet spot and his cries were ones of breathily gasps.

“As nice as it is… too slow.” Arthur gasped out, looking up into violet slits.

“It’s supposed to be like this. We are mating. Connecting.” He gave a hard thrust that earned a cry of surprise and pleasure from Arthur. “You should only be feeling.”

“But I want the other kind…” He blushed bright red. “Can’t we just cuddle after?” His whine was met with a toothy smirk.

“Are you certain?”

Arthur nodded and slipped his hands from Ivan’s to grip tightly around the horns. “Yes!”

Ivan gave a pleasured hiss before pulling out and ramming back inside. The force sent the bed sliding along the floor almost a centimeter each. Arthur’s cries were music to his ears and the grip on his horns made it easier to thrust. With Arthur holding on, he could focus on keeping their bodies still while he pounded into the smaller form. Arthur’s legs were squeezing around him and the human was even lifting his lithe form using the horns.

Ivan pulled out and flipped him over, entering him again from behind. He was surprised when Arthur pushed himself by the second thrust to sit in Ivan’s lap. Ivan stilled his thrusts and purred when Arthur bent his head to meet their lips. Satisfied smirks were mirrored as the human began to lift himself up and down on Ivan’s cock. Ivan couldn’t resist running his hands along smooth muscles and digging his claws into soft flesh, releasing the venom that Arthur so desperately wanted from him.

“Ivan!” Arthur cried out the name for the first time as the venom trickled into his body, pulling an immediate orgasm from him. “Ivaaaan…” he moaned out the demon’s name.

“Told you I would make you say my name!” Ivan said with a breathy hiss before continuing his sharp upward thrusts. “Keep saying it…”

Arthur continued the mantra of Ivan’s name with each solid thrust into him. Wave after wave of pure pleasure seeped into every part of his body. The alcohol dulled his thoughts and senses, for he would have never cried out Ivan’s name as he did. At the moment he did not care. The only thing he wanted was more of Ivan’s cock striking that special spot with brutal force. He shuddered as another orgasm rocked his body, but Ivan simply continued the pace. Arthur turned his head to kiss the demon once again, opening his mouth and allowing the long tongue to penetrate. He moaned and sucked on the tongue, his legs and body were already limp with exhaustion. There was little physical activity he could do after the last orgasm.

Ivan pulled his tongue out and smiled. “Naughty little vixen! You never fail to surprise me!”

“M-Make me cum one more time…” Arthur asked softly. “But you have to do all the work.” He hiccupped as Ivan pressed him back onto the bed.

“Embrace me.” Ivan commanded and Arthur’s arms wrapped around the broad shoulders; his ankles securely locked at the base of the demon’s tail.

Ivan purred his pleasure as his demands were followed. With a growl he pressed back inside, watching Arthur’s face contort in pleasure. The blonde aided Ivan in the heavy thrusts by lifting his hips from the bed to get a better angle. Ivan was able to drive fast and hard into the wanton body, flapping his wings as he did. He could feel Arthur’s weak nails digging into his back, but they could

never actually pierce the skin. Each little movement from Arthur’s face to his nails threw Ivan’s senses into overload. The human was allowing him full domination and just that realization brought Ivan to orgasm. He roared while his cum spilled into the willing body that accepted all of it. Ivan was pleased with that as he pulled out and settled down next to Arthur.

“You said you wish to cuddle?” Ivan asked him only to clarify.

Arthur’s only answer was a nod. Ivan gathered the smaller man into his arms, wrapping his tail and wings around the blonde. They lay there silently for a few minutes while they caught their breath. Once calm, Arthur found himself leaning closer into the warm demon, accepting the embrace.

“Thank you for this.” Arthur whispered against Ivan’s chest.

“You are mine now. I mated with you. Now you belong to me and no other.” Ivan blinked when he felt tears dotting his chest. He glanced down to see two streams of tears trickling down Arthur’s cheeks. “My English Rose…why do you cry? I was gentle with you, was I not?”

“That’s not it.” Arthur whispered. “Must be the rum but… but I wish I had this with him. I wished I had this with him when we were together. What if he does this with his new lover? Why didn’t he ever do it to me? The gentle touches and warm embraces?”

Arthur knew it was mostly his fault, though. He had always been uncomfortable with feelings like ‘love’ and ‘adoration,’ but after being with Ivan, he found to really like it. Maybe it was something he was always hoping for, but was too afraid to betray his pride in fear of getting hurt. In the end, he had still gotten hurt, even when he thought he had protected himself. Maybe he should have been more romantic and loving to Alfred when they were together. If he had, then maybe Alfred would still be with him. Arthur could blame Alfred for the breakup as well because the man never attempted or asked to do such sweet things. He may have in the beginning of their relationship, but it would have been too soon a commitment for Arthur. Or perhaps Alfred just did not care about him that much. Whatever the hell the reason was, it didn’t stop him from crying.

“Your tears are flowing… are you alright?”

Arthur turned into Ivan’s chest and just cried, sobbing loudly into the warm flesh. Ivan had no clue what was happening, but did the only thing he could do, which was to hold the sobbing blonde. He held the smaller man tighter in his arms and stroked the smooth hair. Ivan was sure most of this crying jag was a result of the rum. Arthur would probably hate himself by tomorrow or deny it ever happened. Regardless, Arthur was confiding in him and yearning for his support.

Ivan took a moment to process the thought of why Arthur was acting this way. The alcohol had triggered something, for the usually proud human was now a weeping pile of soft flesh against him. Sometimes human emotions were different from demons, but Ivan could make a hypothesis: His Arthur had probably wanted to cry for a long time, but never would because of the stubborn streak. The blonde also opened up about his ex-lover who had betrayed him. How anyone could betray such a beauty was beyond Ivan’s imagining. It always surprised him how different humans were. They believed you needed to be with only one spouse your whole life and to never share. It was foolish to bond with only one person.

His Gilbert only acted that way sometimes because a human mother had raised him. Ivan knew that Arthur would be happy with him. Gilbert would accept the human quickly, for the mean streak in the white demon never lasted for long. The two would learn to get along quickly. Ludwig was still a slight threat and he couldn’t image Arthur turning into an obedient angel by tomorrow. His precious human would still test him and Ivan welcomed it.

Yet the crying was still bothersome to him. The small body was racked with sobs and there was nothing Ivan could do. His demon male instinct kicked into overdrive and the need to protect what was his grew within. With his wings, he fully encased Arthur’s upper body to shield him from the world. Arthur was his now and nobody was going to change that. Ivan had proof from the humans that they did not want Arthur back. Arthur belonged in Ivan’s bed and not on the battlefield. That was another fight and argument from the green-eyed beauty he was looking forward too.

“You are one with me now, my English Rose.” He kissed the top of the blonde’s head, but Arthur had already cried himself to sleep. Ivan smiled. “Sleep well, my Arthur.”

Ivan closed his eyes and fell into a blissful sleep, now knowing that he was in the lead.

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Ludwig had chosen to go out for a late-night ride on the beach. He had borrowed one of Gilbert’s hunting horses and took Poochie with him. The man wasn’t really going out for a pleasure ride, but that was what he had told the others back at the manor. He was really riding to meet up with Alfred and Kiku to discuss battle tactics. Ludwig stopped his horse at a small oasis and leapt off, walking it with him.

“Mom and apple pie.” Ludwig said with a frown. It was their groups’ secret code thought up by none other than Alfred himself.

The American stepped out of the oasis with Kiku a footfall behind him.

“Glad to see you are well, Ludwig-san.” Kiku smiled softly.

“Likewise, but let’s make this fast.” Ludwig said firmly. “What news do you have of the escape plan?”

Alfred smirked and rubbed his hands together. “We’re going to start planting bombs all around the inside perimeter of the manor. By tomorrow, start pulling the demon guards away for some night training or inspection. Say it’s because you want to make sure Ivan is taking care of things properly with your money. While you’re doing that, our bomb squad will start planting the ammo and timers, one wall at a time. It will take a few days, but we can get it done. But that is not ALL we request of you!”

Ludwig rolled his eyes. “I approve of the first part. What else?”

“You will be responsible for escaping with Arthur and Matthew while the bombs are going off. All the demons will be running around wild, so it gives you a chance to escape. Even if you have to, tell Ivan you are getting them both to safety. Try to make sure Arthur and Matthew will be together when the bombs go off. Once Ivan realizes all three of you are gone, he will follow after you. He is a demon, so he will pick up your scents quickly. Then, when he is close, our troops will use our entire top dollar demon catching shit to nab the brute! After that, we go out to celebrate!”

“It seems well thought out. You all planned this while I was away?” Ludwig asked.

“Yes,” replied Kiku. “But we don’t know what you want to do with your brother. We thought we could leave that up to you.”

Ludwig nodded. “I have an idea in the process. I will get back to you on it. Anything else?”

“Hai,” Kiku looked up at Ludwig. “Could you tell Arthur that I would really like to speak with him? I miss his company dearly and, even if it will be only a short wave from a window, that’s more than enough for me.”

Alfred crossed his arms and remained silent.

“I will. Arthur may or may not accept the proposal to see you. I will write to you and let you know. He seems to be more relaxed around Ivan now. I fear Arthur may start to develop minor feelings for the demon. It is something I will have to watch very carefully.”

Alfred raised his brow in surprise. “Arthur? Really? To a DEMON?” He could hardly get a full sentence out.

“Yes. I will try my best to keep him from growing attached to Ivan. Is that all?”

The other two nodded.

“Very well then. I will write soon. Take care. Let’s go, Poochie.” The dog growled at Alfred before trotting off beside the horse.

Alfred watched as Ludwig rode off, but couldn’t stop thinking about the general’s statement concerning Arthur and Ivan. Alfred had a feeling that he would be poking his nose around this area much more often now that he had gotten word of this. He was worried about Arthur becoming too close to Ivan. The two had to leave the manor to go strolling or riding eventually. When they did, Alfred would be ready for a confrontation. It will only help to fuel the fire and make the plan a success.

End Chapter 9 TBC

***Extra

***Warnings: Hardcore yaoi, language, humor

Arthur stumbled along the hallway using the wall to support his swaggering body. In his other hand he held a half-drunken bottle of rum, which just happened to be his second round. The man never could hold his liquor well but at this time Arthur was proud of that fact. A few hours ago he had caught his boyfriend in the arms of another. His lover and his best friend have betrayed him. The fight that followed was his and Alfred’s most brutal one in their whole time of being together. The venom that was passed between them was just one of the reasons why he had chosen to drink his sorrows away.

Now he was drunk and slightly confused of his surroundings. His head felt larger than it should be. Arthur wanted to cry, scream, and die all at the same time. He paused to take a heavy swig from the bottle and hacked for a moment, spitting up some of the brown liquid. He took a deep breath and continued on, unsure of what he was searching for. All the blond man knew was that he was depressed, hurt, and lonely.

“Arthur?”

At the sound of his name, Arthur turned his head around and squinted at the tall bulky form behind him.

“*hic* Ludwig…oh, sorry…GENERAL *hic* Ludwig.”

“You’re drunk.”

“No shit, Sherlock!” Arthur turned fully to face him and took another swig. “Why are you in my way? Move *hic* it!”

Ludwig said nothing and took Arthur by the arm, leading him down the hall.

“HEY! LET ME GO!”

“You can sleep it off in my room. It is closer.” Ludwig responded, holding on tightly to Arthur’s wrist. Some people were strong while drunk but Arthur was easy to pull along, even with his struggling.

Ludwig opened his door and pulled Arthur through. The drunken man nearly fell, but Ludwig was able to catch him. The larger man lifted Arthur easily in his arms and carried him to the bed. Arthur’s protests came with slurred words and hiccups, but Ludwig paid no attention. Once Ludwig had Arthur on the bed he proceeded to remove the other’s shoes. Arthur gave a drunken chuckle.

“You strippin’ me?” he asked with a swig of the rum.

Ludwig stopped to take the bottle away from him. “Only your shoes.”

“You can strip more, ya know.” Arthur sat himself up with his elbows. “I wouldn’t mind.” He wiggled his large brows.

Ludwig gave him a flat stare before removing the other shoe. “I don’t think so. You are drunk and not thinking clearly.”

Arthur sat himself up and gripped the collar of Ludwig’s military uniform. “My brain is fine!” he hiccupped. “Come now, don’t be a prude.” He moved onto his hands and knees to give Ludwig a lustful, pitiful look. “When will you ever get this chance again?”

Ludwig stood up from the bed. “You are assuming I wanted a chance at all?”

Arthur stood on his knees. “Damn you…don’t say something like that…not at this time!” He said angrily but there were tears stinging his eyes. “Why don’t you desire me? *hic*”

Ludwig was fully taken aback by the drunken words. “Arthur…I think you’re mistaking me for someone else.”

“NO!” He grabbed Ludwig’s shirt again. “I found Alfred in bed with Kiku! They were FUCKING. Alfred brought that harlot into OUR BED and was having sex! Who knows how many other times they have had it! I walked in on them! WALKED IN! *hic* Never have I felt like that before…”

“You are drunk. Lay down.” Ludwig proceeded to push him down but Arthur pressed up against his chest.

“No. I don’t want to sleep…I want you.”

Ludwig just stared at him and didn’t move.

Arthur didn’t wait for an answer but simply tilted his head upwards to capture Ludwig’s lips in a hard kiss. Ludwig immediately pulled away but Arthur pressed forward, locking lips again. The taller blonde remained still while Arthur tried desperately to get him to participate. Arthur had his body pressed up against the broad chest, trying to get the German to respond. Green eyes glared at soft blue when they pulled away.

“What? What are you doing? Why are you just standing there?” He hiccupped again. “Am I not *hic* attractive enough for you?”

“That’s not it," Ludwig kept his voice steady and calm.

“THEN WHAT?” Arthur shouted, tears threatening to fall without his control. “WHY DO YOU HOLD BACK? WHY?”

“You want revenge on Alfred for what he did to you. I apologize, but I cannot be a part of this.”

Arthur grit his teeth. “Toss your human half to the side! Keep only your demon half for me!” He brought his hands down to Ludwig’s belt, fumbling to unbuckle it.

Ludwig grabbed the smaller wrists and growled low. “Dangerous words, General. Be wary of how you use them around me.”

Arthur smirked and chuckled, flopping himself onto the bed. “*hic* Really, Luddy? We enter battle together and slay hundreds. You think I’m afraid of…*hic* of you?”

Ludwig gave him a hard stare.

Arthur licked his lips and slowly spread his legs. “Can your demon side pass this up? Most demons have the…the same sense as animals. You have a willing mate right here. *hic* Are you still going to deny it?”

“Stop.” Ludwig said firmly.

“Stop what?” Arthur looked at him through lidded eyes and started to unbutton his shirt. “No one has to know.”

Ludwig growled and shot his hand out to stop Arthur motions.The gazes of their eyes clashed again before before the larger male crawled onto the bed. Ludwig’s hand roughly gripped the front of Arthur’s shirt and tore it off in one pull. Arthur gave a mixed hiccup and gasp at the motion. With the shirt gone Ludwig tore away the pants, ripping them clean off of creamy skin. Arthur’s underwear was the last piece to be removed before the man was fully naked on the bed.

“You do not blush,” Ludwig commented, his voice holding a husky tone as he removed his uniform jacket.

“I’m far from a virgin.” Arthur couldn’t help the little laugh and hiccup that followed.

“True, but you have yet to experience demon blood.”

“Half. Only half.” Arthur watched while Ludwig stripped before him, taking a moment to roam his eyes over the masculine form.

“Just remember that in the end it was you who asked for this.”

Arthur smirked and closed his eyes. “I knew your- *hic* demon side couldn’t resist.” He held his arms open. “Don’t be afraid to fuck me.”

Arthur’s smaller form was swiftly covered by Ludwig’s larger one, rough hands holds his arms down to the pillows. Arthur let out a soft cry when Ludwig’s lips attached to his neck, nipping at the soft skin with fangs. Rarely did he ever see Ludwig’s fangs but feeling them pinch his skin along with the other’s growing arousal only sent shivers down his spine. This was precisely what he needed to get his mind off of Alfred and Kiku. Not only did alcohol numb the senses but made him horny, as well.

The half-breed above him was moving too fast, but Arthur did not protest the rough treatment. The forceful bites and licks helped to keep him focused on Ludwig. Callused hands left his arms and slid down his body but not in a gentle way. Arthur could tell, even through his alcohol hazed mind, that Ludwig was losing control. He was giving in to his demon half just as Arthur had told him. Arthur could only expect a quick and rough coupling for Ludwig wasn’t known to have many, if any, bed partners.

Arthur was right when Ludwig’s fingers forced their way into his mouth. Arthur tried to coax them with his saliva, but Ludwig pulled them out too fast. His back arched when Ludwig pressed a finger inside, forcing past tightening muscles. Arthur groaned deeply and spread his legs wider while trying to thrust his hips onto the digit. Much like Alfred, Ludwig’s hands were rough and the little sting of hard skin meeting soft tissue only intensified the feeling. Arthur had to turn his face away Ludwig’s for it was too close to his. Ludwig had the same stoic expression on his face even when he pushed another finger inside. When a growl was heard beside his ear, Arthur turned his face back to glare at the other above.

“No.” Arthur said firmly and pushed at the other’s chest.

Ludwig sat back on his haunches, having to remove his fingers from Arthur’s body. He growled again but let it die in his throat as the drunken man climbed onto his lap. Ludwig felt his erection press against Arthur’s hole, and he purred softly. Arthur’s forehead rests against his, and lithe arms encircled his neck. Blurred blue orbs locked on to foggy green as the other began to lower himself. Ludwig held Arthur’s hips tightly and watched the man’s face twist in slight discomfort. The soft moans coming from Arthur’s throat suggested otherwise, that what he was feeling he liked. Ludwig waited until all of him was inside of Arthur before shoving the man away.

“You are not in control here.”

Before the other man could say a word Ludwig had pushed him down and off of his cock. Green eyes looked up at him in confusion from the bed. Gripping those same narrow hips, Ludwig flipped Arthur over so he was on his belly. Arthur rests his head against the pillow while Ludwig shifted him into position. With one fluid motion, Ludwig shoved his way back inside the smaller form. Arthur cried out in pleasure and gripped the sheets in his fists, preparing himself for the thrusts.

Ludwig gripped the headboard and without any warning started a fast pace of heavy thrusts. The beds in the barracks were bolted to the floor, which made the movements easier. Arthur’s insides clenched around his dick with each hard thrust forward. His demon side came out with a vengeance, but Arthur had asked for it. Ludwig knew that he would have to apologize to the man later for the rough rocking thrusts, certain that he was hurting the smaller general.

“D-Don’t stop…! Harder…now!”

Ludwig paused in his motions, surprised by Arthur’s pleas.

“Stupid git! I SAID HARDER!” Arthur thrust back onto him, urging the half blood to continue.

Arthur heard Ludwig growl deeply behind him before that little bundle of nerves was brutally hit. Eyelids hiding green gems shot open with a loud cry of pleasure from his throat. Either Ludwig was a great lover (which he found hard to believe) or the rum was simply intensifying the pleasure. He gripped the sheets to brace himself as those hard thrusts struck all the right places. Ludwig had been packing more than guns and Arthur found himself smirking through his pants. He didn’t care if Ludwig’s forceful thrusts were making him bleed; all he wanted was more. That hard cock driving into him was keeping his head clear of anything that wasn’t white-hot pleasure. With a heavy grunt, he forced himself to grip the headboard as well. Now his body was perfectly aligned with Ludwig.

“Bite me…,” he begged the other and bared his neck. “Bite, you stupid animal!”

Ludwig growled deeply but did as commanded, sinking his fangs into Arthur’s neck. The bite was not deep but he used enough force to keep Arthur from moving away. He groaned into the bite when those slim hips began pressing back against his thrusts. Ludwig let go of the headboard to rest his hands on Arthur’s chest, pinching both nipples with another hard thrust. Arthur cried out helplessly but did not make a move to stop Ludwig. His fangs left the soft skin of Arthur’s neck to latch on to his shoulder, once again holding him in place.

“Come on…*hic*…this position has gotten boring… Spice it up!”

Ludwig pulled out of him and flipped Arthur over onto his back. He grabbed Arthur’s legs to place them over his shoulders, bending the man in half. Lustful green eyes gazed up at him and a pink tongue poked out to lick his lips. Ludwig purred as he watched Arthur’s hands slide above his head to grip the bottom of the headboard. Arthur’s new position told Ludwig that he wanted and was prepared for a harder fucking, which he eagerly delivered.

The mattress screamed loudly under their movements once Ludwig had thrust back inside. Arthur’s cries were anything but discreet. Ludwig held himself up over Arthur’s body with his hands, wanting to gaze down at a face that so rarely expressed anything but annoyance. Sweat dripped from his brow but the man beneath him did not care. The only words coming from that mouth were ones of encouragement. Ludwig threw his weight into the thrusts, not caring if he was hurting Arthur at all. He was certain pain was not involved, but his ears were dead to Arthur’s cries. He growled when Arthur’s legs slipped from his shoulder and paused momentarily to fix their position.

Instead, Ludwig decided to let Arthur’s legs dangle around his waist. Gripping the narrow hips, Ludwig sat back on his knees and pulled the lithe body onto his cock instead of thrusting. Arthur must have loved the new position because Ludwig saw his cock jump and heard a deep groan from the pale throat. Ludwig grit his teeth and focused on only his own pleasure now, pulling the other on and off of his groin. Arthur did little to help in the movements, but it was necessary. Ludwig was pleased to do all the work, since right now he wanted nothing more than to come into the welcoming body beneath him. Any tightening muscles were long since lax with overuse, but Arthur didn’t mind.

A particularly loud wail from Arthur’s throat signaled his completion as the Brit came all over his chest and belly. The smell of cum mixed with his heightened demon senses only made Ludwig’s own climax emerge quicker. With another hard thrust he held the smaller man still and gave a grunt of satisfaction as he came deep inside. He kept Arthur’s body against his groin until he was certain his climax had finished. Only when he felt himself grow limp inside of Arthur was when Ludwig chose to pull out. Arthur had an arm draped over his eyes while panting heavily in afterglow. Ludwig was pleased to see that Arthur’s body had accepted his essence with little trickling out. It was a demon mating sense that Ludwig had no control over. Sated, he lay down beside Arthur and gazed at the flushed man. Dare he speak?

“…Arthur?” he took the chance.

“What?” Came a breathless reply.

“Are you alright?”

“Wanker,” Arthur said and rolled over, giving his naked back to Ludwig.

Ludwig just sighed and covered them both up, uncaring of the mess they created. Already Arthur was snoring from too much rum and activity to care either. Without another word, Ludwig rolled to the opposite side of the bed with his own back facing Arthur’s. Neither one wanted to cuddle or snuggle close.

///

The next morning, Arthur woke up with a groan and a whine. He had drank too much last night and this was proof. He grumbled and rolled over in the bed, coming face to face with a large mass. He blinked foggy green eyes at the sleeping face, trying to make out features. Who’s bed did he end up in? He must have made a complete fool of himself. His ass was aching, so it was apparent that he had sex with this person. Blinking his eyes clear, the stern facial features of Ludwig slowly began to take shape. Time froze for a moment.

“Oh…oh God…oh.” Arthur tried to scramble out of the bed but fell face first to the floor. His leg were tangled in the sheets and he still could not get them free.

Ludwig sat up straight at the thumping sound, having already pulled out the handgun from under his mattress. He looked around and noticed the sheets had been pulled off of the bed. Tasseled blonde hair looked over the side of the bed to see Arthur squirming out of the sheets.

“Do you need assistance?” Ludwig questioned, and Arthur yelped back.

“NO!” Green eyes widened as they looked at him. “No, I’m good. Jolly good! Nothing wrong here- damn these sheets!” Arthur had finally pulled his naked body free of the sheets. “Owww…my head.” He gripped the sides of his head as the massive pounding of a hangover began its ordeal.

Ludwig came over to him and lifted the smaller man up with ease. “You may shower in my-“ Arthur shoved him away violently.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” he sneered at the German. “We will never, EVER speak of this again! It never happened! WHERE ARE MY BLOODY CLOTHES?” Arthur bent down to pick up his underwear when his eyes crossed and he stumbled. “Ugh…hangovers…”

“It did happen.” Ludwig folded his arms. “You came to me.”

“Look, I don’t know HOW I ended up here last night. I was drunk and pissed. Bad combination. Where are my pants?”

“I can’t ignore what happened.”

Arthur gave him a ‘are you serious’ sarcastic look. “Oh please, don’t start. It was a pity fuck, okay? You got laid and so did I. We’re done.” He sat on the bed to pull up his pants only to find them torn. “What the blazes-?” Green eyes glared at blue. “You owe me new pants!”

“Borrow some of mine until you get back to your room.” Ludwig offered, slipping on his own pants and shirt.

“Yeah. Think I will.” Arthur ripped through Ludwig’s wardrobe and found pants that were too long. The shirt he attempted to try was just as big and Ludwig had a very limited wardrobe. All the shirts and pants the same style, brand, and colors. “Bloody wanker…LOOK AT ME!” Arthur showed Ludwig how big the clothes were on him. “What are people going to think when I come out of your room wearing your grande clothes, huh?”

“Multiple things.”

“Try again! They-“ Arthur caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His hair was sticking up at all angles and the bags under his eyes have never been so prominent. “Bloody hell…”

Arthur couldn’t take the sight of his reflection or look at Ludwig for a moment. He said a quick ‘goodbye’ and left the room. As much as his hangover would let him, Arthur dashed back to his room and locked the door. Luckily no one in the halls had seen him. The first thing he did was take two aspirin before jumping in the shower. He would put this whole night with Ludwig behind him. Right now Alfred’s betrayal was still on his mind.

Once cleaned and dressed, Arthur proceeded to the cafeteria for breakfast and tea. Scratch tea. It was a coffee type of morning. He took his tray of apple crepes and plopped down at the corner table in the back. He choked on his first sip when he saw Ludwig walk in. Sitting perfectly still, Arthur just watched him. The tall blonde had yet to notice him. If his luck wasn’t bad enough, who else walked in but Alfred and Kiku. Arthur purged his lips together and squeezed the Styrofoam cup until it popped, slipping all the hot coffee.

“Hey general!” Arthur looked up at the voice beside him. Next to him stood two soldiers wearing cocky smirks on their faces. “So, heard you were drunk last night!”

“Sod off,” came Arthur’s answer.

“Yeah…didn’t you walk out of General Ludwig’s room dressed in his clothes?” said the other and Arthur froze. He thought no one had seen!

“Wait, what?”

The third voice to speak was none other than Alfred who had just overheard the conversation. Arthur wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole to escape this embarrassment.

“So what do you care?” Arthur sneered the words at Alfred.

“Oh my God! It’s true?” Alfred suddenly spun on his heel and stormed over to Ludwig who was patiently waiting in line for breakfast. “YOU DIRTY LITTLE TUBOR!”

Alfred’s fist met with Ludwig’s jaw.

“WHAT THE HELL, ALFRED!” Arthur shouted as many others started laugh or hoot.

In an instant Alfred and Ludwig were engaged in a heavy fistfight. Alfred was holding his own but Ludwig was quickly gaining the upper hand. Arthur couldn’t believe what was happening in front of him, and he wanted to die. The only one who tried to get between the fighting men was Kiku, trying desperately to split them up. Arthur’s eyes locked on to his now ex-best friend and saw red. Against his better judgment he tackled the Japanese man to floor, now making it a free-for-all.

After the brawl…

Arthur, Ludwig, Kiku, and Alfred sat in a row of chairs in their boss’ office, each one more battered than the next. All blondes had their arms angrily crossed while the dark haired one sat with his hands in his lap. Kiku was the only man with a straight face and not a frown. Their boss tapped the tip of his pen against the desk, staring at the four men before him.

“Well, I expect to see Alfred and MAYBE Arthur sitting here, but not you two.” He pointed his pen at Ludwig and Kiku. “I should be looking at four stern and orderly faces. Instead, I’m looking at four tissue walruses,” he, of course, meant the twisted bloodied tissues that stuck out from four pairs of nostrils, the only wound the men shared. Bruises, welts, and cuts were scattered elsewhere on their bodies. “So, what do you have to say for yourselves?”

“Arthur started it.” Alfred said.

“Like hell! YOU threw the first punch!”

“I was just getting homefries.” Ludwig answered flatly but looked at Alfred.

“Yeah, but you were banging Arthur last night!” Alfred countered.

“THAT’S ONLY BECAUSE YOU WERE FUCKING KIKU! IN OUR BED!” Arthur hollered.

“YOU SAID YOU WERE WORKING LATE!” Responded Alfred.

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”

‘How did I end up here?’ Kiku asked himself, holding a hand gently to his forehead.

“Never did get my homefries.” Ludwig said flatly again. He looked forward to homefries on Thursday mornings.

“GENTLEMEN! GENTLEMEN!” The boss banged his fists loudly on the desk. “I WILL HAVE ORDER IN MY OFFICE!”

Four pairs of eyes turned to him.

“Look, if you want to bicker back and forth the women’s barracks are at the opposite end of the camp! Go have your catfights there! For God’s sake! You’re generals for crying out loud! How are the men to respect you when you’re fighting over this one or that one? Have some pride!” He slammed his fist on the desk again. “I don’t ever want to see this again! Each of you are four star generals-“ He looked at Alfred who only had three. “Three of you are four star generals! You are what all lesser men in this army strive to be!” Alfred’s jaw dropped.

“I’m sitting RIGHT HERE!” Alfred protested.

“If this happens again you’re all suspended. Now get out of here!”

The four men exited the room in silence. However, they remained standing side-by-side in the hall. Alfred spoke first.

“I could be a four star general, but I don’t wanna. Not yet anyway.” He said stubbornly and proudly.

“You wouldn’t have those first three stars if it weren’t for me backing your ass up all the time," responded Arthur.

“Silence from the peanut gallery!”

Ludwig and Kiku just stood there and stared straight ahead.

“Everything is over now between us!” Arthur said through gritted teeth.

“Damn straight!”

“Good day, sir!” Arthur said and stormed off.

“Burn in Hell!” Alfred stormed off the opposite way.

This left Ludwig and Kiku standing side-by-side in silence.

Kiku cleared his throat. “Want to share homefries?”

“Gladly.” Ludwig answered.

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