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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
- 11
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***Warnings: Hardcore yaoi, language, violence, cruelty, blood

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‘Past the point of no return

No backward glances

Our games of make-believe are at an end.’

-Past The Point Of No Return- Phantom of the Opera

Chapter 11: The Storm Clouds Gather: Part 1

There was only one question on Arthur’s mind: ‘What had just happened?’

Green eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing as the horse bounced him up and down. As far as Arthur was concerned he was remaining dormant in one spot. The images from the current showdown kept playing in his head and for the life of him he could not figure out what Alfred’s actions meant. The man had just shown up out of nowhere and attacked a dominant male demon head on all by himself. There was no way Alfred could defeat a demon of Ivan’s rank, not alone anyway. Alfred should already know this but he still leapt out to attack. Arthur had to blame it on Alfred’s brawn and pride for it couldn’t be anything else.

Could it?

Alfred had acted like a hero; the knight in shining armor coming to rescue him from the dragon. He was defending Arthur as if they were still together. Alfred had thought everything up so why was he suddenly turning the plan around and pushing it into another direction? The attack could have destroyed everything Arthur had worked so hard to obtain with Ivan. Not only that but their plan could have been found out. If that had happened then Arthur was certain he would be digesting in Ivan’s belly right now.

Going back to Alfred’s purpose for the fight, Arthur had had another thought. What if this was part of the plan? Maybe Alfred was role-playing as well; pretending to still be in love with him and challenging Ivan to a duel. By doing so the challenge could have brought Ivan closer to Arthur. But could Alfred actually be THAT daring? The man could have lost his life tonight on that beach. Ivan would have torn Alfred into mincemeat if Arthur hadn’t stopped them. If it were part of the plan then why didn’t Arthur know anything about it? At that moment, Arthur knew he would have to write to Alfred and ask what had happened.

Arthur didn’t remember returning to his room from the trip. He remembered a few words spoken to him by Ivan but they were only muffled sounds. Someone had escorted back to the room but their face remained nameless. Arthur was too caught up in his own thoughts to make light of anything else. Staring at the ceiling was all he could do at this time, his mind wandering in numerous directions. Each one was leading to a dead end filled with only more questions.

Still there was one question his mind kept coming back to. He asked himself why did he let the fight continue on as long as it did? Was he secretly wishing for Alfred to win? Did he want the old flame to be ignited again when the American would scoop him up bridal style and carry him into the sunset? Or did he silently wish for Ivan to kill the other as a mean of his personal revenge? When he had first heard of Alfred’s betrayal he wanted to kill the man on the spot. Many nights he would lie awake and conjure up thoughts about how he could get his revenge on Alfred for the hurt that he had caused.

And he was tempted to act out on those thoughts of revenge.

Demons acted like that and he was not a demon but a strong human. A human could learn to overcome their hate and bury their grudges. However, Arthur was not the type to forget. He would not act out on his violent thoughts of revenge but it never stopped him from thinking of them. So was that reason he had waited so long to stop the fight? Have someone else do his dirty work for him?

“No. That can’t be right.” Arthur whispered to himself. “Just admit it to yourself, Arthur, that you merely froze on the spot. It was a complete surprise and utter shock.”

Arthur sat up from the bed, running a trembling hand through his sweat-drenched hair. This whole situation was putting him on edge. Sitting still was no longer an option so he began to pace the floor of the room. He could blame it all on Alfred’s sudden arrival that nearly destroyed everything Arthur had worked for. Arthur could clearly picture the look on Alfred’s face when he said that he had chose Ivan. Alfred looked surprised and hurt by the sudden outburst but Arthur could only hope the man would realize it was all an act.

Or was it?

“GODDAMN IT!” Arthur shouted in frustration and kicked a decorative artifact across the room. “I HATE EVERYBODY!”

Those words held true for the furious blonde right now. Arthur couldn’t decide how he felt with all the mixed emotions. He was certain that his time with Alfred was done and he wanted nothing more to do with the loudmouth American. Ivan shared more of his hobbies and interests but was a murderous demon. On a slightly different note the sex with Ivan was mind-blowing and Arthur would never get to have that experience again. Alfred was good but the man couldn’t compare to Ivan or even Ludwig for that matter. Now he was thinking with his lust and not his head.

“Bloody hell. What am I supposed to do? Ivan is a monstrous demon who has killed thousands! He butchers and rips flesh apart! How many humans and soldiers have we lost to that demon?” Arthur continued his pacing. “But this is war. That’s what happens in wars people die. If we had a human as strong as Ivan we would use them to our advantage as well. Both sides are fighting for control and survival. Ivan has lesser demons that are depending on him to protect them from the humans. I am fighting to protect my brethren from demons. We are one in the same. It’s war.”

Arthur looked at his troubled face in the small wall mirror and narrowed his green eyes. He didn’t look like himself. Normally he would have everything under control and know what was to be expected. Now he was losing that control and gaining uncertainty. Arthur could not decide where his feelings lie. He was a man who believed strongly in duty and honor but was losing his spirit for those two morals. It felt as if the world was crashing down upon him.

“You can’t be with a demon.” Arthur said to his reflection, resting his hands beside the mirror. “Arthur Kirkland gives in to no one. You will continue this passion play with Ivan until the plan is ready to be carried out.” He growled low in his throat. “It’s a necessary sacrifice!” He could feel the tears stinging his eyes. “It will save so many lives…and that will be worth it. I just can’t be with anyone.” Slumping forward, he rests his forehead upon the cool glass. “I don’t want to be with anyone. It’s better this way.”

Taking a deep breath, Arthur counted to ten before he was able to regain his composure. His decision was made. He would lead Ivan to his demise and watch as the demon was brought properly to justice for his heinous crimes. “Duty and honor.”

Feeling slightly better by the fact that he had made a decision Arthur left his room in a huff. The man knew where he was heading as well and that was to Ivan. A helpful servant told him that Ivan was in his chambers getting his wound treated. Arthur made a detour for the steps, racing up the carpeted mountain until he stood before Ivan’s door. He paused for a moment to look at door while his mind imagined the sight of Ivan during the fight. Arthur felt his pants tighten just thinking about Ivan in that berserker form fucking him. It was sex he wanted and it was sex he was going to get before it would be gone forever. The man could allow himself that much.

Arthur burst through the doors. “IVAN!”

Both Ivan and the demon doctor looked up at the blonde.

“Arthur?”

“You. Out!” Arthur commanded the doctor to leave.

The doctor looked at Ivan who politely dismissed him. “I am well now. Let me have some time with my English Rose.” Not a moment after the doctor had left the room was the human latching his lips onto Ivan’s in a kiss. Ivan pulled away. “Are you drunk? You don’t smell like rum.”

“Shut up and fuck me you stupid demon!” Arthur growled while using his weight to shove the heavy demon off of the stool and onto the floor. The blonde smirked as his ass landed on top of Ivan’s clothed cock, which had already started to grow. The demon had only his shirt off so the wound could be bandaged. Arthur licked his lips. “How I wish I had a knife right now.”

Ivan smiled stupidly up at him. “And why is that?”

Arthur licked the tips of his own fingers. “So I can see you smile with your throat rather than that mouth.”

Ivan purred and rests his hands on Arthur’s thighs. “I do love when you talk so violently. It makes my cock burn with need.”

“Well, that is what I came here to get!” Arthur pushed Ivan back down when the demon tried to get up. “I didn’t say you could move! I’m on top this time!” Arthur smirked at the blank look of surprise on Ivan’s face. “Don’t look so scared, my little demon. I know you could rip my limbs off if I tried to penetrate you. I simply plan to ride you.”

“I’d rather you not.” Ivan gave an annoyed little smile. “I am a fully dominant male. I’m always on top with humans.”

“Not when I’m around.”

Ivan grinned to show his fangs and let his tongue fall out of his mouth. “Don’t know which you I like better! The drunk or the shrew. I think I like them both.”

Arthur was already ridding himself of his pants. “You will like watching me fuck myself on you. I guarantee it.”

Ivan purred. “So you are not bothered by what happened tonight?”

Arthur shook his head as his fingers fumbled with Ivan’s belt. “No. If anything, it was the best turn on I’ve ever had!” Arthur knew he had to stroke the demon’s ego. “Watching you just…dominate the fight like that-“ Ivan suddenly grabbed his arm to pull the blonde down closer to his face.

“I did that to ensure your protection from that human male! That Alfred whom hurt you! As your mate it is my duty to defend and protect you.”

Arthur pulled away and went back to slipping the demon’s pants down to watch the erection spring free. “That’s what animals do. Neither of us are animals nor do I need protecting! Stop saying things like that! Just stop it!”

Arthur gripped the thick muscle in his hand and positioned it at his entrance. He bit his lip as his body forced itself down onto the solid organ. The painful, dry stretching was brutal and he wanted to lift himself off. But the demon surprised him but naturally lubricating the cock with his venom. Once the hot liquid touched his inner muscles Arthur let out a cry of pleasure. Ivan’s cock slipped easily inside now and Arthur soon had it buried deep inside of him.

“I just want your cock. Not you.” Arthur said with a breathy, cruel grin.

“And I want all of you.” Ivan was allowed to lift himself up onto his elbows. “You are mine.”

Arthur was finding it hard to talk over the throbbing sensations in his lower regions. “I am my own!” He lifted himself slowly before gently settling back down with a groan. “Humans don’t bond. Demons bond. You own nothing of my person.”

“Perhaps you are right.” Ivan spoke, his voice husky and deep. “Humans are not like demons.” Purple orbs looked at Arthur seriously. “I will make you completely one with me. I will wait as long as it takes for you to say that you love me. I don’t care if you will be on your deathbed when those words are uttered from your lips. But I swear I will have them.”

Arthur looked at him with tear filled eyes and growled. “SHUT UP!” He shouted “JUST SHUT UP!” He lifted himself off of Ivan and pushed his way back down. His body shuddered with its first orgasm as that spot was hit. It didn’t slow him down from rocking his hips onto Ivan’s. Arthur had to rest his hands on Ivan’s chest in order to thrust harder, throwing his body into the movements. “Don’t say those things.” He gave a shudder. “Don’t like them.”

Ivan laid flat on his back as he watched the blonde beauty riding him, skin flushed pink with pleasure and sweat. He wanted to win as much of Arthur’s approval as he could to ensure the human would stay with him. If that meant letting the blonde partially dominate him then he could bend a bit. He had to admit that Arthur was right in saying that he would enjoy looking at that snake-like body rocking above him. With a lick of his lips he used his wings to lift himself into a sitting position. The angry green eyes that bore into his only made his cock twitch.

“I didn’t say you could move!”

“Push me back down then.” Ivan challenged the human with a smile. Arthur gave the pushing everything he had but Ivan was too strong. Ivan also knew that the demon venom was slowing the blonde down. “It was a noble attempt.”

“No!” Arthur fought back the way a demon would by sinking his teeth into Ivan’s shoulder. Arthur bit down as hard as he could while digging tails into the strong back. The only response he received was a deep, throaty laugh from the demon.

“Surely you must be joking?” Ivan taunted. “That’s not a bite.”

Arthur’s eyes widened suddenly in realization of what Ivan planned to do next. He carefully lifted teeth from demon skin.

“This is a bite!” Ivan growled and sank his fangs into the soft skin of Arthur’s shoulder. He released his venom into the wounds, which made the human scream out loud and cum between their bellies. “Better.” Ivan said once he pulled away. He forced Arthur’s panting and flushed face to look at his. “Want to fuck on the ceiling?”

Arthur blinked heavy lidded eyes. “E-Excuse me?” he panted out.

Ivan grinned and gripped Arthur’s ass tightly before shooting up into the air. He spun them around so Arthur’s back hit the ceiling. Ivan’s demon abilities enabled him to stick onto surfaces and he had poor Arthur squirming violently on top of his body. “I am barricading you. I won’t let you fall.”

“Get me down!” Arthur demanded with a groan, feeling more of the venom dripping into his bowels. “This is…too weird! Stop it!”

“You wanted to be on top, yes? Now you are!” Ivan pressed his body tight against the other and pulled out slightly before pressing back in.

Arthur cried out at the warm sensation, begging for more until he looked down at the floor. His eyes widened again but he cried out in fear, not pleasure, at the next thrust. “DOWN! DOWN! I WANT TO GO DOWN! NOW!” Ivan’s answer came as another shallow thrust and Arthur’s limbs were gripping the demon so tightly that his muscles started to protest with pain.

“Very well.” Ivan pulled out of him and gently fluttered back down to the floor, cradling the human close. “It is a little difficult with a human than with a demon.”

“You think?” Arthur snapped but fell silent when he was tossed onto Ivan’s bed.

“It was a bold attempt.” The demon replied as he removed the rest of his clothing.

Arthur rid himself of his own shirt, tossing it at Ivan to land on one horn. He gave a snort and laughed, pointing at the demon. “You look like a drying rack!”

Ivan removed the shirt. “For clothes or for skin?” Ivan laughed at Arthur’s expression of horror. “Joking!” He jumped into the air with all limbs spread before happily landing on top of Arthur. “Back on top right where I belong!”

Arthur had no time for a witty remark or a protest the moment Ivan’s cock thrusts its way back inside. Green eyes rolled back into his head when that one spot was hit continuously, filling his nerves with demonic pleasure. Arthur gripped the base of the wings this time and held tight to keep his body from being slammed into the headboard. The demon seemed to like it for Ivan purred heavily in Arthur’s ear, making him shiver. Arthur’s cries were sharp and passionate, not caring who heard. There may not be many more times for rough loving like this so every second counted.

“Look at me.” Ivan’s voice demanded softly and Arthur’s eyes opened to slits. “Say you want me.”

Arthur shook his head. “Just fuck me.” He breathed out, shuddering at the next thrust.

“Why won’t you say it?”

“Don’t think…you’ve earned it…yet.” Arthur replied but gasped when strong hands wrapped around his windpipe. The thrusting stopped and Arthur looked up into Ivan’s purple eyes. “Ivan…”

Ivan smirked. “Then say nothing at all.”

The thrusting began again but Arthur’s throat was being denied the air his lungs needed. The rough thrusts were making him want to scream but demon hands were slowly cutting of his air. The pressure on his neck continued to grow just as the pleasure of a new orgasm was being to rise. The choking sensation was bringing forth a new kind of pleasure that he had never felt. Its unpleasantness only seemed to spark more hot pleasure within him. That sensation mixed with Ivan’s jack hammering thrusts slowly started to push him over the edge. Just as his vision was beginning to fade from lack of air, the familiar explosion of orgasm racked his body with violent shudders. It was only after that moment when the pressure was released from his neck. He took a large gulp of air and choked out a cough while the demon was still thrusting away.

“I knew you would like that.” Ivan whispered but suddenly let out a loud growl and paused in his movements. “How dare you enter my room without permission!”

Arthur, still panting, followed in Ivan’s direction of sight, seeing none other than Ludwig standing by the door. Arthur found his voice to only let out a little squeak of surprise.

“I simply wish to speak with you on a certain matter.” Ludwig answered calmly, his face showing no signs of embarrassment. “I believe you’re done here.”

Ivan hissed and pulled out of Arthur, who gave a little whine of protest. “This is unacceptable, Ludwig. What matter has you so concerned that you need to interrupt my mating?”

“Dress and meet me in the conference room. I will speak to you there.” Ludwig left without saying another word.

Ivan growled softly at the door as he slid off of Arthur. “One of these days…” Ivan trailed off with his threat, leaving only a growl in its stead. He clicked his teeth together and hopped off the bed. “You may use my bath if you wish. I apologize for…the inconvenience my dearest brother-in-law has caused us.”

Arthur was still coming down from the venom high but he gave a smirk in Ivan’s direction. “Good enough for me. I was able to get off.” He writhed on the bed with a content smile, both for real and on purpose.

Ivan sucked his teeth. “I should put you in chains again. You look your best in them.”

“I bet you would look even better in chains.”

The demon hissed but it was accompanied by an amused smile. “To be continued.”

Arthur watched silently from the bed as Ivan got dressed to meet with Ludwig. He wondered what Ludwig had to say to Ivan that was so important. Arthur would have to ask him about it later. The blonde was slightly surprised when Ivan came over and planted a kiss on his head then nuzzled the corner of his ear with a purr. Arthur felt the corner of his mouth lift into a very tiny smile at the sweet gesture. The two males said nothing more to the other as the demon exited the room.

“Ivan…you will soon wear many chains.” Arthur whispered to himself in the empty room.

///

Ivan laughed whole-heartedly as he lowered the glass of vodka away from his mouth. Ludwig did not think anything said was funny but the demon was laughing up a storm. Ludwig’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “Did I say something funny, General Ivan?”

The full-blooded demon stopped laughing to smile at him. “I think you have. You are telling me that Gilbert is needed back at Blackeagle Manor for ‘family’ issues?” Ivan tapped his chin in mock thought. “If I recall, dear brother-in-law, Gilbert has always dealt with family issues here.” He put his glass down on the table to fold his hands casually against his stomach. “What need does he have to go home for this particular ‘issue’? And for the record, you have yet to tell me just what this family emergency is.”

Ludwig cleared his throat and crossed his legs, turning his head to look at the fireplace. “Our grandfather, Fredrick, is failing and he wishes to see Gilbert in his dying days.” Blue eyes turned back to Ivan. “You are aware of just how close Gilbert is with our grandfather. Who, I might add,” He raised a brow “is also a very generous patron of your house and army.” Ludwig’s words held truth for their grandfather was ill but the man was nowhere near dying.

Ivan gave him an empathetic look, yet Ludwig was unsure if it was sincere or fake.

“Dear old Fredrick is ill, you say? I have heard rumor but I did not think it was as serious as you say. What is being done to aid in his suffering?”

“Of course we have the best doctors looking after him but even in these dark times we are so far behind in modern medicine. Most knowledge was long since lost to us after the apocalypse. I’m sure that if we were still at that level of intelligence grandfather could be spared.”

Ivan laughed again, lifting his glass to take a sip. His eyes danced with amusement in Ludwig’s direction. “If things stayed the way they were then you would have never been born. Your father would have never been allowed to mate your mother. Never would your precious brother be able to have the life he does.” Ivan slammed his glass down onto the table. “It is now our time on this earth, Ludwig. Demons shall reign supreme and hold dominion over mankind! Both you and your brother are human supporters because of your mother. A very stupid ideal to hold on to, if I do say so myself.”

Ludwig stood from his chair in outrage and soon Ivan met him in stance. “Speak not of my mother. We Beilschmidts have a very strong burden to carry by holding both demon and human beliefs. We strive to make ends meet.”

“As do I.” Ivan said and walked around the table so he was standing in front of Ludwig. They met in height, eye to eye. “We demons will prevail. All humans will be slaves to us. We will govern them as we demons see fit. Soon this war will be over and the demons will be victorious!” Ivan grinned, barring his sharp teeth. “We will hold dominion over mankind and take back the world for it is rightfully ours!”

Ludwig kept his composure but his insides were screaming with rage. “When you speak of enslaving humans you are factoring in my mother.”

“Who lies dead and buried in some cemetery tomb!” Ivan spun on his heels, making sure the tail hit the half-blood in the leg. “Your fondness for your mother sickens me sometimes, Ludwig.” He walked back to his seat. “I even tend to think that you use that as an excuse to work to your advantage.”

“We are not here to interrogate my home life.” Ludwig said firmly. “I am sending Gilbert back to Blackeagle Manor on the next carriage north. I will join him shortly there. I still have work to attend.” Ludwig stared at Ivan, waiting for the demon to give the blessing they needed to send Gilbert safely away.

“Very well then. I will allow Gilbert to return to his home and wait with his grandfather.”

Ludwig nodded. “We thank you on behalf of our family.”

The demon just smiled flatly. “I will do anything to keep my little demon bunny happy.” Ivan sipped more of the vodka, rolling it around in his mouth before swallowing. “After all, he has another mate living here now. Being away from our manor gives him time to think things over in a quiet environment.”

Ludwig returned to his seat and took his own goblet of wine. He kept his blue eyes focused on Ivan’s amused ones as he took a deep sip. “You speak of Arthur.”

“I’m aware you’ve had a one stand with him during some random bar hop.”

Ludwig said nothing.

“Do you deny it?”

“I deny nothing. What goes on in my private, personal life is no matter of yours.”

Ivan narrowed his eyes and Ludwig met the glare with a cold stare of his own.

“May I ask? Do you still harbor feelings for him?” Ludwig turned away and Ivan continued. “I smelt the arousal on you when you let your presence be known. If you were a true blooded demon you would have fought me for the right to mount him yourself right on the spot.”

Ludwig took a deep breath and turned to face him once again. “My human morals are stronger than my demon instincts. Granted, I cannot always contain or control those demon abilities, but my human side will always be more dominant of over them. And now, we are done this conversation. Gilbert will leave tomorrow morning.”

“I will make sure he is packed and ready.” Ivan watched as Ludwig headed to the door but stopped him to say one last thing. “Try anything with Arthur and I will have your cock removed from your balls.”

Ludwig just gave him a glance accompanied by a little smirk before leaving the room. Ivan rolled his shoulders and growled deeply, his eyes shadowed by his heavy bangs. “I’ve got my eye on you, Lord Beilschmidt.”

///

The next evening Arthur had gotten a message from Ludwig to meet him in the tomb. It had been Gilbert who personally delivered the message. The white demon was so concerned about the health of his grandfather that Arthur noticed the other did not question Ludwig’s invitation. If anything it would be just out of sheer curiosity, yet the man left without more than a ‘goodbye’ (he even took the dogs). Arthur had pushed it from his mind the second Gilbert was out of sight and proceeded to the demon’s chambers. With his cloak wrapped tightly around his shoulders and head, Arthur slipped behind the tapestry, passing through the door.

Carefully, he held the lantern out in front of him, walking down the narrow corridor. It was less interesting the second time wandering through and he had remembered where it was safe to step. A rat scurried by but Arthur ignored it, continuing on his way. It wasn’t long before he entered into the family tomb, holding his lantern high to search for Ludwig. For a moment, all he could see were dusty tombs and statues but no Ludwig. He narrowed his eyes and stepped further into the room, green orbs carefully searching. A hand gripped his shoulder from behind and he nearly leapt out of his skin.

“BLOODY HELL!” He spun around and swung his lantern on reflex, but Ludwig had managed to arch back just in time to avoid it. “Oh, it’s you. Christ’s sake, Ludwig! You couldn’t stand in the middle of the room?” Arthur snapped at him.

Ludwig just stared at him and Arthur began to grow terribly impatient.

“Take a picture and it will last longer!”

“…you smell.”

Arthur blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

“I said you smell. Why haven’t you bathed?”

“RUDE!” Arthur was outraged by the insult. “My body odor can be made into a great selling fragrance!”

“That is not what I mean.” Ludwig said with a light growl. “You smell heavily of Ivan and I don’t like it. Stand over there…behind that…tomb.”

“What?” Arthur blinked with confusion but when he realized what Ludwig meant he turned red with fury. “Oh for God’s sake, man! I have the right mind to make you EAT this lantern! Between you, Ivan, and Alfred…I will see you all hanged!” Arthur marched in a huff over to one of the tombs and stood behind it. “Speak.”

“I’ve gotten word from Francis. He said that there are only a few more bombs to plant before we are ready to carry out the plan.”

“So soon?” Arthur’s heavy brows went up.

“Yes. Francis even sent a map plotting out the route to where the trap is laid. I will send a radio signal to the others when we are on our way and the bombs will be set off. By then, Ivan will know full well that I kidnapped you and will come after us.”

“…what about Matthew?”

“I sent him with Gilbert last minute. I thought it would be easier having to escape with just one rather than two. Also, there will be an army jeep waiting for us at a marked spot. We are to get inside and drive the rest of the way to Ivan’s snare. Then Alfred will lead the attack from there.”

“What am I to do? Anything?”

“You have done the biggest job of all.” Ludwig stared intently at him. “I know you will be much happier back at the barracks with your human companions.”

Arthur sighed. “I suppose. I just want this whole ordeal over with.” He crossed his arms. “So when should I expect all this to happen?”

“Tomorrow evening. Around…I believe eight or nine o’clock.”

Arthur nodded silently.

“…that is all. You may return to your quarters. Until tomorrow evening.” Ludwig felt a bit disturbed by Arthur’s choice to be silent, not adding anything in or offering to change something. The man simply walked back to the entrance of the room. “Arthur, wait.”

Arthur stopped but did not turn around. “Am I going to go through with this? My answer is ‘yes’. We’ve been through this already.”

“I can tell you are suppressing feelings. Keep in mind that Ivan is not the only one nor will he be the last.”

The smaller blonde just laughed. “Ludwig, don’t talk about things you have no knowledge of. Stick to what you are good at, such as military plotting and organizing. Don’t go chasing after a lost cause.” Arthur turned to look at him. “I’ve always seen you as a human and nothing else. I rather not have to change that image of you. Good day.”

///

Alfred sat in his tent near the snare, twirling the tip of his dagger on the table. He was still recovering from his fight with Ivan but he knew that the bandaged body was ready to take on another attack. On a normal day he would be asleep at this time of night, yet he was awake thinking about how close they were to carrying out the attack. Alfred had a firsthand showing of Ivan’s strength and power. It was a force to be reckoned with but with more men and proper equipment (which the demons lack) they will ensnare the monster. Alfred pictured what Ivan would look like beaten down and it brought a wide grin to his face. He and his troops would be heroes, with him as the most notable one.

“Alfred? Why are you still up?” The sleepy voice of Kiku made his grin return to a smile.

“I’m just not tried that’s all. Go back to sleep, Kiku. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow and you should be well rested.”

Kiku sat up from their double army cot, scratching the back of his head. “You should take your own advice.”

“Can’t. Too much on my mind.”

“Then at least think while you are bed so you might fall asleep?” Kiku offered and shifted to make more room for Alfred.

“Eh, I’ll go with that.” Alfred stabbed the blade into the table before heading over to the bed. He lifted the sheets and climbed under them. The cots were small so the two slept very close together.

“Are you worried about tomorrow night?”

“Nope.” Alfred replied and pulled Kiku into a hug. “I’m excited! I can’t wait to face him again. Yes, yes, I know you think it’s foolish but I studied his attacks as well! I will have a better advantage this time around! Just you wait and see!”

“Hm. I hope Arthur will be okay after all this.”

Alfred looked up at the tent ceiling. “I don’t know. We’ll just have to see.” He nuzzled Kiku’s black hair. “Go to sleep. I still have a lot of thinking to do.”

Kiku smiled softly. “Don’t hurt yourself.” The response came with a light pinch to his side.

///

Outside in the manor garden, Arthur was watching the human gardener as they tended to the roses. Ivan had never came back to see him so Arthur simply went to bed and woke up early. Today was the big day where Ivan’s world as well as his own came crashing down. When he was first captured he could not wait for this day to come but now that it was here it was nothing like what was expected. The wind blew a light chill and Arthur pulled the shawl tightly around him. He glanced up at the clear blue sky, yet he smelled rain. Politely, he encouraged the man to continue tending while he moved to a higher spot for a better look at the sky. The small garden shed had two barrels on one side so he carefully stood erect on the tops, looking out into the ocean.

“Rotten luck.” Arthur whispered under his breath as the black storm clouds were rolling in. “Leave it to Arthur Kirkland to be trapped during the rainy season.”

“Smells like rain.” Came Ivan’s voice from beside him on the ground. “What do you see?” Ivan smiled.

Arthur looked down at him. “Nasty rain clouds are on their way.”

Ivan nodded and flew up to the shed’s roof. “It will be a bad one by the looks of it. Good thing we are on land and not the water.”

They could hear the gentle rumbling of thunder in the distance.

While staring out into the sea and storm clouds, Arthur did not know that Ivan was staring at him. His thoughts were strictly focused on the big escape tonight and now this storm was only going to complicate matters. Finally he felt those violet orbs on him and turned to the demon. Ivan was looking at him with a soft smile. “What is it? Why are you staring at me?”

“I think you are very pretty.” Ivan answered with a goofy smile.

Arthur’s eyebrow twitched. “Thank you.”

“But it’s true. I do love pretty things.” He reached his hand out to stroke Arthur’s hair. “Do you think you’re pretty?”

Arthur did not bat the hand away but did give the demon a frown. “I’m handsome not pretty.”

“You are both.” Ivan said and continued to stare at him, inching their faces closer together. “Will you dine with me tonight?”

Arthur froze, taken off guard by what was said. He was supposed to be in a place where he could get ‘kidnapped’ and that was anywhere away from Ivan. He would have to make up some sort of excuse as to why he did not want to have dinner. One thought came to mind so he went with it. “Not tonight, Ivan.”

“Why not?” The demon pouted.

“I know last night I said the fight didn’t bother me but I guess I had a delayed reaction. I’m angry over Alfred and how he attacked you and how he…ugh. Never mind. However, I do wish to be left alone tonight, okay?”

“But…but…” Ivan looked like he was about to cry crocodile tears.

“Oh stop it! I said ‘no’ for tonight and will stay with you tomorrow!”

Ivan put his hands up. “Yes sir!” He chuckled. “I do understand that you need to space. I will leave you to your duties now. Oh! One more quick thing. Did Lud-“

“No! Say one word about that kraut and I will push you off this roof! I did nothing with him and I don’t like him! So shut it, vodka boy!”

Ivan whimpered and hid himself behind his wings. “Why you so mean to me?”

“Stop that right now before I- WAHH!” While having his screaming fit, Arthur had toppled over the barrel and landed in the large rainwater tub. Water splashed everywhere as only his legs dangled on the outside. Slowly, Arthur emerged from the water with blonde tresses plastered to his face. Quietly he sat in the water, not saying a word or moving a muscle.

Ivan wrapped himself up in his wings to hide from the fury that he knew was to come, all the while trying to contain his laughter.

“Honestly.” Arthur whispered, gently pushing the bangs away from his face to glare straight ahead. “This just isn’t my day.” His ears picked up on the familiar sound of giggling and looked up to see Ivan’s trembling body, hidden by black wings. “Why you little weasel…how dare you laugh at me!”

“You looked a little weepy so I hope the ‘watering’ will help you perk up, my English Rose!” Ivan said with a childish laugh, finally peeking out from behind his wings.

‘His jokes are as bad as Alfred’s.’ Arthur said to himself. “Well, I’m delighted that you get such a joy out of my misfortune.”

Ivan was still laughing. “Go inside and relax for the rest of the day, my love. There is not much to do out here. I have paperwork to start anyway.” He flew down and easily lifted Arthur from the tub. “I just came to see you because you are my mate. I like to check up on them.” Ivan didn’t care as he nuzzled his nose into Arthur’s wet hair.

Arthur flushed softly and cleared his throat. “Thank you for that…it’s appreciated.”

Ivan smiled. “I’m glad.” He leaned down to give the pouting lips a kiss. “Rest well.”

“I hope to.”

Green eyes watched as the demon walked back to the manor as a sinking feeling rumbled in his gut. For the first time in ten years, he felt the need to bite his nails.

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9 o’clock pm

The storm raged wildly outside with its winds flapping the shutters loudly against the windows. Arthur watched the storm from inside the kitchen window knowing that at any moment Ludwig would come in and take him away. This was the big moment the humans had all been waiting for. Tonight Demon General Ivan Braginski was going to be caught and imprisoned by the human army. Every human that is, except for Arthur.

He did not want it to happen. All day long he was damning his pride and honor, cursing the strong sense of duty that he held so dear. It was tearing him up inside. Arthur knew the reasons why Ivan needed to be dealt with but that didn’t stop him from hating it. He was starting to believe that he could slowly change Ivan’s mind and keep the demon from attacking humans. However, they were already in way too deep.

The door to the kitchen opened. Arthur slowly turned to look at the calm and reserved Ludwig standing there.

"Lightening, strike me now."

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Ivan sat up in his room, sprawled out with his back on the bed instead of doing work. The raging storm made him tingle with delight and he kicked his feet in glee. Gilbert was out of the house and Arthur was back to his normal self. With Gilbert gone for a while Ivan could focus more on Arthur. Just thinking about the luscious green-eyed blonde gave him a hard on. He didn't approve of the fact that he was kowtowing to Arthur's demands but if he wanted to win the human, then he would have to bend a bit. Arthur was his and he was going to obtain the human no matter what.

Heavy footsteps came barreling down his hall and the door to his chambers were thrown open.

"What is it?" Ivan asked in an annoyed rage, glaring at the panting group of soldiers.

"Ludwig, sir! It's Ludwig!" Said one.

"What about Ludwig?" Ivan jumped off the bed.

"He's gone!" Said another. "He just came in with a gun, shot some of our comrades, and ran off with Mr. Arthur! He knew how to escape your manor!"

Ivan stood there for a second, frozen in time with the hot rage quickly building up inside of him. A moment later he found his voice. “That kraut…I will tear his flesh and make him into sausage! RALLY THE-“

The demon general was unable to finish his command when the explosions began. Ivan had to cover his face to shield his eyes from the heat and debris. The explosions just kept coming and the flames of the blasts surrounded him.

///

“I heard the explosions!” Arthur said through the pounding rain, allowing Ludwig to drag him along behind by the wrist.

“That means he knows that you have been taken away! We must get to that car and quickly! With any hope he died in the blast!”

Arthur kept turning his head to look back at the flames, blinking through the raindrops. In the sky he could see flying balls of flames, which could only be demons trying desperately to put out the fire consuming them with the rain. Arthur could not tell which one was Ivan, if he were even in the sky with the others. He suddenly ran into Ludwig’s back and stumbled a bit. “Why are we stopped?”

“I need to think which way!” Ludwig fumbled with the map, trying to make light of it.

Arthur looked back at the smoke and fire over the treetops, wondering if Ivan was alive or dead. However, his heart stopped when a large blaze of fire resembling the shape of an arrow shot up high into the raining sky. Arthur watched it until it completely disappeared from sight and he knew right then who it could be. That was Ivan whom just escaped the flames, flying in the rain clouds to put out the fire. Arthur wasn’t sure if it was fear or relief that he felt now that he had seen Ivan. What he was unprepared for that lay in the dark sky far away was none other than Ivan, circling the area in search of him.

“Ludwig…Ludwig he’s coming!” Arthur was fearful now from simple human instincts.

“THIS WAY!” Ludwig pulled him to the left, dodging around trees and splashing through mud. “I SEE IT!”

A covered army jeep lay ahead of them. The two men quickly fumbled with the ties and cords holding the tarp down. The ground was slippery with mud while the rain did little to help their vision. Ludwig succeeded in unhooking the front, tearing away the rest with one tug. Arthur jumped in the back and Ludwig started the engine, shifting the jeep into gear. Arthur yelped at the demonish roar that filled the rainy air with the sound of the engine firing up.

“HE’S FOLLOWING THE SOUND! STAY DOWN!” Ludwig commanded to Arthur before stepping on the gas. The jeep raced down the dirt road but the headlights were not helping much in the dark rain. “JUST STAY DOWN!” Ludwig had to rely on his faint, almost non-existent demon instincts to lead them to the human camp through the rain.

Arthur peeked up from the back spare tire as he heard a sound that was not thunder or rain. It sounded almost like wood splitting or being cut. Squinting his eyes through the rain he finally caught sight of the source. Ivan was following a few yards behind them, those large wings grazing and slicing through the bark of trees.

“Heaven help me…” Arthur whispered to himself.

“WE’RE ALMOST THERE!” Ludwig grabbed the radio, nearly dropping it from the wet before pressing the button. “ALFRED DO YOU COPY! ALFRED!”

“*static*…Roger! You near?” Ludwig heard Alfred’s voice and had to hold the radio up to his ear.

“YES! HE’S RIGHT BEHIND US!”

Arthur looked out over Ludwig’s shoulder as he began to see the soldiers drawing nearer. This was it.

“GIVE HIM BACK TO ME!” Ivan voice raged in the rain behind them.

Arthur squeezed his eyes shut at the words as Ludwig drove them into the major clearing where the trap and soldiers were all set. Ludwig spun the jeep to a stop and leapt out, reading one of his guns. Arthur jumped out just in time to see a chain wall net get lifted up from the muddy ground.

In an instant, Ivan flew straight into the chain net. The net slowed his flying but it did not bounce him backwards. Instead, Ivan used his strength to spiral upwards towards the sky, lifting all the soldiers holding it off the ground as well. He soared up high before quickly flipping and shooting downward, flying out of the chain net. Ivan’s eyes had turned to slits and his claws, as well as fangs, were dripping with poisonous venom. He watched with a manic grin as the soldiers’ backs or necks broke when they hit the ground. Ivan threw his arms out and laughed madly as lighting filled the sky above him.

“I WILL KILL YOU ALL!”

The moment Ivan came flying down he had to dodge various bullets and flares. He swooped down violently over the trap with the force of his wings knocking some men to the ground. Ivan spun around to come back again when he spotted Alfred aiming a bazooka at him. Ivan’s full demon features came out, illuminated by the lightning. Ivan knew just his demon image alone would frighten these humans away.

He flew straight on in Alfred’s direction as the young male fired the bazooka. Ivan dodged it easily and flew at Alfred once again. A stream of bullets from all directions forced him to cease his attack on Alfred to protect himself. He landed on the ground and wrapped his wings around himself as a shield. The hard skin was able to repel many of the bullets, his spinning body turning the tiny metals back to their shooters. Each one grazed or poked at him but they did little damage.

Some brave and foolish humans dared to come near him with their guns or weapons. Ivan made quick work of them, swinging his iron-heavy tail into their bodies, smashing ribs and bones. Just for fun he purposefully attacked some of the men, biting into them to release venom or tearing out their throats. He heard a whistling some come flying at him and jumped away as the strange bomb went off. The demon’s rapid speed in movement made aiming the guns almost impossible.

Ivan was forced back into the sky and returned to dodging bullets. There was still no sight of Arthur but he had to focus on keeping his life as well. He made another lightening fast circle around the area, clawing off faces and using his tail to break skulls as he passed. Ivan was unprepared for the sudden blast of pain that exploded in his right wing. He knew right away that it was a demon grappling hook and the three sharp points had pierced their way through his skin.

“I GOT HIM!” Shouted Francis, who had hidden in a tree with the grappling gun. His straight aim had ended up getting a solid hold on the demon. “ALFRED!”

Ivan tried to fly straight ahead but a lasso rope was expertly tossed around his neck. The loop tightened around his neck and he let out a choked roar, but he continued to pull upwards into the sky.

“HELP ME HOLD HIM!” Alfred shouted to the other soldiers. A handful of men grabbed the extra rope and stood behind Alfred, helping him in attempting to pull Ivan down. “SOMEONE GET FRANCIS!”

Francis had already made his way down the tree to secure the rope around the base. He had another soldier help him with making the right sized knot.

Ivan was still not giving up. He forced the muscles and veins of his neck to loosen the hold of the rope as he continued to inch higher.

Alfred left the right anchoring to the men as he grabbed another lasso, swinging it over his head and up to Ivan. The rope wrapped around Ivan’s wrist and held tight. Alfred called over extra soldiers to help anchor this one with him. The men were slowly starting to be lifted from the ground, the wet dirt making anchoring their weight a challenge. Alfred shouted for assistance when he felt his own feet being lifted off the ground.

Ludwig had gotten back into the jeep and drove it to where Alfred was. Ludwig shouted an order for soldiers to tie the end of the rope to the front bars of the jeep. Two soldiers quickly secured the rope to the bars and once tightened, Ludwig shifted the vehicle into reverse. The extra weight and strength of the jeep should help to bring Ivan closer to the ground. Once the demon was there they could start shooting him with tranquilizers and heavy sedatives. However, Ivan was still fighting the force, keeping Ludwig’s jeep in one spot. Ivan was just too damn strong!

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Arthur stood far off from the scene of the battle. Alone he stood, staring wide-eyed at the brutal image before him. Ivan was fighting with all his might and seemed to be winning even with a hook and jeep weighing him down. Another grappling hook shot out and pierced his other wing. Arthur covered his mouth at the massive roar of pain from Ivan that followed over the crashing lightening. Ivan was even calling for Arthur, shouting the name into the crying sky. Arthur watched as more ropes came up to secure his ankles and other arm. Ivan was fighting and pulling like a captured animal, slowly being lowered nearer to the ground.

Arthur’s chest began to ache with mixed feelings of regret, love, hate, and revenge. Fists were clenched at his sides when the chains were thrown over Ivan’s back to weigh the demon down. The humans were wrapping him up in the chains from chest to legs. From all angles came darts of sedatives and tranquilizers that were meant to subdue the demon. Arthur felt a tiny smirk reach his lips when he saw Ivan’s tail raise high in the air. The demon still had his iron heavy tail as a weapon and like a wild crocodile, began swinging it back and forth. Arthur saw some soldiers go down, their legs snapping in half at the kneecap or thigh. Some of the humans were afraid to go anywhere near the tail while the upper body was being heavily secured with weights and chains.

The sedatives seemed to be doing very little to slow Ivan down, same as with the tranquilizers. The demon was still thrashing on the ground, now reverting to spitting venom at the humans. Some were struck by it and screamed in pain as their flesh was burned. Ivan now resembled nothing of the demon he was but rather a cornered animal. Verbal words were lost to him. Arthur could tell right away that this was the full demon version of Ivan. The demon had yet to notice him nearby. Arthur tried to move closer into Ivan’s line of vision but paused when he saw Alfred coming up behind the demon with a pickaxe. Arthur’s scream was lost in his throat when Alfred forcefully brought the pickaxe down and right into Ivan’s tail.

Ivan’s cry of pain echoed in the rainy night and Arthur could hardly bear it. Arthur saw Ludwig come over next with a specialized demon wing saw the humans had created, its blades specially made to cut through demon skin. Arthur’s hands leapt to his cheeks when Ludwig used the saw to slice open slits from base to center on Ivan’s wings. All three spots on each wing were split in half for this was done to keep a demon from flying. Arthur’s heart screamed out along with Ivan’s pained cries and roars. Arthur didn’t know what to do. He wanted to scream, yell, cry, everything all at once but he had to maintain his composure.

The demon soon slowed in his struggles and another tranquilizer was given to him. Arthur took a deep breath and walked over to Ivan’s bound and bleeding body. He saw the gaping slits dripping blood into the mud. There were three hooks resembling the types that meat hangs from stuck in Ivan’s body. One was in the shoulder, another near the kidney, and one more in his left thigh. Alfred had already removed the pickaxe a little while ago so the blood continued to bubble out of the wound.

Those two wings that used to hold him gently in protection were now ripped pieces of leather. Some of the claws that used to fill his body with pleasure venom were missing from Ivan’s hands. Arthur just stared down at the once strong and powerful Demon General Ivan Braginski. He felt no joy, no victory, and no sense of pride or honor. Only duty remained.

Drugged violet slits looked up at Arthur and Ivan gave a tiny smile. “Arth…ur…” Ivan fell silent when a soldier planted the barrel of a gun against his temple. His eyes looked back up at Arthur through the rain. “So pretty…in the rain…”

Arthur continued to stand there.

“General Kirkland!” Shouted a soldier. “Your orders?”

Arthur bent down to Ivan’s level with a bright bolt of lightning ripping open the sky. Arthur stared into violet slits that appeared to hold hope. Hope that Arthur would give orders to release him.

“Arthur?” Ludwig looked at him.

Arthur’s voice was soft but firm. “Take him away.”

Arthur saw the look of pure betrayal and sadness in Ivan’s eyes as the soldiers roughly drug him away along the muddy ground. A stream of bloody mud lay in Ivan’s wake as the demon continued to stare at Arthur. Arthur stood up and held his breath, watching as Ivan was so cruelly treated. This may be what was right, what was considered ‘justice’ for all of Ivan’s crimes. But to Arthur it was something else. Once Ivan was loaded up into an army truck was when Arthur was free of those haunting eyes.

“LET’S MOVE IT OUT!” Alfred shouted. “GOOD JOB PEOPLE!”

Arthur turned his back to the scene. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself, squeezing hard to dig the nails inside. His head sunk low between his shoulders in shame and regret. The sound of the truck starting up filled him with an icy-cold dread that chilled his very soul.

But Arthur was thankful for the pouring rain, which masked the waterfall of true tears cascading down his cheeks.

End Chapter 11 Part 1 TBC

***The stuff’s hit the fan, eh? ^^ I may need a little extra time to write part 2 for there are MANY things that need to be addressed and questions to be answered. So forgive me if it’s a teeny-weeny bit longer to update! XD***
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