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[addicted2tomatoes]

Just One Bite Would Be Too Much

Summary: The urges were strong. Pulling, like the sea rushes to shore with a racing certainty. Arthur struggles against the want deep within him knowing that one bite could end it all. 

[usuk]

For @inkwells-writing !!! Not as fluffy as I wanted it to be. It had a mind of its own. BUT IT’S NOT ANGST BECAUSE I CAN’T DO THAT AND THERE IS A BADLY WRITTEN KISS. Enjoy!

Available on ao3.

A body gently rams Alfred against the door the moment it shuts behind him. It’s late, well past midnight and dipping into early morn. Familiar fingers lace through his hair jerking his head back exposing his throat. Their shared flat is dark yet fully visible to the person against him. Not even moonlight dares to pry into their business.  Emerald eyes muddied by crimson fixed at his neck, unseeing. Jaw wide open, poised to tear into soft flesh.

 ‘Arthur.’

The vampire stills and pulls him closer. His thoughts are frenzied and wild. Desperate. Animal blood isn’t working. It’s not working. It’s not working. It’s not working. Arthur draws in a sharp breath. 

Regret swarms his mind as Alfred’s sweet smell fills his senses, drowning him in want. He can tell. He can feel it. The unique quality to Alfred’s blood that lets it run like an endless stream.  He needs it. Craves it. To drink and drink until he drains it all. Alfred’s body would let him. The venom in his bite would make it worse. It wouldn’t stop. He’d bleed until there was nothing left. Just an empty shell. A husk. Dead.

His head falls to Alfred’s shoulder releasing his stranglehold. His weight dropping with it to drag them both onto the floor. That was too close.

 ‘I’m sorry,’ Arthur mumbles into the fabric, still pressing Alfred against the door. Not fully willing to let him go just yet. He bares his teeth again. Maybe just a taste...  

He stops breathing, praying that would curb his hunger, even if it was for just a bit. ‘You need to go.’

The silence that follows is deafening.

 ‘I’m not going anywhere,’ Alfred retorts, strong in his conviction.

He leans forwards crashing his lips into Arthur’s. The peck is hungry and fierce. It develops into a hurricane of desire, sweeping and powerful. Arthur readjusts to straddle Alfred’s lap and they put deeper into one another. Alfred’s hands move to cradle Arthur’s back as the vampire’s wandered upwards to tangle in blond locks. A soft moan slips past Arthur’s lips granting his lover access to his mouth. Alfred’s tongue rushes in to map the hot cavern. Arthur lets his mouth hang open, trying to keep his teeth away from Alfred’s tongue.  

A sharp fang nicks Alfred’s lip drawing blood. The smell permeates through the air, thick and heavy. Something stirs within the vampire. The lip keeps bleeding. Arthur quickly licks the small wound slowing sealing it shut. The metallic tinge stays on his tongue as he pulls away running his tongue across his lips to savour the taste. His hands resting on Alfred’s shoulders keeping them apart. Arthur trembles at the first taste of human blood in a long time. His eyes muddy again before he slides them shut dropping his head trying to get ahold of himself.

 ‘You can’t be here. The substitute blood isn’t working,’ Arthur whispers. The words resting heavy in the room.

 ‘You told me yourself that it was going to take a while to get used to.’

 ‘But I’m still craving you!’

Alfred eyes him suspiciously and waggles his eyebrows. Arthur cuffs him on the head for good measure. ‘Shut it you dolt. You know what I mean.’

 ‘Ow! I didn’t say anything!’ he pouts. Glasses still askew from their previous escapades.

 ‘I can see it on your face.’

The two share a soft smile. Arthur buries his head into Alfred’s chest pressing them together. The vampire listens to the steady drum of his lover’s heart pumping his blood through thin veins. It’s home. A point of focus when the thrumming in his own ears drowns him in waves of endless noise. Fingers carding through his hair rubbing gently at his scalp.

Safe.

Delicious. His eyes begin to trace up thicken veins looking for a place to sink his teeth into supple flesh and— No. He can’t.

Alfred spies his partner’s eyes flicker to his throat occasionally before flicking back down to toy with a stary piece of thread on his collar. He can see the subdued thirst behind his eyes.

 ‘Feed on me.’

Arthur stills and sits up properly to look Alfred in the eye. Searching.

 ‘Alfred…’ he starts. He looks away and moves to lift himself off his lap. ‘I can’t. You know I can’t.’

Alfred holds him firmly in place. He needs him here.

The vampire sighs and remains where he is, ‘Isn’t the point of all this to get me off human blood entirely.’

 ‘It is.’ The statement feels unfinished. A “but” lingers in the air. ‘I’m sorry.’

 ‘Whatever for, my love?’ Perplexed, Arthur cups Alfred’s cheek rubbing his thumb in soft circles. Arthur's affections send shivers down his spine yet it’s accompanied by so much heat.

 ‘You wouldn’t have to drink those substitutes if it wasn’t for my condition.’ It is Alfred who looks away in shame this time. He knows that other vampires can feed on their human partners without too many issues. It wasn’t unfair that it was life-threatening to him.

 ‘Weren’t,’ Arthur corrects with a smirk that disappears as soon as it emerges, ‘This is a lot of apologies for one day…’ He trails off letting the statement hang. It wasn’t fair that Arthur has to trade his natural diet with a substitute. A substitute that wouldn’t give him the full nutrients he needed. To redirect a menacing instinct onto a different source. To keep Alfred safe.

 ‘Art… let me help you.’

Alfred takes Arthur’s hands into his own giving them a light squeeze. Arthur looks up at him from beneath long lashes before he speaks, ‘I can’t heal you quickly enough.’

 ‘Then we’ll pick a small vein. Small enough that you can heal it before I lose too much blood.’ Alfred offers a reassuring smile, excitement threatening to bubble over. Soft baby blues sparkle in the warm glow of the room, illuminated by the rising sun behind the curtain. ‘Just to ease you off it since going cold turkey isn’t working for you,’ he quickly adds,

 ‘Besides, I trust you.’

[addicted2tomatoes]

My darling, Queen of Spades

Summary: A little letter to accompany my usuk weekly jam drawing.

[usuk]

My darling, Queen of Spades,

Arthur, my darling, my sweet, this is my gift to you.

I see the power that embraces you. Your beauty shines brighter accompanied by your strength. Your magic, legendary. Yet with vile hands, it tears at your soul.

You sink deeper and deeper into yourself. The still pool of your mind contaminated with ripples that distort who you are. I promise, no matter how far you sink, or how deep you fall, I will always jump in after you. To stay with you even when you are lost in the caverns of your mind.

I see those hands that pull you into the murky depths. The hands that caress you with the weight of guilt and pain. Caging you with bars of fingers and flesh. I promise to pull you from your bonds, and, if I am not strong enough to do so, hold you in my arms forever.

No matter what, I will stay by your side. No matter when I will be there. No matter why I will love you with all my heart.

Forever and Always,

Alfred

[addicted2tomatoes]

Cold Mornings

Summary: It’s during the cold mornings when the lovers meet.

[prucan]

Day 2 prompt from 2017 PruCan Week: Tempt/Touch 

hahaha this is a month late but hey, I did it

 For @dearqueenofspades Thanks for inspiring me to actually write something.

Available on ao3 and ff.net.

[Edit] Waahh I found a tonne of typos... TT^TT must.... fix...

The wind whistled through the trees ruffling her green locks as the moon smiled upon them. Soft lamplight laced the footpath as cold steps echoed across the pavement. The temperature dropped as he passed. Morning dew froze into tiny icicles, littering the ground with a frosty sheen. 

Matthew walked along the familiar street. His hair shinning under every streetlight. Ice followed in his wake coating everything in his frosty image. The stream adjacent to the path trickled gently. The bank freezing slightly framing the edge of the stream forming a deep mirror for the moon to admire herself in. It was a quiet night. 

Withered leaves collected at his feet as a gust of wind approached from his left. Fog rolled in with grace and the air stills.

 'Good morning Gilbert,’ Matthew says, greeting the previously vacant fence. He tucks his hands into the front of his clothes, more out of habit than out of being cold. Seemly obnoxious laughter resonated from the misty figure now seated upon the white picket fence. Crimson eyes glowed from his misty form.

 'Mornin’,’ Gilbert replies observing the frozen figure before him. ‘What’s a pretty bird like you-’ he looks up just in time to catch Matthew’s flushed face- 'doing all alone at a time like this?’

 'Hoser.’

Matthew glared at Gilbert’s translucent face only to break into a warm smile. Gilbert imitated the grin shyly as he floated around him. Moisture picked at Matthew’s skin only to freeze on contact. The road before him disappearing behind a thick layer of mist. 

Matthew’s eyes fluttered shut as he leant in to give Gilbert a peck on the lips. It was a soft kiss, barely touching. He pulled back slowly revelling in the little time they had.

They sat together, head tucked into another’s neck, back against the fence. The frosted grass cushioning them as they whispered nonsense to one another.

 'You’re so beautiful,’ Gilbert sighed twirling a frost-bitten dandelion between his fingers. Brushing Matthew’s hair aside, he tucked the flower behind his ear. 

 'Says you, you mystical fool,’ Matthew refuted. Pink dusted Gilbert’s lucent cheeks.

 'Ha,’ he said degrading, 'all I do is get people either lost or killed.’ Matthew regarded him with a furrowed brow, resignation set firmly in his mauve eyes, 'Don’t we all.’

It was barely above a whisper yet it was deafening in the silence.

Time trickled by before either of them spoke again.

 'It’s not like we can really help it anyway.’

 'Hmm.’

Light began to fill the tranquil scene. Water began to drip from the sun-kissed tree tops dampening the ground below. Matthew looked towards the sky only to have a droplet land between his eyes. 

Gilbert laughs.

Unimpressed, Matthew flicks his melting fingers at the laughing man, covering him in a splatter of water.

He stood slowly, brushing himself off before offering his hand to the seated man.

 'My brother will be here soon…’ Matthew muttered, glancing over at the brightening horizon. He turned back to Gilbert, mauve eyes locking with crimson.

 'See you tomorrow?’ Gilbert whispered. Reaching out to cradle Matthew’s cheek with his wispy hand.

 'Of course,’ Matthew chuckled, resisting the temptation to lean over and kiss him again.

Daylight spilt over the horizon, his burning rays caressing the Earth’s frosted skin. Light refracted off the frozen shards, sprinkling the ground with a rainbow of colour.

Blinding light encased Matthew, and then, he was gone. Nothing but the moist ground and morning fog remained.

[addicted2tomatoes]

Star Like Smiles

Summary: Arthur isn’t known for his smile unless you’re talking to Alfred, that is.

[usuk]

Available on ff.net and ao3

 It was a well-known fact throughout his workplace that Arthur Kirkland never smiled. Not fully anyway. There were occasions where one would spot a smirk upon his lips or simply the slight lifting of the corners, but to have witnessed a beam of pure happiness? Well, one would have to be a very special person to have received that honour. 

 That very special person happened to be Alfred F Jones. Hero extraordinaire, or so he says.

 ‘Darlin’, I’m home.’ The American called out as he pulled the door closed behind him fiddling with his keys before glancing up just in time for the soft padding of footsteps to cease. Green eyes collided with blue as Alfred took in a sight for, after having spent the whole day staring at a screen, sore eyes. ‘Hey there, sugar.’

 A whisper of a smile graced Arthur’s lips, ‘Welcome back.’ Attempting to coax a full smile into appearing, Alfred snaked his arms around the Englishman only to tickle up his sides. Peals of laughter erupted from the pair, one of mirth and the other as a result of the tickles.  

 ‘Enough of that,’ Arthur scolded swatting his attacker’s hands away. Alfred reluctantly released his victim peering at Arthur’s flushed face now sporting a pearly smile. Mission accomplished.

 Some would say he really was a superhero. For he is one of the few people who could make Arthur smile. A glimmering beam that shined like stars, or so he says.

 Rumour has it that Arthur could not physically smile or that he was cursed to have nothing but a scowl fixed upon his face. Yet, when his co-workers questioned, he simply brushes off the amusing exaggerations and dismisses his apparent lack of “joy” as purely a result of not having anything to smile about.

 ‘Come on! You have to go this year,’ his incessant boyfriend whined, waving an invitation in front of Arthur’s face. Arthur sighed in exasperation, placing a bookmark between the pages and setting his book on his lap. He looked over the dangling sheet of paper sending Alfred an unamused look.

 ‘You know I don’t fancy these social events,’ Arthur took a deep breath and averted his eyes. Pink splotches beginning to bloom on his cheeks. ‘I’d rather spend Christmas with you, not at some silly office party.’ Alfred only pouted in response. ‘I know you want me to get along with my colleagues-’ Alfred nodded at that statement-and you want me to stop deterring possible friends,-’ Alfred nodded ferociously at that one-but…’ the Englishman trailed off. 

 ‘I’ll come with you,’ Alfred stated. ‘That way I’ll be there and you’ll have a chance of promoting yourself from loner position at work! How does that sound?’

 ‘I suppose,’ Arthur acquiesced. ‘Hey! I’m not a loner!’

 ‘Babe, I’m just teasing.’ Alfred moved closer to the still seated man, scooting over on his knees and resting his head in Arthur’s lap. Arthur’s fingers began to card through the American’s hair as both sat in silence, bathing in each other’s company. Alfred cracked open an eyelid to spare a glance at the Englishman’s relaxed face. The image of Arthur’s tender smile burnt into his memory as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Arthur’s pleased expression accompanied by a cosmos of stars that lit up his eyes in pure happiness was simply breath-taking. Alfred dreamt of Arthur’s smile that night. 

 ‘Arthur! I’m surprised to see you here. You never come to these!’ A co-worker waved the newly arrived pair over.

 ‘Pleasure seeing you too, Daniel.’ Arthur replied somewhat reluctantly. ‘Ah, Alfred, this is my colleague, Daniel Kester. Daniel, this is my boyfriend, Alfred Jones.’ As both exchanged greetings, others were becoming aware of Arthur’s impromptu appearance and the existence of a plus one. Colleagues began to gather and Alfred suddenly decided he should get them “refreshments”, ultimately leaving Arthur on his own. Before wandering off, Alfred sent him a wink over his shoulder that clearly said, “time to socialise, Artie”. Arthur internally groaned as the reason he was still here disappeared from his sight.

 Arthur thought he was doing pretty well at this socialising business. He had managed to learn some more names and no one disgruntled with his attitude yet, although that was more likely due to Alfred’s presence beforehand. The party wasn’t as bad as Arthur thought it would be.  

 ‘Is that your boyfriend? He’s so dreamy,’ a woman asked, probably not hearing about his relationship status early.

 ‘Yes, he definitely is.’ A smile graced Arthur’s face as he spied his American chatting to some other people, his laughter echoed around the space. At least one of them knew how to socialise. 

 ‘No way!’ Daniel exclaimed beckoning others to come to see what he had just witnessed. ‘Whoa. That’s scary! You never smile,’ he continued. Seeing all the commotion, Alfred made his way back to the Englishman just to catch the tail end of the statement. The American wrapped his arm around Arthur’s shoulders, tilting his head to the side.

 ‘What do you mean?’ he said in confusion, ‘Artie smiles all the time.’

 ‘Really?’ the crowd said in unison.

 ‘Totally! His smiles are like stars, you know? You have to search the entire night sky, and sometimes you don’t see a thing, but they’re there. Little specks of light. And once you see them, boy do they shine.’ By the time Alfred had finished his little rant, Arthur was red all the way to his ears. Oblivious as always, Alfred just glanced at his blushing boyfriend. Arthur averted his eyes muttering just loud enough to be heard,    

 ‘I guess some things are worth smiling about.’

[addicted2tomatoes]

Fetch

Summary: Alfred being part wolf really had its perks, especially for Arthur.

[usuk]

Hi, this is my first ever fic! Inspired by the second prompt found here

Available on ff.net and ao3

This is so amusing.

Arthur proceeded to rip another sheet of paper from his notebook. The sound of the tear accompanied the constant button mashing stemming from the other occupant of the room. Alfred lay on his back across the couch seeming captivated by his handheld console. His wolf ears rested atop his head, merging seamlessly into his strawberry blonde hair. His tail tumbling off the edge of the couch.

Being part wolf definitely has its perks...

Scrunching the paper in his hands, Arthur tossed it behind him watching it sail over the couch and hopefully land somewhere close to the bin. As the wad of paper reached the tip of its arch, he glanced at his boyfriend. Arthur watched with rapt attention as Alfred slowed his button mashing to gaze over the top of his Nintendo DS, tracking the ball of paper fly across the room.

Especially for me.

Alfred's ears perked up twitching in excitement whilst the rest of him battled the urge to get up and chase the flying object. His face contorted as he scrunched up his nose, tail wagging ever so slightly. It was the cutest bloody thing Arthur had ever seen.

Arthur was pulled out of his musing as the wad of paper dipped out of Alfred's line of sight prompting him to return to his almost abandoned game. Out of sheer frustration and lack of decent ideas, the golden blonde had been constantly discarding paper only to discover Alfred's intruding reaction. Arthur turned back to the table only to find that he had successfully removed the last page of his notebook. With a defeated sigh, he decided he might as well return to doing actual work as opposed to watching Alfred constantly attempt to reel in his instincts.

 'Alfred, could you fetch me more paper, please?' He asked, dropping his head to the table. Where did all my ideas go, he mused.

 '....' With Alfred's lack of response, Arthur turned to look at him only to find his boyfriend had dropped the DS to his chest and pouting.

 'What is it, dear?' Arthur asked.

 'I'm not a dog...' came Alfred's mumbled reply, 'I don't play fetch, Artie.'

Their eyes locked for a moment, trapping both in a sudden staring match, tension slowly rising in the air. 'Well you seem to enjoy almost chasing the paper,' Arthur stated with a smirk on his lips.

 'Hey, that's not fair. It's instinct, duh. I can't help it.' Alfred's pout deepened as he shot the offending blonde an unamused look.

 'Sorry, love,' Arthur acquiesced. 'Whenever I toss something away you perk up like you want to chase it but you stop your self. Honestly, it's so adorable.'

 'I'm not adorable!' Alfred jumped to his feet. The console making its new home of the floor. 'I'm a big strong wolf-' He moved behind Arthur, resting his head atop the seated blonde and wrapping his arms around Arthur's shoulders. '-and I'm going to protect you from all the bad guys,' Alfred concluded, burying his nose in the other's forever messy hair.

 'Of course, you are. My hero, I suppose.'

 'Yup, your hero,' Alfred grinned.

The couple remained in each other's arms, basking in each other's presence. Alfred's tail moved softly back and forth.

 'You're still more of a large puppy though...'

 'Artieeeee'