USUK. Halloween fic. In his bid to escape the brutal Halloween tradition of The Waning, vampire Arthur Kirkland sews himself a cadaver groom intended to be his ticket out of the Land of the Banished. Unfortunately for him, Alfred has a mind - and objectives - of his own. Loosely based on the 2010 Halloween designs.
"Do you like it cold?" Alfred asked, watching the vampire’s throat pulse as he downed the blood.
"When it’s very cold like this, it’s quite refreshing," Arthur replied, licking his bottom lip. Half of the glass remained. "But there’s nothing better, when you’re really hungry, than getting it at body temperature."
"…You mean straight from the vein," Alfred said.
Arthur pressed his bloodied lips together.
"Yes," he replied. He swilled the blood around the glass for a moment before finishing it off.
"Do you like it?" Alfred pressed. "The taste of it, I mean?"
Arthur narrowed his eyes at him as he swallowed the last of it.
"Why all these questions all of a sudden?"
"Just curious. ‘Cause it’s like… you know when you’re a kid, right, and you get a cut and you lick it, it tastes gross-"
"Surely you don’t remember being a child," Arthur cut in dangerously.
Oh. Alfred stopped talking, realising that he’d put his foot in it (or someone else’s foot, anyway). He simply looked at Arthur like a deer in headlights.
"Alfred, I know you have some of your memory back," Arthur said, licking the rim of his glass. "Quite how much I’m not sure-"
"I’m sorry I didn’t tell you." Alfred sprang up, knowing that he had to act quickly to swing this to his advantage. "I didn’t want to worry you, not after what happened the other night-"
"You were hooked back up to your original body," Arthur said. "That’s what I heard your brother say."
"Yeah, but… I-I didn’t get it all back. This guy came in, Kiku something, and he got all pissy and broke the connection-"
"Where does it stop?" Arthur interrupted. He had subtly pressed himself up against the sideboard and Alfred stayed back. He knew by his body language not to make him feel cornered.
"The, uh… the time I said we couldn’t meet anymore. I gave you my bomber jacket."
Arthur frowned. He didn’t look very convinced.
"That was a very long time ago," he said. "The first Waning."
Alfred gave an exaggerated shrug that he hoped looked suitably helpless.
"I don’t know how long I was out for," he said. "I guess maybe not that long. That Kiku guy was pretty mad about the whole thing."
"I wonder why they still have your body," Arthur said.
Alfred had been wondering this himself; but had to bite his tongue to stop himself from retorting that perhaps it was to study the effects of a vampire’s petty vengeance.
"Dunno." He shrugged. "A-anyway, it’s made me realise that…" He trailed off, daring to draw a little closer.
"Made you realise what?" Arthur asked coldly.
"Well, how much I love you." Alfred lifted his hand, putting it to Arthur’s cheek-
Arthur blocked his touch, pushing him away.
"Don’t," he said. He ducked under his arm, stepping away from him.
"Why?" Alfred had no choice but to feign ignorance. "Why are you so cold towards me, Arthur? Don’t you trust me?"
Arthur arched his thick eyebrows.
"I’ve already said that I don’t." He turned his back on him. "Hurry up and make your sandwich, won’t you? We need to-"
"Hey." Alfred grabbed hold of him, forcibly turning him to face him. "Never mind the damn sandwich a moment, okay?"
"Unhand me." Arthur didn’t struggle or squirm, simply uttered the command in a tone Alfred recognised as one he was expected to obey.
"No," he said. He held Arthur’s elbows and pulled him close, pressing his mouth to his. The salty taste of blood was overpowering, almost enough to make him want to pull away, but he pushed forward, determined to make Arthur kiss back. Arthur didn’t, going very rigid in his grasp, his sharp teeth locked tightly together.
Alfred pulled back with a scowl.
"Are you finished?" Arthur asked coolly.
"No." Alfred seized him under his thighs and bodily lifted him onto the kitchen table, pressing in between his parted legs.
"Alfred, what-!" Arthur made the mistake of opening his mouth and Alfred was upon him, grabbing his jaw to kiss him properly. The taste was still enough to make him retch - he’d never liked tasting blood on him, kissing him before he fed if he could help it - but the sensation of it brought old memories bubbling to the surface: army-issue cigarettes, Glenn Miller on the wind-up record player, the whisper of nylon. For a moment it was 1944 and they were in a tent away from Caesar and the weapons and the war.
Arthur shoved his hand against his throat and pushed him off.
"If you do that again, I will bite your fucking tongue off," he hissed.
"You didn’t feel anything?" Alfred found himself asking it sincerely. "Nothing at all?"
"Vampires feel no sexual pleasure."
"I meant emotionally - or don’t you feel anything like that, either?"
"You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about." Arthur pushed at him again. "Let me down."
Alfred stepped back, allowing him to slide off the table. The vampire made a show of brushing himself down.
"I don’t know what you’re trying to prove," he said frostily.
"That I love you," Alfred replied. He didn’t feel that he had control of this conversation anymore.
"Indeed." Arthur went to the kitchen doorway; Alfred did not hinder him this time. "We’re leaving in ten minutes."
"Hey," Alfred said, leaning against the sideboard. "Remember the first time I kissed you?"
"1943," Alfred said. "Reconnaisance mission in Occupied Belgium. We almost got the hell shot out of us. You saved my life." He looked at the kitchen floor. "I’d been wanting to do it for ages but I couldn’t get up the courage to even say anything to you. I mean, you were this super-old amazing immortal being—well, I mean, you still are but… I guess I thought you’d never be interested in me. The andrenaline, it must have been - thinking I might die that night… it was like it didn’t matter anymore. I didn’t care if you ripped my throat out afterwards. I just did it. …I didn’t expect you to return it."
"I probably should have ripped your throat out," Arthur said. "You’re more trouble than you’re worth."
"Not tonight." Alfred ventured forward again, catching his hand. Arthur whipped around as though he’d been stung, snatching it back - but their eyes met. "Maybe you don’t totally trust me," Alfred went on. "To be honest, I don’t completely trust you either. But… we’re in this together tonight, right? So let’s survive together."
He put out his hand. Arthur regarded it cagily for a very long moment.
"You’ll try every trick in the bloody book, won’t you?" he said.
"Pretty much." Alfred smiled at him. "C’mon, don’t leave me hanging."
"Alright." Arthur put his hand in his, shaking with him. He was smiling himself - but it was cold, distant. "I suppose it’s only for one night."
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