Till death due us part my love (On Hold)

Chapter 11

Recap: The pair went outside close to the barn where Arthur found a nice patch of land. Arthur began bringing all the stuff to work on it such as the seeds and small shovels as Alfred cleared, cleaned, then plowed the land. Once they had finished everything they walked back to the barn together with smiles stretched along their faces. Alfred ate a quick dinner then climbed up into the loft with Arthur. Laying down on the makeshift bed Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist holding him close to protect him from anything. Arthur soon fell into deep sleep in the arms of his lover with Alfred soon following in suit.

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Arthur awoke to a noise coming from the outside of the barn.

"Alfred." He whispered shaking him softly.

"Yes?" Alfred said softly.

"Somethings outside." Arthur whispered.

Alfred sat up bare chested since he only wore his trousers to sleep. Quickly he grabbed his dagger and tossed Arthur his. Alfred went down first slowly pushing the door open a bit.

"Shit." He mumbled. They were surrounded.

He crawled back up the loft and sat next to Arthur to tell him the news.

"So?" Arthur asked.

"We're surrounded. It's going to be a while." Alfred mumbled.

"What will we do then?" Arthur asked.

A smile spread across Alfred's face.
"Maybe we can-" he began.

"Later." Arthur said quickly cutting him off.

"Fine what should we do then?" Alfred asked still sulking about not getting sex.

"Why not clean up around the barn? I mean we haven't really cleaned our 'bed' since."

"Oh right." Alfred mumbled blushing.

Alfred moved around the loft and began moving fresh hay over to remake their 'bed' and tossed the old hay over the side of the loft onto the barn floor. Arthur began cleaning around the barn itself. There was a horrible smell but he couldn't place it. It seemed to be coming from everywhere yet nowhere at the same time.

"Artie!" Alfred called.

"It's Arthur you git!" He called back.

"I was just gonna ask if we had some left over fire wood."

"Yes we do why?" Arthur asked.

"So we can burn the dirty hay." Alfred replied.

"Burn the hay?"

"It's not like we can use it anymore after..." Alfred trailed off.

Arthur face became pink. "Oh right."

Alfred climbed down and Arthur directed him to the left over wood. Grabbing a little bit and moving it to the pit Alfred began the fire. There was a lot of hay to burn and not a lot of space in the small chimney. Alfred started by putting a little hay at a time and burning it slowly.