Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

02: Protection

One month later (I have these time skips for a reason)

Alfred walked around the yard, seeing a bunch of people commingling and others walking around aimlessly like himself.

He cleared his throat, approaching an albino male who was one of the floaters. An obnoxious one at that.
"Sir," he smiled, looking up at the male. He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Who might you be?" He asked, giving a loud hiss like laugh.
"Alfred F. Jones sir! I'm new here, and I saw you standing alone so I decided to tag along." He laughed a little, seeing the ruby-eyed male sling an arm around Alfred's shoulders.

"The name's Gil. You can hang with me if you fight...him." Gil pointed to a tall, towering blonde, working out at the gym area. Alfred gulped, his eyes widening.
"Uh- uh Gil I don't want to die!" He gasped out, stepping back. "He's a really big dude, dude!"

Gil nodded his head, smiling a little. "I know. But he's a huge softy. You don't even have to kick his ass, if you just lay a punch...I'll get you some protection alright?"

Get ass kicked, go to little nurse and avoid solitary. Not a bad plan.

Alfred slowly nodded, walking over to the tall blonde.
"Hey...bastard! I- I wanna fight you!" He stuttered out, grabbing the front of his shirt, laying a punch. Small shouts and oohs went around the room, guards didn't take notice. They were kind of tucked away so they wouldn't be seen anyway.

The stoic male's eyes widened, not registering the blood coming from his nose. When he registered it happened he punched Alfred back, now completely pummelling him.

Alfred wheezed, choking on his own blood, his nose most likely snapped. Fucking he's going to kill me!

All of the sudden, guards had caught wind of the commotion and pulled the blonde off him.

Alfred wheezed, being pulled away from himself and his own mini blood pool, being dragged into the nursing area for his wounds to be treated.

Whilst being carried away he tiredly looked over at Gil, who gave him a thumbs up and another obnoxious laugh. Alfred groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

***

Arthur went to his post, seeing Lovino smirk. "You're smirking. Who died?" Arthur asked, causing Lovino to laugh a little.
"Your little boyfriend nearly died today." He chuckled, wiping his eyes. "Stupid bastard got run down by potato bastard."

Arthur's eyes widened. "Alfred?" He asked. "Where is he?" He asked, trying to keep cool and calm.
"He's in his cell. But his nose is busted and there's a nice gash under his left eye."

His beautiful eyes.

Arthur nodded and swiftly left the post, walking down the familiarised hall, cursing to himself about how stupid Alfred was to get himself hurt. Why? Why did he care? Who told him, you have to give a shit.
Himself.
Yet he didn't know why.

That idiot was getting a super long lecture when he saw him next.

Arthur jumbled his keys in his hand, quietly opening the cell, slipping inside.
"Arthur," Alfred smiled, laying in his bed. Arthur smiled, shaking his head at the other. "You just couldn't stay out of trouble for one month Alfred? One month?"

Alfred nodded slowly, getting up. "I know I know. I got protection now." He smiled, pride was riddled in his eyes.

Arthur looked up at the other, cupping one of his cheeks in his hands. "Alfred you already have protection! You have me, don't go getting your arse kicked to look cool."

Alfred wiped random tears that had slipped down Arthur's face, shaking his head. "Hey, hey Artie don't cry. Don't cry. It's alright, I'm okay."

Arthur rubbed Alfred's gash, shaking his head. "You're face, Alfred." He cried, Alfred bringing him into his chest. He didn't know what to do. He'd never seen the Brit so vulnerable.

"Arthur I said I'm alright. Sir, this animal can take a hell of a lot more than a beat down. I mean, I'm in prison." He assured him, taking Arthur's gloved hands into his own.

Was he wrong to want to kiss the Brit? Right then and there?
I mean, it's only been a month.

Fuck it.

Alfred picked the Brit up, causing a squeak to slip from his mouth, only to be silenced by the American crashing his lips on the other's

Arthur pulled away immediately, gasping. "Alfred- stop it!" He cried out, trying to squirm his way out of Alfred's strong arms.

Truth is, he didn't want to like it. He really didn't. But he'd been thinking so much about this moment. Surely more sensually. Not straight up making out with him in a cell.

Alfred's lips trailed down the policeman's neck, Arthur had stopped his squirming. After a year and a half of being divorced, like Francis said, you get desperate.

Arthur looked up at Alfred, running a hand through his hair. "Let me down, please. This, this isn't right. We can't do this. We can't be this."

Alfred sighed, letting the smaller male down. "I get it Sir. I get it." He mumbled, Arthur sitting down on the bed, only for Alfred to pounce on top of him. He removed any potential weapon he saw the Brit had, kissing him deeply once again.

"Alfred!" Arthur yelled, his tone a whisper. "Stop it. Now. You're being insane!" He groaned, Alfred palming him. "Besides, you are turned on."

Arthur mumbled out curses, trying to push Alfred away. "Alfred please. Don't do this. I'm begging you. Get control of yourself!"

Alfred got up, raising his hands. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." He murmured, falling to the floor. He looked at his hands, shaking. "I just- I lost control of myself. You know I would never hurt you Arthur."

Arthur set his gun back in his holster. "Alfred it's okay," he smiled, sitting in the prisoners lap. "Just keep your voice down." The Brit murmured, kissing along Alfred's jawline.

I don't know why I'm doing this but I love it.

Arthur's heart palpitated quicker as his uniform's shirt fell off his body, Alfred leaving small marks all over his chest. Sure, this was extremely wrong. Arthur could lose his job and then Alfred never sees him again but that was a tomorrow issue.

Right now it was about each other.

Alfred started undoing Arthur's pants before being stopped. "Not- not this far." Arthur murmured, mewling pleasurably as Alfred sucked on his neck. Wow isn't that going to be awkward? Who cares.

They shared one more long and deep kiss before pulling away. Arthur dressed himself again, Alfred readjusting his glasses. "I'll be seeing you around Sir." The American said, smiling a little.

Arthur slipped back into his jacket, rolling his eyes with a small smile. "I heavily dislike you right now." He blatantly lied, Alfred laughing dryly.
"Just cause you have a totally obvious boner and won't let me do anything about it."

Arthur huffed, adjusting his cap. "Make me fall in love with you and maybe I'll rethink my decision." He said, walking out of the cell.

"Actions speak louder than words can describe, Officer Kirkland. And from your actions I've already won." Alfred muttered mostly to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose, seeing his cell being locked up again, only for him to yell a loud ow for pinching his broken nose.

"Oh Alfred F. Jones, what I would do without you." Arthur muttered to himself, heading back to his post alongside a sleeping Lovino.
"It's gonna be a long night."