The World Is Ours (USUK)[REWRITTEN EDITION]

III OF SPADES

The World Is Ours:Chapter 3

ALFRED

Alfred stood outside of the building and glance at his phone. Arthur was not answering his phone again.

Arthur better not ran away from him or else he’ll show him no mercy.

“Ah! There you are! I was looking everywhere for you!” Arthur exclaimed as he approached Alfred who glared at him.

“I told you to wait here didn’t I? Where did you ran off to?!” Alfred yelled, earning the attention of everyone close by.

“You didn’t! And who are you to boss over me?!” Arthur yelled back.

“I sure as hell did!” Alfred then noticed that Arthur looked like a 22 year old than a 32 year old man but ignored it.

“Whatever, I’m leaving.” Arthur stomp away, but Alfred grab his arm.

“Unhand me you idiot!” Arthur hissed, kicked him in the shins and ran away.

“Come back here!” Alfred exclaimed and chase after Arthur who got in a black Jaguar E-Type and rode away.

“Shit!” Alfred cursed and got into his white SSC Aero.

He chased Arthur until Arthur parked in front of a cafe. Alfred parked beside Arthur and waited until Arthur went inside. The weird thing is, despite parked next to each other, Arthur didn’t recognize his Aero or the plate number. And where did Arthur even get the Jaguar?! Last time he checked, Arthur’s car was a Ford Everest! 

Alfred got off his car which earned a few looks from others and went inside. The cafe was cozy and very welcoming. With brick walls, hanging plants, brown linen sofas, hardwood floors and the aroma of coffee, tea, pastries, and bread present; it’s certainly what Arthur would like.

Speaking of Arthur, he was talking to someone who’s back was facing Alfred. Arthur was munching on a Jaffa Cake while his companion seemed to be eating pancakes. Alfred sat on the table next to them so he can eavesdrop on the two.

“I’m telling you, he was acting weird. He yelled at me in public; I’m not talking about his usual obnoxious shout. He seemed to be very cross.” Alfred heard Arthur say. He knew Arthur was referring to him since he’s the only one who did it earlier.

“Maybe he’s in a bad mood?” Arthur’s companion asked. That voice seemed familiar…

“MATTHEW?!” Alfred exclaimed as he went to their table.

“What are you doing here you git?!” Arthur exclaimed.

Alfred glared at him.

“You ran away again. This time I’ll show no mercy.” Alfred said and pulled Arthur.

“We’ll be going now Matt.” Alfred said and dragged Arthur to the doorway.

“Unhand me! What’s gotten into you?!” Arthur thrash around.

“Let go of him!” Matthew exclaimed and pulled Arthur to him.

Alfred glared daggers at Matthew who hid behind his Polar Bear.

“So you were cheating on me with my brother?!” Alfred hissed.

“What?” Both Matthew and Arthur asked.

“You are! We’re going home!” Alfred exclaimed and dragged Arthur to his car an speed home, ignoring the strings of British curses.

As soon as they got home, Alfred dragged Arthur to their bedroom and threw Arthur on the bed. Alfred kicked his shoes off and jumped on top of Arthur and bit his lover’s lip until they bleed.