Sotus one-shots (also crossovers)

Cuffs and locks

Prompt: perhaps he shouldn't be saying things like that to a police officer. Arthit thinks the man's crazy but Kongpob only wants a date......
Pairing: Kongpob/Arthit

Loosely based on this image he he..

More of an Au

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It was the tenth time this month. Actually, the eleventh if he were to count that little incident last week.

Arthit could've easily turned a blind eye and ignored it, but his better judgment told him otherwise. Maybe it was something serious. Perhaps, this time the situation truly required him. At this point, honestly, he didn't know which one he'd hoped would happen. That nothing would happen and the man would never call on him again, or that something would truly happen so that he could finally stop looking over his shoulder. Okay, maybe not his shoulder, but you get it.

If being on continuous duty for the past fifteen days wasn't enough to drive him crazy, then he was sure the man would.

Somewhere in the back of his most definitely twisted mind, Arthit was sure that the subject of his thoughts had it in for him. How else would you explain the fact that he called close to twenty times a day. And each time he didn't call, he like to pay a visit to their little office, more precisely his office though. Now he wouldn't mind if he was at least pleasant company. But the man was determined to defy him at every turn. And if that wasn't bad enough, he seemed to have taking a liking to teasing Arthit. If only he didn't react to him.

Knock! Knock, knock, knock!

Ah. There it goes again.

"Come in." His partner, Prem, poked his head in, lower body hidden behind the door, his semi-permanent scowl prominent.

"Ai'Arthit, he called again. Are you sure we can't just kill him and get rid of his body?" Arthit mirrored his frustration. The thought was certainly appealing. How could it not be when it had been the one thing he'd been constantly dreaming about this past month.

"You know very well we can't do that." He was trying to convince himself more than anything else.

Prem smiled. "Well," He drawled, "we could just let him get killed you know. Not that hard considering half the city's already after him." They could. But he had a conscience. Besides, he was sure their superiors wouldn't be too happy to know they had left a witness unprotected.

So, no to the killing. He'd have to remind himself of that. He shook his head, hoping the day would at least go smoothly.

"What does he want this time?"

Prem gave him an amused look before smirking.

"What do you think?" You.

Of course he wanted him. Prem hadn't said it but it was obvious by his smirk. Arthit rolled his eyes. It had become a habit of his tall and more-often-than-not scowling partner to tease him about their witness. It hadn't bothered him at first but now the mere thought of being teased about so-called-satan himself was enough to get his blood boiling. And it probably didn't help in the least bit that Prem had told Tootah and Bright about the ordeal. Now they wouldn't stop bombarding him about it at every gathering they held. He could only be thankful that Knot was at least there to draw a line if need be.

It was harmless teasing. He knew that. But he couldn't help what irked him now, could he?

Arthit usually wasn't the most calm and collected- unlike Knot -and he had had a temper that rivaled Prem's, but that was in the past now. At least he could keep himself under control when needed. But the tanned man just had a way of getting under his skin and pushing all the wrong buttons. He briefly wondered if it was hypocritical to want to strangle someone you should be protecting. Maybe. But he couldn't be bothered.