AN: I LIVE! I know you guys probably thought I had died and dropped of the face of the Earth. Nope! Real life just got super busyawesomesucktastic. I won't bore you with the details.
Anyhow, I'm back with Teenprostitute!Alfred and Teacher!Arthur. There are going to be some strong themes and sensitive subject matter so consider this your warning. If that has you feeling apprehensive then please choose to read something else.
I own nothing but the plot bunny. Enjoy!
Rain fell from the sky in tidal waves drenching everyone and everything that dared to venture out into the twilight of a cool autumn day. Arthur Kirkland fruitlessly held his umbrella over his sandy blonde head in a vain attempt to remain dry as he weaved his way home through the city. Jewel like peridot eyes were barely able to see the sidewalk before him through the onslaught.
"Bloody torrential rain. This is worse than London," the Englishman grumbled as he hastily made his way home to his nice dry townhouse. He had just finished at his second job teaching GED students and wanted nothing more than to get home. The allure of a good book and a warm cup of Earl Grey Creme tea were what he needed now to brighten his foul mood. The adults in his class were worse than the teenagers he taught at his day job.
"Poor Scones is probably half starved by now," the Brit mused aloud as he thought affectionately of his orange and cream Scottish Fold cat. He'd have to snuggle with the poor dear in his arm chair while wrapped in a quilt to make it up to the cat. The warm image this thought evoked had the slim man all but sprinting home.
Unfortunately, for the excited blonde he failed to notice or, more accurately, was unable to see the odd object sticking out of the alleyway ahead of him. His foot caught on the object and he tumbled face first into the sidewalk. His umbrella flew from his grip and his heavy Union Jack messenger bag flew up to crash into his back painfully. The front of his tan dress pants and kelly green polo shirt were soaked through as he pushed himself up from the pavement with a enraged Arthur rose quickly to his feet and winced as the rain made the scrapes on his hands burn.
He spun around on his heels fully intent on kicking whatever had been in his path and froze in abject horror. Sticking partway out of the alley was a human torso. The Brit had tripped over the body's right arm that was extended out onto the sidewalk as if the person had been crawling.
At this point the rain had began to let up so the viridian eyed man was able to see the terrible state the body was in. From what the Englishman could see he could tell it was a young man he had found. The poor man obviously had been severely beaten if the various cuts and bruises were any indication.
Without a moments hesitation Arthur rushed to the injured man's side and quickly knelt next to the prone form. Cautiously, he placed two fingers to the man's neck in search of a pulse and sighed in relief upon finding that glorious thrum of life.
Retracting his hand the sandy blonde reached for his messenger bag and flipped it open. He swiftly retrieved his smartphone and dialed 911. He pressed the device to his ear and gripped it tightly.
Ring...Ring...Ring…
"Nine One One, what's the nature of your emergency?" a chipper female voice chirped upon answering.
"Yes, I found the body of a young man," Arthur said swallowing nervously.
"What is the condition of the victim?" the dispatcher asked calmly with barely a pause.
"Well he has a pulse and is breathing. I don't know how long he's been here and he seems to have been severely beaten," the Brit responded. He was a bit bothered by how calmly this woman was speaking.
"Do you know the victim? Does he have any identification?"
"No, I just found him. He…" the blonde trailed off blushing as he looked the young man over and realized he was completely naked. "He has no ID on him,"
"Where is your location, sir?" the woman continued without missing a beat.
"I'm just outside an alley between Sky Street and Ocean Ave on Shipper Boulevard. There's a pub across from me called 'The Liberty Bell'," Arthur said as his green eyes darted around to see if there were any other landmarks that would help pinpoint their location.
"All right, sir. Emergency services have been dispatched to your location. Please stay with the victim until they arrive,"
"Yes, of course. Thank you, ma'am," the Englishman said with a relieved sigh as he heard sirens off in the distance.
"You're welcome, sir," the female dispatcher said and the call was disconnected. The slender man lowered his hand and slid the mobile back into his bag. As the sound of sirens drew closer the Brit could feel himself relax a little and his eyes fell upon the face of the beaten man.
Looking past the bruising and cuts Arthur could see that the man was very attractive and young. Probably in his late teens. His blonde hair was plastered to his forehead by rain and blood. The older blonde had to fight back the impulse to brush the man's bangs out of his eyes.
"Who are you lad? Who did this to you and why?" the Englishman queried as he gazed down at the man's angelic face. Anger rose in his chest at the monster that could do something so savage to another person. "Don't you worry. I'm here for you and promise I will stay until you're safe,"
The overwhelming smell of antiseptics was the first thing that Alfred's hazy mind registered as he drifted back to consciousness. The smell made his stomach roll and he feared he would be sick. The wheat blonde attempted to roll to his side to keep from choking on his stomach contents, but stopped when searing pain coursed through his system.
The young man groaned as the room spun around him and he returned to his previous position. One azure eye slowly slid open. He was mildly concerned that the other remained closed as he took in his surroundings. To his right he found a large window with the blinds thankfully drawn although that did make it hard for him to determine what time of day it was. A small table and a recliner stood near the window. Directly in front of him was a television with a white board beneath it. He couldn't read what was on the board as he realized his glasses were missing.
"Shit! I've lost my glasses and I'm in the hospital. Wonderful," Alfred muttered wincing at the ache in his jaw and he tore the thin hospital bedding off of him. His entire body protested as he shifted his legs off the edge of the bed and sat up slowly. When he tried to stand his head spun and he sank partially back on to the bed.
'Fuck! What hit me?' he thought groggily as sudden flashes of the previous evening danced behind his eyelids. 'Oh, yeah. Him,'
With a determined grunt the tan man pushed to his feet once again and took an unsteady step toward the bathroom. He came up short though when something tugged a bit painfully at his hand. Looking down he found an IV tube attached to the back of his hand and some weird thing clipped to his middle finger. He glared at the medical items as he undid the clip and carefully tugged the needle out of his skin. He quickly applied pressure to the small wound and staggered to the bathroom.
He flipped on the light and made his way to the sink. The image that greeted him in the mirror made him cringe. His left eye was bruised and swollen shut. The right side of his jaw was also bruised and other minor abrasions covered the rest of his face. What skin he could see that was not covered by the too small hospital gown was also mottled with scrapes and bruises.
"Damn it! The son of a bitch really did a number on me. You don't mess with my bread and butter, man," Alfred cursed as he turned away from the mirror with a heavy sigh. He quickly made sure his hand had stopped bleeding and relieved himself before stepping back into the hospital room. With steadier steps he walked over to the whiteboard having to press his face as close as possible to read it. Damn far-sightedness.
"Nurse blah blah blah. Patient name: John Doe. That's good. If they don't have any personal information they can't bill me or send a cop after me," Alfred spoke aloud as his mind began forming an escape plan. "Right, so I need to make like a tree and get the fuck outta here,"
With a pseudo-plan formed the wheat blonde walked over to the room door and opened it slowly. He poked his head out slightly and looked up and down the hall. The coast was clear. He slunk out of the room and cautiously made his way down the hall. Half-way down the hall he found a laundry cart with several clean sets of scrubs on its shelves.
"Score," the young man said as he fist pumped and quickly searched for something that would fit him. Without shame, the azure eyed man threw off his gown and pulled on the scrubs. He found a pair of socks as well to slide on his cold feet.
With a satisfied sigh Alfred continued his trek down the hall. He had nearly made it to the bank of elevators when a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder and he froze instantly.
"And just where, pray tell, do you think you are going?" an accented male voice asked from behind the cornered youth. The young blonde swallowed nervously. Damn! He was caught. How was he going to get out of this one?
Alfred turned slowly to face the man behind him with a half formed retort on his lips, but froze at the sight that he found. Fiery green eyes glared at him from beneath rather prominent brows and rose pink lips were turned downward in a frown. Messy, sandy blonde hair crowned the man's lovely features and made his alabaster skin glow. His slender frame was wrapped in a mint green dress shirt, brown slacks, and tan loafers.
'Sweet lady liberty he is freaking gorgeous!' the tan man thought as his jaw hung open dumbly. The stranger shifted slightly in discomfort at being so blatantly stared at, but his glare never faltered.
"Oi, it's rude to stare. Are you going to answer me or stand there impersonating a fish, git?" the veridian eyed man said in obvious irritation.
'Fuck and he's English! My freaking Kryptonite! Wait did he just insult me?' Alfred thought as his growing libido was quickly crushed in exchange for mild anger.
"What's it to you? You a doctor? Cop?" the cornflower blonde retorted defensively as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared.
"Neither. I'm the one who found you after you were ra...attacked," the sandy blonde faltered as his eyes shifted downward and he absently rubbed at his arm.
Alfred was stunned by that last statement. If he wasn't a cop or doctor what was he doing here? This man didn't know him and yet he was here to see him? There had to be more to it than that. People aren't that kind.
Obviously, this guy wanted something and he had pretty good idea what that something was.
The teen slowly unfolded his arms and took a step toward the stranger.
"So if you are the one who found me then that would make you my hero," the tan teen said his voice taking on a husky tone.
"I would not say hero," the emerald eyed man said nervously and shifted in discomfort as the younger man now stood far to close to him.
"Well I would and all heroes deserve a reward," the wheat blonde purred as his head slowly descended toward the smaller man and his eyes slid closed.
"W-what do you think you're doing?" the stranger stammered as he took a step back and raised his arms to ward off the taller man. The American blinked in confusion, but rebounded quickly. A sultry smile curling his lips upward.
"Giving you your reward. Isn't that what you want?" the blue eyed blonde said as he took a step forward.
"N-no, that's not it at all," the green eyed man replied continuing his retreat.
"Really? Then why are you here?" Alfred crooned as he advanced further.
"I was concerned," the Englishman countered taking yet another step back and feeling like a stalked animal. The teen froze and cocked his head to the side like a puppy.
"Concerned?"
"Yes," the smaller blonde responded giving the teen a curious look as their game of chase came to an end.
"About me?" the seductive tone of the younger man's voice was gone and replaced with an almost child like timber.
"No, some other bloke. Yes, you," the Brit responded sarcastically, but with little bite.
"Why?" Alfred said in a barely audible tone. His confident, sultry posture from earlier was gone and the teen began to be shrink into himself like a confused child.
"What?" the peridot eyed blonde responded in his continued vexation.
"Why are you concerned about me? I'm a stranger to you," cerulean eyes fell upon the gray floor of the hospital as the tan teen tried to process this situation.
"Well it's not everyday you find a young man laying in an alley. I just wanted to make sure you were okay," the stranger said his voice filled with concern and kindness. Alfred opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by a flustered male voice from behind him.
"Oh, Mr. Kirkland you found our wayward patient. Thank you," a petite, pale blonde man quickly appeared at the wheat blonde's side and began checking him over. "You gave me quite a scare disappearing like that young man. What were you thinking removing your IV and leaving your room?"
"Don't touch me!" Alfred exclaimed and jerked away from the sudden, unwanted touch. He took several steps back and he wrapped his arms around himself protectively. The other two blonde's were surprised by the sudden fearful actions of the teen.
"I-I don't want t-to be here. I-I want to g-go home," the young man stammered out and his breathing became slightly erratic.
"I understand that you want to go home, dear, but you need to let the doctors clear you for release," the nurse said taking a tentative step toward the younger man.
"I feel fine. I don't need any doctors," the cornflower blonde said as his eyes held a trace of panic.
"The fear and panic you are feeling now is natural after a sexual assault. I'm sorry I touched you without permission. Will you please come back to your room?" the petite man asked offering a hand to the scared teen.
"No," Alfred took another step away from the other man. "No doctors. No cops. I just want to go home,"
"All right," the male nurse said with a defeated sigh and dropped his hand. "Let me get the discharge papers and we can let you leave against medical advisory,"
The cerulean eyed teen gave a curt nod in consent. The smaller blonde turned away to fetch the needed paperwork leaving the other two alone in awkward silence.
Several moments passed before the stranger cleared his throat to gain the teen's attention.
"If you would like I could give you a ride to your home," the sandy blonde offered casting his green eyes sideways nervously. Alfred eyed him warily for a moment before responding.
"Thanks, dude. I would appreciate that,"
AN: All right, so there's chapter one. Hope I've grabbed your attention and will see you next chapter. Updates will hopefully be each weekend, but I make no promises. Until next time sugarcubes!