Risico
Chapter 6: Hit and Run
Beta-ed by Trumpet-Geek! :)
A/N: Ok since I didn't explain with last chapter, let me cover that now.
I know the story is titled USUK, and it will be, I assure you. Sorry if the 1st smut scene came across as false advertising. Sadly, I'm one of those people who applies logic to everything. EVERYTHING. That includes porn. xD
Why'd Artie get to top last chapter? Well, a few reason. One was Author frustration. I started typing it and got about 3/4s of the way through when the power cut out. The orginal had Alfie topping. Well, of course it wasn't saved. Rather pissed off I turned the computer back on and thought, 'that's ok, cause i have microsoft words's out save and recovery mode running. It'll all be there when I get everything back up.'
So, computer gets back up, I open Microsoft word and bam, it's there and I'm all happy until I click and start to type again. Now Vista makes a very distinctive ping when a program stops working and guess what sound I hear? The Vista ping! I look up to see the pop up box that says word has stopped responding and the only option i can click is force close. I do so, and then bring it back up. Guess what what's not there anymore? That's right, chapter 5! Gone, everything, not even an auto save file left I could fish around for. Fuck.
'that's ok, it was only 7 pages.. *twitch*' *starts typing again and notices halfway through that Alfred is still topping and begins to think* Now here's where logic started. They are both very drunk. That obviously leaves lots of open possibilities. Second, Alfred invited Artie to drink to get the Brit not to hate him anymore. He's trying to please Artie, hence foregoing topping. Not to mention, I imagine Arthur to be a very, very, very proud person. I don't think he'd take kindly to the person he's trying not to get attached two giving it to him. That and they are in Artie's car. I think he'd be offended if he didn't get to top in the back of his own damn car! Lol that's just me though.
Sorry if ya'll didn't like it and thanks to those who did and left lovely encouraging comments. You guys make it all better! ;)
Anyway, next sexy scene will be with a uke!Arthur, as i advertised. Until then, enjoy this little angsty rant chapter. Lol, awkward, never~.
Oh and the italic stuff is a text conversation, just so you know. btw, ill fix all the errors with ch 5 tomorrow when I finally get a day off from work! :P American Trains will be updated then as well.
Arthur sighed heavily and opened his eyes to the morning light filtering in hazily from the tinted windows of the Astra. A moment later the sharp thumping in his head registered and he squeezed his eyes shut to bury closer to the warm body against him.
Wait.
The SIS agent shot up, doubling the pain in his head and making himself nauseas. He forced the bile down and he looked around. This was defiantly his car, but why the Hell was he naked, and just why was he in the back seat, and why did it smell like booze and sex?
The events of the previous night came rushing back and suddenly everything clicked. He'd obviously been drinking, and, he looked down to the still sleeping and very naked American agent sprawled in back seat with him, which explained the naked part.
Arthur wrung his fingers from his messy blond hair. Didwereally?
Alfred stirred then with a groan and blinked awake. He reached his hand over, blindly groping for the missing warm body he groggily knew had to be somewhere around here. His finger's brushed Arthur's bare leg, and the Brit shivered.
"Alfred, get up!" He whispered harshly, trying to keep his voice down knowing that Alfred's head was probably throbbing just as painfully as his own.
"Don' wanna." Alfred groaned, still more asleep then awake and shut his eyes again.
The shorter blond growled and shook the other's shoulder.
"Get up! Now!" He ordered and Alfred groaned once more but opened his eyes again. He flashed Arthur a sleepy grin.
"Can I look forward to waking up like this again?"
Arthur narrowed his eyes with his signature scowl.
"No, what you can look forward to is getting the bloody fuck out of my car!" Arthur roared and instantly regretted it as his headache flared up and he groaned.
Alfred sat and removed his glass so that he could rub the sleep from his eyes.
"Don't be like that Artie."
"Don't call me that."
"You let me last night."
Arthur snarled, and balled his hands to fists, his nails digging into his palms.
"Don't be a smart arse, I can't believe what you did!"
"Me?" Alfred was genuinely shocked at the obvious accusation. He reached for his lenses again and perched them on his nose.
"Yes, you! I didn't want to have sex with you!"
"Funny, 'cause you were like a dog all over me!" Alfred retorted. "I'm pretty damned sure you wanted it."
"I was drunk!"
"So was I!"
"You could have stopped me!" Arthur was practically seeing red. This was clearly the American's fault. He'd gotten Arthur drunk just to get in his pants, right?
"Mmm, right. I could have. I could have kicked your ass eight ways to Sunday, but I was under the impression that you wanted it!"
"Certainly not with you." Arthur sneered in return, disgust dripping from his words. "This is your fault."
"I can't believe this! I take it in the ass just to make you happy, and you're going to blame it on me? You've got some nerve!"
Before Arthur could say another word a curious, droning buzz reverberated from somewhere in the car. Arthur recognized it as his phone vibrating and sighed. He fished around the back seat for his discarded pant and pulled phone from his pocket. As he turned the screen on, the Brit was greeted by a variety of missed calls and text messages inquiring of his whereabouts. That's when he noticed the time at the top corner. 11:02am.
"Fuck!" Arthur exclaimed. He normally came into the office at seven in the morning. He was four hours late. He gave a pointed glare to the American practically in his lap with an annoyed expression.
"I'm going to put this very simply so that even you can understand-"
Alfred scoffed bitterly.
"Get the Hell out of my car, find yourself a hotel, and don't ever speak to me again." Arthur said low, his voice punctuating each syllable with spite.
"What about the case, genius?"
"You'll be receiving a new partner, I've already requested to be removed from it anyway." Of course he wasn't about to tell the American that request had been denied, but now he had a perfectly valid reason to give Evie. Relations weren't permitted between partners; it made too many situations compromising. Explaining the drunken one night stand in the back of the Astra would be awkward, but still, it was the principle.
Alfred's shoulders went rigid, but in the moment of vulnerability he looked genuinely hurt.
The taller man grabbed his discarded underwear and managed to slip them on before getting out of the car and glaring down at Arthur as he tugged his pants free as well before slipping them on.
"Sorry, didn't mean to upset you and be your convenient fuck." He snarled in return and slammed the door shut, storming off into the empty parking lot.
Arthur sighed and proceeded to redress in the cramped backseat of the Astra before climbing into the driver seat and starting the vehicle. He barely waited for the engine to roar to life before slamming it into drive and speeding away back on to Shaftesbury.
The CIA agent looked back over his shoulder and groaned. Damn it, he hadn't thought Arthur would actually drive away. Now how was he supposed to find somewhere to stay?
He sighed in defeat and sat down in the empty parking spot he was standing in and brought his legs against his bare chest.
"Fuck you, Arthur…" He grumbled to himself before pulling out his phone. The brightly lit screen had an obnoxious glare from the sunlight beaming down on him but he just wanted to talk with someone and he knew just the person.
Alfred: Hey Mattie.
Matthew: Alfred, its 6 in the morning. I'm trying to get ready for work.
Alfred: Its 11 here. Sorry. I just wanted to talk. :(
Matthew: Whats up?
Alfred: I think my new partner just pulled a nail n bail. :(
Matthew: That sucks. He leave u to comfort the victim?
Alfred: I am the victim.
Matthew: Shit. I'm sorry, bro. :(
Alfred: it happens.
Matthew: That's an awful way to think. R u ok?
Alfred: I guess.
Matthew: ur not.
Alfred: Would u be?
Matthew: No. I guess not. What r u going to do?
Alfred: Idk. I'm just sitting in a parking lot now.
Matthew: He dumped u in a parking lot? That's low.
Alfred: We did it in the parking lot. Well more in the back of his car in the parking lot.
Matthew: tmi! Dx Still…
Alfred: Lol, sorry bro. :P My ass hurts now.
Matthew: o_0 U let him top?
Alfred: Yeah. Bad idea, next time though. ;P
Matthew: Next time? U still want to hook up with him?
Alfred: Hes my partner, and he's hot.
Matthew: If it has an orifice u think its hot. -_-
Alfred: D: not true!
Matthew: Whatever. I guess this makes the case awkward, eh?
Alfred: He said hes getting reassigned so idk. :(
Matthew: Oh. U need me to wire money or anything?
Alfred: No. I still have my wallet tho he drove off with my gun.
Matthew: hail a cab and find a hotel I guess?
Alfred: That's what he told me. :( I just have to motivate myself to getting my sorry ass up.
Matthew: Itll be ok Al. Everything works out, right?
Alfred: I wish. :(
Matthew: Cheer up, at least the guy was clean, right?
Alfred: Fuck! Idk! Great, now I probably have AIDs or something. :( FML.
Alfred heard the thundering purr of a car engine just behind him, but didn't think anything of it. It was a parking lot after all. Unfortunately he was sitting in the middle of a prime spot and engine roar drew closer until the American could feel the heat rolling off the vehicle.
He growled low, he sure as Hell wasn't moving and didn't even look back. The lot was practically empty and the jerk behind him could find another place not occupied by a very annoyed and sore CIA agent. He stuffed his phone back in his pocket.
The car roared behind him, jerking to nearly brush Alfred's back. Was the guy really going to roll right over him? The blonde flinched away, scrambling back as the car continued to approach, revving and throwing off heat like some sort of angry steel monster advancing on its prey.
From his angle on the ground and the car's front grill plate puffing hotly on his face, Alfred couldn't see the driver. The agent's first instinct was to reach for his gun, which wasn't there and he snarled.
He put his hand on the shined front plate of the car, as if that could stop the half-ton of steel from running over him. The engine revved.
"Stop!" Alfred called, anger boiling up in his blood. He didn't need this; he was already pissed off as it was. Some punk trying to play a bad joke in his shiny, black Astra wasn't on Alfred's list of things to do today. Wait, a black Astra?
The engine revved again, the car jerking slightly. Alfred stared the grill plate down a moment longer before pulling himself up, his hand resting on the car's hood.
Staring back at him from the behind the tinted windshield of the Astra was none other than Arthur Kirkland. The emerald-eyed agent opened the door and stepped out, leaning against the open door.
He matched Alfred's glare with a look of apathy.
"Get in. We have a case that needs solving."
"We? I thought you never wanted to speak to me again?" Alfred spit bitter venom back at the blond from across the hood of the still rumbling Astra.
"The case requires both of our skills. We can talk about it on the way to my flat. Evie, err, my boss said I could work from home today."
"No thanks. I'm done with you." Alfred said, and then slammed his fist into the Astra's hood, leaving a faint dent. He turned and started walking away, shaking out his throbbing hand.
"Alfred! Wait!" Arthur called after, the impending failure making his head hurt even worse.
The CIA agent threw his partner the one fingered salute over his shoulder and didn't stop. He had no idea just where he was going, but just walking across the parking lot made him feel so much better though.
Lost in his own fiery thoughts he didn't hear the door shut and the engine of the black vehicle rumbled louder as it drew up, passed him and intercepted his pathway, effectively blocking him.
Alfred halted then and crossed his arms in front of his chest as Arthur stepped out of the car again. His head was bowed and they stood in silence again before Alfred bitterly prompted the Brit.
"Well? Do you want something? 'Cause if not, you could kindly get the fuck out of my way."
"Alfred, I-I'm sorry. I over reacted." Arthur murmured under his breath.
"Sorry, didn't quite catch that."
"I said I'm sorry!" Arthur said louder and finally looked up to meet Alfred's narrowed blue eyes. "Please, let's just get the bloody hell out of here and get cleaned up. We can talk at my flat."
"Talk about what?"
"Us."
Alfred cocked his head curiously. It hadn't been the response he'd expected. He'd assumed the Brit would jump straight to the case. The blue-eyed blond resigned with a sigh and walked around the car to climb into the passenger seat. Arthur mirrored him, only in the driver side.
The CIA agent pulled out his phone again and refused to look at Arthur as they started to drive.
"I'm still mad at you." He said.
"I know."
"But thanks for coming back for me."
The American saw Arthur shrug out of his peripheral vision and looked at the phone and chuckled softly, reading over Matthew's texts.
Matthew: Aww, I doubt it. I'm sure you can get tested at any hospital.
Matthew: Al? U ok?
Matthew: Helloooooooo? Al?
Alfred: Sorry. He came back for me.
Matthew: Cute. ;)
Alfred: Shut up. He apologized too. Should I forgive him?
Matthew: Well, he did come back.
Alfred: It was probably just guilt.
Matthew: Everyone deserves a 2nd chance. :)
Alfred: ur too nice.
Matthew: so u gonna forgive him?
Alfred glanced sidelong to Arthur, who wore a tired expression.
Alfred: Yeah. I guess so. I've got a soft spot for British accents anyway.
Matthew: You're in London, bro. Everyone's got a British accent.
Alfred: His is the sexiest tho.
Matthew: ur a mess, Al.
Alfred: but I'm a hot mess. ;)
Matthew: What ever u say. I really need to get ready for work now. Message me later. I want to know how it goes. ;)
Alfred: ok. Bye Mattie.
Matthew: bye.
:) Veee~!