AU- 2p

Summary- Oliver is told time after time that he looks ugly with freckles, so he uses make up to hide them. But Allen isn't a big fan of that idea.
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In a small house in London was a pink haired English man making his famous batch of cupcakes. The sweet treats looked normal enough. A mix of a light pink and blue icing covered the top and a vanilla bottom completed the desert. But what was so dangerous about the cupcakes was what they had inside.

Oliver Kirkland loved putting little bits and pieces of his victims into every little batch he made. He said it gives them that 'special little touch' and that's why his cupcakes are the best around.

Oliver smiled when he heared the ding go off. The boy was happily humming to himself as he cleaned the 'tools' he used. He rushed over to get the hot tray out of the oven and giggled. His cupcakes where perfect; just like always.

He loved backing, it was always so much fun; even though not a lot of people ate his cupcakes. He backed not because people ate his treats, but because cooking always made him feel happy. Well that and two other things.

As Oliver finished setting the cupcakes on a plate and placed it on the table. He smiled again and happily went back to cleaning. He sure made one hell of a mess in the kitchen. Well it wasn't his fault that the man struggled and tried to fight back. But no matter what he did or how hard he fought back Ollie was very skilled with a knife.

The pink haired boy hummed as he scrubbed the tiled floor that was covered in blood. That is until he heard the door open and close.

"I'm back." An all to familiar voice said. Allen, after a morning murder came back with a smile and his clothes covered in blood.

"Did you have a nice walk sweetie?" Oliver looked up from his spot on the floor. The brown hair American walked over to him with a frown.

"Yeah, but it looks like you had fun too."

"Just a little...I made some cupcakes if you want any." He pointed to the plate on the table. Allen ignored the offer and instead went to the sink to clean his hands from the blood. After a while he spoke.

"Fuck, this place is dirty."

"Language Allen! And yes, it is. That's why I'm on the floor cleaning. You know you could be a dear and help me?" The American finished washing his hands and turned around leaning on the counter top with a smile. "Nah I'm good, you know I don't get on my hands and knees." He winked at the Brit making him blush a light pink.

"D- don't be so lewd." Oliver huffed and went back to his cleaning.

"I'm not being lewd." Allen walked over to the other and moved down so he was at eye level with the Brit. He lightly grabbed Oliver's chin to make him look up. Bright baby blue meeting deep scarlet red eyes.

"You're the one being lewd, Ollie."

"W- what?! Me? How?"

"Come on, really? I come in here and you're on the floor, ass up, wiggling your hips as you 'clean' like a house wife waiting for the husband to come home and fuck you silly, how is that not lewd behavior?"

Oliver pushed the American away, his face a bright red. Allen cursed when his butt hit the floor.

"I'm cleaning Allen. And I would like to continue cleaning." Allen pouted and got up with a huff.

"Fine, fine... I'm taking a shower. You're welcome to join me if you wa-."

"Goodbye Allen." Oliver returned to his cleaning while the other left, but just before he left he heared a muffled 'language' from the Brit. After a few minutes the Brit heard the water turn on in the upstairs bathroom.

About thirty minutes later the
water was turned off and in no time Allen came back into the kitchen.

Oliver finished his cleaning a while back and sat quietly at the table enjoying a warm cup of tea and one of the cupcakes he made.

"You finally finished huh." The brown hair American said walking to the fridge.

"It wasn't easy, but I finally finished." The Brit said triumphantly and went back to finishing his tea and cupcake.

Allen chuckled at the replay and the victories expression on Oliver's face. After getting something to eat he closed the fridge and leaned on the counter top while silently watching the other.

"What is it Allen?" Olive finally asked after about five minutes of the American just looking at him quietly while he finished eating.

Allen didn't say anything. Instead he walked over to Oliver with his arms folded.

"Oliver..." The Brit looked up at the other man with a frown.

"Why are you wearing mack-up in the house?" Allen asked his voice deep and cold making the Brit's heart speed up and his eyes widen.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about..." Oliver didn't look Allen in the eyes, knowing he'll be mad or was already mad.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't lie to me! Why are you wearing make-up when it's just the two of us?" Allen at this point was getting angrier and angrier by the second and Oliver knows better then to lie, but he couldn't bring himself to answer. So when Oliver stayed quiet the American lifter the smaller male off of his chair so he could look him in the eyes.

"Oliver tell me the true!" Allen yelled. The pink haired Brit flinched from the felling of the others breath so close to his face.

It took a few seconds for Oliver to answer Allen, but when he did he said it quietly, not wanting to anger the American even more. If Allen got more mad it wouldn't be very pretty... it never is.

"Because I hear what others say... that my freckles are ugly... that I'm ugly..." He said quietly, voice creaking slightly. 

Allen loosened his grip on the smaller man but brought him closer to his chest. "That's ridiculous. The people that say that are just jealous dicks that are jealous of how beautiful you are." Oliver looked up at the other in shock but then lowered his head. He placed a hand on Allen's chest and spock so quietly that Allen almost didn't hear him. "I'm not beautiful... you're more attractive then me Al..." Allen chuckled and lightly lifted Oliver's chin to kiss him.

Allen loved how whenever they kissed Oliver's lips would always feel so soft on his.

The kiss was sweet and gental but the second kiss was completely different. Sweet turned into lust and gentle turned into rough as the kiss was all tongue and small nipps.

Oliver wrapped his arms around his neck while Allen's hands moved to his thin hips.

After a moment they pulled away, a small string of saliva connected their lips. Allen smiled and picked up the Brit in his arms and carried him to their bedroom.

Oliver was dropped on his back and in no time Allen was on top of him and they locked their lips again. He moaned into the kiss when he felt Allen move him from his back to sit on Allen's thighs. Oliver tangled his fingers in the others brown hair as Allen moved to unbuttoned Oliver's sweater.

As soon as they broke apart the American attacked Oliver's neck. Sucking and lightly biting on the soft, pail, skin. Oliver moan and pushed his body closer to Allen's instinctively.

After the buttons on the Brit's sweater were gone and his shirt remover the American found a better more sensitive place to have fun with.

Allen loved teasing Oliver's nipples, they were so sensitive and the little noise that Oliver makes are intoxicating.

"Allen... stop teasing..." Oliver pleaded for the other to move down further. After a long suck on one of Oliver's nipples Allen released it with a wet pop. And unzipped and removed Oliver's pants. One of the American's big hands moved down to Oliver's erection and the other to grope his ass roughly. Oliver arched his back and pressed his chest agenst Allen's. He moaned loudly at both the groping of his butt and the hand on his cock.

"Mmm... Al...!" Oliver rested his chin on the others shoulder and moaned right next to his ear. Allen loves when the Brit voices out his pleasure, and Oliver knows that.

"You're so fucking sexy Ollie."

"Al... laung-ahh!" Oliver screamed when Allen squeezed his shaft and pumped faster.

After a few more pumps Allen released the Brit's cock. Oliver whimpered and was about to ask for Allen to continue but when he open his mouth he was met with three fingers and Allen telling him to 'suck'.

After a minute of Oliver coating the fingers with his saliva Allen pulled them out. He placed the fingers at Oliver's hole and pushed his index finger in. The Brit moaned and throw his head back.

Allen moved the finger in and out, and when he was loose enough Allen added a second finger making the pink haired Brit hissed in pain. He shut his eyes tightly, tears falling down his cheeks. Allen uesed his free hand to wipe away his tears. 

"It'll feel better in no time." The American whispered before he kissed him.

Oliver melts into the kiss and relaxed enough for the third and final finger to be added in.

He made quick work of stretching Oliver out, and then he pulled out his fingers and pulled away from the kiss for some long needed air.

"Allen..."

The American smiled and moved to position his cock at Oliver's quivering entrance.

"You ready baby?" The Brit nodded and wrapped his arms weakly around Allen's neck.

Oliver whimpered and Allen moaned as his cock went through the tight ring of muscles and pushed it's way in.

Allen waited for Oliver to tell him he could move, although all he wanted to do was ram into the smaller body and hear him scream. But Ollie was being very good today and he was in a good mood so he waited for his lover.

"Can I move?" Oliver nodded in response and Allen grabbed his hips to help him pull out of the Brit and ram back into him. It was slow at first and Oliver couldn't help but moan out and move his body down to met Allen's upward motion.

"Al... faster... please faster...!"

"You're so cute when you beg Ollie." Allen said with a smirk and moved his hips faster. Oliver screamed when Allen found his prostate and arched his back and beged him to hit it again. So Allen did, his thrusts getting more and more violent as he was close to his climax.

Not wanting to cum first he grabbed Oliver's erection.

"Allen! Im... going to cum...!" Oliver throw his head back and screamed out Allen's name as he came all over his stomach and Allen's hand.

The musules around Allen's cock tightened and one more deep thrust and he came inside the Brit with a loud moan.

The two stayed like that for a while. Oliver's head was on Allen's shoulder and Allen's forehead rested on Oliver's shoulder as they panted heavily.

When Allen caught his breath he pulled out of the Brit and fell back onto the bed taking the pink haired boy with him.

"God you're amazing."

"You're so sweet Al."

"I'm only this sweet to you so don't go sayn' I'm nice around other people."

"Hah, I won't love."

Allen smiled and kissed Oliver.

"Love you Oliver."

"I love you too Allen."