Agema smiled, watching as Arthur sipped at his earl gray tea. "Is there anything else I could do for you?"

Arthur swallowed and lowered the cup of tea. "It is rather cold... I don't have that jacket since I gave it to Alfred to clean it."

"Yes, I will see what I can do to warm up these cells." Agema stood. "You done?" He asked, holding out his hand to take the teacup. Arthur nodded and handed him the empty cup. "If you need anything else, just tell me. I'll be back again, tomorrow." Agema leaned down and gave Arthur a departing kiss on his head. "Goodbye, sweetheart," Agema whispered, then left.

The Brit groaned and collapsed back on the bed. He shuddered and tried wiping away Agema's touch. He rolled onto his stomach and nestled himself under the covers Agema had gotten for him two days previous.

For a week, Agema had been visiting the irritable Brit, and Alfred has kept the jacket for a week to make sure he had rubbed his scent into it for Arthur. Agema had been coddling Arthur, getting anything Arthur had wanted while Arthur and Alfred were slowly, but surely, taking down his operation.

Arthur had hidden the gun in the air vent above his cell and the communication device in his hair behind his ear since he didn't have the jacket to conceal them.

Arthur sighed, relaxing on the more comfortable mattress, wanting to see Alfred.

~

"Where have you been?" Alfred eyed Agema as his boss strolled into his office. Alfred had an idea of where the man had been, he just didn't want Agema to know he knew."

Agema chuckled, sitting in his chair and spinning slowly in it. "I dropped by your sweet little boyfriend. I think he likes me. I hope you don't mind if I have a little fun with Agent Kirkland."

Alfred shook his head. "I do not remember Agent Kirkland and you are my boss. What would I mind?" Alfred clenched his jaw, but made sure it was unnoticeable. Everything. I'd mind everything. Don't you fucking dare touch him.

"Good." Agema nodded, then sat up straight. "So what can I do ya for, Alfred?"

The cyborg dropped Manila files on Agema's desk. "Brown's and Jameson's reports." Agema nodded and took the files to look over. "I will now take me leave." Alfred ducked his head, then left the office.

"I can't believe he hadn't figured it out yet," Alfred muttered, lazily walking through the halls. He made it to his room, and grabbed his old bomber jacket. He shrugged it on and shuffled around in his to rub more of his smell into the fabric. He locked his door behind him, then made his way to the cell section of the building.

Alfred shut the section door behind him then walked down the long hall to the familiar cell door. "Artie, I'm back!~" he sang softly as he opened the door,

Arthur greeted him with open arms and a soft smile. "Took you bloody long enough. It's so cold in here." Alfred chuckled, sitting beside Arthur on the mattress, then shrugged off the jacket. "You had it for a week. I really missed it," Arthur grumbled, taking the jacket and wrapping himself in it. He pressed the fluff on the collar to his nose and deeply breathed in it's smell. "Hm, it smells just like you. Did you start eating McDonalds again?"

"Yup! Actually, not really. I only had a couple burgers the other day. One of the guys went out and got some."

"I never thought I'd say it, but I had missed that smell." Arthur closed his eyes and buried himself in the fabric of the jacket. Alfred chuckled, wrapping an arm around Arthur's shoulders. "How long can you be with me today?"

"As long as you want. Everyone's going to sleep, I have no mission, and there's no cameras." Alfred kissed Arthur's head and rubbed his arm. Arthur hummed, nuzzling against Alfred. "I think Agema is starting to suspect his own people of everything going on. I think it's kinda funny. He's starting to question Brown."

Arthur snorted. "Good. Shoot his head off, and not the one on his shoulders." Alfred laughed, gently squeezing Arthur. "Now lay down with me. We haven't lain next to each other in a while."

The cyborg chuckled and lay back on the bed, tugging Arthur to lay on top of him. "It has. I need to come in more often, Artie. I need to hold you more. I miss it," Alfred whispered into Arthur's hair before gently kissing his head. "But, hopefully, in just a couple weeks, we can go back to HQ, take some time off, and just lay in bed. That sounds nice. You'd make me a nice cup of coffee, I'd cook and we'd snuggle... Normal couple stuff. Stuff we did before I died."

Arthur hummed, curling up on Alfred. "Please don't talk about your death..."

"Sorry," Alfred muttered, squeezing Arthur tighter, but not tight enough to hurt him. "I didn't mean to hurt you. But I'm alive, now. I remember everything and I have my personality back... And I have you." Arthur felt heat rising to his cheeks and nestled into Alfred. Alfred laughed softly. "I know, I know... I'm a corny yank."

"You're my corny yank," Arthur grumbled, curling his fingers into the fabric of Alfred's shirt and jacket. Alfred gently rubbed Arthur's side. Arthur then shifted to where he straddled Alfred's waist and pressed the palms of his hands to Alfred's chest. "I want to do it again."

Alfred raised a brow and propped himself up on his elbows. "Do what?"

The Brit whined and pressed a kiss to Alfred's lips. "Have sex. I want to have sex with you again. It's been a while since the last time, and another long while before that. I want to do it again. You said we have as much time as I want. I want enough time to have sex. More specifically, I want to ride you."

Alfred chuckled and leaned up for a kiss. "Sounds great."