Arthur had to catch him. He simply had to. No if's, and's, or but's about it.

Arthur was going to catch and lock away Alfred "Freedom" Jones once and for all.

Alfred was a serial killer, and a good one at that. He was a killer killer, but still a killer. The reason he's nicknamed Freedom is because of his signature. Beside the bodies of his victim, he would paint a messy version of the U.S. flag beside them.

And Arthur hated him with every fiber of his being.

You see, Arthur used to love Alfred. They'd been together for five years. They started dating when Alfred was nineteen and entering college. Alfred treated Arthur like he was his whole world. They handled Alfred's college, handled the distance when Arthur was in England with family, handled the stress of their jobs, everything.

Arthur was always tired from the cases he had to work as an officer. Threats he had to deal with and losses he had to help victim's families through.

Alfred was always waiting with comforting, inviting arms whenever Arthur returned to their shared apartment.

But, just a month before their third anniversary, the Freedom murders began. Just one every six months. The first kill was sloppy, strange. Clearly an amateur kill. The case wasn't solved, and came back into play when another murder came into play six months later. Much cleaner, less of a struggle. The third, another six months later, was cleaner, quicker than the previous. The killer was getting better, and it was clear he wasn't going to stop. Arthur was assigned to these Freedom Cases.

One night, Arthur came home to Alfred cleaning blood out of one of his shirts.

Alfred grinned. "Just a nosebleed, babe," was what he said. Arthur smiled and melted into his arms. The next day, there was another Freedom Case. Just a month before their fifth anniversary. Arthur was beyond tired of this killer.

Then Alfred proposed on their fifth anniversary.

To say Arthur was excited was an understatement. Arthur, of course, said yes.

Then, Alfred was caught five months later in the middle of his kill.

He ran before the police could catch him, but Arthur was devastated when someone explained this finding to him when he came into work the next day, wondering why his fiancé hadn't returned home the previous night.

Now he knew why.

The blood wasn't from a mere nosebleed.

Alfred was always strangely calm when Arthur talked about the Freedom cases.

Now, three years later, Alfred was still on the loose, vanishing for six months to return for another kill.

They tried taking Arthur off the case, but Arthur was persistent.

He will lock Alfred behind bars for the rest of his measly life. He swore it.

"Two more months." Arthur grumbled, glaring at the circled date on his calender as he raised two pages. "I'll get you."

"You sound so determined."

Arthur jumped, then pivoted. He sighed and relaxed. "Francis..."

The Frenchman chuckled and approached the Brit. "Did I freighten you, mon cher?"

The smaller man shook his head as Francis took his hands. "No... Just a rough day at work... Francis, in two months, Alfred is going to come up again."

Francis nodded, raising Arthur's hands to his lips. "Indeed. You need your rest, darling."

"Yeah..." Arthur trailed and looked down.

"Don't worry, mon cher. You'll catch him." Francis leaned forward and pressed his lips to Arthur's forehead. Arthur's eyes fluttered shut. "Now, I must leave for my shift. I left some food for you if you want it. Get some sleep."

Arthur nodded and watched as Francis left. Arthur sighed and went to his room. He flicked the switch and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Don't tell me you love that bastard."

Arthur jolted and spun around, eyes wide. "Alfred!" He gasped. Arthur then narrowed his eyes and grabbed for his drawer. "How the hell did you get in?"

Alfred chuckled, hands behind his back. "Easy, baby. I still got the key." Alfred held up his key and let it dangle. Arthur gulped, reaching into the drawer. "You won't find your gun." Alfred revealed his other hand. "I've got that, too."

The short Brit glowered.

The younger man hummed as he set the gun down and flicked the key off somewhere into the room. He kicked the gun back into the bathroom and shut the door. "Don't look at me like that, baby."

"Don't call me that, Jones." Arthur ground out through clenched teeth. Alfred pouted and tilted his head. Arthur faltered. Even after three years, Alfred still got to him. "I will lock you behind bars."

Alfred shrugged off his jacket. "Baby, I know you probably hate me." He murmured, setting his prized jacket on the foot of the bed as he made his way over. Arthur stepped back and held his head high. "But, you have to know something. I do this for you. I always have. If you've noticed, they've been people who got away with murder, or people who's giving you trouble. I just wanted to help. I only wanted to take some of that stress off your shoulders." Alfred reached out to Arthur, but the older man smacked his hands away. Alfred pout deepened. "Baby, please tell me you aren't really with that French creep." Arthur's eyes narrowed up at Alfred's baby blue's. "He sleeps around with other people. He goes behind your back." Arthur's eyes widened. "Don't tell me you slept with him."

Arthur sputtered as his face darkened. "That's none of your concern, Jones! You and I are over! Done! I'll be the one to lock you away!"

"So you haven't." Alfred smirked and licked his lips. Any words Arthur,may have had died on his tongue. "Leave him, baby. Come back to me."

"N-no..." Arthur's voice trembled as Alfred grabbed his waist and pulled him close. Arthur's heart leapt. "Don't- don't touch me!"

"Too late." Alfred whispered as he leaned closer, grip tightening as Arthur struggled. He reached up with one hand, snaking his other around Arthur's waist. His raised hand threaded through Arthur's hair and he pressed his lips to the older man's.

Arthur made angry, muffled noises, but slowly, reluctantly, melted in Alfred's arms as he used to. Alfred hummed, pleased with himself.

The younger raised Arthur up and sat him on the nightstand. Arthur gasped, arms thrown over Alfred's shoulders as an instinctive response. Alfred shuffled his hips between Arthur's legs as he pressed more firmly. Alfred reached down with one hand and yanked Arthur's shoes and socks off. Arthur's toes curled.

Alfred chuckled against Arthur's lips and pressed his palm to the growing erection in Arthur's pants. Arthur gasped and pulled back, then moaned as Alfred roughly rubbed his palm up and down. "Baby, I remember just what you like." Alfred murmured in Arthur's ear. "No one will ever be able to please you as I do."

Arthur trembled and gripped Alfred, jaw slack and lips parted as if trying to release sounds. With his other hand, Alfred finished unbuttoning Arthur's shirt and let it slide off Arthur's shoulders. Alfred then unbuttoned and unzipped Arthur pants. He reached into Arthur's boxer briefs.

Arthur gasped and curled up slightly, whimpering and mewling as Alfred began stroking him. Arthur tilted his head back, Alfred nuzzling his face in Arthur's neck. He began trailing kisses, then flicked his tongue over Arthur's earlobe. Alfred ran the pad of his thumb over Arthur's head and latched his lips to a sensitive spot where Arthur's jaw meets his neck. Arthur moaned loudly as Alfred sucked and nipped the spot until it was large and very noticeable.

"You don't seem so eager to toss me in a cell now, hm?" Alfred whispered, voice husky and deep. Arthur just held him tighter as a response, panting softly. Alfred picked Arthur up once more to toss him onto the bed.

Arthur yelped, then his eyes widened and Alfred began unbuttoning his own shirt. "W-wait-"

"You didn't think you were the only one getting pleasure tonight, did you?" Alfred asked, kicking,off his shoes and socks as he shrugged off his dress shirt. Arthur gasped as his pants and boxer briefs were yanked off. Alfred chuckled and crawled over the wide-eyed Brit. "I'm going to show you who you belong with." He reached behind him and took the tube of lube he had in his back pocket. Arthur flushed.

Alfred must have planned for this.

"I hope you're still tight." Alfred mused as he popped open the lube. He spread it over his fingers. "I wouldn't appreciate it if you weren't. You did say you weren't having sex with the French guy."

"I never said that! You assumed I didn't!"

"Because I know you, baby." Alfred grinned, rubbing the lube on his fingers. "I know you." He leaned down and kissed down Arthur's chest. His mouth found it's way to one of Arthur's perked nipples, so he flicked his tongue over it. Arthur gasped and tilted his head back, Alfred gently biting Arthur's nipple and tugging on it while circling and prodding his hole. "You don't have to say anything tonight other than my name, baby." Alfred muttered, pushing a finger in. Arthur gasped and jolted, clenching up. Alfred chuckled. "You did the same thing our first time." Alfred crooned, pumping his finger in and out, then added a second digit.

Arthur made a strangled, moaning soft of noise, then covered his mouth with his hands, tears building in his eyes.

Alfred pouted, scissoring his two fingers out. Arthur made a throaty whine as his body jerked. "Baby, no one will hear. Don't cover up your noises. It's been three years. I want to hear you." Alfred pushed in a third finger.

Arthur mewled pitifully, his hands being taken away from his mouth.

Arthur arched his back and fisted the sheets as Alfred curled his fingers. "A-ah!"

"I think you're ready." Alfred purred, retracting his fingers. Arthur fell back onto the mattress, panting and sweating. Alfred reopened the lube and unzipped his jeans.

Arthur squeezed his eyes shut once he saw Alfred pull his cock out. He remembers faintly how much if hurt the first time.

Alfred spread Arthur's legs further and leaned down. "Like this, or from behind? You really like both." Arthur just shook his head, biting his lip and keeping his eyes shut. Alfred hummed, lining himself up. "Alright, baby."

Arthur tensed, trying to prepare himself, but nothing came. His eyes fluttered open to look up at Alfred.

The younger suddenly grinned. "There we go!" he cheered, gripping Arthur's hips.

He yanked Arthur's hips towards himself while thrusting forward.

A scream tore from Arthur's throat as his back arched and his eyes grew to the size of saucers. His fingertips dug into the mattress as fat tears poured from his eyes. He's nearly forgotten how much this hurts, yet he hasn't tried to stop Alfred.

Why?

Arthur choked on a sob, gasping for breath. Alfred panted on top of him, and leaned down slightly. "Arthur..." He breathed.

Arthur whimpered and trembled. "A-Alfred..."

Alfred pressed little, fluttering kisses over Arthur's collar bone, biting gently after every other kiss. Arthur's eyes shut and his head rolled slightly to the side. Alfred hummed, pleased with how easily he was able to relax Arthur. His hand slid down from Arthur's waist to give Arthur's ass a firm squeeze and a quick slap.

The Brit gasped and moaned, squirming slightly. Alfred chuckled.

"I'm going to move now, baby." Alfred warned, lips brushing over Arthur's Adam's apple.

Arthur clenched his teeth and whined as Alfred steadily rocked his hips. Arthur's fingers curled into the fabric of his sheets, panting heavily.

"Now, where is that sweet little spot?" Alfred mused as he tauntingly raised Arthur's leg just slightly. Arthur mewled with a sharp thrust. "That's not it," Alfred murmured, "but I bet I'm close."

Arthur's back arched with another hard, sharp thrust. Alfred was teasing him. Arthur cried out as Alfred thrust again, pushing just slightly over that spot. Alfred hummed with a smile. "Found it, baby."

Alfred raised Arthur's hips just a little more. Arthur lashed his arms out and fisted Alfred's hair. He yanked down as the younger thrusted, crushing their mouths together. Arthur's cry was muffled by Alfred as pleasure surged through his body in waves. Alfred rocked back and did it again.

Alfred pulled away so he could hear Arthur scream. Arthur gave a breathy moan with each thrust, body being pressed down into the mattress. Alfred panted as he thrusted, grip tightening on Arthur's hips.

"Alfred!"

The American grunted in response, jerking Arthur's hips in time with his thrusts. Arthur squirmed and cried, his gut tight. Arthur tugged on Alfred's hair. Alfred gave a quick nod and grasped Arthur's aching shaft. Arthur's jaw went slack and odd, pleased noises spilled out as he was pumped in time with thrusts. Before he knew it, his eyes rolled back and both their stomachs were dirtied by him.

Alfred bit down on the base of Arthur's neck as he came, Arthur shuddering and gasping.

Both panted heavily. Alfred leaned back down, pressing his lips to his bite. "I love you, baby. I miss you." He murmured, out if breath.

Arthur didn't know what compelled him to say it, but he didn't mind and those words slid so easily, so warmly off his tongue.

"I love you, too."

~

Arthur slumped at his desk, groaning. He hit his head, then glared at the files in front of him.

Another Freedom murder.

Alfred had snuck away in Arthur's sleep two months previous and Arthur cursed himself to this day for letting himself get wrapped up in Alfred.

"Bloody hell." Arthur grumbled, leaning back in his seat.

Hands placed themselves on Arthur's shoulders and knead into the tense muscles. Arthur sighed. Lips pressed to his forehead. "You need a break, Artie."

Arthur's eyes snapped open.

Alfred chuckled. "Don't worry. No one will hear."