Well here's chapter 2 of Cops and Robbers. Hope you like it just as much, and if you want mote then check out some of my other lemons and story's. Have fun ~♡
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When Arthur woke up he was in a worm bed.

For a moment he thought that all of what happend was a dream. A sick, twisted, perverted wet (amazing) dream. But when he tried to get up he fell back in pain. Yep, not a dream. It took him a good moment to come to the realisation, and when he did his eyes widened in horror and his heart skip a beat.

He did just have sex with Alfred F. Jones. More then that he didn't get his consent to actually do it, so it was practically rape.

"Finally up huh?" Arthur heard a voice say. He frowned and turned his head to look at the door where the American stood.

He was shirtless, with a towle around his neck and his sunflower blond hair was wet. Thank goodness he at lest had pants on.

"You! You kidnapped me?!" The Brit yelled taking Alfred by surprise. 

"I didn't kidnap you, I just took you."

"You dummass! That's the very definition of kidnapping!"

"Is it?" Alfred smiled and walked up to the bed. He sat at the edge of it and watched as Arthur pulled himself up slowly to rest on his elbows.

"Where am I?"

"America, my place"

"Wha!!"

How in the Queen's name did this idiot transfer hin across the ocean to America?"

"How did you get me all the way here?!"

He couldn't have tooken him by plane. If he passed out for the entire trip then the security guards surly would have noticed. Plus Arthur was a police officer himself and know a lot of other officers that worked in England, so if they sow him they would help. Drugged? No he would still feel the affects of it.

"Well I couldn't just take you by a commercial plane now could I? To many people, but I do have contacts who have privet jets."

"You took me in a privet plane?"

"Jet, a plane would be to slow. What would I do if you woke up on the plane and tried to contact your family?"

"My family...! What did you do to them"

Alfred smiled and tried to defend himself with his hands although Arthur was far too weak to fight him right now.

"It's ok Arthur I didn't do anything." Alfred's hand fell and his smile disappeared and was replaced with a hurt look, but he counted. "I'm kinda hurt you would think I would hurt them. But don't worry, I told them that I'm a cop from America and that you were offered a job here and that you needed time off to think, so you came to America to think about the job offering with me."

The Brit couldn't belive the words he was hearing. His family actually thought that he would do such a thing? That he would just uproot his life as a police officer and go to America with this criminal for a job? A man that not olny raped him but stole him and brought him to a new country?

Arthur frowned and lowered his head. "So... what do you want with me...?"

Alfred reached out and placed a hand gently on Arthur's head.

"Like I said honey... I always wanted you. Even since I heard of you I just know. I felt like you and I are ment to be."

"So I'm trapped here right..."

"Not at all, you can leave if you really wanted to, but I don't think you will."

Arthur was going to yell at him, scold him for being a idiot, but the second he lifted his head and opend his mouth Alfred was there to swallow up the complaint. Alfred moved his lips against Arthur, but when the Brit didn't respond he gave his bottem lip a long and slow lick.

When Alfred pulled away he smirked and licked his lips. "See~ you liked it."

"No! Not at all, that was horrible!"

Alfred laughed and got up from the bed. He fixed the towle around his neck and looked at Arthur.

"Like I said, I wanted you for a very long time Arthur. Now that I have you I'm not letting you go." Alfred said in a low voice that sent a shiver down Arthur's spin. Arthur never sow him like this and it truly did scared him.

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The first week of Arthur's
kidnapping could have bine better. Alfred tried to spend time with him, to get to know the Brit better, but Arthur was in shut down mode. He still ate, slept, and did eveything eles but he couldn't go very far. He tried to run away when Alfred was busy, but he soon found out that not only did he not know where they were but the house was in the forest. Arthur made it only about 3 miles until Alfred found him and dragged him back. Arthur refused to talk and instead spent his time reading.

The second week went just a little bit better. Alfred decided that he could walk around the house with minimal supervision. Although Arthur wasn't talking to the American he was looking. Since they were in the forest for the time being they needed wood for the fireplace, and one day while Arthur was in the kitchen making tea he noticed Alfred outside chopping wood. The Brit couldn't help but let his thoughts wonder. He remembered those muscular arms wrapping around him as Alfred kissing him. How good it felt to be held by the American, and how he missed it deep down.

Maybe Alfred was right, maybe they were ment to be.

By the third week things started to progress. Arthur was done with his 'pouting' as Alfred called it and started to speak to Alfred. He learned more about the American, small things like what he liked, about his brother who was in France working with another man and how they both were very close. And Alfred learned more about Arthur, why he became a cop, his family, friends.

And by the fourth week Arthur started to see him as a good man, yes he robbed people but ever since they came to America Alfred hasn't done anything to break the law. When Arthur asked Alfred why he stopped his answer was simple but shocking all the same. "It's because I already have the thing I wanted most, and now I don't want to steal anymore. I want your heart, Arthur, and I'm not going to steal it. I want you to give it to me of your own free will."

So after a month and three weeks Arthur started to fall more and more for Alfred. It wasn't his fault! Alfred was very attractive, he was kind to Arthur, and well they were alone here for weeks, it's not like he had anyone to talk to. It wasn't to say that he didn't have any contact with people. Alfred would take him out on little 'dates' around the small town about an hour away from the forest,  and after a while Arthur did get to call his family and say he was fine and that he loved them, and getting a very good scolding from his older brothers about not telling them he's leaving.

He could call for help. When they went into town he could yell for someone to help him, sure he could do that, but he didn't want to. The more time he spent with the other the more and more his will power brock.

And now he found himself here, sitting on Alfred's lap as he sat on the couch. His hands in Alfred's blond hair and Alfred hands slowly traveling down his sides to rest on his hips as they kissed.

Arthur moaned into the kiss as Alfred's tongue brushed over his teeth. Arthur tugged on his hair making Alfred groan. There body's pressed close to get as much friction as possible.

After the needed for air screamed at the two they separated, panting heavily as they looked at each other.

"You taste good Artie." Alfred said as he kissed his way down Arthur's neck stopping at his collar bone.

Arthur chucked softly at the nickname, a month ago he would have slapped Alfred for calling him that, but now the silly nickname made his heart flutter.

"Do you like the way I taste?"

"God yes." Alfred's hands moved to unbuttoned Arthur's shirt. The Brit laughed quietly and kissed the top of Alfred's head as his hands where busy working and his mouth sucked and nipped at his flesh.

Arthur would never admit this but he liked how loving the American was. His consent flattering was heartwarming and was one of the reasons Arthur started to fall for him, that and his looks.

He know that it was wrong in a way, to fall for a criminal who kidnapped him but he couldn't help it. He meltdled perfectly in Alfred's strong arms and he would always want more.

It was true, the universe wanted them together.

So after coming to that realisation Arthur gave up, and found that being here with Alfred was much better.

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"You want to move?" Arthur asking green eyes meeting his boyfriends blue ones as they layed in bed.

"Yeah, well aren't you sick of this cabin by now?"

"I guess... I kind of like it. It very peaceful and all, I could read here without any loud noise."

"Well I just thought since this was were I um... kidnapped you... that you would want to live somewhere else...?"

Arthur sighed and thought for a moment. He placed a hand on Alfred's chest and scooted closer to him. Alfred's arms wrapped around the Brit's waist pulling him even closer.

"I never apologized for that did I?"

"No, love you haven't..."

"I'm sorry Arthur, I really am, for doing all those things to you and all... I just really wanted you and all..."

"I'm know... I won't forgive you for that, not now anyways Alfred, but that's doesn't mean I don't love you."

Alfred smiled and kissed his cheek. With the biggest smile the American can muster up he said, "Sooo dose that mean you love me?" Alfred said in a childish tone.

"Yes Alfred I suppose I do."

"I love you too Arthur, and I promise I'll make it up to you."

"I know you will."

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AN- Well how was that? Good? Well if you liked it then go and check me out. I make all different lemons and story's about America and England so go and check those out sometime. Thank you for reading ~♡