(Someone((I'm SO sorry I forgot your username!))wanted smut, so here you go! Sorta XD)
Here he was again. Allen found himself on his bed suddenly, relaxing.
Allen looked to his side, trying to see if Oliver was still laying with him.
He pouted, because he wasn't.
"Allie~"Allen looked over to where the sweet, British-accented voice came from.
His jaw dropped to the floor, and the bulge in his pants stood for attention.
There he was.
Oliver stood there, sultry smirk on face, with one of Allen's long, black,button-up shirts on and nothing else. The shirt tantalizingly covered his privates, and only barely covered the ass he had dreamed about.
"Allie~"He purred again, walking to the bed. He swung himself onto it and continued to crawl towards him, in such a fashion that Allen almost came in his pants.
And almost did when Oliver reached him.
The sweet, sweet boy, spread his legs as he sat in Alfred's lap, and imitated the motions of riding him, letting his ass brush the giant cock every so often.
"Mm~ Allie~ Why did you keep me waiting so long? All those times, I wished you would just shove me against something and fuck me right there."He whined in that seductive voice.
Suddenly, Oliver's finger drifted down and he gasped, while Allen's boxers became tighter as he watched Oliver finger himself.
Oliver took the finger out, and tantalizingly licked the juices off it.
"Mm~ Allie, look how wet I am for you~ I need you inside me~"He purred, and Allen was still in shock, gripping the sheets, this somehow not feeling right.
"Mark me, Allie. Fuck me into the blankets until I lose count of how many times I cum. Make me scream. Show Francois who I belong to."He whispered, and with that final sentence, his resolve snapped, and he grabbed Oliver's hips and shoved him down onto his cock.
He heard the pleasured scream, and smirked, but as the thought that this wasn't right became stronger, he woke up.

And groaned loudly.
Just to turn on his side and see Oliver dark red, blushing, his hand between his legs, still covered by the blankets.
"I'm sorry!"He squeaked, and dashed out of the room.
"Ollie! Wait!"Allen said, dashing out after him. His boner was still there, luckily his pants covered it up, but he couldn't have Oliver mad at him. He just couldn't.
But as Oliver dashed down the stairs and he turned to follow, he was met with a bad sight.

Francois had Oliver in his arms, Oliver with that cute shocked look on face.
"What's wrong mi amore?"He asked, kissing his forehead.
Allen clenched his fist.
"N-nothing, Francois."He said, blushing lightly and squirming uncomfortably, as the Frenchman's hand drifted.
Allen felt fingernail prints being left in his hand, making slow, calculated steps down the stairs.
"Um, Francois--"
"Shh."He shushed, and he gripped his hips.
"Ow, that hurts--"
And Francois's lips were pressed against the shocked Brit's.
Allen ran down the stairs, footsteps thundering, and tore Francois off Oliver.
He gave a mean uppercut to his cheek, and then kicked the bastard right where it hurt.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HIM!"He screamed, and Francois fought back while he was in his rage, punching him right in his nose and knocking the American down.
Francois jumped on him, and began beating him.
Allen tried to fight back, but was losing,  before he heard Oliver scream as Allem felt a sharp pain and heard something crack. He didn't want his precious Oliver screaming in horror like that.

So he kicked Francois off. He went to kick him while he was down, a rage-filled wildfire gleaming in his eyes.

"STOP!"Oliver screamed, throwing himself between them.

Allen froze, seeing the tears streaking down his cheeks.
Oliver looked up at him, and gave a sob of relief, slowly sinking to the floor.
He didn't see Francois sneaking up behind him, angry at both of them.
Allen moved quickly.
He picked up Oliver before sunk completely, saving him from a kick to the side.

Allen pressed them against a wall, hearing the wrathful screams of Francois as he clawed at him, trying to get Oliver, but Allen kept him safe, in a cage between the wall and his chest.
Oliver cried, terrified, and Allen felt the fire heating up again, wanting to kill Francois for upsetting Oliver like this.
And he felt terrible, because he knew he was partially the cause for it.
"I'll protect you. Please don't cry."He grunted, unable to speak well with constant punches and kicks to his back.
"Allen..."Oliver said softly, looking up at him.
And as Allen felt his world going black, as he struggled to stay awake, Oliver kissed him, his tears staining Allen's cheeks.
Allen tried to stay awake, but the pain was terrible, and sleep was so tempting.
He pulled away from the fantastic kiss, and he tucked Oliver's head into his neck, and he curled around Oliver tightly, protecting him from any harm.
No one would ever hurt him. He would make sure of that.
And he slumped over into the wall, faintly hearing Oliver's screams and sobs of his name, only being able to hold him closer before consciousness slipped from him.