Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

05: Issues

The Next Day

Gil and Alfred sat on a bench, Gil's arm wrapped around Alfred's waist. Alfred had learned to just give in. His nose was still healing. He didn't need it snapped again.

"So how about you und that cop?" Gil smirked, seeing Alfred's cheeks flush.
"We- we-"
Gilbert smacked the back of Alfred's head, causing a small whine from the younger. "Hey! Don't hit me!"
"Aw, is the baby gonna tattle? Now what'd you do to Kirkland?"

"We may or may not have had sex." Alfred admitted, cupping a hand over his mouth.
"You can't tell anyone Alfred. If I get figured out, we're not going to be able to see each other anymore. Do you understand?"

Gilbert's ruby eyes widened. "No way! You guys actually did it! How did you even let that work out? Your cell has been kinda quiet the last few nights. I would know if anyone was getting fucked."

Arthur's voice rang in Alfred's head. But Gil was his friend! And it was killing him! He had to tell someone. And everyone else knew him as the pussy boy that got his ass handed to him by Ludwig.

Little did they know he was in their for two murders.
Oh if only they knew.

"Well- he was interviewing me- to get info for the case..." Alfred trailed off, twiddling with his thumbs. God this was embarrassing. The tips of his ears were tinted pink, looking down. "I don't know what happened- he was going to blow me- but I ended up fucking him on the table instead."

Gilbert laughed, covering his mouth. "Wow, but there's cameras in those rooms!"
Alfred shrugged. "Arthur disconnected them before the interview started." He murmured, wiping his eyes.

"Nice job kid! Landing a cop. You're a real player there. He was practically begging for it!"

Alfred nodded, blush only going darker. If possible.
"He said something, and it's been screwing with my mind."
"And what's that Brojas? I gotta know!"
"I'm his...special person. After we were done, he said it. I don't get what it means. But he seemed so confident in it. What do you think it could mean?"

Gil puffed on his cigarette, passing it to Alfred, who took a large huff. He personally hated smoking, but couldn't help but want to look tough around all the other guys. He was a big kid. He wasn't going to be a little fuck buddy. Until he began choking.

"Jesus fuck! That's not a cigarette-" Alfred coughed, his lungs burning. "What the Hell is that Gil?"
"It's weed," Gil smirked, puffing on it once more. "Know a guy, he gets me them all nicely wrapped up in a cigarette. Nice ain't it?"

Alfred wheezed, coughing some more, not responding.
"Ah don't be such a pussy Al, it's just a little grass. It won't kill ya. You just took too big a hit."
"I didn't know!" Alfred yelled, catching his breath.

Gil hushed the American with another slap to the back of his head. "Shut it idiot! I don't need my shit taken. Gott. So was the sex nice?"

Alfred groans. "Why are you asking so much?"
Gil shrugged, passing the 'cigarette' back to Alfred, telling him not to be a pussy. Alfred reluctantly took a small huff, passing it back. "I guess I'm just curious. Kirkland is a nice piece of work. I'd like to get with him too-"

Now it was Alfred's turn to hit Gil, back handing him. "Don't talk about him like that. Gil! What does special person mean?" Alfred changed the subject before he possibly died.
"He's head over heels or something. I don't know. He probably just wants your dick or something, getting you all thinking with this I love you bullshit. He just wants you softened up enough so you spill about the kills. How'd you do them by the way?"