Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

08: Warnings

Alfred slept soundly in solitary confinement whilst Arthur had to work. He'd most likely return to solitary after his shift was over and sleep with him but that was a later issue.

Arthur hummed, going down the halls. The prisoners liked Kirkland, one he was eye candy, and two, he really didn't mind what they did. Prisoners could be smoking weed and he would walk by, see and smell the weed, and smile. He didn't want to give the prisoners anymore trouble. He saw how hard it was with Alfred. No other prisoner deserves it.

Now instances where prisoners are having sex, he'll rattle the bars and ask the submitted one if they consented. If it's a clear no, he gets out and the other gets in huge trouble. Arthur did not condone anything bad like that.

He was the cool cop. Don't do anything stupid and he wouldn't mess around with you. That was just the way it was. Maybe it was partially due to his lover being a prisoner who knew.

On this particular night nothing seemed wrong. A completely normal night. He was happy those even existed in a prison.

All of the sudden Arthur was grabbed and dragged into the bars, letting out a loud cry. Fuck that hurt his shoulder.
"Let me go!" He cried out, only to be banged into the bars more.

He tried looking behind him only to have his head go into the bars, his nose dripping blood as he sobbed. "Please- let me go." He murmured, crying.

"Stay away from Alfred or your pretty ass is mine." A German accent whispered to Arthur, grabbing his ass. Arthur whimpered, being thrown back into the bars before bouncing to the floor.

He looked around in the cell, trying to get an idea of what he looked like before running for it. Going straight back to solitary, opening it up.

Alfred was startled by the suddenness and was even more surprised by Arthur's loud crying. Jesus what the hell happened.

"Arthur!" He yelled, jumping in front of the Brit, looking at him. Blood. So much blood on his face. He held Arthur's nose, tilting his head down. "Who did this to you? Who fucking hurt you?" He demanded an answer, pulling the Brit into his arms as he cried.

"H-He was German...That's all I know... He told me to stay away from you or he'd- he'd rape me. He grabbed me." Arthur cried, Alfred growing angrier. Gilbert.

"Shh shh...It's okay. I won't let anyone hurt you okay?" He assured him, keeping anymore blood from dripping from his nose. "What happened to your nose?" He asked, feeling to see if there was any breakage. None, thank God.

"He slammed me into the bars of his cell, three, f-four times? I got slammed face first, that's w-when my nose started b-bleeding." Arthur whimpered, crying into Alfred's chest, getting a mixture of tears and blood all over his shirt.

"No ones going to hurt you like this again. I promise. I'll take care of it. Stay with me for the rest of the night, alright? I'll make sure nothing happens to you if you stay with me." Alfred cooed, planting a kiss on Arthur's forehead.

"O-Okay...I trust you." The Brit whispered, the other smiling a little. It was more of a pained smile than anything else.
"I would hope so." He teased, running a hand through Arthur's hair soothingly as he took him back to the bed.

"I love you," Arthur murmured, cupping Alfred's cheeks in his hands.
"I love you too Arthur, now rest." Alfred cooed, kissing Arthur's lips softly, lying next to him. Arthur cuddled close to him, crying quietly until he fell asleep. Alfred's heart was hurt, but he was vengeful. Someone will pay for what they'd done.

***

Alfred was at the exercise yard alongside Gilbert, and Gil seemed a lot more chipper than usual.

"Heard ya got out of solitary confinement! Nice, that place is the worst. I got stuck in there 'cause West and I got in a little fight once. How's Arthur doing?"

Alfred tightened his grip on the weights he had, smiling a little at Gil. Even if it was completely faked. "He's doing alright. He got kinda banged up the other night on duty. Would you happen to know anything about that?"

Gil's red eyes widened. "Gott, no! Is he alright? What was the severity?"
"Fractured nose, and a small concussion. Whoever did it really wanted to send a message. You don't just beat police officers to beat police officers. Who do you think would be out to get my little baby boy?"

Gilbert shrugged his shoulders. God it would be so much easier if he would admit to things.
"Are you sure you have no idea who'd do it?" Alfred repeated, giving Gilbert one more chance to admit to it.
Gilbert paused this time, setting down his weights. "I have an idea. But I doubt you'd want to hear it."

Alfred's fist clenched, continuing to bench press. "What do you know? Anything can help me. I just want Arthur to know he's safe here. He's very shaken up by what's happened. And as his boyfriend I have to get rid of any dangers."

"Boyfriend? So there's official titles now? You guys aren't just fuck buddies?" Gilbert asked, humming. "How precious."

Alfred's anger grew inside, setting down his weights. He stood up once more, eyeing around the area. Arthur's boss had privately visited him to give Alfred permission to...resolve the problem and so he was following orders.

Gilbert noticed Alfred getting a little heated and smirked, crossing his arms. "The clanging was the most satisfying noise. You know...the sound of his school bouncing off my cell. His nose just dripping with his blood. It was all over my hands. He kept saying stop but I just couldn't. It was so much fun. And then I got a hold of that...perfect ass of his. The moment was as awesome as me. Well, I'm more awesome but whatever."

Alfred growled, grabbing Gilbert as he banged him against the wall.
"If you do not leave him alone and I find out you will have your head literally shoved so far up your ass you will never ever see the light of day. Do not touch my Arthur or you will loose both of your hands after I make them gouge out your eyes. Am I clear?"

Gilbert smirked, 'gently' kneeing Alfred in the groin, sneaking away before anything could happen to him. Alfred groaned, falling to his knees, panting heavily. Fuck why did that have to hurt so bad?

Arthur's boss came into the room, seeing Gilbert run for it and Alfred collapsed.
"Can I ask what happened here?"
Alfred grunted, trying to stand, awkwardly trying to not hold himself. "I had him right there," he wheezed, his boyfriend's boss closing the door behind him.

"Gilbert is a dangerous subject. He may not seem like it but he is. He's now attacked a police officer and a prisoner. Are you alright Mister Jones?"
"Just kneed in the balls, nothing big sir." Alfred lied, huffing. "How is he not locked up furthermore? Assault of an officer is a serious thing."

"No evidence he did it. Of course Alfred, we both know he did it. But if we cannot prove it, we cannot add the charge."
"Then why am I in prison in the first place?"
Silence.
"Gil needs to be taken cared of one way or another for the safety of my officers. I put you up to the task now will you do it or not?"
"I'm not going to kill anyone! I'm trying to prove that I like don't kill people."

Arthur's boss hummed. "I'm not saying kill. I'm just saying make sure the bastard knows his place. He will not, and cannot be hurting anyone else in my prison. Got it?"
"Whatever." Alfred murmured, wiping his eyes. "I have to go get ice on my dick, let's talk later."

"Have fun with that Mister Jones," he said, shaking his head with a small chuckle. Kids these days.