Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

10: The Fight For Your Life

Alfred went into the yard again, grabbing Gilbert roughly, dragging him to a more private area.

"You're fucking dead," he spat, punching Gilbert rather hard. You ever feel a jaw shift as you punch someone? Yeah, like that. He most likely broke it.

"Wait wait- Alfred mein man where you doing!?" Gilbert shrieked, his jaw paining him. "What have I done?!"

Besides admitting to mercilessly beating my boyfriend and now raping him? Nothing much.

"Just shut the fuck up." Alfred spat, shoving Gilbert down with a swift kick to his groin area. His own little payback for a bruised groin. "I tell you to never hurt him. Do you understand the severity of what you did? Are you that fucking dumb? You piece of shit rat." Alfred spat, slowly adding more pressure to Gilbert's jaw with his shoe, wanting to feel it fucking snap.

Gilbert wormed his way out, like every other situation ever and stood proud. Besides a most likely broken jaw and dizzying headache. He stood to Alfred, smirking.

If you play mind games with Alfred F. Jones, you deserve what you have coming.
"I had him moaning out my name," Gilbert said proudly, landing his own punch to Alfred's jaw, not enough to break it but enough to knock the blonde backwards.

"He loved it, every second of it. He was just screaming for me to make him feel good." The albino kept pressing on, stomping Alfred's head to the ground. God he put up quite a fight.

Alfred spit blood, grasping Gil's left leg, sending him to the floor; sending a heavy boot to Gil's chest, one way to suffocate someone without too much blood.

"It's like you want me to kill your sorry ass." Alfred muttered, stepping away. He wanted to at least have his fun before he finished him off. Kind of like when a viper sends strikes out to their prey. A little tease.

Gil stood back up, staggering a little. Both of them prideful sons of bitches, neither would be quick to submit in a fight.
Just how Alfred liked it.

Gil charged after Alfred, whom then caught him in a headlock, Gil wheezing and sputtering as Alfred kicked him behind the knee, a weak spot. Gil collapsed to the floor, trying to catch his breath, sending a fist to Alfred's groin. Goddamn it again with this?

Alfred stepped away, yelling out in pain. His poor dick. "Fucking- you fight too dirty. Pussy."

Gilbert smirked. "I wouldn't say pussy, I was after all so deep in your little boy toy a couple nights ago."

Alfred growled, grasping Gil's shirt collar, throwing him into the wall, watching Gil just collapse to the floor. He stepped back as his eyes flickered around the room and back to the German.

"Get up. Get. Up." He demanded, his fists clenching. "Fight me. Now."
Gilbert slowly tried getting up before collapsing down again, coughing and clenching his ribs.

Alfred neared him, ready to finish the job when he felt an excruciating pain in his thigh. He ignored it, punching Gilbert repeatedly in the face, blood coating his hands. Wow that was most likely super suspicious looking.

He muttered out curses, slamming Gilbert's head on to the concrete repeatedly. "I hope you rot in hell." He spat, Gil's breathing slowing quickly. He's nearly dying, fucking finally.

Gilbert as a last resort sent another pain into Alfred's leg, but the adrenaline kicking in made him unaware of anything. He wrapped his hands around Gil's neck until he was barely breathing, stopping.

Alfred could bring someone to near death, but no way in hell was he going to kill someone. It would just prove everyone's point. He wasn't a killer.