Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

12: Engaging

Arthur snuck into ones cage—or cell or whatever the hell he wished to call it. He hummed, this could not have been a more detailed and easy plan.

He locked the cell behind him, making him seem like a victim of sorts.
"Gil, I know you're here and I know you know I'm here. Come out, I need to talk to you." Arthur weeped, hiding his face as he cried into his gloved hands.

The German, or Prussian as he would say, hopped down from his top bunk, raising an eyebrow.
"What the hell is this? I didn't ask for a sobbing cop. Get out." He kicked the other lightly, hoping he'd go away.

"Please, Gil you have to help me! Alfred- he's- he's insane! I should've listened to you... I didn't know. I didn't know." Arthur trailed off, continuing to cry. Damn, he was good. Arthur was awfully proud of himself.

Gil was a little surprised the Brit's senses changed after nearly over half a year but was happy anyway. "Oh? Has someone come to their senses?" Gilbert asked, crouching down in front of Arthur.

Arthur nodded slowly, whimpering a little as he wiped his eyes. "Gil I want a real man, one who won't try to hurt me- or worse! I-I just want to be safe."

Gilbert nodded, smirking a little. He stretched his hand out for the other as he stood up, Arthur taking it. "Gil please, make me know what it's like to be a real man." He whispered in the albino's ear, his ruby eyes widening.

Suddenly Arthur was grabbed and pinned to a wall, his arms still free. Gilbert kissed and sucked Arthur's neck, causing Arthur to bite down on his lip. No way in Hell was he going to let the other take advantage of him again like that. Even with a fake consent.

And then Gil's lips met Arthur's, roughly kissing the Brit. Arthur hated every moment of it, but he had to for the sake of his plan and for him and his boyfriends relationship.

Arthur let a fake moan roll off his tongue, having to keep his eyes from rolling. This was truly horrible.
Gil's hand found his way into Arthur's pants, causing the Brit to keep back any reflex to kick the shit out of him. For the plan, for the plan.

"Mm, Gil, please." Arthur begged, making him honestly nearly gag. God he wanted to soak in bleach after this was over.

"You like that?" The Prussian smirked, jerking his hand up and down Arthur's length. Arthur bit his lip, nodding slowly.
"G-Gil, mmf kiss m-me."

The ruby-eyed male nodded, engulfing Arthur Ito a heated liplock, his tongue travelling practically down the other's throat. Arthur did not likey.

Arthur reached his hand down to his side, hiding his blade into his sleeve, Gil's mouth still on his, his hand still jerking him off.
Sigh.

Gil bumped his arm, causing the blade to cut into his wrist. Well isn't that just great.
Arthur switched the blade around and shifted closer to the other. He kept up the kiss to muffle the scream as he shoved the knife as deep as he could, smirking a little as Gil's eyes widened.

"You piece of shit, I hope you die slowly and I hope you're suffering." Arthur growled, pushing the limp male to the floor, putting his knife back into its sheath.

Gilbert just gasped, grasping his midsection as a warm crimson met his midsection. It was a sight Arthur wouldn't need to memorise.

He was out of there as soon as possible, going back to Alfred's private cell. Alfred looked over at Arthur. Disheveled and bloody. God, what had happened to him this time?

He was prepared to ask what was wrong before Arthur laughed. He broke down laughing in fact, after he was sick in the corner of course but continued laughing afterwards. It wasn't normal laughter either, it was something more..more sinister, more maniacal.

"Uh, what the hell happened to you?" Alfred asked, setting his book down, raising an eyebrow. He was kind of concerned but wouldn't say anything.

"Alfred-! Alfred, oh oh Alfred. You have no fucking idea."
"American cursing?! Jesus, who dropped you on your head?"

Arthur hummed, shrugging out of his uniform. "Let's celebrate, huh poppet?" He asked, unbuttoning his shirt.
Alfred's eyes widened. "Please explain to me what's going on before you try fucking me."

"Okay, okay fine fine. So you know how I was like going to y'know...kill Gil?"
Alfred gasped, hand over his mouth. He shot out of the bed, looking at Arthur. "Arthur! How could you kill someone?! How did you even get away with that?"

Arthur brought his index finger to his lips with a small smirk. "No magician ever spoils his secrets." He giggled, winking.

"Are you- are you fucking insane?" Alfred asked, but it was more of a whisper.
"Only a little." Arthur insisted with a small smile.

Alfred ran his hands through his hair, obviously Arthur was still on an adrenaline kick from killing, he wasn't in the right mindset. That's how anyone is after a kill, not that Alfred would have any experience.

"Here, let's get you out of those clothes." Alfred said innocently, beginning to undress the other, earning purrs of enjoyment from the other as he was stripped to his boxers.

"Oh shut up I'm not touching you." Alfred mumbled, carrying the other to bed.
"And you're dragging me to bed? Alfred you sly, sexy dog."

The American grumbled, curling the Brit into the blanket. "Shut up and sleep." He rolled his eyes, Arthur trying to reach into his pants.
"There's quite literally something wrong with you. No one gets turned on by a cold murder."
"Are you confirming you don't get turned on by the fact that I've been turned on by a cold murder?" Arthur asked, smirking a little.

"Just shut up and make it fast."

Author's Note: sup. tHIS hAS a LoT oF rEaDs AnD I dOnT gEt iT
I'm happy tho c:
Thanks for reading honestly! I would've updated more often but I've just felt pretty fucking shitty lately so I just haven't been 'in the mood' and any updates I've done on any of my other stories haven't been the best so my apologies there! I'm trying to get back to an alright mental state but a cErTaiN rp isn't helping lolol. I know I know these aren't valid excuses but they're valid enough for me. I'm truly sorry and hopefully I'll begin pumping out chapters that aren't shit soon.

Thank you! And good day/night.

Miles~