Arthur swallowed harshly and trembled, his knees being tightly hugged to his chest. His fingers tugged at the fabric of his pants and his eyes were filled with tears that he refused to let fall. He rocked slightly, gaze flickering around the pitch black room in hopes of escape or at least a light. He couldn't hear anything and he was stripped of weapons, ways to contact Head Quarters, and anything could could possibly help him in escape. The one thing keeping him from breaking down completely was the chip inserted in the back of his neck. He knew that his fellow agents knew where he was and was currently coming up with a plan to rescue him.

The small Brit breathed in deeply, trying to calm himself with the thought of Alf- his fellow agents coming to his rescue, although it would terribly hurt his pride in having the need to be rescued.

Another bash towards his pride with the mouse-like squeak that leapt from his lips when the door opened with a loud creak. The light flicked on and Arthur flinched at the sudden light. He had been kept in the dark for well over an hour.

The same man that caught him earlier waltzed in with a vile grin splitting his lips as he shut the door behind him. "Agent Kirkland." Arthur only glared as furiously as he could, keeping his lips pressed in a thin line. The man made his way over to the steel table and two chairs and sat in one. "Since I know your name, I decided to be nice and allow you to know mine. I am Christopher Brown. So, Arthur..." Christopher leaned over, his grin widening. "Tell me about yourself."

Arthur kept his mouth shut, narrowing his eyes further.

Christopher chuckled, leaning back again. "Okay. You're not talkative. So why don't we get straight to the point, my pet?" Arthur glowered at the pet name he was given and now gripped his pants in anger. "I want to know anything and everything about your agency. Tell me all of your recent accomplishments." Christopher stood, then stepped closer to Arthur, the Brit keeping up his hard glare.

The much taller, more muscular male crouched in front of Arthur and smirked with a tilt of his brow. "Also, one more thing... I would like to know how your partner is still up and walking and strong after I watched a pole go straight through his chest and the life leave his body."

Arthur's eyes widened and he stiffened. "Wha-what?"

Christopher chuckled, cupping Arthur's chin. "I was the one who chased you in Manhattan two and a half months ago during the bombings. I watched as he carried you, and then saved you by sacrificing himself. I watched your partner die in your arms, and then as some guy with white hair came by only minutes later to pick up his body. He was your lover," Christopher tilted his head, "was he not?"

"H-how?" Arthur felt himself begin to tremble, his tears returning. He clenched his teeth shut. "You don't know anything, and I refuse to say anything! I will not give you anything you want!"

"Really now?" Christopher raised a brow, his smirk dropping. "I will get you to tell me, my pet. The easy way or the hard way. I will get get it out of you." Arthur shook at the darkness looming with Christopher's voice. He stared in fear as the man stood. "Which is it, Arthur? Easy or hard? It's a simple question to a simple answer." Arthur sealed his lips shut once again, trying to return to his earlier glare. Christopher chuckled. "I guess it's going to have to be the hard way."

He reached down and snatched Arthur's arm. Arthur gasped as he was yanked to his feet then tossed recklessly across the room. He cried as he tumbled on the floor and was stopped suddenly by a concrete wall. Arthur groaned, trying to push himself to his hands and knees. He yelped as the light was shut off an he was kicked in the stomach.

The Brit's head smacked the floor, then he was yanked up by his hair. He grunted and struggled to get free as he was held up by his hair.

"I bet you like it up the ass, don't you?" Christopher reached out with his other hand and moved as if searching for something. The room was so dark, Arthur could hardly see the man's face. "Shit, why'd I turn off the light?" He grumbled to himself before finally finding what he was searching for.

Arthur shouted as he was slammed down onto the metal table, he cheek squished against the cold surface and his chest being held down by the hand that had grabbed Arthur's hair.

"You have such a feminine little body." Christopher reached around to unbuckle and unzip Arthur's pants before yanking his pants and briefs down just enough to reveal his ass. Arthur gasped as his cheek was groped and he felt tears slip from his eyes as he heard the other man fumble one-handedly with his belt and pants.

"No... Don't... Please." Arthur tried to reach around to push Christopher back, but both his wrists were grasped and held above his head. "Stop!"

"You won't tell me, pet, and I have to get it out of you." Arthur shoved heavily and tightly closed his eyes as he felt the tip slide over his skin and close to his hole.

"Oh, god..." Arthur trembled, unable to cover his mouth to muffle his sobs.

"ARTHUR!"

The wall in front of him exploded, sending Arthur as Christopher both tumbling back. Arthur grunts as he collided with the wall once again. Arthur rolled onto his side and opened his eyes to see agents rushing in and, among them, an Alfred bursting in, breaking the wall further, and his panicked eyes Landon on Arthur.

Arthur sobbed, trying to sit up. Alfred hurried over and gathered the smaller man in his arms. Arthur instantly clung to the man, burying his face in Alfred's chest to muffle his sobs. He felt Alfred pull up and fix his pants before holding him close.

"I'm so sorry, Arthur... I'm so sorry." Alfred squeezed Arthur tightly before picking him up. "I saw it. He was about to rape you, right? I saw the heat, and I was... I felt... I felt something... Angry. I felt angry that he was about to do that to you."

"I just want to go back. I want to go to bed, please." Arthur raised his head to look The cyborg in the eye. "Please, Alfred? Can we go back?"

Alfred blinked, then he nodded and stepped over the rubble.

Arthur was now terrified of the dark.