Arthur went to his favorite pub like he did every Saturday night before. When he opened the door a smell of alcohol and smoke filled his nostrils, like normal.
He walked in and took a seat at his favorite spot. It was the last seat to the right at the bar, next to the door. He sat on the stool and ordered a glass of vodka. He wasn't planning on staying sober for long.
Unlike most days when he would just drink alone until he was drunk and then somehow manage to dial Francis and have him pick him up, a man decided to take a seat next to him and start up a conversation.
"You like vodka too, da?" Arthur was fairly sober at the moment so he answered. "Yes... I like it." The man chuckled. "Well I love vodka! And by the way, I'm Ivan! Who might you be?" Arthur gave a small chuckle before answering. The man was obviously not from around England. Russia maybe?
"Arthur. Nice to meet you Ivan." To be honest Arthur was fairly scared to say the least. The aura around the man was scary and cruel, but his face looked so innocent. "You too! Want more vodka, da?"
Arthur noticed Ivan pull out a bottle of vodka out of nowhere, but decided not to ask any questions. "Sure"
Ivan poured some vodka into Arthur's glass and then poured some into his own glass. "Thanks." "No problem, da."
After a few more drinks Arthur spoke up again. "So... you came here alone as well?" Ivan looked over at him, smiling. "Da... to get my mind off some problems..." Arthur wasn't sure if pushing it would be a good idea, but the alcohol decided to speak for him.
"What kind of problems?" Ivan was quiet for a while before deciding to speak. "There's this albino living with me at the moment. I just realized I'm in love with him and I dont know what to do about it..."
Arthur sighed. "Love problems, eh? Well... I never really have fallen in love so I cant say I understand but..." Arthur looked p into Ivan's violet eyes. "I think you should tell him how you feel... or something.."
Ivan smirked. "I guess I should, da." Ivan and Arthur looked down at there drinks in silence for about a minute when the door to the bar swung open and an albino ran in. "The awesome me is here! And where is that stupid Russian anyway? It's so not awesome to go out drinking alone!"
Ivan and Arthur looked over at the loud albino. Ivan's eyes widened with joy as he ran over to the albino. "Gilbert~! You came looking for me, da!" Gilbert put his hands on his hips and smirked. "Of course I did! I'm just that awesome!"
Ivan hugged the albino and swung him over his shoulder, then carried him out of the bar. "So not awesome! Put me down!" Ivan shook his head and looked over at Arthur, and nodded before walking out of the bar. "I have something I need to tell you. So listen, da?" Gilbert stopped struggling and sighed. "Yeah, sure, whatever, you have the awesome me's attention."
Arthur stared dumbfounded. "The whole time he was talking about a guy..." Arthur didn't have anything against gays. He just hadn't expected it. He was straight after all. Well... all of his partners had been female even though they never even lasted a week. Maybe a guy would be better?
Arthur brushed that last thought off and continued drinking vodka from the bottle Ivan had left. After a little while, Arthur decided he would leave early, while he was still slightly sober.
Arthur grabbed his jacket and walked out of the bar. Walking down the streets of London, Arthur passed a man who was standing behind a building in the shadows. Arthur didn't pay much notice to him until he heard footsteps trailing behind him.
As the footsteps came closer and closer, Arthur turned around and glanced at the man. He was wearing a black hoody with the hood over his face and baggy jeans. Arthur quickened his pace.
The man matched Arthur's pace and continued to get closer. Arthur broke into a sloppy run. Thanks to the alcohol he couldn't get very far before the man caught up to him and grabbed his arms. Before Arthur could register what was going on he was thrown up against the wall of a brick building and was pinned there. The man covered Arthur's mouth and eyes with pieces of cloth so that Arthur couldn't scream or see what was going on.
The man kissed Arthur over the cloth and then whispered in his ear. "Your pretty cute." Arthur started to panic. The man started to unbutton Arthur's white dress shirt. Once it was unbuttoned he started to lick Arthur's right nipple.
The man was close enough to where Arthur could feel his erection on his leg. That's when it hit him. He was being raped.
Arthur tried to struggle and break loose, but he was drunk and weak, so it had no effect on the other man. The man moved down until he was eye level with Arthur's cock. Arthur felt the man lightly kiss Arthur's cock over his pants.
The man stood all the way up again and took both of Arthur's hands into one. Still pinned to the wall, Arthur tried to break free while the man's free hand slithered down Arthur's chest and into his pants.
After touching Arthur's vital regions he lifted his hand out and unbuttoned Arthur's pants. Arthur couldn't help but cry when the man started to suck Arthur's cock. He was being raped, and by a guy.
While sucking Arthur's cock, Arthur happened to notice the man's grip was loose on his arms. Arthur took this chance to knee the man in the gut. The man fell back with a groan and Arthur sprinted away from the man.
As he was running he ripped off the cloth from his eyes and mouth and put his member back into his boxers.
Afraid zipping up his pants would slow him down just enough to get caught again by the man who had almost rapped him, Arthur left his fly open and ran to the nearest police department.
When Arthur finally reached the police station he was bright red and panting. He flung the door open and fell on the floor. He was safe. When he looked up he saw a man wearing a police uniorm at the desk with half a donut in his hand.
The man had sky blue eyes and blonde hair, with a piece sticking out of it that looked as if it was impossible to gel down. The man also looked lean and in shape, as if he went to the gym a lot, even though he looked like a fat ass with that donut in his hand.
Arthur's green eyes stared into the man's blue eyes as if his life depended on it. He couldn't make out any words, instead, Arthur started to cry and he stared at the floor.
The man got up from his desk and walked over to Arthur cautiously, not wanting to startle the poor guy. Placing his arms around Arthur, the man spoke. "I'm Alfred F. Jones... I'm a hero that's going to help you."