*Yay another chapter! now we get to hear more about what Arthur was running from! Enjoy!*
Arthur sat at a small wooden dining table munching grumpily at crackers that had been given to him by Alfred, before he went to find something for Arthur to wear since his torn wet clothes wouldn't do the brit any good. which left Arthur to stew in his memories of the night before.
The reason why he had tried to escape the unquarantined zone in the first place was that he had been captured by some dogs and watchers who then proceeded to take him to a auction house and put him up for the highest bidder. The watchers who had captured him in the first place really didn't have an idea for personal space as they stripped him down showing the customers just what they were buying. "Number 410 who calls himself arthur is around the age of twenty through twenty five. His mutation has given him these," one of the head watchers called out on a microphone to the forcefully pull out one of the brits wing. "He's overall in good health and condition. No scrapes or bruises.." the watcher then proceeded to let his gloved finger slide down Arthur's bare chest causing the brit to blush darkly and try to slap the man's hand away, "Obviously he's a fighter but I'm sure none of you would have a problem with breaking him in." He said with a mere chuckle with a small purr in his voice. The audience watching seemed to laugh along with the watcher making Arthur glare toward the crowd with a look that could kill. "Now come on here folks he's tied up he can't hurt you.." Then what seemed to be in a matter of seconds people suddenly surround arthur forcing his mouth open to see his teeth, touching and groping his body,
"So the man said you have fight..? Mm I quite like that.." A younger git said with a smirk as he let his hand easily caress Arthur's wing. "You look so fragile too.." he purred now letting his hand began to slowly run down Arthur's body causing Arthur to try to jerk away. The man grinned before pulling back only to pull a blade out of his pocket, "Mmm look the key to your escape right in front of you," he said swinging the blade back and forth in front of Arthur who let out a growl in response. He smirked and placed the Blade into his coat pocket, "I'll be seeing you later.."
The watcher sent the audience back to their seats after a few more minutes of they're groping and sent Arthur into a separate room with the other mutants who had already been shown to the crowd. Arthur could hear the echo of the watchers voice over the microphone while he introduced the next mutant. after a couple more mutants were brought in, the bidding had commenced. Arthur flinched every time he heard the watchers gavel slam down while he yelled out "SOLD!" Then watchers would come into the room and grab whatever mutant that had just been sold and take them to god knows where.
Soon the watchers came for Arthur he wasn't going to give in without a fight. He thrashed kicked and even tried to bite the men only for them to take hold of Arthur's wings and pull back making Arthur suddenly stop thrashing instantly. The watchers seemed to grin as they then dragged Arthur out to another room.. "your buyer made it clear for you to be dressed when he comes.." Arthur put on the cotton shirt and pants happy to at least not feel as vulnerable as he did before naked. While he turned around hearing the door open. It was the younger man that he had seen during the auction show..
The man smirked and waved the two watchers out of the room. Arthur glared as the man circled him. "Mmm the others put up quite a fight for you.. but who wouldn't.." He purred letting his fingers go through Arthur's hair causing the brit to try and jerk back only for the man to grab hold of his hair roughly pulling it up making Arthur look at him, "It won't take long for me to break you in.." he let out in a growl pushing arthur back letting go of his hair at the same time causing arthur to hit against the wall. "I bet you're a bit curious on why I had them clothe you?.." He let out his voice dropping back to a purr as he put his hands against the wall either side of Arthur's head. He leaned in closely to Arthur's ear, "I don't like people getting to see my toys." He said before letting his tongue slowly go up the side of Arthur's ear. To then suddenly bite it roughly, making the brit wince.
"I'm not your toy, Y-You don't own me." Arthur growled out as he tried to push the bastard back with his tied hands only to feel the wanks hands go around his neck and push him up against the wall till his feet weren't touching the ground.
"See when you say those things you make me angry Arthur.." he growled out to then let Arthur drop to the ground, "and you wouldn't want me angry would you?.. No of course not." he let out while watching arthur pant and cough.
"You sick fucking bastard!" Arthur finally let out as he catched his breath and quickly tried to lunge at the man only to feel the others hands go past his neck and to only one of his wings.
"Shame I really didn't want to clip your wings.." he let out with a small sigh only for a snap to sound through the room and be accompanied by Arthur's cries.. tears ran down his face as he felt his wing be broken. "Now be a good boy." He let out as he forced the shirt arthur was wearing over his wings. He then grabbed Arthur's arms and dragged him to his feet. "Now don't fight back.." He purred out taking Arthur now by the chin and forcefully brought his lips to his own and letting his tongue dip into Arthur's mouth greedily.
Arthur's mind went back to his first meeting with this wank trying to remember where he had placed his blade. As the man violated his mouth with tongue arthur let out small moans and whimpers as if showing he had given in. Only for his tied hands to run down the man's body. Arthur prayed the git couldn't feel his hand slip into his jacket. he felt the handle to the blade.. Arthur slowly wrapped his hands around it before taking it out of his jacket. He grinned biting the man's tongue forcing him to pull back giving him enough room to strike. He quickly rose his tied hands and brought it down quickly stabbing the man in his abdomen. He then pulled out the knife and made quick work of cutting off the ropes around his wrists. Arthur stood walking toward the door only for the man to grab his ankle causing Arthur to drop his blade, "I'm going to find you wherever you go.. and I'm going to break each bone in your wings then pull off each feather." He let out as he smiled madly up at Arthur.
"Big talk coming from a man on the floor," Arthur growled out only to quickly run out of the room.. and that's all he did for the rest of that night.. Run.
"Arthur..?" Arthur was suddenly pushed out of his thoughts when he looked up to see Alfred looking back down at him.
"Wh-What is it?" Arthur let out quickly straightening his back. Alfred slowly let his hand come out and wipe away a wetness against Arthur's cheeks, as he had done so he had noted how the brit had seemed to flinch away when his hand came in contact with his cheek,
"Your crying." Alfred said as he looked at Arthur a bit worried.
"I'm fine." Arthur let out a bit too quickly, "And I'll be even better once I have clothes." He said, quickly changing the subject.
Alfred eyed Arthur for one more moment before he nodded, "I found some clothes for you but they might be a bit too big." he said with a small sigh. Arthur shook his head,
"It's fine I'm just happy for something other than a blanket." Arthur said feeling the awkward tension from before slowly dissipate.
"Good, I set them out in the guest bedroom it's just down the hall." Alfred said with a kind smile. Arthur nodded as he got up and began to walk to the toward the guest bedroom. He stopped in doorway of the guest bedroom. Alfred turned toward Arthur only able to see his back wondering why the he had stopped,
"Thank you.. for your kindness." Arthur said in a gentle tone before closing the door behind him.
Alfred chuckled, "You're welcome," he let out with a soft smile as he looked toward the closed door. There was a knock at the door causing Alfred to pull his gaze from the the guest bedroom door and towards the front door. He walked toward slowly hoping it was who he thought it was. Slowly he opened the front door only for the suspicious look on his face vanish. The man at the front door wore dark brown pants and a rather large red sweater his hair color almost the same as Alfred's while his eyes were a most brilliant violet tone, "Mattie!" he said happily hugging the smaller man.
"Alfred please let go.. you're crushing me." Mattie let out in his usual soft tone as he pried his brother off of himself. Alfred merely chuckled letting go and allowing his brother to come inside before he closed the door behind him. "Now what was with all this nonsense about an injured bird wing..?" Mattie asked looking over toward his brother only to hear footsteps behind him.
Arthur had come out of the guest bedroom dressed in a rather large black faded band t-shirt and some grey sweat pants with straps that he had to tie tightly around his waist, to keep them from falling. "Alfred.. who's this..?" He asked noticing the other male who was holding a rather large case at his side.
"This is Mattie my brother, Don't worry he won't hurt you. He's here to help your injury." Alfred said as he looked toward Arthur, He couldn't help but admire the way the brit looked for a moment. Mattie raised a brow,
"Alfred why on earth were you asking me about mending broken wings then?" Mattie asked now awfully confused. Alfred chuckled as he walked over toward Arthur,
"I'm going to show him.. alright?" Alfred asked in a soft tone while looking toward the brit. Arthur slowly nodded as he slowly turned his body and let Alfred lift the back of his shirt. The wing that had not been injured stretched out easily but the wrapped one stayed folded tightly against his back. Mattie's eyes widened as he watched the others wings,
"I'll… I'll see what I can do."
*YAY second chapter finished! I hope you guys are enjoying this so far! I know I'm enjoying writing it at least ^^ I'll try to write the next chapter soon! Love you guys thank you for reading!*
