A request by Espisayer based on a batch-prompt post I made on tumblr. For some clarity beforehand, Marceau (France) is part of a mafia family and failed to tell Arthur, his boyfriend, about that "little" detail.

Of all the situations Arthur could have imagined himself in, Arthur never could have seen himself being tied up in a warehouse for some kind of interrogation. He knew exactly how he ended up there, though, and who was to blame. And he was pissed off. For a few reasons.

His back hurt, his legs were numb, his shoulders ached, and his face… His face was somewhere between hurting and excruciating. That was to be expected after getting punched several times. His eye was already swollen and his nose was surely broken. Someone was going to die for it.

He sighed on hearing footsteps. How amazing it would be for someone to pay him a visit again. He almost got out of the rope binds around his wrists, so he was frustrated by the interruption.

The door opened and… it wasn't who he was expecting. At all. That didn't make it any more welcome, though. "Ah, Arthur… You look terrible," his visitor remarked with a frown.

"Well, gee, Marceau… I wonder why?" Arthur said in his most sarcastic voice possible. He winced at the nasally sound from his broken nose. "This is your fault, you prick!"

"My fault? How could it possibly be my fault if I'm here to help you?" Marceau asked, walking over and around Arthur. There was definitely a risk in untying him, but he couldn't just leave him like that.

"Because you got me involved in your fucking mess!" Arthur growled. "You should have warned me about this shite!"

"Alright, alright, I admit… I didn't consider this could happen…" Marceau sighed, pulling all the rope off of Arthur. Then he smirked a little bit. "But at least I came to get you. Never figured you for a damsel in distress."

Arthur scowled and stood up from the chair, grabbing Marceau's shirt collar. "Who the fuck are you calling a damsel? I was two minutes away from getting myself out of this."

"Oh, were you really? How were you planning on getting past the guards?" Marceau asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, how the fuck did you get past the guards?"

Sighing, Marceau took Arthur's hand off of him. "They're dead. Now will you please cooperate so I can take you home and patch you up?" He really needed to go to a hospital, but they couldn't do that. There would be too many questions to lie to.

Arthur snarled, but… he was feeling lightheaded. Even if he tried, he knew he would actually be able to put up much of a fight. "Fine. But you're going to answer every goddamn question I ask."

Marceau smiled and started leading Arthur out by his arm. "Of course. I assume I'm sleeping on the couch, as well."

"If you're lucky."

So the floor, possibly, then. That was probably the price to pay for keeping secrets. Just meant he had to work that much harder, then.

My tumblr is faerie-of-the-moonlight if you want to follow me there or just look at the original post.

~ I take oneshot requests for FrUK ~