#i'm gay for these prompts ajgaajhaha

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yooooooo 7. "you can’t even punch someone decently, and you want to torture me? " w usuk spy au maybe?? (not them torturing each other tho bc thats sad :( ) but like?? rescue mission style??? :000 ((im in love w that prompt list sfbfdghfkhgb)

Title: End of the RopePairing: USUKWords: 793AU: SpiesGenre: Action/DramaSummary: “You can’t even punch someone decently and you want to torture me?”A/N: Finally getting around to the torture prompts from @rpdepartment! TW for violence.

Alfred heard the creak of the door opening before he saw it, watching as a stream of light flooded into the previously pitch dark room. He’d been tied down to a metal chair which was turned away from the door, but he’d retained enough mobility to turn his head and glance over his shoulder as the figure of a bulky man flicked on a light switch. Then, he turned a pair of calculating grey eyes upon Alfred and grinned maliciously. 

“Jones,” the man greeted simply as he shut the door and locked it behind him. Alfred’s eyes followed the man as he sauntered around the room, stopping when he was standing in front of him. He folded his muscular arms across his chest and loomed over Alfred, leering down at the other man. 

“‘Sup?” Alfred greeted, grinning cheerfully up at the man. He shifted slightly in the chair, the skin of his wrists rubbing uncomfortably against the rough rope as he did so. “What’s with all the bondage, man? You into some kinky shit?”

The man, equally unfazed by Alfred’s nonchalance, allowed his smile to morph into one of amusement. “You’re funny,” he said coolly. “I wonder if your smile will look as pretty without any teeth.”

Alfred continued to grin, as if taunting the man. “You think I’m pretty? I’m touched, babe, really - but a few sweet lines aren’t gonna get you anywhere.”

The man grinned and turned around, approaching a plain grey table pushed against the wall. “Yeah? What about a baseball bat?” He asked as he reached out and picked up heavy wooden bat from the table, demonstrating a swing for Alfred. 

“Your angle’s a little off,” Alfred told him, still unfazed. 

The man shrugged as he sauntered closer, stopping when he was once again standing over Alfred. “Never did like sports. Pretty sure I’ll be able to crack your head open all the same, though.”

“And here I thought you were flirting with me.”

“Hm. Well, I would hate to ruin that pretty face of yours... If you give me what I want, I’ll go easy on you. How’s that sound?” 

“Slow down, tiger. Don’tcha know you’re supposed to wait ‘til the third date to share highly sensitive government intel?” 

An amused smile crossed the man’s face and he leaned back, raking his eyes along Alfred’s prone form for a moment. His eyes were calm and cool as he wound an arm back, then swung his first forward in a rough punch across Alfred’s face. Alfred’s head jerked to the side from the force, but when he raised his head he was still smiling, blood now dripping from his nose and the corner of his lip. “You can even punch someone decently and you want to torture me?” He taunted. 

No longer amused, the man pitched the baseball bat forward on a course toward Alfred’s head. Alfred, who had been working at the ropes binding him, slipped his hands free and braced himself to strike.

Several things happened at once. The door burst open and several people burst into the room, one man immediately diving toward Alfred. He tackled the man, chair and all, to the ground just before the bat could hit him. The man let out a cry of surprise as a woman, Elizaveta Héderváry,  rushed at him, swiping the bat from his hands before he could even begin to swing at her. 

Alfred slipped his hands out of the ropes and wrapped his arms around the agent who had taken him to the ground, none other than his partner and current boyfriend, Arthur Kirkland. 

“I had him, you know,” Alfred said with a pout as Arthur clambered off of him and bent down, unwinding the ropes from around his thighs and ankles. 

“I know,” Arthur answered as he helped Alfred to his feet. The pair turned their gaze to Elizaveta, who had easily taken the man down and who was now handcuffing his wrists together behind his back. “Eliza wanted some action, though.” 

Alfred laughed and leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to Arthur’s lips. “Mhm, sure. I bet you were just nervous that I hadn’t gotten out of the ropes yet.”

Arthur’s pale, freckled cheeks turned scarlet and his green eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Yes, well, I’d rather not have my boyfriend’s head cracked open, as that idiot put it.”

Alfred laughed and tugged Arthur closer. “Thanks, babe,” he purred before drawing him into another kiss.

Elizaveta rolled her eyes. “Seriously, you two? Can you stop being mushy for five seconds and help me drag this idiot out of here?” She asked sarcastically, but even she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched the two.