A/N: Sorry about the late update, you guys, I sort of got hung up on a lot of other stuff. But it's okay, I'm getting back on track!

WARNINGS FOR: PrusAme rape/noncon

Gilbert came around the next day, his bag of cocaine in hand. He knew Alfred could do what he wanted to get it, and he was going to exploit that. He knocked on the bars and grinned at Alfred, lying on the bottom bunk. "Still all mopey about your asshole boyfriend? Don't worry, I've got your fix for you right here. You know what you have to do for it."

Alfred missed Ivan already. He felt vulnerable without him around; helpless and defenseless. He wanted his master here beside him, his warm, large chest pressing against his back, holding him close. And yet he was stuck with Gilbert. Well, he wouldn't fool around with him this time. Alfred felt guilty enough to giving in so easily the day before; he could go without the cocaine, he really good. Shaking his head, the boy responded, "No. Not today. I'm not fucking with you again."

"What?" Gilbert was shocked as he was denied. He took a step inside the cell and flushed angrily. "Hey, you can't just say no! You want blow, don't you? Well in order to have your blow, you have to blow me." He had a feeling it would have to go further with it, too.

"Well, I am 'just saying no.' I don't want your shitty cocaine or your small penis." Alfred snapped, burying his face into his pillow. He had a bad feeling about all of this, but he was resolute. He wasn't taking Gilbert's shit, and he wasn't going to cheat on Ivan again.

"Whoa- whoa, you can't do that. Take it back." Gilbert was shaking, childishly clenching his fists, looking just about ready to tackle Alfred. "I do not have a small penis!"

"Looks like I just did." Alfred murmured, looking back at the albino. "And I don't regret it. Now leave me alone."

Gilbert forgot about the blow, instead jumping right on top of Alfred and pushing him face down into the pillow. "I'm going to fuck you up. No one says no to me." Gilbert was acting reminiscent of Ivan, even. Childish and refusing to take no for an answer.

Alfred grunted as he was tackled, panicking a bit at that. He'd forgotten that the other was indeed an inmate at the prison and wasn't above raping him. He began to squirm under the other's hold, gasping out as he tried to buck the other off. "H-hey! Get..off of me!"

"Why would I do that?" he sneered as he smacked Alfred and shoved him deeper into the mattress. "Shut up and just spread your legs, you're good at it."

Alfred recoiled at the slap, momentarily dazed as he looked back at the other, whimpering softly. He continued to struggle, not willing to comply so easily. He had to stay strong, for Ivan.

Gilbert didn't even bat an eye as he slammed Alfred down and yanked his pants down, reaching into his own to grab his cock and push his knees between Alfred's knees and spread them wide.

Alfred eventually stopped struggling, focusing more on making this less painful for himself. Gilbert wasn't going to let up, and he was clearly dominating him in strength; it seemed pointless to continue to squirm. Instead, he spread his legs and buried his face into the pillow, not wanting to give Gilbert the pleasure of seeing his humiliated face.

Gilbert spit into his hand and rubbed at his cock, sneering down at Alfred. "I'm going to fucking ruin you." He smacked Alfred on the ass and spread it out, making a face. "You're disgusting- I bet that you're loose."

Alfred didn't bother responding, keeping his face pressed into the pillow. He doubted that Gilbert really could ruin him, considering the size of his cock in comparison to Ivan's. However, this was probably going to hurt on some level. He whimpered some, gripping the bedsheets as he bit his lip, trying to refrain from crying. He didn't want the albino's cock inside him. He wanted Ivan.

Gilbert wasted no time before he forced himself into Alfred, hissing softly at how tight it was around him. Just enough to tug at the flesh and make it burn. But he didn't stop- this wasn't at all about pleasure. This was about power, and putting Alfred in his place.

Alfred cried out as he was entered suddenly. Gilbert was nowhere near as gentle as Ivan, his lack of preparation making the pain seeding and burning. Alfred grit his teeth, sobbing softly as he was fucked. He grabbed the sheets, struggling slightly under the albino's weight. It hurt immensely.

Gilbert wasn't above giving up pleasure to teach Alfred a lesson. He gripped his hips and plowed in, thrust after thrust, making sure Alfred was burning from the inside out. He smirked, satisfied, as he saw a little trickle of blood stream down Alfred's thighs. "Like that you nasty whore?"

Alfred shrieked, crying heavily as he screeched in pain. It was humiliating and painful, the agony shooting up his spine. He heaved and groaned as he was rutted into, clenching his eyes shut as he felt blood trickling down his ass. In a hoarse voice he began to call out for help, Ivan's name spilling from his lips every now and then.

"Oh shut up, your asshole boyfriend isn't going to help you, goddamn! He was slammed in the hole for a goddamn good reason. Even if he's the keeper of the fucking prison it doesn't matter, he beat some guy to death, that's grounds for the hole." In fact, Gilbert would probably end up there himself if he got caught. Whatever. He just focused on giving Alfred as much pain and humiliation as possible.

Alfred didn't listen to Gilbert, continuing to scream Ivan's name. He knew it would be fruitless, but he couldn't help but try. Sniveling and sobbing, Alfred pulled and gripped at the sheets, waiting for his misery to be over.

"Goddamn, shut the fuck up!" Gilbert smacked Alfred across the face and shoved it into the mattress to shut him up. He wasn't in the mood for all this screaming. Maybe quiet, humiliated whimpers of pain, but not for screaming. He groaned as he was finally able to get hard. Damn, this was messing with his performance.

Alfred's screams were muffled by the mattress effectively, though he kept up the noise. He didn't like this and he was going to show that he didn't like this. Throwing an elbow back at Gilbert, he cried hard and growled at him in anger.

"You like that, you stupid whore?" Gilbert sneered as he dug his hand through Alfred's hair, groaning as he could finally cum inside him. "Damn…" Now his dick was going to be chafed for the rest of the day. The sigh-worthy duties of a prison master.

Alfred whimpered as the man came inside his cut up ass, stinging his insides. He went limp as he glared back at the albino, showing his utter hatred. He was on the verge of crying, wishing that the man would just leave him in peace.

Gilbert pulled out and put himself away, hissing softly. "Damn, bitch, you need to loosen up sometime… Whatever. You want your snuff now? I guess you did your job, I should give you some."

Alfred sobbed, burying his head into the pillow. He didn't want to say yes. Not to that bastard. But his will was weak and his addiction overcame him. Crying, the boy nodded his head, though his reddened face depicted his misery.

Gilbert pulled out his little bag of powder and tossed it to Alfred. "Go ahead and use as much as you like. I've got better shit to do, but I'll be back. We can make this a regular thing. Maybe next time we'll get you so that you're not crying like a little bitch."

Alfred glared back at the man with utter disgust. He bit out a feeble "fuck you" before turning over in his bed, slinking under the covers and crying.

Though Ivan's time in the hole had hollowed him- as it always did- he was excited to be out. He had a reason to be excited this time. Alfred was waiting for him, and that poor boy must be in desperate need of a fix. He stopped by a friend's cell to snatch up a little bag of powder, special for Alfred.

He had a bounce in his step, unlike that of when he'd come out of the hole before. Unlike when he'd been alone outside solitary as well as inside.

As he approached the cell he had a bad feeling settling in the pit of his gut. He could hear noises, could hear choking and gagging. He pressed against the side of his cell and peeked around to see.

"Come on, whore… Yeah, earn your fix. Just like that…"

Alfred was bent over Gilbert's cock, his mouth being savagely fucked by the albino. He was groaning in pain, tears spilling down his cheeks as his throat was fucked, his face reddened in humiliation and stress. Gilbert kept coming back, and Alfred had kept refusing him...but that didn't stop Gilbert from taking what he wanted.

As soon as he saw the extent of the abuse, Ivan swept in and yanked Gilbert off the ground by his throat. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he hissed, squeezing tight. It took him a moment to realize he had said it in Russian, and scrambled to pull his English together, spitting it out once more. "I'm going to fucking kill you," he hissed, sneering and squeezing harder.

Gilbert just choked and kicked from where he hung suspended in the air, eyes bulging out.

Alfred scrambled to his feet, backing away to the wall, surprised by the interference. A flutter of excitement and happiness quickened his heart, a small smile forming on his lips at the sight of Ivan. The man had finally returned. Tears still staining his face, Alfred approached Ivan slowly, glad that he was sticking up for him. Gilbert would finally get what was coming to him. "Ivan! I missed you so much..."

"Shut up!" Ivan barked back at Alfred, his anger leaking out to him as well. He was hurt that Alfred would let this happen to him. He thought Alfred could protect himself, could avoid this… He turned back to Gilbert, hand crushing his throat and shoving him into the wall. "I'm not in the mood to go back in the hole, but you deserve a punishment. And I'm going to have someone else deal it out. When you least expect it. When you think you're safe. When you think that no one can touch you, I will hurt you. And you might die." With those ominous words, he tossed Gilbert out of the cell, literally, and shakily turned to Alfred, trembling with his anger.

Alfred didn't feel so excited anymore. Quivering in fear, eyes watery, he backed away from the larger man. In a wavering voice, the boy muttered, "I-Ivan...I..." He wasn't sure where to begin.

"I said shut up." Ivan wasn't happy, and he was letting that be known. "Can't you stand up for yourself? Can't you fight back? I thought you would have taken care of yourself while I was away- and you can't go two weeks without me protecting you? You're pathetic."

Alfred flinched at those words initially, shrinking as his lower lip trembled. He didn't think Ivan would be so angry at him for being rape-wait. "Excuse me? Are you serious? I get fucking raped and that's suddenly my fault? Gee, Ivan, I just got stabbed 2 weeks ago. Sorry for not being at the epitome of strength." Alfred huffed, crossing his arms.

"You got stabbed in the stomach, not in both arms legs. You need to learn to stand up for yourself. Or do you like it?" Ivan sneered as he glowered down at Alfred's, fists shaking at his sides. "I'm disappointed that you can't even help yourself shove off someone as pathetic as Gilbert."

"I tried. I couldn't help it. You really think I was enjoying that? Did you not see me crying when he was fucking me?" Alfred whimpered, looking rather hurt. "You were supposed to be here to protect me from that shit. Hey, if you'd fucking listened to me and not beat up that one guy, you would've been here. Instead you were thrown in the hole and I got raped for 2 weeks."

Ivan slapped him, steaming with anger. "Shut the fuck up, I did you a favour. I should punish you for that, but I'm going to be generous and let it slide."

Alfred began crying after he was slapped, backing away from Ivan. He sniffled and heaved, sliding down to the floor as he sobbed. He'd spent the past 2 weeks eagerly awaiting Ivan's return, hoping he'd save him and hold him and kiss him and tell him everything would be alright...and what he got was this. Being blamed for being the helpless victim of rape. He sat there with his face buried in his knees, refusing to look up at the Russian.

"Oh shut up and stop crying," Ivan sneered as he stood over him. "Get over it. You got over me raping you didn't you?" he snorted, arms crossed. He sighed deeply, glancing over Alfred and choosing to sit beside him. "Come here."

"Yeah, but I like you. And you never made it out to seem like I was responsible for being raped." Alfred continued to sob, not budging. "It's not my fault. I tried my best to push him off, and if you don't believe me, then go to hell."

"Shut up and get over here." Ivan yanked Alfred into his arms. "I don't care if it was your fault or not, he raped you and he's going to pay." He would look past Alfred for the moment if he could just get him to stop crying. "Stop crying and let's try to enjoy me being out of solitary, hm?"

"Maybe we could have if you hadn't gotten so pissed off at me for getting raped. Now I don't want anything to do with you." Alfred snapped, struggling against the other as he cried. "To think I've been fucking begging and wishing for you to come back for the past 2 weeks only for you to come back and pull this shit. Why did I even fucking miss you? You're such an asshole!"

"Shut up," Ivan growled, holding Alfred tightly. "Just shut up and let's try to enjoy this." He was tired of screaming and being mad, now all he wanted was to hold Alfred and take a nap. "I just got back, can we stop? I know that I got angry, I shouldn't have gotten angry. Let's stop."

"Fuck you." Alfred whimpered, still crying and sniffling as he was held tightly. He tried to calm down, but he was so pissed right now with Ivan's behavior. "You were supposed to come back and comfort me you ass." He sucked down another breath, hiccuping now.

"Isn't that what I'm doing right now?" Ivan sighed deeply, rolling his eyes. "I told you to shut up. Do as you're told for once."

"You're doing a shitty job at it." Alfred whimpered, continuing to sob.

"Calm down and let me comfort you," Ivan snapped, huffing and giving Alfred a squeeze. "Let's just stop, alright? I'm tired of this. I'm back, and I'm not going to leave again. Gilbert is going to be punished and you're going to be just fine, and…" He hesitated, as if pulling his words back.

Alfred wasn't happy with Ivan, and it showed with the scowl on his face. He finally stopped talking, though only to ignore the Russian. He folded his arms over his chest, glaring at the cell wall as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

Ivan took a deep breath. "Look, I know that I was an ass. It isn't your fault. You were going through withdrawal and you are weak from being in the hospital. You're right, it wasn't your fault." He did think that Alfred could have done a little more… But that was just him.

"Damn right it wasn't." That was all Alfred said, choosing to glare at the wall than make further conversation. "Why would you even accuse me of something like that?"

"I'm angry." Ivan reached out to pull Alfred closer, sighing deeply. "I'm angry and I don't want to believe that someone took advantage of you when I wasn't here to protect you." He scooted closer and sighed deeply. "Please."

"Please what?" Alfred sighed, leaning back against Ivan. He could admit his anger was dwindling now, though he didn't forgive Ivan. He couldn't just yet. Ivan had been an asshole.

"Please don't make me sleep alone tonight." Ivan took Alfred's hand and tugged him against his chest. "Don't just leave me like this. I want to be with you. It is my first night back and I don't want this to end badly."

Alfred sighed again, though he huddled into Ivan's chest. "Nah, I wouldn't do that to you. I just...I don't understand you sometimes. For the past two weeks I've been sitting here missing you, wishing you were back here cuddling and holding and kissing me...and then you came back and yelled at me and essentially called me a whore who wanted to be raped."

"I know… And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. I was…so angry because I can't protect you." Ivan sighed deeply and pulled Alfred tight into his arms. "I want you to be safe with me and I can't always keep you safe, because I do stupid things in my anger…"

"Then you shouldn't have taken that anger out on me. That's not fair." Alfred replied, resting the side of his face on Ivan's chest. He curled up close to him.

"I know. It wasn't fair to you." Ivan stroked his hair and sighed deeply. "I shouldn't have done it and I'm sorry. And… I know now that I need to step up my game and get us out of here faster."

"Huh? Get us out of here faster? What do you mean?" Alfred perked up a little, confused. He leaned into that hand combing through his hair, enjoying the sensation. He hadn't been intimate with Ivan in 2 weeks; he'd missed his caresses.

Ivan sucked in a breath and looked away. "I'd been wanting to keep it a surprise for you… I wanted to keep it a secret. But… I think you deserve to know."

"Surprise?" Alfred opted to turn around in Ivan's lap, facing him. He pressed his lips to Ivan's, feeling the need to kiss the other. He'd really missed him these past few weeks. "What sort of surprise?"

The Russian glanced around and bit his lip. "Well… You see, I have this plan."