+| The Warden |+ [mxb]

The Warden +| Four |+

+| Cory Ryan |+

My brain couldn't process the fact that I'd just been spoken to. My mouth opened and closed like a stupid fucking fish and all I could stutter out was a confused "w-what?"

"You're in the library," Jackson looked amused, "not many people come in here."

"Oh." Was all I could say.

"What are you reading?" He casually walked up to me, his head tilted.

"Uh..." I showed him the cover of the book.

"You're into literature like that?" His green eyes shone with amusement.

It was then that I realized that I was holding 'Romeo and Juliet' and I blushed even harder. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.

"Uh," my voice embarrassingly cracked, "y-yeah. It's a classic."

I could tell that my embarrassed chuckle only seemed to further amuse the gorgeous man, and he crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest. I could see the muscles under his shirt flex and ripple as he moved. Yum.

"Indeed."

"Yup," I chuckled again and cursed myself for being so awkward. Kill me.

"Enjoy your reading."

"Thanks."

With that, he swiftly walked off. Damn, his ass is nice, I thought to myself, blushing.

I quickly scribbled my name onto the paper that was on the librarian's desk (though there was no librarian). I also wrote the name of the book, and skadoodled (yes, skadoodled) out of the room before I was caught by the sexy man again.

"COOOORYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!" Peter launched himself at me in the hallway, "where were you? Raiden and I were worried about you! I thought maybe you'd gotten massacred in the bathroom! Wouldn't be the first time."

"I wasn't particularly worried," Raiden glared at me.

I tried not to take the glare wrong, since Raiden had a resting bitch face, but it still unsettled me. His eyes held a hidden darkness in them, and it made me tense with anxiety. I wasn't exactly sure what set him off from others, but I'd probably figure it out. He did seem to really like Peter, though, so that was a plus.

"Hurry up! It's dinner time, and usually, the first batch of food is the best! I think the workers get lazy when they have to make the same shit over and over for hundreds of prisoners, so hurry your ass up!" Peter yanked my arm and pulled me behind him, Raiden followed closely behind us, glaring at everyone who passed. People stayed pretty far away from us with Raiden around, so I wasn't complaining.

Peter was harmless my ass.

We had quickly finished dinner and waited for the bathrooms to clear so we could take a shower. Besides a flimsy see-through curtain between each shower stall, there was nothing for privacy, so Peter, Raiden and I decided we'd wait for the showers to empty out.

I had forgotten to grab clothes to change into when I showered, so I rushed back to my cell to grab a spare change. When I returned back to the showers, my eyeballs were assaulted by the vision of Peter and Raiden naked and humping each other. Peter's small body was being pressed against the wall, and Raiden had a large hand covering Peter's neck, the other trailed his chest. Raiden was practically eating Peter's face off, and I feared for the boy's life.

That didn't stop me from making a beeline for the exit though.

That was unexpected as hell.

Wig? Snatched.

Mind? Blown.

Ass? Empty.

I blinked a few times in surprise, dramatically clutching my chest. What the fuck was that???

It took a few moments for Peter to find me outside of the bathrooms, and he shyly told me that I could go back in without being eye-assaulted again.

"What the fuck even was that, Petey?" I asked, my wig still snatched.

"Um..." He just blushed and rushed to his shower, yanking the curtain so that I couldn't see him anymore.

I looked towards Raiden, and immediately looked away from the death glare he was giving me. Evidently he didn't like being interrupted, but I couldn't blame him. I'd accidentally caused him to have blue balls when I walked in on them humping.

Not my fault though.

I showered quickly and immediately left the bathroom, not wanting to stay in that awkward room any longer. They'd probably fuck when I left.

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+| Raiden Sanchez |+

I had never wanted anything more in my life than I wanted Peter.

It had barely been a day and I already wanted to claim him as mine. His soft doe-like brown eyes, and his honey blonde hair made me extremely possessive of him. He was so sweet and soft, and I just wanted to protect him.

It was probably a good thing that the little fucker Cory walked in on us when he did, or else I might have jumped cute little Peter.

Cory had quickly showered and left the bathrooms, probably because he was embarrassed and didn't want to witness anything. I knew nobody else would enter the bathroom until I left, so I slyly made my way to Peter's stall and opened the curtain. Behind it stood a glorious Peter.

He was fully nude and his skin was pale and perfect. He had slight imperfections, like a scar every now and then, but he was beautiful nonetheless. I had more than just a few scars myself. Water dripped off of his slim body and I could immediately feel myself becoming aroused.

Not a good time for that.

Little Peter turned around in surprise at my sudden intrusion, but relaxed when he saw that it was me. A cute little blush filled his cheeks.

"Wash my back for me?"

I quietly obliged, grabbing the bar of soap and started gliding my hands along his smooth back, soaping his skin up. He relaxed to my touch, and I allowed myself to slip my hands a bit lower to his ass. I squeezed, soliciting a soft moan from the boy.

"You like that baby?" I squeezed his soft bottom again and he whined softly, nodding his head. I gave the soft flesh of his ass a firm slap and he gasped, "verbal answer."

"Y-yes!" He squeaked, moaning again when I kneaded his soft globes in my hands.

"Good boy."

He shuddered in my grasp.

"You know what good boys get?" I asked, nibbling his earlobe.

He whined again, pushing back his hips so that his ass met my hard dick. What a tease.

"W-what?"

I rutted roughly against him, giving his ass one last hard squeeze before turning him around. His eyes were clouded with lust, and I wrapped my hand firmly around the slender column of his neck. He whined softly again, and I leaned forward to whisper against his lips;

"Good boys get rewarded."