+| 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 cooks get lazy after the first batch!" 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, milky-translucent 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 for after I showered, so I rushed back to my cell to grab a spare change. When I returned to the showers, my eyeballs were assaulted by the vision of Peter and Raiden naked and humping each other (or Peter being murdered). 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.

Hotel? Trivago.

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 can still see you, dumbass. What a freaky little man...

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.

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.

I placed a gentle hand on his upper left arm and slid it slowly down to his wrist, keeping my eyes on his. I held up his wrist, my eyes flicked to the pale skin that was marred with an ugly, dark scar running down the length of his inner forearm. Nobody would think to question his constant baggy long-sleeved shirts, and nobody would care to watch him so carefully. But I would.

When I glimpsed the scar, I immediately needed to know who hurt him.

"What's this from?" I asked, my eyes flicking back up to his widening eyes.

He pursed his lips and grimaced, his eyes moving downwards in shame. I gently grabbed his chin and pulled his face back to face me, in my other hand I gently rubbed the scar with my thumb as I held his arm.

"I... I did it to myself," His eyes shone with an emotion that could only be described as broken.

I kept my eyes on his, watching his face grow pained as he kept trying to avoid my gaze.

"I-It happened a long time ago," He stammered softly, "It never healed well."

I didn't believe that he was the one who inflicted the injury upon himself, but I stayed quiet. He'd open up to me when he was ready.

"I see," I said tenderly, bringing his wrist to my mouth and placing a gentle kiss on it before releasing him and stepping back. "Would you mind washing my back for me, love?"