X-men smut

night shift

hey its me Cody again. okay so wattpad fucked up and so we had to upload the second half here because the length was too long- hehe thats what she said. but anyway this is still part one we just had to cut it in half. anyway enjoy the second half!

"Hands off inmate!" Peter's voice heightened in pitch, the sternness of his tone rolling off his tongue as he threatened to push their body off him. The two men didn't seem to flinch at all, continuing their possessive actions on the silver haired boy, deeply disturbing the guard as they continued to touch his body.

"Hey! Fuck face!" Hank spat, taking his attention off the shower and walking towards the hassle, pulling one of the guys away from Peter before punching him in the face, he kneed him in the stomach before pushing him to the ground. He glared at the other guy who now had his hands off of Peter. He grabbed him by the wrist and bent his arm behind his back, a loud crack was heard all through the bathroom. Peter stood there, unable to move trying to assess the whole situation as the man screamed. Hank pushed him to the ground looking up at Peter, calming down a little. He walked towards Peter leaning in to whisper in his ear as the guard stood protective and broad.

"Are you alright?" He whispered waiting for Peter's response.

"Yes, I'm fine now." Peter answered, looking down at the floor and brushing off the droplets of water stuck to his uniform.

"How long has this been happening?" Hank asks backing up a little.

"Since I started working here I guess..." Peter replied, fixing up his shirt.

"I have an idea but I need your cooperation, okay?" Hank says quietly, making sure other inmates don't hear him. Peter could only nod, accepting his offer despite his higher authority. Without warning, Hank turned around.

"I want to make this perfectly clear to everyone! Do not touch him! He's mine! My bitch!, You hear me?, My bitch!, And if anyone touches him, you will end up like these pricks!" Hank announced, looking back at Peter with his usual smirk. He winked before retrieving his white linen towel, wrapping it around his waist before leaving and heading towards the change rooms.

That night, Peter was on the night shift, even though he needed to sleep after taking the duty on shower patrol. He walked down the hallway and past the rows of fenced cells, checking to make sure all the inmates were asleep. He started to envy the sleeping prisoners as he walked past their cells with his torch, eyeing them carefully as he watched one by one as the sound of the prisoners snoring, the rustling sleeping positions and sleep talk helped break the tension of the silence in the prison.

Despite his duty as a guard, it was prohibited that he would sleep or do any inappropriate actions on duty while watching the prisoners. He wasn't the type to sleep during his shift, but today, after the new inmates found their new cells and he met Hank would had got on his nerves earlier, today was in need of a little rest.

Finding a random cell to settle his back on, Peter flicked off his torch, letting the pure moonlight slip through the fenced windows of the cells to illuminate the hallways as he leaned against one of the cell bars. Taking his cap off and sighing deeply, he leaned the back of his head against the soothing cold bars, closing his eyes to try and get a decent hour of rest. He knew this was prohibited but he needed sleep. He leaned there for a few minutes feeling somewhat calm.

He gasped when he felt a pair of hands on his waist, suddenly feeling more alert. He stood there unable to move, waiting for it to be over.

"Hey bitch." He heard a familiar voice whisper in his ear.

"H-Hank?" Peter whisper shouted, feeling the hands on his hips travel further down to his abdomen.

"Shhh, if anyone else hears you, you'll regret it," Hank whispered, his hands going to Peter's crotch. "You're a guard bitch, remember that."