Us Monsters (Wip)

•Chapter 7•

Warning: smut
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Throught his work shift, Lafayette notices the guard from yesterday out of the corner of his eye. He's almost always staring in his direction, raising the frenchman's suspicions.

He tries to ignore it, but after a few hours it was getting hard to focus on anything but the man's watchful gaze.

Hercules really isn't trying to stare. He just cant help it. Its strange, but something about that inmate seems to draw the man in.

Its more than just his looks though.

He seems different from the others. Quieter, but in a strange sense. Hercules is sure that under all that fear theres a whole lot of personality.

More than anything in the world, Hercules wishes that he could get the chance to meet the man. Truely meet him. Get to know what he was like before he was forced in this cage.

No. He has to stop staring. The man isn't someone special, just another inmate he has to watch...right?

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John is once again struggling through his work. He tries to be independent of his boyfriend, not wanting the man to have to pick up his slack.

"Jackie." He hears, the familiar nickname making the man smile. Turning around, hes greeted by his sweet boyfriend.

"Hey you." He whispers, his smie making the carriebans heart flutter.

"I got something to show you." The man says excitedly, taking John's hand and leading him away from the shelves.

"Where are we going?" John asks, chuckling at how excited the small man seems about whatever it is he found.

"Okay. Ready?" He asks, stopping them. John nods, curious.

Alexander smiles, before opening the closet door behind them and walking in.

Inside is a small, filled room. Theres plastic shelves stocked with cleaning material, and a very small lamp hanging from the ceiling.

"I dont get it..." The southerner mumbles as he follows the other man into the closet.

"Jackie. No one knows about this closet except for the cleaning crew, and they wont be here for at least an hour or two. Which means..." his voice trailing off.

"You really did find something special." John mumbles, chuckling a bit. 

Alexander starts to respond, but is cut off by a soft pair of lips connecting with his.

The carribean can feel himself smile into the kiss, his heart melting at the feeling of John's familiar arms wrapping around his body.

John slowly leans further into the kiss, before being gently pushed to the ground.

He smiles despite the pain in his chest. 

The brunette sits down on his lap, his hands pulling the man into a passionate kiss.

The southerner's hands slowly find their way to the bottom of his lovers arched back.

Slowly, Alexander pulls away from the kiss, making the other man tilt his head, confused as to why they stopped. 

"Take off your shirt." He says, leaning down so his breath tickles the man's freckled neck.

John starts to do as asked, before a sharp pain makes him freeze, his arms refusing to lift any higher.

"Here, sweetheart." The man in his lap says, pecking his cheek before helping him lift the shirt off his torso.

What was underneath makes the carribean a bit sad, if hes being honest. His sweet lover is wrapped up, and covered in dark painfully obvious bruises.