Thomas Sanders, a new kid to the asylum at the ripe age of nineteen due to his claims of seeing ghosts.
There he meets an Italian Mob Boss with homicidal tendencies, Spanish twins - one who has intrusive thoughts and the other a prostitute both thie...
Warning: Jeffery Dahmer is mentioned, mention of murder, cannibalism, sex offence (Dahmer not sides), s*x is said, sexual comments, f*cking/ed, b*st*rds, bad Spanish b*tch, f*cked.
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Logan took a shaky breath. He hadn't thought of his family since that night and it's not like he regretted it, but sometimes he was haunted by it. Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he took an alternate route.
The door opened and Remus strolled in, swirling a key around his index finger. He leaned his back on the door and smirked seductively.
"Hey nerd! Heater in my cell is broke, so I guess you'll have too..." His voice went deep, "warm me up?"
Logan smiled sadly, "how are you here?"
"Nobody besides you and me know." Remus smiled, walking in and closing the door, leaving it open slightly so he could leave later.
He sat next to Logan on the bed, and Logan looked to him, shoulders slumped, "well did you tell him?"
Remus shook his head, "no." He lied, "it's your story to tell."
Logan frowned, "he'll hate me when he finds out."
"No he won't. He knows we all did bad things, your's is just a little more..." Remus trailer off, thinking of the right word.
"Jeffery Dahmer-y?" Logan finished, looking down.
Remus frowned, "murder and cannibalism, yes. But, you're not a sex offender and it was drunk teenagers of all genders. Of all color and all sexualities. You never promised money or sex, you-"
"I kidnapped them, experimented on them and usually ate them afterwards. I think I'm worse then Dahmer." Logan scoffed.
"Well you never had sex with the bodies." Remus offered.
Logan looked at him, "don't you like Jeffery Dahmer?"
"I find him fascinating." Remus corrected, "I like you."
Logan looked at him, "Remus-" His eyes widened.
Remus' lips were on his lips. Remus was kissing him. He could feel his moustache tickling his upper lip, his nose gently pressing against the side of his nose, he could taste pickles on his tongue and lips and- he was kissing back.
Logan was kissing Remus back.
The cannibal wrapped his arms around Remus neck, allowing Remus to lay him on his back, but he pulled back, "Remus-"
"I'm sorry." Remus apologized, hovering over Logan, "I shouldn't have kissed you."
Logan pulled him down again, gently kissing his lips before pulling away, "don't apologize, it's just..."
"Just?"
"I don't want us to be like Virgil and Roman. I can't let you be used against me. I'll hurt you..." Logan frowned, making Remus sigh sadly and lay on top of him, nuzzling his face into Logan's neck.
