A Little Lethal
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"I think you're a little lethal." He laughed, trying to stop the trembling of his body.
"Little? I think I proved the contrary just minutes ago." The gruff voice beside him replied, the man's deep timbre sending even more shivers throughout his being.
He shifted closer and ran his hands down the man's chest, "Show me again."
He was sure he sounded needy.
But he couldn't find it in himself to care.
Not with him beside.
In the darkness of the prison cell, where no one came, where everything was silent, where he was free, this man had made him feel something he had never known he wanted to.
But he wouldn't unfeel it even if it cost him his life.
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A prison, two prisoners, a supposed crime and some crackling chemistry.
What could possibly go wrong?
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