Condemned Solidarity [Rin&StainedCrimson]

[StainedCrimson]

When the other comes up to him at breakfast, Takara is a bit surprised that Leolin had listened to his instruction. That surprise fades to sighs at how the other addresses him. While 'Jewels' is a name he's known by in the jail, it is certainly not the one that carries the most respect or weight. Still, if it becomes an issue then the raven-haired male will be the one to learn from it, not the whitette. After all, as an Elite his reputation and standing is solid and not at risk.

 

Hearing the other speak, he forces himself to keep a blank face and struggles to not laugh. Seriously? Had the other said

as your partner in the sense of the on-going protection system

?

 

Its clear the others also struggle or don't care and laugh at the phrasing, though the one that had gone after Leolin the other night is scowling and has a fist clenched. Takara, knowing that the other might be an issue, had purposefully sat to where he could the other male in sight. After a moment's pause, convinced that for the moment the other isn't going to lash out, responds to smaller male. "I see. You ask knowing what is expected correct? My protection is not free, and with the... reputation you've accumulated it means the "payment" is going to be higher."

 

Honestly that doesn't bother him at all, access to sex whenever he wants it from a regular source suits him, but at the same time the cost for how the other has failed to fit in is going to be felt for some time. Which means that not only does Takara have to take the other here and now to solidify their agreement in a way the others will accept, but he'll have to do so several times over the next few days to reinforce his claim so to speak.

 

Refocusing on the present, he tilts his head then nods slightly at the other. "If you understand and accept, then you know what comes next." His eyes flicker to Leolin's pants then the table, quickly and easily missed, but should be understandable to the other male. Once the message is understood and being carried out, Takara stands to get behind the undressing male.

 

As the clothing slides to the floor, the room silent minus some murmurings wondering if the raven will actually go through with it, the other elite finally slams his hand down and stands face flushed and veins pulsing. "He's mine Dulhan! I've already laid claim to the little shit!" Getting up he moves to go near Takara who watches impassively before shrugging.

 

"Apparently not no one else knew, and he's now mine." The words are said simply, factually, and calmly which only seems to enrage the other more. Enough to where he lunges with a roar. Takara sighs but shifts and within the blink of an eye has one of the other's arms caught and smashes the elbow with his own. A wet crunching sound is heard followed by another as Takara's leg snaps out and takes out a knee next.

 

The other is soon on the floor writhing and yelling in pain. Without so much as another glance at the fallen male, he turns back to Leolin and makes sure he is in position before undoing his own pants with one hand while the other reaches into his pocket. Inside the pocket is a condom and a packet of lube. The condom is pulled out and put on before the lube is emptied on to his fingers. The click fingers slide between the other's cheeks to lightly press against the hidden wrinkled hole. Given the situation and circumstance he can't give the other too much preparation or time to relax.

 

His fingers lightly, but firmly press against the opening to spread the slick then one eases in. Low enough for just the male beneath him to hear, and without seeming to move his lips, he speaks to the other. "Try to relax and breathe." Without any further warning or instructions, he begins to move his finger and soon adds another, then a third. He's tight. Either been a long time or never been with a man. The feeling of the tight slick heat naturally gets Takara into the mood and soon he's wiping the remaining lube on his sheathed cock before lining up. "Now, breathe and push out."

 

As the words are said he pushes into the other, a low hiss is let out as he firmly forces his way in to the the tight opening until bottomed out. He takes a small breath to recenter himself and not just take the other like a sex-crazed animal. After a moment he begins to move and while fast it isn't brutal or rough, but efficient. Still, Takara is still a man and eventually speeds up as the heat and friction gets him closer to the end. Finally he jerks and begins to fill the condom, but before fully spent he pulls out and removes the condom to finish off on the other's skin.

 

With a long, slow breath out, he closes his eyes briefly before looking down at Leolin. "You're now mine. Let me know if there are any..." Takara's gaze passes over the still fallen elite and the rest of the room before resettling on the used male. "disputes." Tucking himself away he then sits down and tilts his head as he regards Leolin. "If you're hungry you're welcome to join me." He states the offer, though it could also be taken as a dismissal to leave should the act and attention be unbearable and space is needed.

[♠[Rin]♠]

Leolin was fine with ignoring the mixture of confusion and chuckling coming from the other inmates as he waited for his puppy to answer. As Takara‘s reply turned out positive, a little bit of weight was taken off the noble‘s shoulders, however the upcoming ‚cost‘ did indeed make his chest tighten. He played it cool quite well, after all half of his original job was about wearing a pokerface. Who would have thought that that would come in handy in prison someday?

Takara gestured his instructions with mere nods of his head and Leolin would lie if he claimed he didn‘t understand. His fingers briefly clenched the frame of the tray in his hands, though he complied soon enough to prevent attracting attention. Setting the tray down on the table, Leolin unbuttoned his trousers, and obviously the inmate who had originally tried to claim him was no done with the show. He started a fight with Takara, who responded calmly and matter-of-factly, however the moment the other started to get physical, it only took a second for the whitette to send him to the floor. Yes, his puppy was surely not to be underestimated. Five years of workout had indeed done their job well.

 

Leolin sighed silently to himself and proceeded to undo his trousers and also slip out of his underwear. He set his hands on the table and counted to ten inside his head to get rid of the pain of pieces of his pride and dignity falling apart. The moment Takara whispered into his ear, the raven simply mouthed a ‚You…!‘ before he felt the foreign touch on his entrance.

Just don‘t think about the others, Leolin told himself, closing his eyes as he let his puppy proceed. Relaxation was a simple thing to say as he could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on him, however he remained and breathed steadily to at least relax his muscles. It went fine during the preparation, though the moment he could feel his puppy inside him, he tensed up again. Biting his bottom lip, he swallowed the pressing pain inside his abdomen. The moment of adjusting was appreciated, but the oxygen was pressed out of his lungs at the first thrust again. The more time passed, the weaker Leolin felt and he had to shift his right hand a little more to the middle to keep himself up. At some point he couldn‘t keep his eyes closed as well and had to at last look down onto the tabletop.

 

The pain numbed with time and despite his own expectation Leolin could feel that lust indeed occupied him as well, forcing a low moan out of his throat, however it was unforunately too little to catch up with Takara‘s speed. While before he had thought that a minute felt like eternity, he could suddenly feel his puppy climaxing in the condom, pulling out and also a small amount of sperm on his back.

Leolin straightened his back with more effort than he would like to admit. Upon hearing the taller male‘s words, he smiled bitterly and swallowed the sarcastic ‚Thank you so much‘ that was urging to get out of his mouth. He grabbed the handkerchief off his tray and wiped off the remaining sperm on his lower back, before he pulling his underwear and trousers back up and adjusting his shirt. There was still a red shade to his cheeks, which he successfully ignored.

 

The cold gaze of Leolin skipped over to his puppy. Joining him to eat? Ah, he wasn‘t really hungry anymore, but he knew exactly what impression a withdrawal would leave for the other inmates. Aside from that, at this point his legs felt a little like rubber and he didn‘t think they were capable of carrying him flawlessly out of this enormous cafeteria.

 

Thus, the Scot smiled down towards the sitting elite. „Aye, why not?“ Taking the seat on the bench right next to the whitette, intentionally close enough for their shoulders to touch in the motion, Leolin pulled his tray back towards himself. Sitting did give him a sting in the abdomen, which was ignored. It was not entirely Takara‘s fault, he had done most of this to himself. So, he opened the yogurt and started to stir it with the plastic spoon provided. As he gently pressed his fingers against the tea cup, he noticed that it was already cold and left it be with disappointment glistening in his golden eyes.

 

Now that he finally had his puppy‘s attention, there were nine and a half weeks left to intensify the bonding. Considering the information about Takara he already had, the whitette was erratic to a certain extent, while on the other hand he cared for his routines. Manipulating him hadn‘t worked, but maybe the killing with kindness method would. At some point his puppy would have to follow if he cared for survival, but Leolin wasn‘t a violent person, therefore he would like to avoid that.

He was halfway through his yogurt when he felt a pair of eyes staring at him. Leolin rose his gaze and met the intriguing brown eyes of Gabriel two rows away. He could clearly see some kind of bitter realisation in the Italian‘s face, whereat the Scot couldn‘t help but smile and wave his hand. Gabriel flinched, obviously taken aback by the seemingly normal reaction, though instead of returning it, he left his food, stood up and left the cafeteria. Leolin went back to his small breakfast. Honestly, this place was filled with idiots.

[StainedCrimson]

Takara raises an eyebrow at the good sense the other shows by staying to eat with him, and sitting close. Though the contact is questionable, but at least it's not on the larger male's lap as that would be a step too far. For now anyway. Once the 'show' is done the guards come to take the now, thankfully, passed out male to the infirmary to be tended to though the damage is severe enough to where use of the arm and leg will never be the same.

 

Ignoring that, he does take note of the small exchange between Leolin and the other inmate and files it away for later. Seeing the other's reaction to the now cold tea, Takara snorts and motions at someone. "Here. Provided you eat with me at meals you can have hot tea, at the least. It's little better than shit to be honest, but at least it's hot." For a time he had had a connection in the jail that had gotten him set up with decent tea, but then had gotten killed in a fight that had broken out. That loss had put him in a bad mood for several days.

 

Leolin's cup is soon replaced with a hot cup and Takara's own is refilled as he continues eating his breakfast. Once done, he glances over at the other before standing. "I will see you later." With a last look over the crowd, he leaves to go about his day, starting with some exercise. The short and quick fuck helped with cementing his claim over the raven, but had done little to actually make him feel satisfied. In all honesty the whitette could have gone at least another round or two, but knows it's unlikely that the smaller malehas the stamina to keep up with him. As such he has to burn the energy elsewhere or find one of the jail whores to use.

 

Just the thought of being that desperate causes him to frown in distaste. He isn't one to share at the best of times, but in a place like the jail he sure as hell isn't going to share and risk getting what some of the others have. Once outside he grabs some weights and begins to run laps. By this point his high stamina has only increased so it takes almost two hours before he burns enough energy to take the edge off of his rekindled libido. Returning the weights to where they belong, he rolls his shoulders before going in to head to the shower room to finally clean up before going to the library to enjoy some quiet time before lunch.

 

As the hot water falls on him, he sighs and tilts his head back to let the water flow along his body to wash away the tension, sweat, and grime. Idly he thinks the only thing that could make the shower better is a blowjob, but shrugs the thought away as he lathers up his cloth and begins to scrub himself down. Once clean and rinsed off, he swiftly dries off and gets dressed. In the library he goes to his little nook and settle down with a book. However, it sits unopened as he begins thinking of the potential problems he's going to have to deal with in order to get Leolin at least somewhat in the pecking order.

 

Public sex at least twice a day, most likely for at least the next two or three days at a minimum. Having him eat at least one meal a day with me... After that regular real or implied sex will have to happen for at least a week. Good thing Takara has his own cell and set times where people leave him alone. Though having the raven-haired male agree to doing small extra things to look like he's trying to stay in Takara's good graces may be challenging. Things like giving massages or water after working out, doing small errands, finding out and relaying useful information, or offering sexual favors on his own. The last one makes him snort aloud.

 

Somehow he can't imagine the other willingly or eagerly offering to give a blowjob or sex, particularly in front of the other inmates. Oh, today showed that Leolin is willing to subject himself as necessary, but Takara is under no illusion that he enjoyed it or would willingly be doing such if he had other options.

[♠[Rin]♠]

The Scot was indeed surprised when he was given a hot tea. With a satisfied smile, he turned his head to the whitette. „Thank you.“ It rose his mood more than anything else for some reason.

Takara finished his meal quicker than Leolin and left earlier therefore. „See you,“ was the grinned answer he received upon leaving. Leolin spent another few minutes on his tea and yogurt, restoring his energy, before he left as well, leaving the salad untouched given that he hadn‘t actually been hungry.

 

The first thing he did afterwards was taking a shower. The lube was hard to get rid of and it took him some time to wash off the remains, his shame and the broken pieces of his pride. Although finishing, the raven remained under the warm water jet. A sigh passed his lips. Unknowingly, his puppy had urged a new problem to occur. If he wasn‘t mistaken, at least a few people would recognize him from the ‚show‘ today and that was something he highly disdained. He was still the right-hand of his boss, who was indeed well-known among the public, and he had also gone to gala evenings or other events so he wasn‘t invisible to the media either. It was only due to his idea of choosing an American puppy that nobody in here hadn‘t recognized him yet, after all America was quite the closed country and they couldn‘t care less about people of the UK. However, if nosy people like Gabriel were to leave the prison and accidently watch English TV or read an English article which included a picture of him and his boss, Gabriel might or might not have the guts to act.

 

That guy fled from a prison! He killed two people there too!

 

Dissatisfied about the possibility of such an issue arising, Leolin drove his fingers through his raven hair. What was there to do? Blow this entire thing up? Frankly speaking, it would bring some satisfaction.

The Scot left the showers, dried his hair and body and slid into the spare uniform from his cell after he had brought the original one to the washing room. Going back to his cell, he let time fly by as he read a borrowed book. As the evening arrived, he was startled by a clicking sound against his window. When he rose his gaze, there was nobody else but a certain hawk sitting on the ceiling outside with a small bag around its neck. The sight of the animal put Leolin into a decent mood immediately. He laid the book aside, opened the window and scratched the hawk‘s head in an affectionate manner. „Good girl. You can‘t wait to go home too, now can you?“ He undid the mini-sized bag, opened it and held a memory card in his hand. Really? Work from prison? His boss was insane.

 

„Thank you,“ he once more said to the hawk and carressed its neck. Returning the bag to it and closing the window, the bird spread its wings and flew away. Leolin‘s eyes fell back down onto the memory card. What on earth was on there? The usual paperwork? As far as he knew, electronic memory devices were indeed allowed as a source of keeping self-written documents, but must only be used on the prison library computers, whereat specific programs would surely check the information on them, though he didn‘t doubt his boss‘ intelligence. There was surely an anti-spying program on it.

 

Leolin sighed to himelf and left his cell, taking the book with him while he was at it. He entered the library on a safe path, much to his pleasure. A few other inmates were still here to read, work or study. He walked over to an empty computer, set the book down on the table and turned the device on. As he waited for it to load and prepare the software, the Scot noticed a mob of white hair. His gaze turned to the left and he spotted his puppy in a quite hidden place. Cute, he thought to himself. Shutting himself in like a cat during a thunderstorm.

Seeing as his puppy looked busy, he decided against going on his nerves for once. Instead, Leolin put the memory card into the driver and waited for the computer to install it. A program started, as he had thought, and he could see how windows opened and closed without touching anything. As soon as it was finally done, a window popped up with a folder on it. He clicked on it and it revealed a word document, which was opened. The content contained two complete files, two of a pile he could remember leaving on his desk in his office in London before he had come to this prison.

 

Oh well… on to work, he mumbled in his head. However, he couldn‘t help but notice being watched after some time as he was typing in the word document and editing the file information. When he looked up, he met the eyes of James. Oh, him now too? However, compared to Gabriel, the American instantly turned away and left. Leolin crossed his arms on the table, his eyebrows narrowed in annoyance.

[StainedCrimson]

After some time passes, and eventually reading the book in his lap, Takara stretches with a low hum while some joints pop and crack after having been in one position for so long. Standing up he decides to go for a walk and get a feel for how today's "show" had been taken. Speak of the devil... He thinks to himself as he spots the man that has been a thorn in his side since his arrival.

 

Just as he's about to leave without bothering Leolin, he notices the exchange between the blonde and the raven. Tilting his head, the Japanese taps a finger against his thigh before going over and placing a hand on the smaller male's shoulder. "Is there something between you two I should be aware of?" He asks simply while watching as James scurries off and out of the library. Glancing down at the other, his head tilts slightly, as if in thought, before speaking. "We have some things to discuss. Meet me outside in an hour."

 

Without waiting for confirmation or any kind of reply, Takara turns and leaves the library himself. He has much to do and learn in order to prepare for potential issues that are most certainly going to arise. Going around he talks briefly with, or receives a note, stating what is going on and reaction to the display earlier. The vast majority has accepted the claiming, but are confused as well. The other elites mostly don't care, or at least not enough to act on it. However, there is still discontent with enough to where it solidifies his decision to follow through with what he had been thinking on.

 

Come time, the whitette goes outside and sits at a table off to one side, cheek resting in his hand while waiting for the other to show. Once the troublesome male shows, he waves at an open spot for the other to take a seat. "As I'm sure you've noticed by now, many are still watching you and are either unconvinced that you mean to honor the deal struck, or that you've pissed them off enough to where it's not enough." He states bluntly, all the while looking bored and not raising his head from his hand. "That means we'll have to have sex in view at least twice a day for awhile, as well as have you being seen doing tasks for me such as fetching things, relaying messages, giving massages, so on and so forth."

 

His other hand is waved in a blase manner. "Things should die down after a few days, no more than a week if we do that. Granted we'll still be having sex, but at least it won't have to be so public at that point." Despite the nonchalance being displayed, the raven is being closely watched for any tells or signs o revolt. If Leolin refuses or fights him publicly then the whole thing falls apart, and Takara can't and won't do anything to save the other from the backlash.

 

After some silence the main question is posed. "Is that going to be a problem for you?" It's almost laughable that the question is even asked, but the answer to it will decide just how things fall into place from this point onward.

[♠[Rin]♠]

Focussed on the situation, Leolin almost flinches upon feeling a hand on his shoulder, but was quick to swallow his surprise when the voice speaking to him was identified as his pet‘s. The raven looked up towards the whitette and shook his head. „Nothing.“ Yes, Gabriel and James were nothing. Nobody woud believe them if they decided to spill information. It would be a waste to get rid of them just because they were stupid.

Takara told him to meet him in an hour and left. Leolin sighed to himself in annoyance silently, going back to work. The day was slowly going to an end. Whatever it was that had to be discussed, it was probably about the deal.

As soon as the doors shut close behind the elite, he could feel a few pairs of eyes on him again. Apparently, the crowd wasn‘t exactly satisfied with the spectactle from before, which was highly tedious. There was no time to care about other people‘s opinion.

That one hour went by fast as he continued to work on the paper. When the meeting time arrived, Leolin disconnected the USB from the computer and shut it down. He walked to the cafeteria, pushing open one side of the double door softly. His gaze drifted around while he stepped inside the hall, though he was quick to spot a certain white-haired person waving him over. The table was pretty far away from the center, thus providing space to talk privately.

 

Leolin appraoched the table and sat down in front of his pet, who looked languid. It was nothing far away from his usual appearance, so there was little to worry about. Before he had caused Takara to go into this particular prison he hadn‘t met him, thus he hadn‘t known what his personality was like until the very moment of their first encounter. He hadn‘t felt the need to, after all Takara was supposed to be a tool, a weapon, a secret; and personality surely changed in a place such as jail. No matter what Takara had been like before or what feelings he carred deep inside for nobody to see, the way he was now was fine. His pet would need a bit of molding, but otherwise he was of great use.

Leolin‘s expression was quite blank as well, almost neutral, with a little bit of curiosity glistening in his bright hazel eyes. He didn‘t even need to say anything, Takara started to talk by himself.

 

The raven listened closely, even if it didn‘t entirely look like it. His eyes were glued onto his pet like a cat‘s to a mouse, and as soon as the other had finished, Leolin couldn‘t help but smile a little amused. He wasn‘t laughing at Takara, no, he just now realized that he had briefly forgotten where exactly he was. Prison was life. Prison was timeless. The way Takara talked, his little speech sounded like he had studied the system as a subject in school or something. It was obvious that he would know all these things, but it was also cute to see how devoted he was to it. While Leolin had been planning for what would happen the next six months, Takara had planned out the next few days and stuck to the idea of what life was like in here.

 

Ah, giving massages? Fetching things? He wasn‘t exactly good at such things, but there was no way around it now. He had agreed to a deal and business was business.

The main question followed right after a short pause. For his pet, this was normal talk, he guessed.

 

Leolin set his hands on the table and intertwined his fingers out of habit. „No, it‘s not.“ The confidence in his voice was very much fake, after all he really didn‘t want to perform intercourse publicly again. The next few days were going to be hard, though not unbearable.

 

„Anything else I ought to do for you?“

 

His smile became a little bitter as he said that. It was clear that he was reliable and stubborn and that he wasn‘t going to resist despite the fact that he didn‘t like it - and honestly… he couldn‘t wait for their roles to be reversed. Was he going to make his pet suffer for this later? Maybe. Would it be fair? No. Did he care? Capital No.

 

 

 

Guess who's back, haha.

 

[StainedCrimson]

When the other sits down and listens, Takara watches for any sign of discontent and sees it readily enough; particularly at the end in the bitterness. " Yes, make sure to let me know immediately of any issues or problems. My protection will save you from a lot, but it's not going to make you untouchable." He states simply without doing much more than give a slow blink unconcerned by the other's bitterness. It is of no fault of his that the other has managed to get himself into this situation and now has to reap what he's sown.

 

Briefly his gaze drifts out to the main area where the others seem to be going about their meals, others blatantly trying to eavesdrop, and yet others genuinely not caring. "I suppose for now it would be best for us to eat." Tilting his head to one slightly, he refocuses on Leolin. "Go ahead and get that for us will you?"

 

Honestly this is starting to amuse the whitette a bit, watching the proud male start to crack and show more emotion. Perhaps he should have done this sooner, but if he had then the reactions he's getting now might not have come out. Absently a finger begins to tap on the top of the table as he starts to get lost in his thoughts a little bit. This time though it's on the more real issue of the raven-headed male just not doing anything to acclimate. If he could at least make the barest of efforts then things would go much easier. For the both of them.

 

Letting out a long breath out of his nose, he returns his attention to the room to take note of where the other is and what individuals seem to be taking too much interest. He may have to get some of his own to start passing some hints along. And I need to think of the next way we're going to give a "show". The same way would work, but won't be drive home the point. A frown briefly appears on his face before a thoughtful looks replaces it, then followed by a slight nod as he decides his next course of action.

 

Feeling as though the smaller male is taking awhile, Takara finally straightens up and shifts to turn and actively look for the other.

 

 

Welcome back.

 

[♠[Rin]♠]

There was hardly a break in between Takara‘s answer and Leolin‘s response. „Yeah, I know.“ There was no sense in denying that he was untouchable but he still liked to believe it. Aside from that, protection - as far as it was possible - was a greatly welcomed piece of the deal. It was the second main piece, to be precise. And he was going to take advantage of that. The idea of burning this place down was still very much in the back of his head and it was tempting, very tempting, but too far in the future to be worth his time thinking about an actual plan.

His pet‘s gaze moved around in the room for a moment, unnoticeable for anyone else not sitting close by, until he voiced suggestion to eat - it wasn‘t exactly a suggestion, it was more of a decision on his part and Leolin knew he would be drawn into that to a certain extent. At last he was tasked to get the meals.

 

„Sure.“ Ah, he had never been so good at fetching items, things, et cetera. Trays weren‘t a big problem, they were easy to hold in one hand and food never was pariticuarly heavy.

Leolin stood up from the table and made his way over to the counter connecting the kitchen and the cafeteria. He got two trays and filled Takara‘s with bits of everything since he didn‘t know what his pet liked. He even received additional food because the inmates working recognized Leolin easily. For himself, the raven chose the hamburger with a simple green salad and a glass of water.

 

The moment he turned around, a familiar person appeared right in front of him. The first thing he saw was the orange colour of the uniform‘s top at the height of a chest, whereat he stopped on his way in order to avoid bumping into this person, before he lifted his gaze. His lips curled into a smile and he tilted his head a little. „Do you like standing in other people‘s ways? I‘ve come to notice that you‘ve been putting really much effort into it lately.“

„It‘s not, actually…“ James brought a loose fist up to his mouth as he cleared his throat. „Can we talk?“ There was a hefty bruise on his cheek bone, whose purple branches reached up to his eye, emphasizing the bag under his eye, and giving the illusion of exhaustion. And even though he knew that the other was probably going through a hard time, Leolin saw neither profit nor a decent reason in pretending to have an interest in being the last straw to hold on to for someone else.

„I don‘t think there is anything to talk about.“

„It‘s not like I want you to do me a favour or anything, really“, the blonde assured. „Uhm.“ Edginess spread on his face and he broke the eye-contact for a moment as he looked down, before he looked back up. „I-I just thought that we could talk, y‘know?“ Right now, he looked like a dog which had been kicked out of a driving car and gazed after his owner leaving him at the edge of a dirty road. It felt like James was urging himself to find distraction from his current life and honestly, there were serios hints of panick and depression pulling on him violently.

Leolin‘s smile lowered a little as he tried to find some life in Jame‘s blue eyes, but there was barely anything. He looked fatigued, torn apart and frantic. The raven‘s hazel eyes quickly skipped over Jame‘s shoulder towards Takara, whose gaze he instantly met seeing as the whitette had apparently been looking for him. At last, his glance went back to his counterpart. „I have to go. You may be thinking that I can help you, but I can‘t.“ That may and may not be a straight lie, after all he did have the powers to get somene out of here with ease, but keeping up with someone who was haunted by bad luck like James was a high risk. So he left without another word.

 

Returning to the table, Leolin set Takara‘s tray down in front of him and then sat down on the opposite side, placing his own on the tabletop. He crossed his legs underneath and smiled at his pet. „If you don‘t mind me asking, is there something else going through your head throughout the day? Aside from all this here. What kind of hobbies do you like? Is there anything in particular?“ He knew that Takara wasn‘t talkative and he would be satisfied with both, an answer and silence, because silence was an answer as well.

[StainedCrimson]

Takara watches as his newest "underling", for lack of another term besides "prison bitch", goes to get the food and watches the exchange between Leolin and James. Blinking slowly he takes in how both conduct themselves and look by the end of the brief talk and resolves to deal with things if it becomes an issues. Though to e honest it seems more like James is reaching out for help, but the whitette can't believe the lack of sense the blonde shows in approaching Leolin of all people for help.

 

When the other returns with the trays, he straightens up and begins to eat. Idly he listens to the questions tosses his way, and looks at the other male while chewing his mouthful. After swallowing, Takara tilts his head the barest amount to one side in thought as if debating if the other is worthy of a response or not. Finally he gives reply, of sorts. "I think of many things some about here and some not. As for hobbies..." With a shrug he returns to his food. "I suppose I have a few, limited though they may currently be at this time."

 

Eating with a quick efficiency, the food is soon gone and he sets down his utensil before refocusing on the other inmate. "Now a question for you. Of all those here, what led you to approaching me? Besides the being forced into a corner." Referring back to when the other had initially approached him, shortly after the whole fiasco with James.

 

Not that the answer really means anything, and it is more than expected the other will lie or tell only partial truths. However, the answer is in a way a test in and of itself, but also will give the Japanese some insight into the other. Perhaps. He amends to himself. Even though there's not much time left in his sentence, so really no need to get too close or familiar with anyone at this point, it is still never a good idea to not know anything about those around you. And he has done a good job of keeping information about himself quiet. This causes Takara to view the other with caution and skepticism.

[♠[Rin]♠]

Leolin listened relaxed to his pet‘s answer. He stabbed the burger with his fork and started to cut it into pieces with the knife. Even when he cut fast food, there was elegance to his movements, as he silently focussed on producing squares of the same size. „Have you never thought about small hobbies like drawing, painting or writing? I take it that you are a reader to some extent, given that you work in the library and are knowledgable about several things.“

He was indeed a little surprised to see that Takara had finished his portions already. This more felt like a business meal than a shared breakfast, and his pet was the one in charge.

 

Leolin had eaten half of the burger and a few pieces of his salad when the elite asked him a question back. Hazel-golden eyes lifted their gaze to look at his counterpart. „Oh, I thought you didn‘t care,“ he genuinly spoke his thoughts. Apparently, now that they had the deal settled, Takara was about to try to find out more about the Scotsman. Leolin hadn‘t provided anyone with information since his arrival, so he knew that nobody else could spill anything about him. It was the only logical way to ask him directly if Takara wanted to get to know his reasons.

He took a moment to word out the answer in his head, looking into Takara‘s eyes fearlessly. There was no way he could tell the other that he wanted to hire him as a pet, I mean, bodyguard. Eventually, the raven smiled at his counterpart. „I liked you the most out of everyone else.“ That was half-way the truth, casually leaving out the fact that he was the reason Takara had landed in this hell hole in the first place. „Your personality is refreshing.“

 

Leolin grabbed his glass and took a sip of the water. He grimaced a little, finding the liquid very cold against his teeth, but his facial muscles relaxed again as the uneasy feeling faded away. He set the glass back down and brought a loose fist to his mouth, cleaning his throat. „But you know,“ Leolin then added, going back to his hamburger for now, „feel free to ask me anything, really.“ His smile grew a little, but he couldn‘t help to make it look a little devilish as he stared into the other‘s beautiful eyes. „It would be an honour if you trusted me.“

[StainedCrimson]

Takara gives a slow blink before inclining his head slightly. "Yes, it would be an honor. Perhaps one day you'll earn it." Standing up he moves over to stand in front of the smaller male. "For now we have other matters to focus on." One hand slides into the other's hair to firmly hold the soft strands, and moves Leolin so that his face is towards the elite's waist. It is time for their next 'show' for the other inmates. Without another word he waits to see if any further direction or prompting will be necessary.

 

Inwardly, however, the tall stoic male is not so much unhappy as dissatisfied with the way he's getting his release. Which is all it really is at this point. A way to get off and relieve a bit of pressure. Once out I'll be able to find someone to satisfy me, but for now I suppose this will have to do. Briefly he wonders what the other would do if blindfolded with his arms tied behind him, but mentally shakes himself to refocus.

 

Naturally they have a few people watching by this point so the pressure begins to build on Leolin to either undo the prison clothing to suck the whitette off, or refuse and risk whatever punishment or fallout occurs as a result.

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Leaving his tray and exiting the cafeteria, he decides to handle some tasks. One of which is go see one of his contacts within the guards. I suppose I'll get to have a little fun today after all, and maybe I'll be in a generous mood for later. Laughing silently, a faint grin appears as he walks down a hallway and towards where the guards have their breaks. Only one is there now that looks around the same age as Takara.

 

Turning the man leads the elite further into the facility that most inmates will never see. To most it would seem as if the guard is in control and the prisoner following subdued, but if someone were to look closely they would be able to tell that there's a slight flush and energy around the guard that indicates excitement and nervousness whereas the prisoner is completely calm and collected.

 

After about an hour Takara leaves the area and goes out to the yard to enjoy some of the daylight as well as exercise with a few games of basketball. After working up a sweat he takes his leave to go enjoy a quiet shower before dinner. I wonder if I should send for the little kitten. He muses to himself.

[♠[Rin]♠]

Leolin’s eyes were stuck on the taller male as Takara stood up and stood right in front of him as if he was a cat watching a mouse. The whitette drove his fingers through the raven’s hair and gripped a handful of it subsequently to move his head and lower his gaze to his waist. Takara made sure to remind him of what was important right now, which was the payment on the smaller one’s part obviously.

Now, if there was something worse than fetching things it was blowjobs. Leolin had always considered himself too good for it. It was just his luck that he was a man himself and could imagine what was acceptable to do and what not. He himself had received oral treatment twice and it was indeed an indescribable feeling – but granting it someone else? Tsk.

 

Compared to the smiles he usually wore, the glare he was that was glistening in his eyes as he looked up towards Takara for a moment was as genuine as it could be before he sighed quietly. His gaze sunk down again and he could feel other people’s pairs of eyes in his back. Couldn’t they just mind their own business?

He rose his hands to lift Takara’s top up and undo the button of his trousers. He pulled the zipper down and then shifted in his position, moving his crossed legs to the side and – maybe a little too roughly – gripped Takara on the hips to move him in closer. If he was doing it, he was at least going to do it in an efficient way.

I can kill him as soon as this is over, I can kill him as soon as we are out of here, was all that he could think of while Leolin took the other’s length into his hand, set his tongue on the middle of the shaft and licked up to the tip. He repeated that a few times to wet it and subsequently took the tip into his mouth. He circled his tongue around it and slowly started to go down inch by inch, coming back up and then lowering his head again. His gagging reflex wasn’t used to this so he didn’t reach the end of the shaft which he tried to make up for by massaging the remaining length with his fingers. He kept his eyes close to concentrate on the movement and in order not to accidently have his teeth rub against the other’s member. Maybe he was more talented at this than he had anticipated, but that didn’t mean that he was proud of it.

Throughout the blowjob he would release Takara’s member to lick over and around the tip for additional pleasure and to get this finally over with.

When it came closer to the end there was no way in hell he was risking getting sperm on his clothes. He let the other come in his mouth and grimaced at the salty-sweet taste. Leolin leaned up, releasing Takara, grabbed the handkerchief off his tray and covered his mouth. He leaned over the table and spit some of the semen out, whereat a faint pink shadow was colouring his cheeks because this time it was indeed embarrassing to him.

 

His pet left his try on the table and exited the cafeteria. Leolin dropped the handkerchief on his tray next to his half-finished food and took a moment to breathe before he stood up and returned the trays. Afterwards he left the cafeteria as well and returned to his cell where he spent the next ten minutes rinse out his mouth and brush his teeth.

 

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Until dinner time Leolin had spent his day in the library working on the tasks he had received a day ago from his boss. He skipped lunch because he was still sore about the blowjob but he wouldn’t make a fuss about it. It had been a thing he had had to expect, nothing more, nothing less.

As soon as he was done, he pulled the USB stick out, turned off the computer and took a quick look around the room. Most people had left to enjoy the last few hours of freedom they had. Some who were usually here often left to have breakfast, lunch and dinner as early as possible to be able to return quickly. The Scotsman’s eyes skipped over to the clock above the entrance within a blink. It was almost dinner time. He was debating on leaving that out as well, but he was indeed a bit hungry. A chocolate bar only would do however. It was a shame that there was no way to get such a simple product here without cheating the system.

Leolin stood up and absentmindedly walked the rows of bookshelves. He read the book titles but didn’t really search for anything in particular. At some point his stomach growled and he sighed to himself. Maybe there was also a way to get it.

 

Leolin left the library and wandered the corridor to see if his pet happened to be around. He had already gotten way better tea since he had sealed the contract with Takara so there was a fair percentage of a chance that he was able to get a normal chocolate bar. That wouldn’t be so hard, would it?

[StainedCrimson]

In the end Takara decides to leave Leolin to whatever the other is doing. Soon enough there will come a time when the other will either have to fully commit to his role or break under the strain of trying to preserve his own sense of pride. There is really very little room for such things as pride or dignity in prison unless, of course, you're on top.

 

After his shower, he goes to the cafeteria and settles at his spot where one of his other sources stops by the table. Takara merely takes a sip of his tea and raises an eyebrow as he waits for the other to speak. "You were right. Things are off, there's absolutely nothing and that absence is loud." The inmate has common enough features, though from the entry point only his back can be seen as he's facing Takara at an angle so as to minimize others being able to see or hear what's going on. His physical presence indicates he's someone who knows how to take care of himself and is not to be taken lightly.

 

Takara gives a slow nod, looking completely unconcerned as he takes another slow sip. "That's been verified by several others as well." Including the guard he'd just spoken with. Well, there was some talking I suppose. He mentally laughs while setting down his cup. "See if there's anything else to be found, or not found as may be the case. This irritation has been a nuisance long enough." He glances up and notices that Leolin has come in, though more as though he's searching for someone than getting food.

 

Catching the other's eye, the whitette tilts his head towards the serving area to silently indicate the other get food. Whether just for the elite or both of them doesn't matter to Takara. "Keep me posted of any developments." With that the other inmate is dismissed. Said male gives a nod, almost a bow, then turns and heads off to sit at a table where a tray is waiting for him.

 

With a faint sigh the elite waits for his food to arrive while thinking over the whole mess things have become since the newest inmates arrived. Once his own problem arrives with the food, the Japanese leans back and looks at the other almost as if appraising him. "It seems as though you've been busy since earlier. Our deal hasn't become too much for you has it?" The words are spoken without inflection or emotion behind them, merely words of indifferent curiosity. To Takara it really makes no difference whether or not he has the other for personal use, there are many others he can have service him with much less reluctance, disdain, or trouble following them.

 

However, unless given cause or reason the elite is also not one to terminate a deal he's made.

[♠[Rin]♠]

As Leolin entered the cafeteria, it took only a few looks around to find the subject of his desire. However, his pet was sitting with someone else at the table. There was little room to inspect though because as soon as he had caught Takara’s eye, he was sent to the serving area. The Scot clicked his tongue in annoyance for nobody to see. While he got a tray and filled it with small portions of different foods, he couldn’t help but wonder who the man was that Takara was talking to. He looked buff and superior, but he knew better than to judge a book by its cover. His pet was probably higher on rank than he had anticipated and was therefore an anchor point for information brokers. But then again, he was quite lonely.

 

When the raven walked up to the table, the rat was already gone. He could imagine that there was a lot to talk about because of the newest inmates. The prison community had apparently nothing better to do than to watch each other like filthy mice.

He set the tray down in front of Takara and took a seat on the opposite side. Instantly, though, he was hit with a question of which he wasn’t sure what it really weighed. He knew that his pet was monotone and liked to speak with indifference, but thinking that he meant exactly like he made it sound would be idiotic, therefore one could never be sure what Takara was implying. Maybe it was a test to see what Leolin would answer – whether he would answer self-consciously, truthfully and with devotion. Or maybe it was a question to start a conversation. He had noticed that Takara wasn’t fond of Leolin’s dark and secretive personality, that really wasn’t hard to see. Now, had the rat from earlier talked about Leolin then? Or about the other inmates?

 

“Don’t worry, I am busy by nature,” Leolin said smiling. “I sketch, I write, I read a lot. I don’t like sitting around, doing nothing. I do taxes and accounting in my free time, too. Well, used to.” Given that he was now in prison, there obviously wasn’t a way he could do that anymore. “Not at all. Whatever you want, I’ll do.” He simply said. “Is it because I’ve not been sticking to you? I can, if you want me to. We could have a game of chess. Let’s say, if I win, I’ll get a bar of noisette chocolate.” He crossed his arms softly and rested them on the table. “You said you wanted me to fetch you a few things throughout the day. Take me with you on your work-out routine and I’ll get you water and towels,” he suggested.

 

Leolin understood that he wasn’t a threat or a danger to Takara, even if he wished that he was. He would love commanding him around, ordering him to do everything, telling him to get him a piece of cake and a cup of tea, making him wear a collar. But at this point, two dominant personalities collided, and his pet had made clear who was going to be the submissive one. He hadn’t a chance against Takara physically, not without a gun. The thought of pressing a knife against his pet’s chest was very likable, but far from realistic. He didn’t mind being the obedient part of their game anymore as much as he had at the start, though a little pain was always fun.

 

“I am not an athletic person, thus I can’t offer you a basket ball game, but I also know Jolly, Poker and a few board games.”

[StainedCrimson]

Takara raises an eyebrow as the other tells him that he likes to keep busy, but then added the bet. "I'm not very good at chess, and am pretty rust by now I'm sure. If you want a decent match I think some of the others here are better at it than I am, but for a simple enough reward I have no issue playing a game." It's not so much downplaying his skills or false modesty, but he truly isn't much of one for western chess. He is much more apt at Go or Shogi.

 

Chocolate... Who would have thought he had such simple desires. The whitette mused to himself before suddenly deadpanning at the other than laughing at the raven's suggestion. "I had no intention of making someone clearly out of their element play basketball with me. You would be far too easy to be run down." He is amused that the other felt as though he had to state his lack of athleticism. The thought had never even crossed his mind as, physically, the other poses minimal threat and challenge.

 

Naturally, hearing the Elite laugh had caused quite a few to look over. When nothing else follows the other inmates slowly return to their own meals and conversations, though curiosity is still apparent.

 

Ignoring the other inmates, he takes a slow deep breath to calm himself. "Now then, getting towels and water would be a good. You'll need to pull yourself away from the computer and being 'busy' on occasion to do that though." He lightly digs at Leolin. When board games are brought up again, an eyebrow raises once more. "It would seem you're either very bored or eager to show off your skills." Takara pauses. "Or perhaps both." He can somewhat understand. Prison isn't exactly the most stimulating of environments for one's intellect.

 

"There should be some games in the common area. I might be able to fit in a few games depending on the day." He is an Elite after all, and one doesn't keep the position by idling and playing the time away. Not too mention he's not going to give his latest recruit/toy all of his time. Especially not right away. Shifting Takara stands up. "I have a game before dinner planned. We can do a test run of your towel and water fetching skills then." With that he goes off to take care of a few things.

[♠[Rin]♠]

A slight shimmer of disappointment flashed up in Leolin’s hazel eyes when his pet told him that he isn’t good at chess and, apparently, he wasn’t interested in it anyway. Though his emotion was quickly replaced with surprise when Takara burst out laughing. He made it clear that the didn’t see Leolin as a challenge physically in any way and that he would easily lose at basketball. The raven felt a bitter taste in his mouth and the look in his eyes became rather scowling. However, this was the first time he had heard his pet laugh. Thinking about it, it was one step further towards his goal.

Other inmates turned around to look why Takara was laughing. Leolin couldn’t blame them for the whitette always appeared so serious and indifferent. And although the raven was a resentful person, he decided to play along like before and put on a smile. “I see.”

 

Takara approved of his suggestion to bring him supplies for the game and teased him by telling him that he would have to get away from the computer for a while. “No problem,” Leolin said. Although it appeared that his pet wanted Leolin’s attention, he didn’t give him anything in return so easily. It felt like a cat and mouse game and the mouse was getting on his nerves. Takara informed him about his basketball game before dinner and then left the scene without any other word. Leolin stared at the untouched food tray for a minute before his gaze wandered around in the room. Now that he knew that someone might have given information about him to Takara, it was possible that also other people were watching him. Maybe his pet was testing him, maybe he liked to have control, or maybe it was a natural thing to keep an eye on the ‘toy’. Either way, it cornered Leolin a little. Don’t give your anger away, he told himself. Usually, he was the one who left people sitting at a table alone, though he knew that if he was going to distract himself, his anger would slowly fade eventually. It was the lack of respect that was annoying him to the core, but he knew that he couldn’t expect everyone here to treat him like he was normally treated at work.

 

Leolin stood up and returned the tray to the kitchen, then he left the cafeteria. He checked out the area where a few board games were located, and he was surprised to find a variety of them. Nothing spoke against learning a new game if Takara preferred playing Japanese games, after all he liked to challenge his intellect and it would help his boredom.

 

After spending a few hours in the library, Leolin went to the locker rooms of the gym to find someone who knew where to get Takara’s training utensils. Luckily, it turned out to be easy because his pet was pretty high on the ranking ladder. A tall, lean white guy with red hair scrubbing something that didn’t look like water off the floor was the only person in the locker rooms. Leolin approached him rather casually and upon being noticed, he was also recognized. “Hey,” the guy said, grinning dirtily, “you are the new toy of Dullahan, ain’t ya?”

“Do you know where his water bottle and a few fresh touls are?” Leolin asked, getting right to the point. The stranger knitted his eyebrows. “Fresh what?” “Towels,” the raven repeated, translating the Scottish word. “Fuck, you’re weird.” Shaking his head, the guy pointed over to the door at the end of the room. “In the storage room are the washed towels. And his locker is number 34.”

Leolin went to the locker with the numbers three and four labelled on it. Because this was a prison, the inmates weren’t allowed a padlock to keep their belongings safe, thus it was easy to take the water bottle out and close the locker again. Then he grabbed two towels from of the storage room and was on his way to leave when the ginger once more called out to him. “Hey! You’re not gonna suck my dick for the information I gave you?”

Leolin’s shoulders sunk as he sighed in annoyance. He looked over his shoulder to the stranger with a bitter look. “Clatty, boggin’ gobshite.”

“What?” Confused, the ginger shouted after Leolin, but the raven simply turned around to leave.

 

Two hours before dinner, Leolin went outside on the inner yard. He saw a few of the elites gathering on the basketball field, including his pet. His gaze skipped up the heavy, concrete walls and met the eyes of his hawk sitting on the very top. Satisfied about his pet’s loyalty, Leolin turned his attention back to the basketball field and approached it. A single wooden, rusty bench was standing outside the field, its feet nailed to the ground. He didn’t feel like getting in the way of the jacked inmates, thus Leolin made his way to the bench, though as he set the filled water bottle on the folded towels, he hadn’t taken the additional weight of the liquid and the soft surface of the towels into consideration. The bottle tilted and fell right off; Leolin reached out for it, but the towels instantly threatened to slide off his other hand. He caught the lower one, but the upper towel and the bottle met the ground. “Oh… no.” Fantastic, he thought sarcastically. He picked up the bottle and the dirty towel and left the yard right away to get a new one. After a few minutes he returned with a new set of fresh towels and the cleaned up bottle and simply sat on the bench, keeping the utensils securely tight in his hands this time.