PART4

“Breakfast time” Joshua said, as they walked through
the corridor and into the big room. This one was worse
than the bathroom, though he never thought there can
be something worse than that.
Same old walls with painting dusting away, several
rays of rusty metal tables and metal banks on both
sides of them. ~Mon Dieu, it everything here like
this?!~
The men paced to the small table, where they took
plates and spoons those didn’t even look like they
have been washed. ~I’ll better die from hunger than
eat out of this~ Remy was adamant about that.
Andrew noticed him stopping on the spot, and motioned
to follow him. “let’s go get some food.” LeBeau shook
his head. “Well… I’m not hungry, mon ami” The black
man chuckled. “I know this doesn’t taste like in
restaurant, but there’s no way you’ll get something
better here. Believe me.” He followed to the line to
the kitchen table where the prisoners received their
food.
Remy observed the dining room from thief’s point of
view. And he didn’t like it from this point. All
windows were high and grated, and there were two
guardians in each corner of the room. ~Baises~
“Dreaming?” a nasty voice sounded behind him, and he
turned around just in time to see the fist directed in
his face. He dodged easily and jumped back to have a
look at the attacker.
The guy was approximately of his own height, almost as
slender as LeBeau. With the same collar on his neck.
He looked mostly human if not the weird greenish
coloring on his hands as if his veins were projected
on his skin in green color.
“What’s up?” he questioned, and the guy grinned
nastily. “Squeamish faggot” he blurted out. Remy rose
his eyebrow. “Whom do I hear it from? Eunuch or
self-fucker – choose one.” He smirked.
“Ya don’ eat, squeamish one. Afraid ta get dirty?” he
laughed dirtily, his friends behind him joined.
“Well, considering that you have touched those
plates…”
That caused another attack from the guy. His fist
caught Remy square in the stomach, and he collapsed on
the floor, but managed to roll out of guy’s reach and
get back to his feet, ready to fight.
“Aching, huh?” they laughed again. And it did. Remy
was sure some of his innards got hit harder than he’d
like them to be. Still, he got up and braced himself.
“If it’s all you’re capable of, I’d better go get a
nap.” The result was right – the guy threw himself on
him again. However this time Remy was ready. He jumped
to the side, letting the guy pass him, and kicked him
hard in the back. He collapsed on the floor with a
loud thud, but jumped up just as quickly as Remy did.
The fight renewed. Remy made a couple of dodges, then
used an empty plate to throw in guy’s face. He dodged
it and threw Remy on the ground.
They rolled there for several minutes, one then
another gaining the upper hand, until Remy managed to
kick the boy on his stomach and get his neck into a
firm hold with his arm. The guy squirmed under him,
but he didn’t let go until he groaned gruffly from the
lack of oxygen. “’kay, ‘kay, I give up… lemme go…”
Remy had held him for a second longer, then abruptly
broke his hold, letting the guy’s head fall on the
dirty floor. He was breathing hard, as he got up and
dusted his shirt off, when he noticed the group of
guys was watching him intently.
Remy was almost certain they’d attack him now, but
they didn’t. Instead, they observed him, paying no
attention to their leader… their former leader.
It got clear for Remy, as one of the guys came to him
and helped him to dust his shirt off, then motioned to
the table, proposing to seat. He did, and one of the
guys immediately brought him a plate and a spoon.
During all this time no one gave a glance to the guy
on the floor.
~So that’s how it works~ Cajun thought, smearing the
whitish mess over the plate having no courage to stick
it into his mouth. ~The boss fights with ya fer fun.
You loose – nothing good, I think. You win – you take
his place. Easy. Just as easy as someone will kick you
the way you kicked the poor guy.~
He observed the crowd. His crowd. He smiled. After all
the things weren’t all that bad, mon Dieu!
There were about a dozen of them, and they were all
different, as if gathered from various places of the
world. Blacks and whites, two Chinese, one with gray
skin; tall and short; slender and fat. Different.
By the end of the breakfast he figured out they
weren’t actually much interested in him, except for
one lean guy with short black hair, whose hazel eyes
watched him the entire meal. After they left the
table, they walked out into the large yard surrounded
by the thick and high concrete wall from three sides,
while the fourth was the wall of the prison.
Andrew got closer to him while passing by. “You did
good, kiddo.” He had obviously seen his small victory.
“Just don’t loose the edge – you can get kicked out as
fast as you got the place.”
LeBeau nodded. “I know.”
As he looked past Andrew, he noticed a glance the huge
blond man called Victor gave him. Remy shot back the
equal stare.

Fuck. The kid was getting his nose high. He had just
gotten the group under the lead, and thought he was on
top now. No way, kiddo, I’ll show you I’m above those
damn groups of ya’rs. And better don’t challenge your
fate, it can turn out bad for you. Ever so bad…

Remy was walking over the grounds, observing the walls
and guardians. There were four of them on top of every
corner of the wall, all armed and careful. Bad enough.
The wall was solid with no possible entrance that left
no hope for escaping that way. Maybe distraction could
work? He eyed the guardians and mentally slapped
himself for being a fool. What the hell will distract
the whole damn dozen of guardians at the same time?!
He shook his head, his eyes traveling over the frames
of his ‘group-mates’, their clothes, boots, looking
for anything he could use. Nothing, no chemicals for
explosion, nothing sharp…
Suddenly it hit him. Damn, LeBeau, you’re thinking
like a turtle lately! That guy must have been hit you
hard to shake you brains that bad.
He motioned to his group to get closer, then chose out
those who had collars on, sending the others away not
to make a big crowd and suspicious glances from
soldiers.
He eyed those who stayed: seven men, all of them
staring at him waiting for his words.
“Now, what your mutations are?”
He sifted off four who had truly useless powers: like
making the stones glow, mewing all cat-like and etc.
There were three of them left: an Asian one who could
destruct the stuff around, influencing its atomic
structure; tall white one with the ability to set
anything on fire; and lean sunburned one – psionic.
The one who stared at him during the meal.
The plan was clear as morning sky. The pyrokinetic
will make a rubbish to cause distraction, while the
Asian will make a hole in the wall and psionic guy
will make them kind of invisible for the guardians as
they’ll escape. Could also take care of transport too.
The only problem now was to open the collars. Problem?
Anyone said about problem? Remy cracked his thief’s
fingers…

He was sitting with Zeke – that was psionic’s name –
in a small space between the concrete outer wall and
the wall of the prison. They barely fit there
together, while Remy worked with a piece of wire he
got from one of his group-mates who managed to steal
it from the member of the other group who got it
hell-knows-where-else.
Anyway, now they were sitting there, pressed tightly
to each other while Cajun worked on the collar.
The lock was damned like hell: small and extremely
hard to access. He cussed under his breath and tried
once again to get the thin wire through the tiny
card-slit.
“You look so confident when you work” Zeke said,
watching LeBeau’s slim fingers. “Yup” Cajun tossed,
his mind all turned to his current goal.
“I like the way they move” he went on. “Fast, still
calm. How do you manage to do it?” “Long practice”
Remy muttered. The damn lock was way too stubborn for
his liking, he couldn’t exactly define which part did
what there, though the main principles were clear.
“Been robber for long, Cajun?” “Thief. Since
childhood.” Zeke nodded. “I see. Well, I know how it
is. No home, no place to stay, right?” “Yup” For a
moment Remy wished he’d just shut up and let him work
in silence.
Suddenly he felt his hands being caught by Zeke’s
ones. ~Damn, I was almost done!~
“So smooth…” Zeke whispered, lacing his fingers with
Cajun’s. “Slender.” He brought LeBeau’s hand to his
lips and kissed it, licking a small spot on his palm.
LeBeau shuddered at the sensation but made himself sit
still when Zeke’s other hand traced up from his lower
back to the back of his neck and drew him closer into
a kiss. His lips felt warm and almost sweet, as he
kissed Remy hungrily like he was thirsty and Remy was
the only water for miles around. Before he could
figure out what to do, he sank into the kiss himself,
not even wanting to but following his own body urge.
His hand sneaked out from Zeke’s fingers and reached
to his head to get tangled into short black hair.
The boy traced down Cajun’s back again, then moved to
the front, unbuttoning LeBeau’s crimson shirt. He let
it fall open and slid his hands up Remy’s chest,
brushing over his nipples. LeBeau let out a stiff
groan as they stiffened immediately. The guy was
definitely long deprived of sex here in the prison,
without women around, and his desperate hungriness was
giving every his touch an electrical effect that Remy
never remembered feeling from a woman.
Driven by instincts, practice or pure lust, Zeke was
easily finding the right spots to caress, and Cajun felt
the thoughts about escape/lock/group vanishing out of
his head, leaving place for sharp sensation Zeke
caused with his hands running over Remy’s whole body.
He proceeded to shake off his own shirt and unzip his
pants in a vast moment, then reached to Cajun’s
zipper, and Remy wasn’t surprised finding himself hard
and aroused. Zeke leaned to him, tracing a warm wet
line with the tip of his tongue down from Remy’s neck
over the throat, getting to his chest and sucking his
nipples one by one, then proceeding to move down to
his groin. He ran his hands over Remy’s thighs over
and over again, as he slowly took him into his mouth.
Cajun had to bit into his lip not to cry out at the
sensation, as Zeke’s throat muscles surrounded his
shaft.
~The boy is damn skillful~ he thought, jerking his
hips against guy’s movements. He grasped a handful of
his hair, making him take even more of him inside,
when Zeke pulled up and pressed his lips to Remy’s in
a kiss. He could feel the saltiness of the pre-cum on
boy’s tongue.
Zeke shook his pants off completely, then maneuvered
in a small space of their hide-out to straddle Remy’s
hips. Pulling him in another deep kiss, he slowly
lowered himself on Cajun’s well-lubricated shaft.
LeBeau moaned in his mouth, his hands clutching Zeke’s
hair desperately.
He paused a bit, adjusting himself to the size of Remy
in him, and LeBeau thought just how tight and hot the
boy was inside. Was it always so, or it was just
because the boy was hungry for sex – he didn’t know,
what he knew was it felt better than he had it with
girls. Here in prison with danger of being discovered
– it felt sharper.
By this time Zeke took a deep breath and started to
ride him, slowly at first, but quickly speeding up.
His hands caressed Remy’s body meanwhile, brushing his
nipples and sometimes moving to his back under the
shirt and raking the skin with his short nails. Cajun
arched his back at that – this sensation was one of
his loveliest.
Soon he could hold on no more, and came hard, his
hands tightening in Zeke’s hair. He would have
screamed if Zeke hadn’t muffed him with yet another
deep kiss, as his inner muscles contracted around
Remy’s shaft and he came too, directing his cock
slightly to the side, so he wouldn’t mess up Remy’s
clothes. Then he collapsed on top of him, breathing
into his neck while Remy stroked his back in
after-glow and wondered just how he got into this all.
Finally Zeke pulled back and whispered “Thank you.”
Cajun stunned slightly, not knowing what to say. Not
that he had any misunderstanding here: the boy never
clamed to love him or something, he just wanted his
release and he had just got it. He didn’t feel himself
being used, no, he was far from that. Still, he lacked
words.
Zeke slipped on his clothes items while Remy buttoned
up his shirt. The fuck is over – let’s get to work.
Nice and clear. Fishing for the piece of wire, LeBeau
went on fumbling with the lock of Zeke’s collar and
wondered if it all had just happened or it was just
his imagination playing games. If not a small already
drying out pool of Zeke’s cum, he’d think it was a
sick hallucination.

After one more hour of work, it got clear he wouldn’t
do it today. The way to open the lock he thought was
right appeared to be basically wrong, and it nearly
shocked Zeke with electrical current. Remy cussed
under his breath, and decided it was over for today.
They left their hide-out right in time, as they saw
the soldiers gathering the prisoners in a raw in the
yard. The line appeared to be long, across the entire
yard, and Remy and Zeke appeared close to its far end.
Cajun watched the guardians, as they lined up several
last prisoners and went from the one end to another,
counting them all.
LeBeau had just fixed it in his mind, when he caught a
sight of huge frame. Blondie was on the other end of
the row, but for a moment their eyes met, and the air
suddenly turned cold for Remy. Who the hell said the
man was a businessman?! That person hadn’t probably
seen his eyes – icy-cold eyes of a born killer. For a
moment Cajun felt himself grave dead, then took a deep
breath and fixed himself. Looks never kill, he
reminded himself.

The wind brought the smell of the Cajun right to his
nostrils. Hell, but the kid had just had a fuck, it
was unmistakable. A good fuck by the way, his blood
was still pounding, and the scent of musk floated in
the air like a flag saying “I have just had a great
fuck!”
The scent was taunting, and Creed licked his lips. Now
it was clear the kid wasn’t getting out of here in
health. He climbed so high in so short period – he’ll
fall even downer than he was before, and a great deal
faster. What a show would it be to thud this fucking
kid into dirt so deep he wouldn’t stick his nose out
for long… Creed stirred in anticipation, then
restrained himself.
No, he’ll wait. As soon as there was nothing to do in
here, he could play as long as he wanted, knowing he’d
finish the game the moment he’d get bored of it. Then
he could molest the kid, torture him to whatever level
wanted, with only one small restriction – Cajun should
stay alive.
He rolled the thought in his mind, and came to the
conclusion he didn’t want to end it up just yet. The
kid wants to play mind games – he’ll join. For now…

PART5
Another bath time. Mon Dieu, can’t those geeks find
anything better than sleep-bath-meal-walk-bath-sleep
circle, huh?! It was the first day he was here, and he
was already bored. Only the thought of the wire piece
in his sleeve warmed his heart – as soon as he gets to
the cell, he’ll try it on the door lock.
He watched the walls while the other men undressed and
got under the showers, when the hugie yet again draw
Remy’s attention. He wouldn’t have noticed him, if he
didn’t come so close his shadow was on the wall Cajun
was observing.
He turned around – and had to drop his head back to
see the face that was now hovering over him, cold eyes
glittering like mortal steel.
“Like it here, Cajun?” he questioned. “Non, blondie.
But it looks like you do.” Then he wondered when
exactly did his tongue and his mind split their ways,
and came to the thought it must have been this current
moment.
The huge monster snorted. “Never thought about keeping
your mouth shut?” “Non, blondie” Remy shook his head,
though his neck was already hurting from the position
of his head.
“Ya betcha think about that, kiddo. Listen to your
survival instincts.”
Remy cocked an eyebrow. “Well, talking about
surviving… would you mind telling me how did you
manage to survive with this terrific lack of brains?”
Blondie pulled his upper lip up slightly, and LeBeau
could swear he saw fangs in monster’s mouth. “The same
way as you survived at all. Wonder how did you manage
to live up to the age of yours.”
Remy flashed him a Hollywood smile. “If the others
were as dumb as you, I could have been leaving without
brains at all, and still over-smarting everyone
around.”
“If everyone around were as stupid as you, our world
would be worth the atomic bomb.”
“No one would ever give you the atomic bomb, non other
electrical device either. Psychos are restricted off
them.”
“Then I wonder how you can smoke – no one sells
matches to children.”
“All children in United States had escaped the moment
they saw you.”
“Then why don’t you run with them?”
“I forgot to say they ran to their bathrooms to
wretch, and my stomach is tough enough to handle you.”
“My teeth are also tough enough to chew you off.”
“Wouldn’t like to die in that stinking mouth of
yours.”
“Still, it stinks less then a trash can you sleep in.”
“We’re sharing one big trash can fer now, blondie”
Remy decided to stop their vocal fight before his neck
will give way. “So, I’d prefer if we were friendlier
to each other.” With a quick but fluent motion hugie
brought his hand up and traced the flat side of his
claw over Remy’s cheek. “See ya in cell” with that he
turned around and walked to the shower.
“See ya in hell” Cajun mimicked him under his breath.
“I heard that” blondie shot over his shoulder.

As they paced back into the cell, Andrew caught his
elbow. “Are you insane, or what?!” he hissed quietly.
LeBeau shrugged. “Non, mon ami. Just havin’ fun.”
“This fun can cost you life, kid. I doubt any bonus
you’ll get from your ‘team’ is worth your life.”
“No one’s talkin’ about tha life. Just some fun.” Remy
made a smile. “You’ll see, mon ami.” He patted his
shoulder. “I’ll pray for you, kid.” He said back.

In the cell Cajun pulled out his cards and signed.
Earlier they’d be his key to freedom. Now, as he
couldn’t charge them, they were just playing cards. He
mixed them absently and motioned to his cellmates.
“Anyone playing poker?”
Both men got to him, eager to test their card skills
and extremely glad the boy had something to amuse
them.
“You coming, blondie?” Remy teased, and man turned to
face him while laying on the bank. “Don’ wanna play
cards you got outta ya’r ass.” He retorted.
“Ow, yeah? I thought they’d fit in your ass. Or will
they fall out?”
“I bet it’ll take a minute for them to get from your
throat to your ass.”
“And from your ass to your throat? oopsie, no one
would ever get something into your ass – it’s way too
disgusting.”
Both Andrew and Joshua were staring at Remy, their
eyes pleading him to drop the ‘ass’ topic.
“Well… let’s play?” Joshua proposed quietly. “Yeah”
LeBeau nodded, then turned to blondie. “You’re an
ass.”
Victor shrugged. “So are you.”

Two more days passed, and he got settled in a cell,
dragged into the rhythm of the prison life. His team
was still with him, though once he had to fight the
Negro who decided to take his place. The team was
still serving well, though he didn’t manage to open
the lock in spite of working several hours every
walk-time.
Zeke made no attempt for another sexual break-through
and no gesture or word of his reminded of their small
interception.
Andrew and Joshua roared at him to quit joking with
blondie, but he didn’t care. At first, he did fear to
get gutted, but soon he got his own view of the
events.
Blondie, as well as him, had nothing to do – and their
verbal fights were something to put him out of
boredom. That meant it was gonna be verbal only – and
Remy was sure in the sharpness of his tongue.