A/N: I got such a good response on the first chapter! (glaring typos and all) so I went back and did some minor reworking. There's been just a bit added here and there if you want to go back and re-read it but nothing plot changing. Enjoy the new chapter!


Three months later I understood why there was so much suicide in the north. This place was lax and I still felt my brain melting from the endless repetition. Every day it was wake up, breakfast, work detail, water for lunch, work some more, supper, sleep. What made it worse was that I distanced myself from the other inmates. It wasn't really a conscious choice but everyone was either sick in the head or stupid (or both). At least the black haired fink had finally learned to leave me alone. To be honest, not being able to smoke made it difficult for me to be nice to anyone so even if I tried I doubt anyone one would have wanted to be my 'pal.' Whatever.

It was time for me to leave or die trying. Planning an escape was tricky though. The tech-based security was outdated and barley functioning but that just meant that my computer skills would be useless. Instead of fancy systems I could manipulate this prison had hurricane fences, barbed wire, and human guards everywhere. Work detail seemed like the most obvious route but it was definitely out of the question. There was no shortage of eyes on us and Mello instilled such fear that there was never any slacking off. That combined with a shoot to kill order should someone try to run made it suicide.

What I needed to do was slip out at night so I wouldn't be missed until the next morning. Realistically my best option would be to cut through the far fence with something I smuggled in from work. Mind made up, I began doing my best to be on labor and construction details where I would be working with the tools I needed. It was another full week before I had job using a small pair of pliers with a portion for cutting wire, the perfect size for hiding.

"Sir?" I raised my hand to catch a guard's attention. When he came closer I held up the pliers, which looked obviously broken since I had unscrewed the bolt holding them together A bit.

"Can I get another pair? These are trashed." I hoped my word choice would plant the idea that they needed to be thrown away not inspected or repaired. He didn't look too closely, instead nodding and motioning to a large trash bag. Whether it was my subliminal messaging at work or just standard protocol, I didn't question my good luck. He went to get a new pair and I made a show of bending down and throwing them away even as I slipped them into my boot. It was almost too easy but then again it had been a straightforward plan so I suppose it was bound to either work or fail just as simply.

With the pliers tucked safely away there was no use waiting to break out. Tonight was the night. It was only a few hours after lights out that I felt safe enough to begin. The inmates slept hard because of the work so I doubted I'd wake anyone up. And of course I made sure Mr. black hair was soundly out before I crept to the back of the barrack. The front entrance was out of the question but if I could find one loose board I could pry it up using the pliers to pull out the nails. From there I could get a couple more beside it up and slip either out of one of the walls or the floor.

Near the back right corner I found a loose floorboard, which was really what I preferred anyway. It would keep a guard from spotting a hole in the wall and sounding the alarm before I was gone. My second stroke of luck was that it was in fact nailed down and not screwed. The first pull was loud like I knew it would be but only one inmate stirred and his response was to gripe "keep it down" and roll over.

The pliers got the other nail out with much less noise and more ease than I had expected. Apparently the board had been loose because of water damage and had softened. The plank to the left wasn't so eager to come loose and I began to doubt my plan. There was no way I was getting it up without ripping it loose and waking the whole room. Just as I began to sweat I tried the board to the right and found it rotted as well. One more and I had a hole big enough to slip down into the crawl space below. I replaced the slats in hopes of delaying notice of my escape as much as possible and began easing myself toward the back.

Looking around I spotted no guards but my run to the gate would be the hardest part so far. The rest of my plan had relied on my own skill but the run would be sheer chance. Either they would spot me or they wouldn't. Taking a deep breath I edged out from under the building and darted forward to the darkest corner of the fence. My hands shook as I began cutting away at the links. It was hard and going slower than I had hoped. It would have been easier to cut straight up and just lift the corner like a flap but the fence was buried in the ground so I had to cut at the base also to get a hole big enough.

My good fortune ran out just as I was going to test the opening. The extra time needed to cut along the ground was too much and I'd been spotted. My shirt tried to catch as I slipped through but I pulled forward and ignored the ripping sound I heard. It wasn't like I was particularly fond of these clothes. The alarm began to sound as I ran for the woods and I made myself pause as I reached the edge of the tree line. I had to keep a calm mind or I would just be captured again.

If I kept running in the woods they would catch me with the dogs, no doubt about that. My plan had hinged on no one noticing my absence until morning. Now the plan needed to change if I was going to make it. I began running parallel to the forest, not going any deeper and heading for the offices. If I could hide inside I would be safe until the search died down. Odds were they wouldn't assume I had actually gotten away and not bother to search the compounds.

The human body can survive for three days without water and I was sure they would give up before that. All I had to do was find a good spot. Running inside I immediately headed up the stairs. The upper floors would be less trafficked and give me a better chance of not being found. Hearing voices enter the stairwell, I decided the third floor was high enough and quickly began looking for closets or some small place that would never be searched.

My search wasn't going well when I heard heavy boot steps running toward me. Turning down the hall to my right I found myself at a familiar dead end. With no time to turn back I began testing all the doors on the hall but all were locked. I knew Mello's would be open since the light was still on but there was also a strong chance he was there as well. Hearing the officer's closing in, I took my only option and sprinted to the door. Entering swiftly, I had the door closed just as I heard the footsteps turn down the hall. There was only one place they could be headed so I couldn't afford to stop, I needed to hide quick… shit.

I turned around and there he was, sitting at his desk with bags under his eyes and a pen in his hand. There was no time to re-plan so I simply kept moving, once again doing the only thing I could despite the possible consequences. The alterative was to do nothing and that wasn't an option. I ducked under his desk just as he began to protest and thanked whatever god was looking down that his reflexes were dulled from his fatigue. I pulled his chair forward so he wouldn't be looking down obviously at me when his men stormed in.

There wasn't a lot of space and he had to spread his legs for me to fit, putting my face only a inch from the laces of his pants. Metal was far to precious to waste on buttons and zippers now. Having to lean forward to keep a firm grip on the arms of his chair didn't help either. I don't know if it was adrenalin or sheer stupidity but I mentally shrugged and decided why not? It couldn't hurt at this point. With one hand I unlaced him and pulled out his flaccid length. He immediately stopped trying to move the chair as I began stroking, freeing up my other hand to pull the constricting pants away even more.

Just as he began getting hard his men stormed in without knocking. Impressively enough his voice only got more intimidating as I began to lick him.

"What?" He didn't yell, he growled, and damn if it wasn't a little sexy. The adrenalin was definitely getting to me.

"One of the inmates escaped out of the back fence!"

This man obviously wasn't very bright and I smirked as I thought about how much worse his night was about to get. Before Mello could respond I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and began to suck. If he was enjoying this as much as he seemed to be then the poor guard was in for it.

"Then what in the fucking hell are you doing here?! You don't have a brain between the lot of you; fetch the dogs and start hunting! Now. And don't even think about coming back until he's caught."

The men were already scrambling to leave before he was done speaking. When the door slammed shut I began bobbing my head, taking more into my mouth each time. He obviously accepted the bribe so it was only fair that I continue. That and the guards were only a phone call away. As I pushed him deeper toward the back of my throat I gently massaged his balls, squeezing just enough to finally get a moan. One of his hands slipped down to tangle in my hair behind me head and encouraged me further. He was panting now, no longer trying to hide his reaction as I swirled my tongue and sucked even harder. He was moaning loudly, pushing my head harder as he got closer to climax.

When he finally came it was with a quick thrust of his hips that sent him down my throat and made me swallow involuntarily around him. He cried out at that, spilling into my mouth. When his hand loosed it's hold I pulled back slowly so I wouldn't gag and licked him clean before tucking him back into this pants and lacing them.

Now was the time to make my move while he was still in euphoria. Hiding was no longer an option since he knew I was here. Either he would help me or he wouldn't.
I pushed his chair out enough to slide up between his legs and straddle his lap. I leaned in and kissed him deeply, my hands on his jaw to keep him there. He didn't struggle though, only kissed me hungrily back as his hands came to rest on my hips.

"Please." I punctuated my words with kisses he was reluctant to let me pull away from. "Please help me?" He nodded and stood, still stealing kisses, before pulling me out of the office. The halls were empty as he rushed me out of a back door and too the officer barracks. It was only a few yards away so no chance of being spotted. He led me to what I assumed to be his room and pushed me inside before locking the door behind him and marching back down the hall where we had just come from.

Either this was very good or very bad. I lay back on the bed and sighed; I guess I'd know soon enough.