Erik POV
He stared as Charles drove away. Thoughts of banging him plagued his mind. Maybe he shouldn't have resisted so much or keep his thievery down to a 'T' then maybe he wouldn't have gotten caught…
I would have never found you Charles…
He thought to himself.
"Something big is going down tomorrow night Erik." Shaw escorted him back to there are of the yard. He walked Erik there to avoid any confrontations, no one would dare touch Shaw, and he was like the Godfather of the yard. Erik complied as he barked orders with each convict.
Erik knew once Shaw found out that there was a whole cellblock for the pedophiles, they were doomed. Shaw wouldn't have any of it and Erik knew they planned to thwart the system and start a riot. Erik knew that there were many dangers during riots. He had to stay wary during times like these since it was almost too easy for a rival gang member to pick out the toughest one of them, Shaw or himself, and get slain and beaten to death. Erik had to be at a constant vigilance for the whole pack for the next couple of days.
He did admit, it saddened him to see Charles go, but he had to find out what shifts he would be pulling, that way he could make sure he would be out of harm's way. Erik sucked on the end of a cigarette and chatted with Azazel about gay marriage.
"I can't believe its legal now." He said.
"I know right?" Erik laughed.
"In Vermont…" He took another pull from it then flicked it to the ground.
"Would you ever get married?" Azazel asked him.
"When the time is right and I have the right man." Erik smiled.
Charles POV
He freaked and couldn't believe how badly he wanted him. That stupid party was on the beach tonight.
"Who the fuck has a Halloween beach party?" He huffed to himself as he skidded across three lanes of traffic.
"Hey!" Raven's voice erupted from his radio.
"What is it love?" Charles picked up seconds later.
"I got a problem with this guy, I can't get back to my car and the taser isn't affecting him." Raven's voice sounded frantic. Charles screeched the tires and headed to beat two, where their district was.
"I'm on my way!" Charles flew through traffic like a jet engine. He was at Raven's side in minutes and he slammed on the brakes and almost glided across the hood, shotgun in hand.
Raven smiled as he came into view.
Charles held up the gun and aimed it at the man's head.
"I'm not afraid to use this or get fired by using it on you, asshole!" Charles pushed the barrel until the other man was reduced to tears.
By the time they made it back to the station, no one would believe him…
By the time they arrived with the third man for the day, Charles was exhausted. He flopped into the chair and looked at the wall, trying to avoid the crepe paper stranded across every surface of the building in black and orange. He didn't want to go to the party, but he had to be nice and buck up and take care of Raven so he had to go.
All he could think about was Erik…
"I'm stuck Raven…" Charles admitted.
"I think I'm in love with him…" Raven's eyes widened.
"It's only been two days!" She almost shouted.
"So, you went out with Alex or Sean and claimed your love for them the day you met them… the same day too, I think." Charles laughed, poking fun at her.
"So what, Hank is different, but a girl can have some fun right?" She smiled. Charles gathered his things and waited for Raven to finish cleaning up her office when he pulled out the gloves. He inhaled their scent and it hit him like a ton of bricks… They smelled like Erik's sweat-soaked skin the day he caught him.
Charles almost cried when he wanted to lie down next to him, just wake up and have him be there. He knew it would be at least two years before he could get him out. Maybe he could get him on good behavior and maybe out that much faster. He would have to see him later, after the party and give him some things to do, that would keep him busy and out of trouble.
He just had to make it through the party…
Erik POV
He watched carefully as another inmate made a pass at Alex… He briefly thought about intervening, but one look at Shaw and he stopped and observed.
Alex was like an unstoppable force. One moment a hand was in his arse, seconds later the man was flying across the room.
Erik smiled, since Alex was in a way… his pupil. He took another pull from a new cigarette; he knew that he was burning through them faster than he intended, but thoughts of that blue-eyed brunette shot up his nerves. It would only be one mealtime before visiting hours started.
"Hey Devil." Erik turned towards Azazel and stared at his reddened skin from the demonic tattoos he'd gotten day one in the cage.
"Sup?" He asked, taking a pull of a cigar, probably from Shaw… Godfather… Erik quickly corrected himself, even in his thoughts.
Alex came back over to their post and Erik offered him a cigarette with his infamous shark smile. Alex looked up at him and nervously took it.
"I'm not going to fuck you… Do I need to repeat myself?" Erik laughed. Alex just reddened and smiled shyly. It seemed strange since a minute ago he was punching blood out of someone's face. Erik would have to look into the guy's profile and dig some dirt up on him. He needed to be more observant so he could avoid any more fights with the guy; what if he had friends?
Everyone has them…even the rapists. Erik thought.
He growled as he made it across and suddenly the sirens started wailing. He stood bolt upright and looked around frantically. Something wasn't right, he could feel it. He just hadn't anticipated another attack so soon.
Erik ran over in front of Sean, their weakest link, Alex seemed to be able to hold his own and was placed near Azazel. He could see the flame of bright red hair, he was behind Shaw. Erik stopped running, but before he could do anything all he could hear were his allies… friends calling him by his name, his real name…
None of them had ever called him that before and he knew he was in deep shit…
Erik snapped around and saw nothing, no his attacker wouldn't go for something so easy. Before he could turn he was attacked at both flanks, he could see Shaw shouting and heading towards him.
"No!" Erik snapped at him, no one had ever yelled at the Godfather before, at least not in public. Shaw stood complacent.
Erik staved off four of their hits; he couldn't even get identities of his attackers. Shaw and the others would soon find out.
Erik's teeth were bared as he pulled out Blut und Ehre and swiped it over an arm. He lashed out with such fury; he hadn't felt the knife go in.
Erik fought and maimed every one of them. He didn't want to kill any of them since he didn't wish for more time. Though the knife marks would seem familiar to the guards, more than likely.
Shaw stood and looked proudly at his monster. Erik stumbled to the other side of the fence before the riot police entered the domain. Erik hadn't been the only one fighting, he guessed. He could count two other bodies; neither were recognizable to Erik so he shook it off for now. He didn't intend on pulling the fight all on his own, but he didn't want any unnecessary bloodshed.
The guards didn't notice as he shrugged off his grey sweatshirt to cover the blood that started pooling around his wife beater tank top. He took shallow breaths, thankful that it was just a flesh wound.
Shaw was the first one to his side, careful not to be too quick so he wouldn't catch anyone's notice. The riot police weren't as brutal as the last time they'd been here. Erik has suffered two bruised ribs and a black eye, but they didn't seem interested in him this time. They must've guessed that the two dead ones had caused it.
Erik was ushered inside where he sucked it up and feigned to be ok. After a checkup with a glove in his mouth and rather intense frisk, they were sent back to their cellblock, it was there were Erik had collapsed in Shaw's arms.
Something leather was placed in Erik's mouth and he bit down… hard as he could.
He hissed and tears burned through his vision and darkened a bit as he felt pure ethanol pour into his side.
"Keep it clean Azazel." He could hear Shaw saying. He could also feel someone petting through his damp sweaty hair. They all took care of their own… Erik felt to his knees and then Shaw set him upright on the bed.
"Keep him awake." Sean whimpered, "I don't think it's good if he falls asleep." Before Erik could register anything he felt a harsh slap to his face, forcing a grunt from his throat. He recognized the slap that belonged to Shaw. It was heavy handed and usually hit something else besides his face, but he couldn't even think straight anymore.
Another sharp slap resounded in Erik's ears.
He focused on the pain burning his face and tried like hell not to pass out.
"Come on Great White!" Alex shouted at him. Erik slowly started to come back to. Shaw was kissing his cheeks fervently and clapped him on the cheek. Erik gasped as the pain subsided in his abdomen. He hadn't anticipated a knife wound, but it didn't stop him.
Charles POV
He knew that Halloween was practically over, but he was still freaking out about what to wear. He knew Raven would expect him to wear something… anything. All he really wanted to wear was nothing and show up at Erik's cell, clad in nothing but his utility belt and checkered hat.
"Oh God, what am I thinking?" He scolded himself. Never had he been this loose with his thoughts.
He shook his hands and pulled out a pair of board shorts that were blue in color.
"Beach party… in October?" He hissed and grabbed a turtleneck that was black.
In England it was always cold at the beach, but this seemed outrageous. He thought about stopping by to bring Erik something. It was the holidays after all.
What on Earth would Erik want from him… besides his body? Charles chewed his lip as he looked around his horrendous flat. Kit was a wreck, but he declared it as an organized mess. He looked through his books and found a few interesting ones that he thought Erik may like.
Romance novels… Where on Earth could he even remember finding them? He laughed as he looked at the covers which were pink and purple and displayed chests that reminded him of Erik's.
Before Charles could do anything he heard his cell phone ring.
"Raven?" He answered, he would have to meet her new beau, Hank McCoy.
"yeah, I need you here in like five minutes?" She sounded cheerful and Charles could hear laugher and loud music on the other line.
"Okay." He hung up and sighed. He loved his friend, but they were complete opposites. Where Raven would prefer to have a big outlandish party, he would rather spend the night in, curled up with a good book.
After throwing on some longer grey shorts, he grabbed his keys and headed out.
It didn't take long to get to the party, but Charles frowned as he started out the windshield. He feigned happiness and put on his party smile.
Raven was ecstatic and he was already shaking Hank's hand. Charles was surprised once he realized how much they had in common. He was happy with her newest choice… He was a much better choice than the anger management Alex and suspicious Sean.
Charles talked rather enthusiastically about genetic disposition and how far the human genome had advanced into the twenty-first century.
He was handed drink after drink by Raven and some guys he didn't know. Before long, he was floozy and wasted. He noticed that the colors had changed drastically the drunker he got. The day quickly changed to night and Charles found himself snuggled up to an enigmatic hottie.
"Name's Charles, nice to meet you." He chuckled.
Somewhere along the line, Charles found out that his name was Logan and he tasted like spirits and wine cooler.
It was Raven's turn for the jaw drop. Charles hadn't expected anything to happen, but he was kissing him goodbye with any remorse or phone call back.
Erik POV
He had unfortunately expected Charles to be there during visiting hours, but to no avail. Now he just felt stupid lying there in the top bunk. He listened to Shaw's new ideas that were derived from today's shocking event. He had taken a deep breath and a pull from a joint that Sean had managed to get, how he wasn't quite sure, nor did he care.
All his focus was centered on staying relaxed and high until lights out. He didn't care much for the green leaves, but only when it was necessary, like now.
He relaxed and started to drift, but then Shaw's "mothering" hand was against his face again, leaving a bright red mark in its wake.
"Fuck!" He growled, he managed to stay conscious until now, surely he deserved some sleep. He'd lost a formidable ally, Blut und Ehre today. Riot police wouldn't give a rip whose prints were on it, unless they got some jailbait to take with them or a story to tell back at the station.
Erik laughed but then clutched his side and groaned in pain.
"Gonna be a long night I guess." Erik snorted.
Charles POV
He woke up completely hammered and exhausted… Then soon after, he was ashamed once he saw the smutty romance novels lying on the desk next to his keys.
"No!" Charles fluffed up his pillows angrily and huffed a deep sigh.
"Erik!" He whimpered. He knew he wouldn't get far with this attitude so he got up and dressed himself. He decided on a maroon button up
And some khaki tweed pants, and finished the look off with a cream colored scarf. He gathered the books and took some aspirin. He was rushing out the door, bagel in mouth. Raven was passed out over her desk. Charles was happily surprised once he noticed she had as much of a good night as he had, though those weren't the lips he really wanted.
"Who the fuck is Logan?" He scratched his chin as he piled some files onto his desk. He sorted through them and found the familiar name of the prison that Erik had been sent to. He was slightly surprised once he found out about the incident.
"Oh God… thank you for not being stupid!" He hugged the report once he realized that Erik's last name wasn't listed as the deceased.
Raven mumbled something and slept over her unsorted files, which just made Charles laugh. He couldn't wait until visiting hours. After thirty minutes of preparing the files and organizing them in proper order, he left for the prison. Before leaving, he didn't forget to grab the books he wanted to share with Erik.
Is he even going to like them? Charles thought. But then again, what else did they have time for?
Penance for their sins?
Charles cooed and carried the books to his cruiser. He didn't want anyone to notice that he switched to civilian clothing; he would have to wait to change at the prison. He didn't hear anything good from the mean, and unruly guards at the front gate wouldn't take kindly to a fellow officer having a soft spot for an inmate. He would have to pretend to be family or something, Erik surely wouldn't mind.
Once he pulled into the yard he went straight to the bathroom and tore off the uniform and kept on the black trouser pants and white undershirt.
He stuffed everything else in his knapsack and shoved it into one of the public lockers and fastened his personal lock on it.
Charles kept the books hidden from plain sight as he signed in at the front office. After he was finished he gotten a frisk, which made him want to laugh since he was usually the one doing it.
As soon as he made it into the room, Erik was sitting on the last stool with an unhinged phone hanging from the wire. Charles plopped down in front of his with a larger than necessary smile and pushed the books over to him.
"I figured you might want some light reading?" He smiled wider.
Erik frowned at the books, but then couldn't hide his own smile.
"You brought me porn…sir?" he laughed and couldn't stay irritated at him. Charles noticed the sudden shift in Erik's weight at an odd angle.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yes… just a superficial wound is all." Erik narrowed his eyes.
"Don't you say a fucking word boy." He warned. Charles' eyes widened and something in him heated as Erik used that tone with him. He'd never been called a boy before, not since his mother died.
But the way Erik said it made it sound dirty…
"I don't have anything to give you in return…" Erik frowned. His hand reached under the glass and grabbed Charles' hand. The officer shivered as he felt those calloused hands upon his own. He just realized that he hadn't worn his gloves since Erik had messed them up.
"I think you do…" Charles could barely hear himself saying, but Erik caught onto every word.
"You want to?" Erik's gaze suddenly became the predatory sheen Charles had seen the day he met him.
"I want to have you… Charles." Erik growled as his hands clasped onto Charles' own rather firmly.
Charles' face deepened with a pink hue and he started stammering.
"You know you do, so don't even try to deny it." Erik leaned back with smug satisfaction, "How far would you go?" Erik grinned.
Charles had no idea how far he would go…
Until tonight when all hell would break loose and he never saw it coming. Charles didn't know that they were planning a riot, Erik didn't want him involved in any such fashion so he decided against telling him.
But when Charles studied his features he could tell something was up. Erik looked haggard and violent as a hurricane forming.
"Are you okay?" Charles leaned further in; he wanted to be as close to this enigmatic man as possible. He couldn't resist him.
Erik bit his lower lip and kept from showing any signs of discomfort.
"Got patched up… I have connections so don't fret or make that face at me." Erik grinned sheepishly.
Charles blushed and pulled slightly back.
"I have duty tonight…" He questioned, rather than said.
The thought of the riot wandered through Erik's mind… No way in hell was Charles getting involved in this, not ever.
Erik cringed and clasped Charles' hands again.
"Don't!" Erik shushed him, "Just don't…" He warned.
"But I get to see you." Charles whimpered with a face that made Erik melt.
Erik snorted as Charles' pout worked magic through his system.
"Fuck… fine, but you'll have to follow me." Erik snapped.
Charles disregarded that last statement with a curt nod as he handed Erik something black.
"What's this?" He held it up, a turtleneck. Erik grinned.
"It hasn't been washed and I'm sorry, but it's the only thing I have that would fit you." Charles admitted.
"It's perfect…" He said as he inhaled the shirt deeply.
"Oh my… you umm must like it?" Charles blushed… rather easily. He grew uneasy and Erik suddenly shifted in his stool, knelt and kissed Charles' hand beneath the glass.
"I'm sorry I arrested you…Erik." Charles suddenly said, silent tears filling his vision.
Erik grinned madly after the statement. He wanted this man so fucking bad he could taste it.
"Ouch…" Charles moaned rather than shouted as Erik's teeth nipped two of his fingers.
Charles' face grew redder and he had to pull his hand back since the hour was almost up.
"I'll be on tonight, so I'll see you then ok… brother." He added that last word for the guards to hear so they would suspect anything consensual between the two. Charles watched as Erik waved him bye as he went into the next room.
Erik POV
He had to be completely open tonight…. He had to keep Charles from harming anything or anyone… Even more, his goal was keeping him safe from the others in the shark tank. He gritted his teeth as the cops reamed him one side and down the middle and they checked every page in the meaningless books for any sign of cocaine or drug paraphernalia.
Erik smiled as the turtleneck was violently tossed at his face. He was insanely happy. Charles would be on duty, but he also had other things to worry about: his wound, Charles, and what Shaw expected of him tonight.
Once he was back into the main building and out of the yard, he was standing next to Shaw.
"What are we going to hit first?" Erik asked.
"You mean who…" Shaw grinned as he held up Blut und Ehre…
Erik stared…
He took it back and held it in his hands. One of the few things he treasured; though it suddenly seemed so dim next to that bright-eyed cop of his now. He gripped it tight and cut a thin line over his left arm.
"I give my blood to you brothers… tonight; we will make this our domain." His words frightened the younger ones, but they were forced to understand it. You give your brothers your blood and your life. You do what is right by their code… The law becomes insignificant.
A lot of men were going to die tonight and Erik was high from the anticipation of it.
During shower time they discussed it in brevity.
They weren't able to talk much over some of the shouting, an altercation was at play and from the looks of it, and it wasn't pretty. Erik didn't give a shit who was about to get raped, but he would stand it. He would stand in the way of Great White's ethic code. His slammed the metal doors open with a resounding bang. His heavy footsteps reached the left wing of the shower system.
"The fuck's going on lads?" He stood tall and proud, since he probably had one of the biggest cocks in the yard, but he wouldn't let anything fool the other inmates… He could talk the talk and walk the walk… gladly.
He noticed a much smaller man, blonde even. Erik didn't recognize the boy, but he looked barely sixteen. The poor kid was being restrained against the cold tile wall by a rather large brute.
Erik fumed… Suddenly his past burned into existence. All the pain, anger, humiliation, and terror he faced as an eighteen-year-old coursed through him. He grabbed the man blocking his way and slammed his head into the tile with a loud crack. Three other men suddenly challenged him and the fight was on.
Great White was a born fighter. His German blood boiled to the surface and he fought mercilessly. This time, he wasn't alone. Azazel grabbed one man in a headlock while Shaw administered the killing blow. Erik lashed out with a blur of fists and he took chunks out of the next man's face. Blood and knuckles tinged the water pink in a battle for survival.
Erik hollered as a hand grabbed at his knife wound in his side. He kicked his attacker in the stomach and he was skidding over the cement floor, bring up blood and water from the drain. The boy that they rescued was terrified out of his mind. Erik was slightly caught by surprise once he saw how bright his eyes were. They were a deep blue around the outside, but almost a pure white on the inside; much like snow. The damned kid looked like an angel, which surely got Shaw's attention.
Erik grabbed for the boy's hand and pulled him up, ignoring the blood that was running down his thighs. His wound was fresh, open, and worse. He thought about actually contacting the doctor, but he wouldn't dare turn his shoulder to his brothers.
Shaw clasped the boy and hid him from view.
"You're with us now kid; what's your name?" Shaw asked. The kid suddenly went silent and enormous tears trickled down his face. Erik didn't think he would talk much after the ordeal. He never had mentioned it since…
Apparently it hadn't been the first time for this poor kid either… Erik completely sympathized with him, but learned early what tough love was.
Eventually the kid would start talking, but he'd have to stop feeling attacked from every angle before he even said hello, and Erik anticipated that.
He would have to stay behind in the cells where it was safe. At least he'd have Sean to consol with, since they were probably the same age.
Erik rubbed a worn down rag against his wound and tried cleaning it until clean red blood flowed. He tied it up with a tourniquet and kept it bandaged. He couldn't stop for himself tonight, though Charles still tempted him.
By dinnertime, everyone heard about the Great White attack in the shower. He was idolized for his inane, crazy, and superhuman urge to kill and protect. Azazel mentioned the resounding crack of the man's neck when Shaw held him.
Erik laughed, but kept a close watch on the young boy. He noticed that he did look rather feminine and too boyish for a rough place like this. He wondered what he could have done to end up here… Eventually, everyone talked.
Nightfall was so full of anticipation. Erik could feel the pulse of energy burn around him. Everything seemed vivid and some of the others mistook Erik and thought he might have been high off cocaine or something. It just caused Erik to laugh. He was elated and the promise of blood was on the horizon.
He was in his cell when they called lights out. A match was the only thing that kept his features in view with the mirror. His reflection looked wicked in the darkness. He wore the legendary turtleneck that Charles had given him. The dark line over his left arm was mixed with charcoal dust he made with the candle and wax sheet of paper. Two twin lines were draw over beneath his eyes. Black etch marks were painted over his lips as he finalized the look of his demon. He intended to terrify others tonight.
After Shaw saw his face, he nodded in approval. Erik knew he was expected in the front lines, this wouldn't be a sneaky maneuver, but it relied solely on bloodlust and just how many you could kill.
The point was… not getting caught.
Erik kept the newcomer blonde, Sean, and Alex, against his wishes, to the back of Shaw's cell for protection. Azazel, Shaw, and he along with various recruits spread the word and bloodlust was on the rise. Word of mouth spread like wildfire and Erik started clicking open locks with his wax card that he'd burned together.
They were meant to keep quiet and then bring on the assault into the third wing, but something else caught Erik's eye.
Charles!
Before anything registered for Erik, he was shoved to the wall in an array of people. He hissed as he slammed into the wall. He recognized Charles' shouts. The second gate was open and the third was opening as well. Someone must have had the controls. Erik floored it with a slight limp and he ran into the second cell, finding nothing but a beaten bloody body that wasn't Charles, much to his joy. He stabbed at another inmate that wore the white suits that showed their color of evil.
Erik was fighting evil with a hellfire sword forged from his own evil. A godly form of injustice he became. He could no longer hear his cop in the distance, and he had to follow through with the plan or be flogged by his own men; which was worse than death alone.
Erik tore through two more white suits that the child molesters wore with a beautiful and violent grace that was Blut und Ehre.
He stood his ground as the other thirteen inmates were slain. The flash of brilliance burned his pupils. The officers were on them, flashlights and batons in hand. Erik knew when to leave and he spotted Charles in the flood of light. Those intense blue eyes burned his vision as well as the alabaster white skin. Erik seized him on both arms and headed for his cellblock. He didn't give a shit about anything else at the moment, save for the man in his arms. Charles fought him and shouted, but all Erik could do was laugh at Charles' sheer stupidity for fighting the inevitable.
His cell door slammed shut before the alarms rang off. Everything was pitch black and shrouded in darkness. Erik was high off the anticipation and energy the man against him possessed. His lips pushed hard against Charles' own. His rough hands were hiking up the officer's thighs against his midsection.
A sharp moan brought Erik down to reality, briefly before this man swept it away again in his innocence. Charles' hot breath slapped him in waves and he could see a hint of reflection in his eyes. He was indefinitely hungry for more. His teeth pulled and opened Charles' hot mouth and he explored him until his lips were swollen. Charles panted against him and Erik could feel his cock twitch in response at his need.
"Charles… I want you… need." He said in between out of breath kisses. Charles responded by wrapping his legs around Erik's waist, forcing his cock to complete erectness. He had never been so aroused in all his fucking life. He bit down until he could hear Charles yelp, but he quickly devoured the sound with kisses.
To be continued!