(A/N: So for some reason any mail I was getting for this story was getting sent to spam, so I didn't notice two reviews XD I never look inside the spam folder though so whoops. But thank you guys! Reviews make me happy, and give motivation to write! I have no idea how long this story is going to be, but I expect it to be pretty long. I think I might bump this up to M because I'm going to add some suggestive, but not explicit scenes. I won't if I get a complaint about it, though. I still don't own Vocaloid. None of them!)

After talking to his sister, Len was in high spirits. She sounded all right and stable. Just talking to her made him feel better. Before he went back to his cell though, he decided to stop by the communal bathroom.

Leon stood at the sink, washing his hands. Len thought for a second, staring at the blond haired green eyed male, should he do the polite thing and greet him? Or be obedient to Gakupo's wishes, and not?

Fuck Gakupo (not literally of course. That was just gross).

Len was an independent person. He could do what he wanted. He didn't have to listen to him. As he had this inner soliloquy, Leon finished washing his hands.

"Hey, Len. Waiting for me?" Leon smiled at him, and dried his hands. "I can take better care of you than Gakupo."

Len nervously returned the smile. "Um."

Leon came over to him, and clasped his hands. They were still a little wet, and it made it easier to slip his hand out, but he didn't. "He can get a little violent. Do you really want a violent person owning you?"

Leon had a point. Gakupo did seem to have a violent streak. His cheek still hurt from the rough wall. But besides that, he legitimately seemed to care for him. Or was that just Len being hopeful, and wanting Gakupo to like him?

"He likes to gamble. He lost his last kid in a bet with a gang. Do you really want to be gambled off and being owned by multiple men who could want at the same time?" Leon was so close to Len that his breath was washing over his face. He smelled minty.

Len's eyes went wide. "He what?"

"He's got a penchant for gambling, and he's willing to bet anything to make sure he's not in debt to anyone. He'd rather die than become somebody's property."

"He wouldn't do that to me." Len weakly protested.

"Oh he would. Trust me. I've known him since high school."

High School? Oh God. Was Leon also thirty three? He had thought Leon was in his late twenties, like he thought Gakupo was. And for a minute there, he actually thought Leon was attractive. Just slightly. His shaggy blond hair played a part, as did those emerald colored eyes which seemed thoroughly enthralled by him, those eyes which differed so much from Gakupo's knowing sapphire ones. The same sapphire eyes that held a bemused, tolerant glint.

Hell, prison was making him poetic.

And then Leon was on him, kissing him, pushing the small of his back to make him come closer.

Len's eyes were completely open, looking at Leon in surprise. Leon's eyes were closed, and he kissed him softly, as if he was afraid that if he kissed him too hard, then Len would shatter into a million of pieces.

He was so shocked, that he didn't push him away, he didn't struggle, he didn't do anything. He just gawked. Leon was kissing him. Just like Gakupo had the night before. So he had attracted two guys to him. He wondered if it was purely coincidental that the two had kissed him within twenty four hours of each other. Could Leon tell that Gakupo had claimed him, bodily, with a kiss?

Was it weird that he preferred Gakupo's fierce, possessive, vicious kiss? Maybe Leon had seen the bite marks on him. Gakupo had told him to wear them with pride, but Len was embarrassed, and had kept his head down to try and mask the fact that he had been kissed. By a man. By Gakupo.

Leon threaded his fingers into Len's hair, and took out his ponytail holder. Len continued to gawk, and he closed his eyes. He kept his arms at his side. Why didn't he resist? Was he trying, through some weird convoluted way, to be disobedient to Gakupo? To challenge him?

Then there were voices from outside the bathroom, and Len began to push against him. He didn't want it to be Dell, he didn't want it to be Kaito, and he especially didn't want it to be Gakupo. He didn't even want to be kissing Leon. Leon loosened his grip, but before fully letting go, he nipped Len's bottom lip, right where Gakupo had the night before.

"B-but Akaito. At l-least wait until w-we get into the bathroom." A soft, boy like voice pleaded.

That sounded sort of like Oliver. Len went to the sink, and pretended to be interested in his appearance, while Leon went into a stall. The bite mark that Gakupo had left on him was more noticeable. He touched it. Leon had bitten right where Gakupo had.

A tall male, who looked almost exactly like Kaito, came in, holding onto a flushed Oliver. The only difference between Kaito and the new guy was that the new guy had red hair and red eyes. (Didn't Oliver call him Akaito?) Akaito, if that was his name, didn't seem to notice Len. He shoved Oliver, face first, onto the wall, and began to kiss his neck.

At least Len thought Akaito was kissing Oliver's neck, until Oliver cried out in pain. Oliver turned around, but looked away when he saw Len's astonished face. Len looked back to the mirror, and tried to ignore them. Len left right as Akaito pulled Oliver into the stall next to the one Leon went into. He didn't really have to guess what they were going to do.

As he left the bathroom, he saw two inmates looking around, sort of like they were searching for something. These two also resembled Kaito, but not as much as Akaito had. He skirted around them, and went back to his cell. He had been gone a pretty long time. It was nearing time for all the prisoners to go back to their cell, and he was caught up in the wave of people. His cell came and went. Len could only look at it longingly, before being carried deeper into the prison.

Soon enough though, the crowd thinned out, and he was able to turn around to go back. At first, he hadn't realized the men next to him were talking about him. He was ignoring everybody around him.

"Look at that blond bitch. He's been bitten by his daddy. Right on his lip. It's like his daddy is flaunting the fact that he's got such a compliant slut."

"Think he's compliant enough to fuck? Maybe we could work out a deal with his daddy."

Once Len did realize that they were indeed talking about him, he shied away from them, and wanted nothing more than to just sprint back to his cell. Old men were creepy. This wasn't the first time he had heard men saying stuff like that about him. Frankly, they terrified him. He knew what people said about prison. The whole 'don't drop the soap' and the likes. Back in high school, that had just been a joke. Something you laughed about with your friends. But now that he was actually in prison, it seemed possible.

Somebody, presumably one of the men he had just overheard, grabbed his butt, and his pace increased. He didn't slow down until he got to his cell. He slowly retreated into his shelter.

Once again, Gakupo wasn't there. It was an opportune time to snoop around. It was all Gakupo's fault. If Gakupo was just a bit more open, then Len wouldn't have to look around for personal stuff to get a clue to him, his personality, his past. So far all he knew about Gakupo was that he was thirty three years old, he had some connection to Luki and Leon, said connection was most likely the reason they were in prison, and lastly, Gakupo liked inflicting pain.

Len looked around the mattress of the bottom bunk. There weren't any personal effects, no diary, no pictures, nothing. He frowned. Maybe there was something under his bed. He kneeled down, but couldn't see well, so he got on his knees, and bent over. There was something near the wall. He tried to reach it, and had to bend down even more.

A pair of hands grabbed his hips, and pulled him out from the bed.

"Naughty, naughty."

(*Snickers* The word naughty is funny.)