If there were to be a list of all the crimes ever committed, Sano Manjiro would have crossed out the majority of the numbering. Held captive in Tokyo's Shibuya prison, the notorious gangster already had a number of inmates who idolized him wishing to serve under him. He had more authority than the so-called warden himself, even guards feared the young man serving life in their prison.
Manjiro, who notoriously goes by Mikey, had already served ten years of his life sentence in the hell hole after being charged at the age of nineteen for the attempted murder of his ex-boyfriend Hanagaki Takemichi. There was no way he was winning that case. The police had been trying to catch the young lad since the age of fifteen, now, thanks to his ex, the cops finally had him.
In those ten years Mikey had changed drastically, did he grow taller? Short answer, no. But, he did tattoo his skin, a black dragon along his neck, his sibling's names on his biceps, and a silver piercing on the left side of his nose. His hair was no longer his natural blonde, but dyed black with an undercut.
It was free time in the prison, Mikey sat around the cafeteria with his crew playing a game of cards, other prisoners were out in the yard taking a breath outside in the cool weather. He surrounded himself with the friends he made inside the prison, other gangsters, and menaces to society like him. Ryuguji Ken, his right-hand man, Keisuke Baji, Takashi Mitsuya, Haruchiyo Sanzu, and twin brothers, Kawata and Souta also called smiley and angry.
"Fuck!" Baji throws his cards down on the table, upset at losing this round of blackjack.
"That's game," Mitsuya smiles in triumph. The twins snicker at Baji's loss. "That's another bar of candy you owe us Baji." Mitsuya teases.
Mikey smiles, stifling his laughter, and puts his cards down. He rests his chin in the palm of his hand, looking around at the dull interior. He was stuck here for the rest of his life. None of the guys he was sitting with was serving life like him. They would eventually get released and get to taste freedom again.
"Matsuno!" a guard that was keeping watch calls out to one of the few prisoners that were sitting by themselves. A newbie who Mikey hadn't gotten familiar with raises his head from the table he was sulking on. "Your lawyer is here."
"What lawyer? I don't have any money for a lawyer." The sulking man grumbles back.
"Get up and come with me." The guard walks over and handcuffs him. Ushering the man outside the cafeteria.
Mikey watches in boredom. He didn't have money to hire a lawyer either, not that he would need one anyway. The courts had made their final decision. It was either life or death, even if he was sentenced to the death penalty he'd still have to wait years to be executed.
"You got your eyes on that one right Baji?" Ken, who is well known as Draken asks the long, dark-haired man as he watches the guy walk out of the cafeteria by his collar.
"He doesn't belong to anyone just yet so I'm gonna make him my bitch!" Baji plasters a toothy malicious smile.
Speaking of bitches, Mikey had a lot, almost everyone outside his group was a bitch to him. The only bitch he'd been sexual with is Sanzu. The psychotic pretty boy sitting next to him intentionally dropped his soap in front of Mikey on his first day in prison. His fearless action made Mikey take a liking to him. Ever since that day they'd been having sex in each other cells or in undisturbed places.
"Is that his lawyer?" Nagoya asks, staring straight ahead at the transparent plastic window. "What's his bitch ass staring at? We're not animals in a zoo! You wanna die?!"
"Smiley! Stop raising your voice, he can't hear you!" Souta argues with his older brother.
Mikey directs his gaze from the pierced, undercut man being escorted by the police to the transparent window that Smiley and angry were fixated by. His eyes narrowed at the man once they made eye contact. He was dressed in a black suit with a blue tie to match his blue eyes. Mikey knew this person's face all too well. Hanagaki Takemichi, his ex-lover.
Another officer escorts Takemichi away, Mikey watches as he walks away. "All that studying paid off huh?" Mikey mutters to himself.
"He wouldn't last a night here, poor fella would be getting visits to his cell every night." Mitsuya collects the cards off of the table.
"His face looks punchable." Baji and Smiley speak at the same time.
"S-stop it you two!" Angry berates them.
"My king? What's on your mind? You seem to be in deep thought." Sanzu snuggles closer to Mikey.
Mikey was indeed in deep thought. He hadn't seen Takemichi since his trial. That bastard! How dare he show up here?! His stomach boils with anger. He got up from the table, brows furrowed together, it was time to pay that bastard a visit. "Follow me," Mikey orders his entourage.
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Takemichi's stomach felt weak once he saw Mikey again. It's been years since he saw his abuser. He should've just kept his head down and followed the cop without stopping, but a small piece of him wanted to see how he was doing.
He remembered vividly that night he was studying for his upcoming test. He was studying to get into law school at the time and staying with Mikey in his penthouse apartment. He'd made dinner so Mikey could eat when he came home from doing whatever gang bangers do. Mikey promised him he wouldn't get him caught up in his criminal activities and he kept that promise. He also told him how it was getting harder and harder to control his dark impulses.
Never would he think that Mikey would lose complete control and almost beat him to death. Broken nose, bruised eyes, swollen cheeks, dislocated jaw, and a bloody mouth. Almost beating him unconscious. He was thankful Mikey's sister Emma had stopped by the apartment that night. She'd try to pry Mikey off of him which resulted in her getting hurt.
Hearing her cry, Mikey seemed to snap out of it. He remembered the glimpse of fear on Mikey's face once he realized what he'd done. He'd left the apartment that night, in panic.
Takemichi grips his pants at the gruesome memory.
"He'll be here any moment." The cop informs him.
"Y-you'll be standing guard the entire time right? The other prisoners won't enter the room?" Takemichi asks for reassurance.
"They're not allowed in this area without supervision and being handcuffed."
Takemichi nods and swallows the throw-up that had been building up in the pits of his stomach since he drove his way here. Working as a public defender he'd taken on the case of Matsuno Chifuyu. A man around his age, charged with robbery of a pet store, stealing a bag of cat food and litter.
"I'm gonna step out and see what's taking so long. I'll be back so wait right here." The cop tells Takemichi before leaving the room.
Takemichi took the time alone to take out Chifuyu's files. He was being charged with two years, but with the confidence, he can possibly help his client serve a maximum of six months. It was only cat food and litter, the suspect was unarmed too, which worked better in his favor.
He stared up at the clock ticking on the wall. The cop had been gone for a few minutes now. What was taking them so long? He didn't want to spend all day in this place!
The door finally opens and in walks, the person Takemichi was hoping not to see.
Mikey closes the door behind him, staring at the occupant in the room. After ten years he finally faced Takemichi again.
"By the looks of your face...it seems like you've missed me." He teases the already scared man.
"G-g-get out! I'm not here to see you! Guards! Help! Somebody!" Takemichi stutters, panicking as he calls out for help.
"Guards? They won't be coming back for a little while." Mikey steps closer.
Takemichi slowly steps back as Mikey approaches him, his legs wobbling with fear as he loses his balance and falls on his behind. The pool of tears wetting his eyes, he looked at Mikey in fear. His eyes were darker than usual, was this even Mikey anymore?!
"P-please, leave me alone...please…" Takemichi sobs. Powerless and utterly useless.
Mikey stood above him in his white t-shirt and orange uniform bottoms. He looks down at the sobbing boy, "You've always been a crybaby." He kneels down and grabs Takemichi by the back of his neck, bringing him to a kiss.
Mikey would be lying if he said he didn't miss Takemichi. He craved his body almost every day as he rotted in this place. Reminiscing on those days they would make love. Sanzu was good, but he didn't bring him the same satisfaction Takemichi did.
Takemichi sobs as Mikey forces his tongue in his mouth. He tried to push him off but his hold on his neck was too strong. He hated himself for being weak and powerless against Mikey.
Mikey pulls away, leaving a trail of saliva from their messy kiss, his dark eyes staring at teary blue eyes. He leans in and whispers into Takemichi's left ear, "I missed you, Takemitchy." He licks his ear and places his hand on Takemichi's groin.
"No!" Heat creeps up to Takemichi's cheeks as Mikey's hot tongue licks all over his ear and his hand trying to erect his soft penis.
The bottom man tries to push Mikey off of him again only to fail miserably. Mikey rips open Takemichi's shirt, loose buttons rolling onto the floor.
He plants a wet kiss on Takemichi's cheek before kissing his way down to the jawline, collarbone, then pink nipple. He licks over the pink bud before teasing it between his teeth. Playing with the other nipple by swirling it under his finger and tugging at it lightly.
Takemichi lets out a whimper. He grips Mikey by the hair pulling him away from his heated body. Eyes furious with tears. "I still hate you...for what you did to me and Emma."
Mikey looks at him with no remorse, he grabs Takemichi by the throat. Takemichi's grip on Mikey's hair immediately loosened and instead held onto the hand that gripped his throat. He chokes for air as Mikey's grip tightens. His teary eyes blurred his vision.
With everything in his, he reaches up attempting to gouge Mikey's eyes out with his thumbs. Mikey pulls him forward before pushing him to the ground.
Wheezing for air, Mikey lets go of Takemichi's throat and instead fiddles with the lawyer's pants. As Takemichi was trying to catch his breath Mikey successfully pulled down his pants. He slides his shoes off before pulling his pants off completely, his boxers easily sliding off with the pants as well.
Mikey leans back on his toes taking in the view. A sobbing Takemichi with legs spread open, chest rising and falling with every shaky breath.
"You're not hard?" Mikey frowns in disappointment. He lathers his index and middle finger with saliva from his mouth before hiding them inside Takemichi's hole.
Takemichi grits his teeth, he refuses to let the pleasure from below overwhelm his hatred for this man. Mikey smirks down at him and leans over, propping an elbow next to Takemichi's head, shoving his tongue back into his mouth.
Mikey sucks on his tongue and lets goes, licking a running tear from Takemichi's left eye. "Salty." He comments. He presses against Takemichi's walls, hoping to get a reaction.
Takemichi glares at him through his wet lashes, he could feel his penis starting to rise from receiving so much pleasure down there. It'd been a while since he slept with a man. After his incident with Mikey, he met a woman named Hina at his work firm. They instantly connected and befriended each other, but she was engaged so he stood no chance with her.
His dating life was pushed to the side since he devoted himself to his work as a public defender.
Mikey pulls his fingers out of him and slips his orange pants down to rest under his hips. Takemichi looked at Mikey's already erected penis. There was no way he was letting Mikey have his way with him.
He scoots away, but Mikey just crawled towards him. "Where do you think you're going?" Mikey grabs him by the legs, holding him in place.
Takemichi takes his free leg to kick Mikey away. Kicking him in the groin. Mikey immediately lets go of Takemichi groaning over in pain. No one had dared hurt him in his ten years of incarceration.
Takemichi stands up and makes a run for the door while Mikey is distracted. He didn't care that he was naked, he needed to find a guard and get out of here!
He opens the door to face the back of a tall inmate dressed in orange. He was bald with an innocent black dragon tattoo on his scalp. The tall man looks over his shoulder with an annoyed expression on his face.
Takemichi stumbles back in fear. He knew this man. Ken Ryuguji. He was also a notorious criminal and sentenced to sixty years in prison, with no parole. The judge might as well have given him the life sentence like Mikey.
"Sorry Ken-chin, I'll be just a moment longer." Takemichi heard behind him.
Before Takemichi could turn around, Mikey took hold of Takemichi's neck, gripping him from the back, and closed the door with his free hand. He pushes Takemichi against the wall near the door
"That man you just met, that's Ken-chin. A good friend of mine." Mikey positions himself for Takemichi's opening. "He's going to be an uncle to our child, so make sure you let our kid visit him."
Mikey forces himself into the tight space, receiving a cry from Takemichi.
"Nngh!...please…" Takemichi begs. New tears poured from his eyes.
Mikey didn't stop, not at the constant pleas and begging. If anything, it made him want to go even deeper.
"Ah...ha...ha...s-stop, it hurts!" Takemichi pants, his tongue deadweight on his bottom lip, his mouth over salivating. He could feel Mikey's penis rub the walls of his abdomen.
Mikey bites Takemichi's shoulder as he fastens his pace. He reached around Takemichi's waist to jerk his penis as he came close to his climax. Takemichi's mind becomes cloudy. Mikey was taking him from the front and back, he tried his best not to get lost in lust. But- it felt so good.
Takemichi felt a hot tongue licking over his shoulder, then in his ear, "Let's cum together." Mikey's husky voice whispers in his ear.
Takemichi shuts his eyes, everything was hot and wet, he could feel the juice from his behind trickle down his legs. He curls his toes and throws his head back. Releasing what he'd pent up in the front. "Nngh! Ah!"
Mikey shoots his hot seed deep inside Takemichi, burying him with semen. The hole starts to overflow with cum and Mikey pulls out of the exhausted man, the remains of his climax painting Takemichi's back.
Mikey steps back, panting. He watches as Takemichi slides down on the floor, trembling. Sniffles can be heard along with Takemichi's heavy breathing.
Mikey pulls his pants back up over his hips. Getting ready to leave the room.
"I wished you'd gotten death instead of life." Takemichi sobs slumped against the wall. The contents inside his behind leaking out.
Mikey only tsk before leaving the room. Leaving the man to cry to himself.
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"You're going in maximum for a long time once they find out," Draken informs the smaller guy as they walk side by side back to where they'd held Chifuyu and the knocked-out guards captured.
"Yup. I know." Mikey gloats.