WHAT LAST FOREVER
Chapter 26
BETA: Hannah
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Jamez met the green-blue eyes which belonged to Trent Malfoy. He couldn't come up with something to say so he just stood there, staring like some moron. Marcus noticed his dilemma and rolled his eyes in a way that only he could.
"This is James…Jade, I'm sure you've heard of him by now," he said.
"Yeah? Is your friend capable in the art of speech?" Trent asked critically. Great, Jamez thought. Now he was stuck with a Malfoy who possessed Snape's personality. Did the misery never end?
"Usually he is. Right now it seems like it is stuck somewhere down his throat though," Marcus said with amusement. That brought Jamez back to reality.
"Shut the hell up Marcus!" he said with a glare. He turned to Trent and said: "It is a pleasure meeting you although you were not at all what I expected, then again I don't know you yet," he said calmly. He did not reach out his hand because he vividly remembered Marcus saying something about how you really shouldn't touch Trent unless he initiated it first. Jamez respected that because he himself didn't like being touched, he was more used to it since he entered the wizarding society, but he wasn't quite there yet. He was still disturbed by it sometimes.
"Malfoy!" a guard shouted and Jamez had the time to take a thorough look at Trent. He wasn't the typical Malfoy by looks, in fact he looked the very opposite. While his hair was still quite long it had a feeling of 'just shagged' by looks of things he was also much younger than Lucius and he must have been a teenager when he got Marcus. The most amazing thing with Trent was that he had black hair, not blonde. It was quite stunning to look at him. He looked very dramatic, and yet he had a boyish charm. He didn't much look like a Malfoy, but yet there were some traces in the facial lines and there was something else about the man that Jamez couldn't quite explain. Perhaps it was the way he held himself, with a certain amount of self-assurance and even arrogance.
"What?" Trent spat out and turned to face the guard.
"Come on now, I will show you to your new 'home';" the guards said and Trent snorted.
"Home indeed," he said to his son Marcus and rolled his eyes. Jamez identified that gesture immediately as something Marcus had copied down perfectly. What was it with all the Malfoy children copying their dads? Was it something genetic? Jamez shook his head. Malfoys are weird, he decided.
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Together with Marcus he followed Trent and the guard to Trent's pod. It wasn't far away from theirs, and with some good will you might even have a view into their room, just a small area but a view all the same. The guard dropped them off and let Trent get familiar with his new cell by his own means.
"So how did you manage to get me here you little slut?" Trent asked Marcus once the guard was out of hearing range. Jamez became pretty shocked at that statement. He had gotten the distinct feeling that the two Malfoys were pretty close. Had he been mistaken that badly? Then why else would Trent call his son a slut? It didn't even look like Trent was joking when he said it. He glanced over at Marcus's face and saw he was unfazed. He looked quite nonchalant. Perhaps he was masking his hurt?
"Don't you know already?" Marcus drawled. Trent only raised his eyebrow. "Fine, I let a guard fuck me… and since I am the delicious being that I am, I managed to get the guard to obey my request of getting you in here. It is so much easier plotting our escape when you're here." Trent let a small smile show as he began to examine his new bed, and with everything that went with it.
"Is that so? You enjoyed it, didn't you?" he asked with a smirk. Jamez didn't understand anything at all.
"Just a little bit," Marcus murmured.
"What are you talking about!" Jamez demanded to know. He needed to know. How the hell was he supposed to relate to those two if they continued talking above his head?
"You haven't told him, have you Marcus?" Trent asked and looked at his son who looked out the window.
"Tell me what Marcus?" When Marcus didn't answer but chose to ignore him instead Jamez turned to Trent. "Tell me!" he said and began to get angry.
"You're no fun sweetheart, look at you, you're getting all worked up. Fuck this, I better fucking tell you before you pop it," Trent said and patted the bed as he sat down. He clearly wanted Jamez to join him. With a slight hesitation he sat down. He didn't really expect Trent to do something to him, but he couldn't be sure of that yet.
"Well?" he said when he sat down.
"Impatient as well? I sort of like that," Trent said in a flirtatious voice and Jamez tried to stand up and storm away. God he was tired of flirting! He didn't count on Trent and that was his mistake. Before he could storm away Trent had quickly grabbed his around the middle and pulled him back. As a result Jamez lost his balance and fell down in Trent's lap. So there he was, caught in Trent's strong arms. Was it possible for someone to be that strong?
"Let go of me!" he hissed up in Trent's amused face. Marcus was standing impassive at the window. Trent pretended to think over the request.
"Hmm, Let's see…no," he said down in his face so Jamez could feel his hot breath. With a huge emotion filled sigh that came from the very bottom of his soul he gave up.
"There is no fucking use arguing with Malfoys," he said sourly and Trent laughed.
"That is correct my delicious friend. Now, about my son… Didn't he tell you about the one time when I came into his bedroom and he was all tied up in leather straps and dangling above the bed, dressed in his bare skin?" Trent looked into Jamez wide eyes and laughed again. "I guess not, huh? Well, he did. He dangled… He wasn't alone as you can understand. Next to him there was a fully erect… man equipped with whips and… Cream was it?"
First now Marcus decided to join the conversation.
"How many times do I have to tell you, it was LUBE not fucking CREAM!" he yelled and Jamez realised that father and son had had this conversation many times before. Apparently it greatly amused Trent who seemed to love teasing people, even family.
"Whatever you say son," Trent said in a sceptical voice that even made Jamez want to throttle him. How did the man manage to pull that enervating voice off? He could see Marcus was fighting with himself as he turned back to the window again. He too would probably like to kill his father even if the man quite obviously was Marcus's idol.
"Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, and you can imagine what those two were up to, can't you?" Trent asked and wriggled his eyebrows, making Jamez blush like a virgin.
"I'd rather not think about it," Jamez whispered. "In fact, I'd rather not hear about it either," he added to Trent's amusement.
"Aw, it was just starting to become good! Oh well, I won't tell you how both of them failed to notice me in the room, neither will I tell you how the other man slammed into my son's ass, that deviously thick cock driving in and out of Marcus until he reached completion or how-"
"FATHER!" Marcus screeched, putting an end to Trent's description and for that Jamez was very grateful. He was almost, only almost, becoming hard. Not that he was gay or anything of course, he quickly thought.
Yeah right, keep telling yourself you didn't enjoy hearing about that, a voice said in his head.
Shut up, he sneered at himself in his mind. Great, I'm losing it.
"My point was that my son likes BD/SM, and I bet he liked getting rough with that guard," Trent finished, raising his voice in order to be heard over Marcus's voice.
"That was a one timer! I was just experimenting!" Marcus defended himself at once.
"Keep telling yourself that," Trent murmured so only Jamez heard. "He enjoyed it," Trent continued to say and gave Jamez a wink and a charming smile.
"FATHER! WHAT ARE YOU TELLING HIM?" Marcus bellowed, and a couple of inmates passing by the pod stopped to watch the show. Marcus strode over and angrily wrenched the door open. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT? DON'T YOU HAVE SOMETHING BETTER TO DO? FUCK OFF OR I'LL KICK YOUR NUTS IN!" he bellowed in all his might and Trent doubled over in laugher.
"You're all insane," Jamez whispered astonished.
LATER
Jamez had no idea how the argument between Marcus and Trent ended, because at a point when Trent had laughed very hard he took the opportunity to slip out the door and hide. He did not have a problem with being alone in X899, because he had killed one of the most feared inmates, and no one dared to touch him now. With that said he chose to go and sit down in one of the many sofas they had there. He watched TV with the other inmates. On screen there was some dull documentary about animals, they never showed 'normal' TV in prisons, but it was better than nothing and it made time pass. Come to think of it gorillas could be pretty fascinating, when they came in human form that is. Draco Malfoy would know all about that, what with Crabbe and Goyle.
He sighed and the closest inmate inched away from him slightly while he glared. What did they think he'd do? It was bothersome to see them act like that, they were the tough guys for Christs sake! He was also becoming slightly irritated because he needed to feed soon. Being part vampire had it's benefits, but it also had its downs. He seriously doubted he could feed on just anyone, without killing that someone. He couldn't leave any witnesses behind. It would be a further issue. His stomach clenched in warning. Not too far off, he decided.
He saw Trent wave at him from the second floor. Marcus was no where to be seen, so perhaps their fight was over for now. Anyhow he decided to go and find out.
"What's up?" he asked once he was close enough to Trent.
"Depends on what you're asking about. If it's about my disgrace of a son he is taking a shower, he has always been a vain fuck. Was that what you wanted to know?"
Jamez nodded silently. Trent's eyes racked over his body, but they didn't do it in lust or appreciation. It simply seemed like a check up to him. Maybe Trent found what he was looking for because he nodded slightly to himself. Before Jamez could ask him about the odd situation he spoke.
"Come on Jamez, it's time we had a little talk," he said. Jamez wasn't sure he liked the sound of that, but with a great deal of apprehension he followed Trent back to the pod. Trent held the door open so Jamez entered first. He almost jumped when the door closed with a snap. Trent leaned against the door but made no further movements to enter the pod.
"Alright, spill," Trent finally said after being silent for a while. Jamez looked up with surprise. He had previously been staring at the white floor.
"Spill what exactly?" he asked incredulously. Trent gave him a wry little smile and what he said next surprised Jamez into almost having a heart attack.
"How did you become part vampire?" Jamez stared at Trent. What the fuck… he thought incredulous.