A/N: Okay so I know it's been a while since I last updated but things having been going crazy once I started school and I barely have time to even write since it's my senior year and have to start applying for college and what not. Anyway, I went back to read the first chapter of this fic and discovered a couple of things that were wrong and probably might have confused some of you, so I am going to clear them up right now.

Robin's

Roommates names are:

Grant

Delgado

Smith

Matthews (he is the oldest in the group if you guys remember and I put him as Marshall by mistake so that's been changed.)

Prison Uniforms:

Newbies: Burgundy

Minimum Security: Dark Green Scrubs

Medium Security: Orange Scrubs

Maximum Security: Grey Scrubs

HOPE THIS CLEARS EVERYTHING UP!

Warnings: Major Slash, Drama, Violence, and Crime

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans

Chapter 3: New Roommate

I left the orientation feeling like I wasted a good part of my day listening to the guards explain what the rules were, where to go, and the 'fun' activities to do here. I almost laughed when one of the officers put on a video about Jump City's Federal Prison and how much care they had for the facilities and the inmates, how they put all of our priorities first so our stay here is as stress free as possible. Seriously, they were just wasting their time showing us a video that only should only be shown to people who live in elderly homes or a psychiatric facility.

However, I was really happy that the inmates weren't looking at me anymore with their aroused stares. It was an amazing feeling of not having to watch over my back only to meet the disgusting eyes of grown men and their leering grins. So walking back to my rooms was very enjoyable and somewhat peaceful.

"You better be careful with who you talk to, boy." Matthews's rough, tired voice said.

"Excuse me?" I asked confused.

"Stay away from that Wilson fellow."

"Why?" I questioned not really understanding where Matthews was going.

"He's dangerous."

I cocked my head to the side and looked at him strangely. "Aren't we all?"

He sighed in frustration and sat up staring me straight in eyed. "That man is different from all of us I can feel it."

"How do you know this?"

"I have heard rumors about the kind of man he is and they are not good."

"Thank you for the warning, however I'll think I'll risk it."

"Are you sure you?"

"Why are you so worried about me? Grant sai-"

Matthews scoffed. "Grant is a psychopath and the only reason he isn't wearing a red uniform was because he got charged for Manslaughter instead of First-Degree Murder."

"Did he tell you that?" I asked not really sure what to believe anymore.

"It took a while, but he did. Anyway, if you know what's good for you, stay away from Wilson."

"Like I said, I'll risk it." I told him firmly.

He shook his head in exasperation and went back to his bed. "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you."

"Whatever." I said pushing his warning aside and sat on my bed as I thought about my phone call with my family. I missed them so much already and it's only been a day, yet I felt like a part of me was missing. Is this how it's going to be for the rest of my life? Only seeing them once a day and only being able to call them when the phone is free? - No, I shouldn't be thinking this way! I did what was right; what needed to be done for my family and I know my parents will be proud.

"Hey, Kid. How's the throat?" Grant asked me in mock concern breaking me out of my thoughts.

I glared at him. "Leave me alone."

"Are you getting sick? Or is it because Marshall fucked your mouth too hard?" He kept saying mockingly.

"Grant, that's enough." Matthews said.

"Why are you defending him? Are you friends now?" Grant asked.

Matthews scoffed. "Don't be so full yourself; I just don't want to listen to any of your problems when I'm in this room."

"Alright, old man, I'll give the kid a break." Grant said with fake sincerity.

I watched their entire conversation uneasily as I realized that Grant was just humoring Matthews and was far from done with me. I tensed when Grant turned around and made his way toward me again until he was less than a foot away from me and before I could react, Grant grabbed me by the arm and pulled me against his chest.

"Don't think that it's over between us, Grayson." Grant purred in my ear. Yet before I could I say anything, Grant released me from his hold and went back to his bed like nothing ever happened.

I didn't bother trying to ask the others for help as I was quickly realizing that the others were too scared of Grant and were not going to try to help. So the only thing I could do is leave the room before I did something that would put me I'm even more danger.

The feeling of the cool air brushing my face as I stepped outside made the stress I've been feeling immediately begin to fade away and I lazily began to make my way down to the track that looked deserted. As I walked, I avoided the people who were sitting, standing, or walking in their own group because I didn't want to start a new problem with anyone else. And fortunately, none of them attempted to walk towards me and kept to themselves.

By the time I made my way to the track, I saw Wilson jogging and for the third time I stopped to gaze at him. The way the sun hit his white hair just right that it made it look like he had a halo around his head and the light sheen of sweat on his skin took my breath away; even though I couldn't see the rest of his body, I could almost imagine how amazing it looked. So I stood there for who knows how long, staring at him jogging around and probably looking like an idiot until Wilson jogged right in front of me making me jump in surprise.

"Is there a reason why you are staring at me?" Wilson asked me.

"I-I wasn't staring at you." I stuttered completely at a loss at what to say without making a huge fool of myself.

"Don't play me for a fool." He sneered softly.

"I don't think you're a fool, I just…"

"Spit it out. I'm losing my patience."

"I was just trying to come up with a reason to go up and talk to you." I admitted softly.

"Why on earth would you want to speak with me?" He asked me curiously.

"Well, because you are the only person I feel like I could really talk to."

He smirked. "Grayson, you and I have only spoken to each other for less than ten minutes and you have already created a friendship between us?"

I scowled at him beginning to get angry at him for making me fun me. "No, I have not created a make believe friendship between us. I've already learned my lesson about trusting someone the first moment I met them."

"Yes, I've heard that you got into some disagreement with one of your roommates."

"How did you hear about that?" I asked him shocked.

"The same way everyone else knows about what happened between you and Marshall."

"Wha…"

"Word travels fast in here, Grayson."

I felt myself pale and my hands begin to shake at thought of everyone knowing what I did. I felt so dirty that all I wanted to do is go take a shower.

"Calm down. There is nothing you can do about it now." He told me like it wasn't a big deal which only got me upset.

"Calm down? You're telling me to calm down! I've barely been here for a week and I have been groped, almost raped, and threatened. I can barely sleep and now here you are telling me my whole entire business is out in the open for everyone to see and make fun of me for how weak I am!" By the time I was done ranting, I was panting harshly and felt happy that I was finally able to get my feelings out.

"Are you done?" Wilson asked me calmly like I wasn't screaming at him a few seconds ago.

"Yes." I huffed.

"Now I am not one to sugarcoat anything, so here is the cold hard truth: suck it up because no one cares about your feelings, no one in here is going to care if they see you cry, and just be glad that you weren't killed in the shower a few days ago."

"That's easy for you to say since you don't have your roommate threatening you." I told him coldly as I stared at his large body.

"Yes, some people know when to stay away from dangerous people." He told me.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that instead of following the others by avoiding me, you do anything possible to get near me."

I blushed embarrassed. "T-that's not true."

"Really? You could have turned the other way when you saw me and yet you decided to stand here and wait for me to come up to you. I even bet that you would have stayed here all day watching me." Wilson said smugly and all I wanted to do is punch that smile off his face.

"S-shut up!"

"I think it's very sweet that you have a little crush me, little bird." He smirked and moved closer to me.

"What are you doing?" I told him nervously as I stepped back to put more space between us.

"Did you think I have forgotten what you told me the other day. What was it that you told me?"'

I gulped nervously. "I should get going, lunch is about t-" When I turned away, Wilson's large hand pulled me back against his hard chest and I immediately froze.

"Ah, yes now I remember. You told me you wanted me." He whispered.

"I-I didn't me-"

"Oh, but you did. It's not every day that I get someone as beautiful as you comes up to me and offers themselves so easily."

"I wasn't offering myself." I told him meekly trying to control my pounding heart.

"No matter, I-"

Fortunately the loud bell signaling that lunch was starting went off and I wrenched myself away from his hold and tried to control my breathing again.

"Well, I guess we should better head in for lunch, don't want to miss it, right?" I smiled awkwardly at Wilson.

"Robin."

"Um...yes, Wilson?" I asked curiously and as I stared at him I didn't know what to make of his expression.

"I want you too."

"Wha-"I gasped.

"Yes, little bird. I want you under me with your legs spread wide open for me as I pound into you, I want you screaming my name so loud that the other prisoners can hear." Wilson growled in my ear.

I gasped and felt a tightening in my pants as his words began to turn me on and at that moment all I wanted to do was lay down in the ground and let Wilson have his way with me.

"You seem to like that idea very much, little bird." Wilson said looking down at my arousal.

"Don't look!" I yelled hiding my erection with my hands.

Wilson smirked. "Why not? Don't you want that?"

I blushed. "I…um…I-"

However, before I could get my bearings and answer back, a tall, gaunt, angry-looking man with murky brown eyes came marching towards us with a black expandable baton in his hands.

"Inmates! Are you deaf? Did you not hear the alarm?"

He stared at us condescendingly. "Was your conversation so important that you chose to ignore one of the rules?"

"No, sir. I-"

"Who said you could speak?" He asked coldly and I noticed that he began to tap his baton lightly against his thigh.

I was about to respond but a quick glance from Wilson made me stop and instead I shook my

"What's your name?"

"Grayson."

"Hmm, judging by your uniform you must be new, correct?" He said.

I nodded.

"Don't play smart with me boy. When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer." He sneered.

"I-yes, sir." I said softly.

"Good. Now Wilson, why are you hanging around with this new one?" He asked suspiciously.

"No reason Officer." Wilson said politely.

"Wilson, why don't you go on ahead while I speak to Grayson for a few minutes?"

I noticed Wilson tense up and I looked at him confused at his reaction. "Officer, I mean no disrespect, but Wilson was going to show me around the facility and help me around. Is it possible to speak some other time?" I asked very gently and making my eyes look as big and innocent as possible.

The Officer cocked his head. "Be glad that you're very good-looking Grayson." He complimented me as his roved over my whole body.

"Thank you, Officer." I told him wanting to get away from him as fast as possible.

I was silent as Wilson led the way back inside the building and I thought about what he told me and I blushed as my mind decided to present me with the raunchy images of us doing what he described and more.

"Grayson?"

"Hm…yes Wilson?"

"I suggest that you keep your distance from that guard."

"who was he?"

"His name is Officer Scott and he is one of the worst guards here."

"What does he do?" I asked curiously.

Wilson stopped walking and turned to face me. "He offers the inmates drugs in return for favors."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh." Wilson said then began to walk to the cafeteria once more.

The moment we entered the large room I quickly made my way to the line with Wilson already ahead of me. Unfortunately making the line was all for nothing when once again I tried to get a tray the server passed it on to the person next to me.

"You can't be serious?"

"Next." He said again and when I attempted to grab one of the trays the guy pulled it away and said next again. I wanted to scream out my frustration and every other emotion I felt since I got here but, instead I growled quietly to myself and walked towards the same table Wilson sat on.

"Where you so hungry that you could not wait to sit down?" He joked as he bit into a piece of bread.

"That would be funny, if I was actually given a plate." I pouted angrily.

"You were denied a tray." Wilson stated obviously.

"For the second time today."

"You're not missing out on much, frankly I am not too sure on what I'm eating myself."

"Well, at this point I really don't care as long as I get to eat something."

"No one told you to disobey Marshall."

I snarled. "You think I'm some weak-minded kid who can't take care of himself that would look for the first sigh of protection? Wilson, you have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Oh, really? Then what are you capable of little bird?" He chuckled.

"Interested now, aren't you?" I said playfully quickly forgetting the hunger I was feeling before.

"Of course, for a boy you are very intriguing." He said.

"Oh, Wilson. It is going to take a lot more for me to confess what I did than your voice and good looks." I said wistfully in Russian.

"You speak Russian?" He asked surprised.

"Among other things." I answered and I could not help but smirk smugly at catching him off guard.

"Like what?" Wilson asked inquisitively.

I smirked. "That Wilson, is what you are going to have to find out some other time."

Wilson keened at me and I no longer felt as confident as I did a few seconds ago.

"Then you must know how much I love puzzles, little bird." He said in perfect Russian with a grin on his face.

If I thought I was only physically attracted to Wilson before, now it's slowly turning into a full blown obsession; almost as if something in my body was drawing me to him closer and closer to the point where I needed to know everything about him like where did he learn to speak Russian? What did he do to land himself here? There were so many things I wanted to know and for the first time I felt happy that I'll have the time to find out more.

So I sat in front of Wilson once again staring at him eat like I have done before no longer trying to hide it as I knew that Wilson would catch me anyway.

"Didn't I tell you that it's rude stare?" He asked me.

"I need to do something to distract me from my empty stomach."

"I'm happy that I could be of service." Wilson said sarcastically.

I smiled. "I really appreciate it." And just to annoy him even more, I got up from my seat and quickly made way to Wilson's side and straddled the bench sitting close enough that I could feel his body heat and our knees almost touched.

"Now this much better, I got the best seat in the house." I grinned.

"Cute." He told me affectionately.

"I aim to please."

Wilson laughed softly and went back to finish his meal, which didn't take long since there wasn't much left then Wilson got up and made his way out of the cafeteria with me right on his tail.

"So...what do we do now?" I asked him casually.

"I plan on returning to my room and maybe read until dinner." He simply said.

I tried not sound disappointed but I think Wilson heard me when he stopped walking.

"You are more than welcome to join me."

"I'll love to! I-I mean okay, sure." I accepted trying and failing to not excited.

"Follow me."

Wilson's cell was a lot smaller than mine and that's only because he was the only one occupying it. There was a small desk, a plastic chair, and the bunk bed pushed up against the wall.

"You don't have a roommate?"

"No, they transferred him to another cell a few weeks ago."

"Where you two close?"

"No, I'm glad he left, the man was getting on my nerves that I considered desecrating in his sleep."

I chortled-definitely not giggle-as I made my way to his bed and sat down.

"I bet you must love having this room to yourself. I know it's not much, but it must be nice to be able to get away from everyone." I told him wishing that I had a room to myself.

"I do." He told me as he sat down on the plastic chair.

"I would kill to have this room all to my self...or at least share it with you." I confessed quietly.

The room was silent for a few seconds the moment I said those words and even though I knew that Wilson is very attracted to me, I feared that he'll kick me out if his room and never speak to me again.

"Come here, Grayson." Wilson commanded calmly as he patted his thigh.

Not thinking for a second longer I got up and practically jumped on his lap as I wrapped my arms around his neck and carefully began to play with his soft, white hair.

"Would you really want to room with me?" He asked me seriously.

"Yes."

"I am not an easy man, Grayson." He told me sternly.

"I never expected you to be, but I don't care."

"If I manage to get you reassigned to my room there are rules you must follow."

I gave him an incredulous look. "You can't be serious."

He grabbed my hand and began to play with it carelessly. "I am very serious and they're not that different from the standard ones they give here, except two."

I cocked my head. "Which are?"

"I expect full honesty from you and you must listen to me no matter what. Understood?"

"Understood...wait, does this make me your prison wife?"

Wilson laughed loudly making me shake a bit in his lap. "What? I'm being serious." I whined.

"To the others I suppose you would be, however, I won't require you to sleep with me." Wilson assured me still letting out few random chuckles.

I played with his hair and thought about his offer and how perfect it sounded. So it was really a no brainer even though there was one problem I had.

"Um...whatifIwanttosleepwithyou?"

"Grayson, you are going to have to speak a lot slower for me to understand what you just said."

I took a deep breath to calm myself and hoped that my face wasn't as red as a tomato. "What if I want to sleep with you?"

"You want to?"

"I wouldn't mind. I really would not have a problem at all. Do you? I asked uncertainly.

Wilson released my hand and brought it up to my face laying it gently on my cheek. "We'll, if you're offering..." He said pulling my face closer to his until our lips were practically touching.

"This time I am." I told him finally kissing him. His thin lips were smooth and sent shivers down my spine as our kiss deepened. I gasped as Wilson sucked on my bottom lip then quick as a snake slipped his tongue in my mouth and what was supposed to make everything better, just ruined the experience.

I tensed in his arms and began to shake and sweat as I had a flashback of Marshall forcing his tongue down my throat and his touching me everywhere.

"N-no...stop, stop!" I begged fearfully against his lips.

Wilson pulled away and looked at my calmly as he noticed the fear that was clear on my face.

"Are you okay?" He asked me caressing my face again with the back of his hand.

"Sorry, I haven't gotten over what happened." I told him trying to calm my beating heart.

"It's alright. Besides, I would be surprised if you got over it so quickly. We will do it until your ready." He assured me.

"Thank you, Wilson." I said.

"You're welcome. Now let's go, it is time for dinner."

I groaned. "Can't we skip it?"

"Unfortunately, no. So, get up."

I slid off his lap already missing the warmth of his body and followed Wilson out the door.

Back in the cafeteria Wilson went ahead to make the line and I went on to our usual table finding to pointless to make the line when I knew I wouldn't get any food.

"Grayson, where do you think you're going?" Wilson asked me.

"To go sit. It's not like I am going to get anything."

He smiled smugly. "You are with me now."

"Your point." As if that was a good enough answer.

Wilson continued to smile and led me towards the line. The line moved on and grudgingly walked on not happy at all at having to go through with this again. Wilson grabbed his tray first and waited for to get my tray.

"Next." The server said.

I sighed and when I went to turn around all I saw was a large red chest.

"Why did you not give him his tray?" Wilson asked the server harsh and coldly.

I turned back to face the server and his eyes widened in fear. "Uh...well...you see, I-I..." He stuttered fearfully.

"I expect an answer, boy and you will not like what will happen to you if I don't get one."

The room was thick with tension as Wilson stared down at the guy with the most scariest expression I've seen since I met him. Everyone waited with bated breath wondering what Wilson was going to do and whether or not the guy was going to survive.

"I-it was my-my mistake. Here you go, it won't hap-happen again." The guy passed me a tray and I grabbed automatically not quite believing that it was actually going to eat.

"Make sure it doesn't, you will not like what I will do to you if he is not happy. Understood?"

"Yes, sir"

Wilson nodded and signaled for me to follow which I gladly did and waited until we were both at our table to speak.

"A 'thank you, Wilson' would be a fine way to start."

"What just happened?" I asked in shock.

"I got you food just like you wanted." He said breaking a piece off the slice of bread.

"I know, I just didn't think it would be such an easy fight to win."

He snorted. "It wasn't a fight to begin with."

"Not that I'm not grateful for what you did, but are you not scared at what he Marshall's friends might do when he finds out?"

"Scared? That word has not been on my vocabulary for years." Wilson said haughtily.

"You really do think highly of yourself don't you?"

"Of course and trust me when Marshall returns, he won't try to harm you."

"Because I belong to you now." I said happily.

Wilson smiled widely. "Exactly."

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Once we finished dinner Wilson offered to walk me back to my room and I thought to myself how this day reminded me of dates people have and the only thing that was missing was a good night kiss.

"What is so funny?"

"Hm?"

"You are smiling like a crazy person and blushing."

"It's nothing. Anyway, when do you think I will be transferred into your room?" I asked as I stood at the entrance of my room.

"That is for me to focus on and you, little bird, get some rest; curfew is about to start in a few minutes."

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow." I hoped.

He nodded and stroked my hair. "Good night, Grayson."

I watched Wilson walk away until he disappeared down the hall. I missed his warmth already and as I entered my room and got ready for bed I dreamed for the day that Wilson and I got to share a room and with me sleeping in his arms every night.

A/N: I know I haven't updated for months and I'm really sorry. I don't have any reasonable excuse for it, but I do promise to finish all my stories.

Until next time!