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Justin was silent the entire walk back to his cell. He could feel Brandon's eyes boring into him, most likely wondering about the events that had transpired in the warden's office... yet neither of them had spoken of it. He wasn't quite certain what to say about it. In fact, he wasn't certain what to make of it himself. All around, it was very odd, and not at all what he had expected when the warden had insisted he come with him. Warden Kinney was a definite enigma to him. Justin wondered if he was like that with everyone. He tended to think that wouldn't be the case. Brian ran this prison with the utmost of consistency and efficiency. In order to do that, the warden's patterns had to be managed with regularity.

 

One thought was ever-present - why was Brian so different with him; especially if he were a body so easily interchanged with another?

 

It wasn't until they were inside his cramped little cell that Justin turned to face his most attentive guard. He smiled weakly at him, uncertain of what to say to him. He remembered Brandon's question from earlier. He was kind of hoping Brandon didn't ask it of him again. There were so many thoughts running rampant through his mind. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to distinguish between what was and wasn't real. He really hoped he would come to a realization soon. Indecisiveness wasn't a place he strived to live. His most fervent hope was that much of that would be resolved once he was back home again - wherever home ended up being.

 

"There's a heaviness about you that wasn't there earlier." Brandon frowned as he looked at Justin in concern. "Did something happen with the warden? What I meant to say was - I hope nothing has changed regarding your hearing tomorrow."

 

"Oh no, nothing like that." Justin leaned against the wall that covered a large portion of his small lodgings, his brow furrowed in thought. "No, it was just different... unlike my previous encounters with him."

 

"How so?" Brandon asked, finding himself far more curious about that answer than he really cared to be. He really wished he could shut down his growing attraction for Justin; a part of him found it to be doomed to failure... but another part of him just wanted to rise to the challenge and acquire what seemed so unattainable.

 

Justin wasn't sure how to explain, at least not in a way that could be clearly understood; it had been much more subtle than that - a feeling that had been left unknown, or even unspoken. He could just be losing his mind... but the past hour he'd spent with the warden had seemed to be a turning point. In what direction was something he didn't understand. "I'm not sure actually. He was actually kind of - well - umm, nice."

 

"Nice?" Brandon repeated. His eyes narrowed with the beginning of clarity. Brian Kinney wasn't nice. If his tactic had changed it was for one reason alone. Justin would soon be out from under his control; Brian was trying to tip the scales in his favor. If it was genuine - that was fine, but if it turned out to be just another ploy to get into Justin's pants, well... he had a completely different feeling about that. Brandon knew he was being unfair. There wasn't a doubt he would be doing the same thing in Brian's position. Right now he didn't care about that. Two things concerned him. Primarily, it was the displeasure of Justin continuing to be jerked around... and then, it was the awareness that Brian held the decided edge in this war. Brandon knew he needed to figure out a way to balance the scales if he would have even the most remote of chances - his only question remaining was how to proceed in that.

 

"Yeah." Justin smiled; he could remember his initial response to Brian having pizza and soft drinks, and his suspicion that the warden was about to gorge himself while making him watch. "He got me dinner. It was a surprise."

 

Brandon swallowed at the sight of that smile. It never ceased to affect him. There were times when he watched Justin moving about, unaware of his eyes on him, that his dick actually hurt. He could only imagine what Brian went through. Perhaps he should feel bad that he wanted to take Justin away from him, but he didn't. His initial fondness of Justin had turned into so much more; it wasn't something he had much experience with, but he wasn't walking away either. This man was worth fighting for... and that was exactly what he planned on doing. "Well, I'm glad he gave you a nice dinner." Brandon's voice changed to a deeper pitch. "You deserve only the best, Justin."

 

Justin's eyes widened at the tone that suddenly inflected Brandon's voice. Oh God. They were going there again. He just wasn't sure how he felt about it. In part, he was immensely flattered. Brandon was undeniably hot. He tried to force the other unwanted thought to the back of his mind, one that reverberated - over and over. Brandon might be hot, but he isn't him. Again and again, he heard his own voice screaming in his mind. Brandon might be hot, but he isn't him. He swallowed deeply, his eyes caught by the open need in Brandon's eyes. "Uhhhh, thank you, Brandon." Forcing himself to pull his eyes free, Justin stammered, "I- I guess this is goodbye."

 

He pushed away from the doorway, yet kept it open. Brandon didn't trust himself enough to do otherwise. "You know that isn't what I want, Justin." He moved himself to within touching distance, yet their bodies still not quite touching. "I'm not sure you want that either."

 

Shaking his head, Justin answered, "That's the problem. I'm not sure what I want."

 

"I'd sure like to be part of your answer." Brandon reached up, unable to stop his hand from swiping away the tendrils of hair that fell across Justin's brow. "Will you see me again when you're free?"

 

Justin swallowed. God, how he hadn't wanted to go there tonight. He just wanted to crawl into his bunk and sleep; as much as he knew sleep might be improbable tonight, he had to try. The night was the only thing that separated him from what was hopefully his freedom tomorrow. "I- I guess. But I can't promise you anything, Brandon."

 

"I'm not asking you to do that." Brandon looked deeply into Justin's beautiful blue eyes; what he saw reflected there gave him a slight bit of hope. He didn't see revulsion or unease; Justin had a curious, yet confused look on his face. He had no way of knowing exactly what that meant... but he was guardedly optimistic. "I'd just like the chance to know the Justin in the outside world, as opposed to the one I know in this one."

 

Chuckling a bit nervously, Justin answered, "They are pretty much the same." He spread his arms out to the side, before he teasingly told him, "What you see is what you get - like it or not."

 

"Oh, I like it." Brandon wasn't attempting to mask his interest any longer. He didn't really see the need. Justin was very intuitive; the beautiful blond prisoner wasn't under any misapprehension concerning his desire for him. His eyes dropping to Justin's perfectly shaped lips, Brandon fastened on them in hunger; he knew he was crossing boundaries, but he just couldn't stop. He thought it could be a case of hiding his feelings solely to himself for so long now, that a dam was finally breaking free. Oblivious to the footsteps behind him, Brandon asked, "May I kiss you goodbye... sort of as a good luck gesture for tomorrow?"

 

Justin gasped as he looked up to see the warden staring at him with an arched brow, the expression on Brian's face angry... yet somehow mocking. He almost gave an affirmative answer solely in rebellion against the man that aggravated him like no other. There was no reason Brian needed to come down here. He knew everything he needed to know for tomorrow. It was just more of his spying and control-freak tendencies asserting itself for what time he had left to exert them. He wouldn't kiss Brandon. It wasn't fair to him... but he would make sure Brian knew he might do so in the future. He smiled at Brandon, welcome mixed with regret in his eyes. "I'd rather take a rain check on that. Perhaps after I'm a free man we could discuss it more..."

 

"That sounds good." Brandon rolled his eyes as he felt the angry stare on his back. He hadn't been so taken away by Justin's charms not to hear the sound that rushed from his throat. Of course, Brian would make another appearance. He would have been surprised with anything less than that. He gave Justin a flirtatious wink, before he told him, "I'll hold you to that, Justin." Brandon turned around to look at the silent yet clearly agitated warden. "Were you looking for me, Warden?"

 

"Both of you, actually." Brian's tone was bored, his eyes filled with ice as he looked from one to the other. He didn't like this at all. Yet, he wasn't jealous! No, never that. It was just the feeling of a loss of control. That's all it was - it was all it could be. "As you are returning to your morning shifts tomorrow, you are relieved of duty for the rest of the night."

 

Brandon nodded his understanding; the look he gave his boss stating that he understood only too well. "I wouldn't have minded." He looked back at Justin briefly before returning his gaze back to the glowering warden. "It wouldn't have been much of a hardship."

 

"Don't worry, Brandon. I'll sit with our most popular prisoner until he's ready to go to sleep." Brian kept his eyes on Justin, a smirk crossing his lips at the wary look that entered Justin's eyes. The boy was far from immune to him. Before he left here tonight, that fact would be proven.

 

Scowling, yet knowing there was nothing he could do, Brandon looked back at Justin one last time, quickly noticing how Justin had averted his gaze from both of them. Justin was clearly uneasy; Brandon wasn't certain if that was a good sign or not. "Goodnight, Justin. I won't say goodbye, since I'm sure I'll be seeing you again."

 

"I'll be looking forward to it," Justin returned with a warm, friendly smile.

 

"Goodnight, Warden." Brandon brushed past the warden, his footsteps crisp upon the cement. He passed his keys over to the other guard, a curt goodbye falling from his lips. He didn't look back to the cell that all but beckoned him. Only one more night, and then he could begin his own campaign to win over Justin. All the way to his car, Brandon steamed, Brian was always there interfering... if it was in Justin's best interest it would be fine, but it was anything but that. Brian clearly wanted Justin, but it went deeper than that; sometimes Brian gave the impression of wanting to totally own him. That would no longer be the case, he told himself. As of tomorrow, he would be on an equal playing field with Brian. He couldn't wait to beat Brian at his own game. The prize was well worth all the risks he would be taking.

 


 

Brian advanced toward the beautiful blond prisoner that had dominated his every thought since he'd first arrived in his world. Justin's head was lowered; he was deliberately keeping his gaze averted. Fuck, how that submissive pose turned him on. It was all he could do - not to throw him down on that narrow bunk and fuck the living hell out of him. He wanted that. Fuck. How he wanted that. But no - he couldn't do that. Justin was still reserved with him... suspicious of his every action and motive. Brian realized he couldn't blame Justin for that. He believed in time that Justin would understand... but that time wasn't here yet.

 

"Sir..." Justin began hesitantly.

 

"Justin..." Brian returned warningly. "What did we discuss in my office?"

 

He looked up, his blue eyes caught in smoldering hazel eyes, ones that displayed an intensity not visible earlier. Justin had the feeling throughout their dinner that Brian was controlling his more primal nature. He certainly wasn't now. In this instant, Justin knew what a deer caught in headlights must be feeling; for that immobility and total numbness of mind surely assailed him now. He began to stammer his words, his voice not even recognizable to himself. "I- I, uhhhh, y-you said..."

 

A purely sensual smile twisted Brian's lips. He had him... there wasn't a single doubt in his mind. As much as he did admire and enjoy the confident Justin that had begun to emerge more fully, Brian couldn't deny being turned on by this hesitant, and shy Justin. The combination of the two was almost too much for him to take. He wasn't certain he would walk out of here without acquiring his full meal. But one thing was for certain - he'd be damned if Brandon's intended kiss would be the last kiss on the blond's mind before he went to sleep. Brian's eyes bored into Justin's full, raspberry lips. Fuck if they weren't the most delicious thing ever. He wanted to taste all of him. It was a delicacy he hadn't enjoyed yet. He would, though. His voice a low rasp, Brian reminded, "My name is Brian. I don't want to hear either Warden or Sir again."

 

"I- I was just thinking that... well, since I'm back in my cell, someone could hear me." Justin couldn't move away when Brian moved in even closer; an unbidden moan slipped through his lips when Brian clasped his hand behind his neck, and an arm around his waist to pull him tight against him. Oh fuck, Justin thought to himself. This was it. As much as he distrusted the hotter-than-hell warden, his resistance was at an all-time low. He needed to resist this... and him, but how? "P-please... Brian. Not now. I- I can't do this now."

 

Brian's nostrils flared as the hunger completely overwhelmed him. He had this beautiful boy back in his arms - exactly where he belonged. There was no way he would release him until he gave him something to remember. "Shhhh." Brian's breath fanned across Justin's lips. "I'm not going to push anything tonight. I just want what Brandon wanted... however, I'm not going to ask."

 

Justin's eyes flared as his senses began to return. He began to sputter in rage. "W-well, of course, you wouldn't. Brandon is more of a gentleman than you."

 

"If that was supposed to throw me off, you really don't know me at all," Brian growled as he inhaled the scent of this man he wanted like none ever before him. He constantly felt like the proverbial bitch in heat, although he knew that didn't quite apply in his case either. "I want you, Justin... and you want me just as badly. I will have you. We both know that."

 

"You've got all the answers. I wouldn't even attempt to dispute them..." Justin hated that he couldn't argue with them. Arrogant and aggravating Brian might be... but no man had ever affected him as he did. This wasn't going to help him get over him... but he still knew he had to find a way. Justin was about to attempt some form of rebuttal, when he realized he'd walked directly into a well-laid trap. The moment his mouth parted to speak, Brian's mouth was on his. Possessive and bent on conquering. There was nothing subtle in his kiss. It was nothing short of a declaration of intent. Brian's tongue instantly stabbed into the opening that he had unknowingly provided; when he did that, Justin knew he was sinking fast.

 

Brian moved his hands down to clasp them around Justin's hips; he jerked Justin tighter against him as he began to grind his hips into Justin's. His mouth devoured Justin's, he couldn't get enough of him. When Justin began to respond and wrapped his tongue around his, Brian nearly threw him down on the bed. He had never wanted anything so much. Brian knew he had to back off. They couldn't do this now. Justin would be free tomorrow. The risk of exposure was too great. Their time would come... perhaps even tomorrow night. Without a doubt that was his goal. Reluctantly, yet with necessity he pulled free, his forehead resting against Justin's, both of them slowly catching their breath. For such a short-lived kiss, it was one of his most intense ever.

 

Justin's chest expanded, as he watched Brian move away from him, the lust turning his eyes almost black. He was amazed and confused by Brian's retreat. There wasn't a doubt that Brian could have had him... whether he liked it or not. And they both knew it.

 

"Get some rest, Justin. Your new life starts tomorrow." Brian slid one last hungry glance over Justin before he walked to the door. At the door, he turned to face him, his hand reaching into his pocket before he tossed an object onto Justin's bed. "I know you don't like the dark. It's not much... but it's something. I'll see you in the morning."

 

Nodding, Justin watched as Brian closed the door behind him, his footsteps taking him to the bed where the small flashlight waited. He turned it on and laughed at the light that displayed. It wasn't bright... but it was a light. He stretched out on his bed, unable to resist turning the light on and off. A bemused smile on his face, Justin whispered, "I'll be damned. Brian Kinney gives a shit." Interesting. Very interesting indeed.

 

TBC

 

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