Caged In (Caged Prison #1)

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It’s rapidly approaching lunch time, and Izz still hasn’t seen Sinn'ous since the . . . incident yesterday. His mind is filled with the nagging thoughts he’s screwed up and Sinn'ous is done with him. As much as he should rejoice, all he feels is rejection. He and Sinn'ous had been getting along well. Things were doing great.

Turns out he was very wrong. Sinn'ous hates him.

Izz’s with The Gang in the Rec-Room purely out of self-preservation. If he has indeed pissed Sinn'ous off, hanging around a group would be wise. To protect him from other inmates, but also to protect him from Sinn'ous. Even if he truly believes Sinn'ous would never— will never —raise a hand in aggressive violence towards him.

I still believe this. I still believe Sinn'ous will not hurt me.

And there is the other matter . . . He feels like shit and doesn’t trust himself to be alone. He’s never been a self-harmer but a lot has happened to him in this Hell-hole. He doesn’t want to risk taking up a new hobby, so here he is. Pretending to have fun with this card game he is barely tracking.

He wants to sit down and cry. He’s alone and helpless even surrounded by his friends. Sinn'ous is the only one in here who helped him feel different. Who combated the dark depressing life as a caged animal. Who gave him a strength he can’t find now that Sinn'ous is gone—

“Ow. What the fuck,” Izz snaps when Zidie slaps the back of his head.

“I said it’s your go. Are you even paying attention?”

No, I’m not. Izz flops his cards down, “I fold.”

Zid purses his lips, but doesn’t say anything. Getting back into his own little zone. A hundred percent invested in the game, trying to beat out Isco. Who usually wins every game.

Izz settles back into his chair. Observing the other inmates scattered around the room. It’s packed in the small space today, because the rain is heavy, drenching everything outside. So the guards closed off the yard, forcing them to stay squashed indoors.

They’re just lazy and don’t want to watch inmates out in the rain and get wet themselves. It’s not due to some nonsense about inmates being cold. He doubts they give a shit if their captives come down with the flu.

The hairs on the back of Izz’s neck prickle in warning, agitated by an unseen threat. The rest of the table doesn’t appear to have noticed his unease. They haven’t sensed whatever has his instincts flaring to life. They’re too engrossed in their game.

His eyes land on the doorway, drawn to the grey-clad presence which is filling the entire space. Izz’s reaction is a jumbled mix of emotions—of dread and excitement.

Sinn'ous is scanning the Rec-Room. His eyes roaming over all the bodies which are stilling in their actions and conversations. A hushed silence falling over the room, as everyone slowly comes to grips with the predator gracing their presence.

Sinn'ous’s eyes fall on Izz. Hard cold gaze drilling into his very soul. He isn’t sure what he’s expecting to happen. If he is still in Sinn'ous’s good graces. Or if he’s another prey among the many.

He’s stressing. Extremely worried Sinn'ous is angry at him. Fearing his presence around the male is no longer welcome.

Sinn'ous strides over. Inmates vacating the space in his advance. No one wanting to be caught in the predator’s path. Everyone watching. Waiting. Trying to figure out why the carnivore is in their presence and who will be on the menu.

The Gang catches on. Their game pausing as they swivel to watch the predator prowling closer, his eyes locked on their table as his destination.

Sinn'ous stops directly behind Zidie’s chair. The cupcake-tattooed inmate’s eyes blown wide as he stares right at Izz, not daring to turn around. Izz would have laughed at Zidie’s expression if he wasn’t so anxious about where he stands with Sinn'ous.

Sinn'ous’s cold gaze runs over the occupants of the table Izz sits at—

The Gang clears out. Quickly departing—except Zidie, who’s stuck between the table and a serial killer up against the back of his chair. With no way to slide his seat back without touching Sinn'ous in the process.

Izz watches his best friend hunch forward trying to disappear from view. Maybe hoping to teleport out of the room.

“You alright. You look a little pale,” Sinn'ous asks Izz in his usual way, expecting to be answered, arms folding over his chest. He must know Zidie wants to leave and he is blocking the exit.

A power play? Or is Sinn'ous fucking with Zid because it amuses him how much he scares others?

“No—yes. I mean. . .” Izz studies Sinn'ous’s face for any signs of anger. “I was worried you were angry at me. You stormed out pretty fast.”

He can literally feel Zidie breathing down his neck for answers. His best friend is trying way too hard to appear as if he’s not listening in on the conversation. While he’s clearly hanging onto every word.

“I wasn’t annoyed at you. You’ve done nothing wrong,” Sinn'ous states, his tone all matter of fact, hiding nothing.

“You sure?” Izz’s a little sceptical. And he’s fishing for more confirmation. “’Cause you still seem tense.”

And I desperately need to know that we’re okay. That our relationship is okay.

He can see the room slowly draining of occupants, as the inmates make their retreat. No one wants to be stuck in a small confined space with the serial killer.

“Not directed at you. Had to restrain myself, which I’ve never done. Could do with a distraction.”

Sinn'ous is referring to not killing Vince, isn’t he?

Does this mean he pulled back because of me?

Did I save Vince’s life?

What does it mean? If Sinn'ous really stopped and didn’t finish the kill because of him, what does this make Izz? Does this mean he holds influence over the most feared killer within these walls?

It’s a jittery feeling to have. One of relief and a swelling sense of pride in himself—for stopping a bad deed from occurring. His mind lightening with the knowledge he isn’t all bad. If he’s thrilled about preventing someone from dying, he can’t be all bad? Can he? Not a completely terrible irredeemable person who deserves to be locked away for life.

It’s a relief. The weight lifting off his shoulders.

“Zid, seriously,” Izz can’t hold back his grin. Half because of his friend, and half at his relief that he and Sin aren’t over, “if you couldn’t ask any louder, you’d be screaming.”

Zidie laughs, throwing his hands in the air, in an innocent gesture—like he hadn’t been silently begging Izz for details—which dies as soon as Sin’s eyes land on him.

Izz would rather have this conversation in private. Lord knows what Zid must be thinking it’s about. He happily shimmies his chair back, springing to his feet. He may also be seeking privacy so he could reaffirm, in his mind, that he and Sin are good.

We’re still together.

Even if, technically, he has not asked Sin if they are together together.

To me. We are together and no one is going to change my mind.

~~~

Izz’s much better now that he knows Sin isn’t irritated with him. Isn’t going to stop hanging out with him. Stop talking to him. He still has his escape out of this shitty prison. Into a happy little bubble where only he and Sin are allowed.

They stop at the top landing—Sin crowding up against his back—instead of walking down to the cell on the end—to spend time in Sin’s space. Izz strolls off in the opposite direction, making his way to his own cell. With Sin trailing behind him.

He sits on his bunk, patting the space beside him for Sin to join him. He smiles when Sin does so, the mattresses dipping inwards under the extra weight. Drawing Izz in closer, his weight at a disadvantage to the other’s.

“I, um. Was thinking last night.” Izz rubs at the back of his neck. Unsure why he’s so nervous, he knows Sin won’t laugh at him or judge him. Or spread gossip throughout the prison. “I would like to . . . try again. If you would like to—” His voice cracks and he cuts himself off.

Stuffing his hands into his lap, refusing to look at Sin. It’s embarrassing, how much of a virgin he’s acting like. It’s not as though he’s never been with others. He has had relationships before. This isn’t the first time he’s had sex or kissed someone.

So why is he acting like a fumbling newbie to this whole thing? Why is it different with Sin? Is it because it’s the first time he is the bottom?

A light touch brushes over his jaw, and he leans into it. Sin’s fingers curling under his chin to bring his face up to meet black eyes. The dark colour shining with more emotion than Izz’s used to seeing in the other’s masculine features.

When Sin leans in, Izz opens up to him. Allowing the other’s tongue inside. To penetrate his body. Their tongues intertwining within Izz’s mouth. A claiming of ownership.

He’s not so sure who’s owning who.

Izz doesn’t resist as he’s manoeuvred—while keeping their mouths connected. Sin making quick work of Izz’s clothing. The chilling cell air prickling over his skin. His hands working under Sin’s shirt. Seeking skin on skin contact. His body sprawling out under Sin, who is completely dressed. While Izz lies vulnerable and bare—

Izz gasps as a finger pushes inside him. His legs parting to give Sin complete access to his body. Tucking his feet in behind Sin’s knees, using the leverage to rock into Sin. To fuck himself on Sin’s finger.

His body is thrumming with desire. Only half aware Sin has added more fingers. Is scissoring inside him. Stretching him open.

Sin breaks the kiss, “you okay,” he asks while curling his fingers inside Izz.

He nods frantically, groaning, “y-yeah. Feels good.”

Sin forces Izz’s head back with a firm grip on his jaw. Exposing his throat. He’s barely holding on to the edge. His body tightening as Sin’s fingers work their way deeper. Probing inside, searching—

A sharp tingle shoots up Izz’s spine as those exploring fingers brush against something within him. His back arching as he curses. His hands slapping down onto the mattress, gripping the sheets tightly, grounding himself as his mind floats away from his body.

What is that?

Whatever it is, he doesn’t want Sin to stop. It feels amazing. How did he not know this part of his own body? Would have made his times alone a hell of a lot better. Though he has a feeling half of his reaction is due to who is doing it to him.

His jaw is released, followed by a snarled order not to move. Which Izz willingly obeys.

Sin slides down his pants enough to release his erection. Removing his fingers in favour of hefting Izz’s legs. Resting them over his shoulder.

Izz’s glad he has some flex in him, or this would hurt. His body being pretzeled under the other’s weight—

His breath rasps out of him as Sin begins to push his way inside. His shaft slick, sliding in without too much of a burn. Sin must have applied lube of some kind—

All his thoughts fizz out as Sin drops his weight. Forcing half his cock directly into Izz. White fills his vision as he forgets how to breathe. The stretch bordering on agony. A mix of pleasure and pain swirling and clashing inside him. He isn’t sure if he wants to scream or moan.

“Breathe. You’re doing well,” Sin tilts his head to the side, studying Izz.

He would give anything to hear what’s going through the male’s head right now. The spark in those dark eyes growing in intensity by the second.

“I’m going to try something,” Sin resettles his weight into his legs, the mattresses dipping with the change, “I want you to hold out as long as possible, and longer. When you feel like your vision is slipping, tap my leg three times. You understand? Three times.”

He’s not sure what Sin’s talking about, but he agrees either way. His hands white knuckling the bed below them as Sin sinks in deeper. He isn’t sure he can fit much more.

Sin’s hands curl around his neck, and before Izz can fully grasp what he’s agreed to, his airways are cut off. The grip tightening to the point where he can no longer suck in oxygen.

“Relax,” Sin orders. “You can hold out. I know you can hold out,” Sin’s hands squeeze tighter, his pupils dilating as he watches Izz closely.

Izz’s panic at being deprived of air is quickly shoved aside as Sin drops his entire weight onto Izz. Sinking in to the hilt, reaching places inside he didn’t know he has. Their hips flush together.

And then Sin moves.

The slide is electric, helping the stretch. However, when Sin snaps his hips forward and drives back in with a brutal clap, it burns and shoots a sharp pain into Izz’s thighs.

He shoves his hand up against Sin’s chest. Trying to push him off. Not to stop what’s happening, but to ease it. His body is filling with so many sensations it’s overwhelming him. And the pleasure racing through him at being used in this way is almost unbearable.

The asphyxiation is not helping. His body pumping with adrenaline. With pleasure. With lust and . . . and . . .

Izz cums. He didn’t intend it. He hadn’t known he was about to. But there is no stopping it. His body tightening, his muscles gripping the cock inside its walls. His throat constricting on its own, without the assisted aid of Sin’s hands.

His vision blackens, and he hits Sin’s thigh. He’s pretty sure he does it more than three times, but Sin gets the message and his throat is freed. Air shooting down into his lungs as he gasps through his release. His cum shooting out to land on his own chest.

Sin doesn’t stop thrusting. His pace as brutal as it started out. Taking everything he can get from Izz. Demanding all of it.

Lips close over Izz’s shoulder, teeth sinking in, drawing blood he can feel trickling over his skin. He barely registers the pain over the overwhelming pleasure as he continues riding the high of his release.

His vision clearing. His ass oversensitive. His body weak. Finally he can feel Sin’s thrusts sputtering out. Sin’s getting close—Izz groans at the thought of Sin claiming him. Of marking him inside to match the exterior brandings. A marking only they will know of. A secret between the two of them.

“I want you to cum inside me,” Izz grits out between each penetration.

Which evidently is all Sin needs to push him over the edge. The male shoving in one last time, deeper than ever. His cock kicking inside Izz as he growls, cumming within the tight confines. Marking Izz as his own.

Which is a nice time for Reni to walk in on them.

While Sin is balls deep, coming down from the high of release, Reni makes the mistake of entering the cell. Eyes blown wide, he stops dead in his tracks.

Izz can’t help but grin as his friend’s pale face retreats right back out, as if he’d been burnt. The mental image forever implanted in the mind. As unwelcome as it may be, Reni is stuck with it for the foreseeable future.

Izz holds no regrets. Sorry Reni , but he wouldn’t change anything that happened between him and Sin in this moment.

Sin stays deep within Izz, as they both pant, catching their breaths, until the bells for lunch ring. Announcing another meal for the prison population.

Sin pulls out, and Izz expects them to follow everyone else to the cafeteria—not that he can walk with his legs completely numb—only to be flipped over. And before he can ask Sin what he’s doing. He’s shoving right back in. Pulling a choked off whimper from Izz’s lips.

He has no objections to being fucked from behind. His body pressing flat into the mattress as Sin uses him once more. Biting down on the sheeting as his ass is taken again. Grunting and cursing as Sin seems to be filled with energy to go all day. Izz’s so exhausted he doubts he can manage to stand at this point.

Does not mean he doesn’t want more, needing Sin to fill him. “Harder,” Izz begs.

The chuckle Sin produces reverberates through Izz’s back—

His hips are pulled up. Forcing him to his knees. But as he moves to get his hands under him, a firm hand between his shoulder blades forces him down. To keep his chest pinned.

Izz stays where he collapses. As large hands grab his hips and his ass is used as a toy for Sin’s pleasure. The pounding bordering on painful. Yet pleasure is all he feels. All he knows. The pain is intoxicating.

Until the dangerous male is cumming into him a second time.

Izz’s sure he came more than once during Sin’s ministrations. His body is so wired out it’s like a long line of pleasure. Sin had been relentless with hitting the spot inside him that had him seeing stars. He can’t tell if he came or if it’s simply mind-blowing pleasure.

~~~

Izz continues lying on his bunk, trying to catch his breath, as Sin leaves. Throwing a thin sheet over him on the way to the cell door. He thinks Sin said something about getting food. But his mind’s a muggy mess and he can’t be sure.

He must’ve passed out, because he’s woken by Sin sitting down, with food in hand. A sandwich of some description, he barely tastes it as he practically inhales the thing. His stomach has never felt so empty.

His ass throbbing deliciously, demanding him to take notice of it. A phantom feeling of Sin still deep within him. It’s turning him on again. His body lighting up with excitement. His dick too spent to even twitch.

Sin leaves as Izz’s stuffing the last morsel into his mouth. The bell for all inmates to return to their cells’ for the nightly lockup is chirping through their Wing. An annoying sound Izz resents—he doesn’t want Sin to leave.

He’s disappointed to see Sin’s back disappear from sight. He may be alone in the quiet cell but the aches all over his body have him feeling cared for. A small smile spreads his lips at the thought.

Peeking around the corner before entering, Reni walks in hesitantly, a little more cautiously than he had the first time. A quizzical look washing over his face as he sits across from Izz on his own bunk.

“What?” Izz frowns. He’s high on endorphins and doesn’t want Reni raining on his post-sex bliss.

“Nothing. Just be careful. I know it’s a good deal and all. The best protection in this shit-hole, to belong to an inmate with his status. But he’s still a psychopathic serial killer.”

Why does everyone assume he’s doing this for protection? Sure it’s a bonus. But he isn’t sleeping with Sin to get it. He’s sleeping with Sin because he . . . finds the male attractive. End of story.

Still . . . He understands where Reni’s coming from. His friend is only looking out for him. Concerned with his safety. It’s kind of touching.

“Awww. You’re so sweet and protective of me,” Izz teases, grin widening at his friend’s expression of annoyance.

Reni scoffs at the mockery—at the lack of sincerity and teasing tone. “I just don’t want to come in here one day to see your mangled remains,” he teases Izz back. “And we both know the guards ain’t cleaning that shit up, so I’m gonna have to bucket and mop your sorry ass up.”

Izz burst out into a full-blown laugh. Trust his friend to pull out some morbid scene, over sex.

Sin might be a serial killer but he’d never once hurt him, or done something he didn’t want. The same can’t be said for other inmates in here—well, they aren’t here anymore, are they . . .