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WHO: Guy and Luther
WHEN: Afternoonish
WHERE: Showers
WHAT: Guy getting squeeky clean and making friends... er enemies <3
RATING: R cause it's Luther, what do you think is going to happen?

Usually Guy loved a good hot shower. It was suppose to be relaxing... but it only made him think of Erik. Well more like being so relaxed his mind only had that to think of. It was hard to keep himself busy when showering, what else was he suppose to think of? If he tried hard enough he could wonder if the showers were cleaned often enough, there seemed to be a bit of grime on wall tiles here and there. Sighing, Guy leaned his head against the wall, his hands on either side of his head as he willed the horrible images of that day to leave his mind.

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Storming into the showers, the man was enraged by one man. Merlin was stuck in his head. He excited Luther and pissed him off at the same time. He hadn't noticed anyone else in right off as he stripped down to nothing and stepped in the shower.

His eyes scanned around and soon spotted Guy. He looked appealing and...hmn vulnerable. Fuck. He looked hot against the water. Blond and lean.

Guy, like most of the people here he was sure, ignored the others who may have been showering in here at the moment. There was no use in being embarassed about his body, as he'd have to get use to showering around others for the rest of his life now. Lifting his head from the shower wall he grabbed for the soap, starting to suds up with a wash cloth. He just happened to catch sight of the man looking at him from the corner of his eye and a blush crept over his face.

Damn, no good. How could he be comfortable washing up in here with another man staring at him like that.

Seeing Guy rinse himself off was almost too good to be true. He saw others showering and starting to leave. This meant one thing, he was alone with the blonde bombshell. And did he see a blush on the man's face. This was such a nice view, Luther didn't give a fuck anymore.

"Hey..." The man reached out and touched Guy's hip.

Trying to ignore the looks he was getting, Guy went back to washing himself, running the washcloth over his arms. Suddenly feeling a hand against his skin, Guy jumped, quickly moving away from the touch. Seeing that it was the man who'd been eyeing him, Guy felt nervous, and cluthed at the washcloth in one hand, his other on the wall as he backed up a bit away from the other inmate.

"Can I help you?" he asked, trying not to judge the other man too quickly. For all he knew, he could just need to borrow his bar of soap... or something.

He was prey right now, very pretty little find for a prison. Luther leaned in close and said in a low voice, "Yeah you can." His large hand started to reach to stroke Guy's inner thigh. He smirked and tried to force him closer to the wall.

"I think I can find a way you could help me."

So Guy was now judging this man, and he was sure that borrowing soap was not what he wanted from him. Feeling his personal space invaded, especially by the other's hand, Guy moved back away from him, no longer under the spray of one of the shower heads. He managed not to slip merely due to his hand on the wall, plus he didn't like the idea of falling at a time like this.

"I-I'm sorry I don't think I can hel-Ngh," Guy winced feeling his back hit the wall behind him. Quickly glancing back he was not pleased to see that he'd stupidly wound up in the corner.

"Heh...I think you do."

Luther reached out to try and press Guy's chest to hold him still against the wall. "Was in solitary and now it's time for fun." Leaning over Guy, he nipped at the man's neck. "Soft and my type."

Bringing his hands up to shove at Luther's chest, Guy cringed at being touched by the bigger man. Trying to slip away, he glared at the other.

"This isn't funny, get off!" he said, managing to get away, turning his back to Luther as he went to walk towards the benches to grab his things.

Luther was pushed back, seeing the other cringe was egging on a better reaction. He loved to see someone scared when he was messing with them. "Who said this was funny?" He said snide.

He followed Guy and sneered while trying to snatch his towel and press him to pin against the wall. "You ain't leavin, Pretty."

Ignoring Luther's comment to him, Guy was going for his clothes when he was shoved and pinned against the nearest wall. This was getting out of hand way too quickly and it was starting to scare him. It seemed that Norman had been right, he should have been more careful around people here.

"Let go!" Guy struggled, though it wasn't easy with his body pressed against the wall, nor with his attacker behind him.

"Don't think the guards won't hear this!" he said, trying to get the bigger man to back off. Not that he knew if the guards were around, but he'd try.

"Like I care. Scream...makes me feel better when you do." He smirked and ran a hand down Guy's form, touching his nipple and then tried to keep him pinned in doing so.

Leaning forward, he whispered in Guy's ear. "I'll take you regardless." He wasn't kind at all when he tried to press himself between Guy's lower cheeks to his entrance.

Well that threat had failed miserably, now what? Trying to elbow the other, Guy hissed at being touched by the man, the larger hands moving over his body making him shudder in disgust. Feeling Luther move to press against him, he paniced.

"D-Don't! Stop it!" the fear could be heard in his voice as he struggled and squirmed to get away, trying to stomp of Luther's feet with his own hoping he'd let go if he caused him some sort of discomfort.

He caught the elbow, and reached for the towel to try bind his hands. Luther pushed further attempting to enter when his foot was stomped on. "You little bastard!"

Anger is a funny thing, it can enrage and sometimes make for a more volatile situation. This was the case with the muscular blond as he tried to slam Guy's head into the grimy tiled wall. In this process keeping hold of his hair.

It had worked, if only for a second, but not enough for him to get away. Feeling a hand grabbed his hair tightly, Guy cried out in pain as his head was slammed hard into the wall. Dazzed from the impact it took a moment for him to start moving again.

"G-Guards! Anyone hey!" he called, wincing at the throbbing pain in his forehead. He could feel something dripping down his head, blood from a cut most likely. Shit, now he couldn't do much, not with his hands tied and he didn't feel like trying to rip away from Luther with a fist full of his hair in the bigger man's hand.

He didn't let go of the man's hair as he attempted to push in, letting out a groan as soon as he did the free hand covered Guy's mouth. No one was around for this.

"Heh....tight and you are fucking eating me."

Eyes opening wide at the intrusion, Guy's cry was muffled as a hand slapped over his mouth. His whole body seared with pain as he was forcefully entered, and he felt his stomach lurch. Again... it was happening again. The fact that he felt slightly lucky because it was just Luther made him feel more sick as he tried to repress the memories of that time. Guy still tried to struggle, if not a some what weaker than before, not wanting to be used like this. He didn't deserve to be treated like this.

Biting at the hand covering his mouth, Guy prayed that someone would come in for a shower, maybe then he'd be let go.

Breath was a little shaken as he groaned and started to pump, he gripped the blond's hair to tug at it to keep him from biting.

"Ngh...no...not happening..." He almost was spent from the entrance and his head started or reel with pleasure as he kept the motion going fast. He didn't care that the man under him was in pain. That excited him more.

He winced, tears pricking his eyes at the tug on his hair, added to the pain of having Luther thrusting in and out of him so hard. Guy's body tightened around Luther's flesh inside him, wanting to push it out, and more just a reflex from having something inside his body that he didn't want there. Of course that didn't make things feel better for him at all.

The pain was dizzying, almost enough to knock him out, and god how he wished it would. Guy would much rather not be awake while Luther violated his body. What's more, he hated the fact that even though he hated this with his whole being... he was starting to get an erection from it. How could his body possibly find anything good in all this to do that? Guy had to swallow back bile that had come into his mouth, and wished it away. He'd hate for Luther to notice that.

His hand through his victim's hair dropped as it went down his form and over his hips to his thigh. He gasped and husked out. "Oh...what a little slut..." He found an erection and started to touch it, shuddering from pumping in and out.

Grunting, he attempted squeezed fingers around his length and stroke.

Glad that his hair was released, Guy wasn't happy for long as that hand moved down along his body, finding the one thing he didn't want his attacker to know about. Hearing those words from the bigger blond's mouth Guy whimpered into the hand covering his mouth, closing his eyes tightly, tears flowing from them as he completely gave into it. Fighting didn't seem to help at all, and maybe the sooner he let this man have his way, the quicker it would end.

He felt those hot tears on his fingers, dripping over his flesh as his thrust sped up. He was moaning as he panted for air. Feeling on edge after such quick time, he tensed up.

"Ngh..." Luther was reeling from so much pleasure and power that with one final grunt and rough stroke he came with low husky sound, depositing himself in the smaller man. Pulling away he panted and grabbed his own towel to wipe off.

"...heh it was fun." He laughed totally spent and dressed and left Guy there, not caring what happened to the broken man.

Sig sighed faintly, he really, really needed to find something to alter his shirts with, whether or not the guards would like it. These were his thoughts as he went towards the shower, intent on cleaning up, especially his hair.

He hadn't gotten far into the shower room however, before he noticed something just a little strange, and moved over where he thought he saw a form.

Single eye widening, he moved over to said form, laying down his bath stuff and knelt. "Guy!?"

He'd blacked out and passed out on the floor after Luther had left him, the pain too much to handle. Though it didn't take much to drag him out of the darkness, hearing a voice calling his name.

"Nn...Erik?" he groaned, blinking, peering up at someone... they looked rather blurry, until he'd blinked enough to get his vision in focus. It was Sigurd. How foolish of him to think that it would be Erik... he was dead. Fully awake now all the pain came flooding back and he rolled onto his side in a ball, clutching his stomach, feeling like he was going to throw up.

Sigurd frowned darkly, freeing the towel which was being used as a temporary restraint, even as Guy seemed to slip back to conciousness.

'Erik?' The thought was there, but left unspoken, and as Guy rolled to his side, Sig glanced around. "Hold still."

He stood, moving to a nearby bench where some clothes were laid out. And considering the fact that no one else was in the showers, most likely they were Guy's.

His step was quick as he moved back from grabbing the clothing to kneel again beside Guy, covering him carefully with the shirt. "What happened? Or rather, where's the person who did it?"

Feeling his shirt placed over him, Guy's hands pulled at it lightly, as if he were trying to cover his whole body with it. He felt so dirty... so horrible... just so disgusting right now.

"I d-don't... I don't know..." he said, meaning who had done it. As for what had happened, he didn't want to say it. Trying to move, he hissed in pain, his backend throbbing. Surely he'd been torn back there, it felt like he'd had a two-by-four shoved up there.

Sigurd nodded gently, and put a very gentle hand on Guy's shoulder. "Don't move. I'm going to lift you and carry you to the infirmary, alright?"

Flinching at the touch, even though he didn't think Sigurd would harm him, Guy nodded. It was going to start all over again, being afraid of everyone around him, even those he trusted. All because of something that had nothing to do with his friends, because some people were just horrible... but this time he wouldn't have that shoulder to lean on like before... Erik wouldn't be there for him.

"A-Alright."

Sig just sighed a little. He knew why Guy had moved slightly, even though he also knew that he wouldn't hurt someone that way, but it was hard to know if Guy knew it, especially since they hadn't known each other for long.

But right now it didn't matter, it was far more important to get him to the infirmary... and where the hell were the guards, anyway, that this could happen?

His hands were very gently as he scooped Guy up into his arms, almost cradling him. He'd leave his supplies here and get them later.

Carefully he headed towards the infirmary.

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