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WHO: Sword, Mutou
WHAT: Smexing >_<
WHERE: Mutou's office
WHEN: After Blue strikes the deal with Mutou
RATING: NC-17 of course! <3



((This is a part in this log where Sword is thinking and it won't make much sense. It's not supposed to. All will be revealed in due time. Though I think most of you know already know what's going on here.)))

Sword fidgetted nervously at the door to Mutou's office. Why had he agreed to do this again? He took in a deep breath and raised a hand to knock. He then realized that he normally wouldn't knock, so he opened the door and walked in. He gave an ackward wave, "Hey." He sais and at down in one of the chairs.

Mutou raises a brow as he watches Sword just walk right in. "Hello." He puts the lid on his teapot then walks to the door to lock it. "Should I be concerned with your reasonings to be here, Swordfish?"


Sword shook his head, "No. I mean this isn't exactly something I can hold over your head. If I do you could let a rumor start in the prison that I let you do this and then where would I be?" He swallowed hard watching the man closely.

Mutou strolls over to his desk and pours the tea. (it's NOT drugged btw xD) "Of course. Would you like tea?"

Sword looked at the tea suspicisouly and shook his head. "No. I'm-I'm good."

Mutou drops a lump of sugar in his cup and leans against the desk, folding one arm over his middle while sipping his tea. His eyes drift over the other man's form. "Undress for me," he commands in a whisper that almost sounds like a plea.
Sword hesitated for a moment, thinking that it'd be easier just to flee. He finally stand nervously and begins removing his clothing. Removing his shirt he reveals a lare hickey on the crook of his neck. He kicks off his boots and beging undoing his pants, "Like...... everything?" He asked knowing he needed to get naked.

Mutou licks his lips, clutching at his side as he nods. "Yes. You may set your clothes in one of the chairs there." He nods to the twin chairs placed in front of his desk, never taking his eyes off of the inmate.

Sword takes off his jeans and slowly removes his undergarments, revealing his tattoo on his inner thigh. He sets the clothes down and stands nervously in front of Mutou, his hands covering his crotch.


Mutou's eyes drink in that body as he sets the cup down on his desk. He approaches Sword, tracing a finger over his shoulder. "That's a romantic tribute there."

Sword swallowed, "Yeah.... well..... it---" He was about to tell Mutou that he had broken up with Sen....... again, But thought that would be a really bad idea. He shook his head, "Nevermind. We're not here to discuss him."

Mutou tilts his head, sliding a hand over Sword's chest as he steps closer. "Why not? He's part of your life, isn't he?"

"Yes, but..... he has nothing to do with this."

Mutou circles around behind the inmate, watching his pale fingers slide over that dark skin as his they trace the muscles of Sword's shoulders and back. His eyes drift down to the bubble that is Swordfish's ass. "What is this, then?"

Sword sighed, "I don't really know why I'm here...." He shook his head, "Blue seems to think it's a good idea. Something about learning to trust each other again like when you first came here....." He paused, "Why are you questioning it anyway? I would think that you wouldn't care why I'm here, just as long as you can have me."

Mutou drops his hand to Sword's hip, leaning against him from behind as he presses his lips to the curve of his neck where it meets his shoulder. "It's always good to know what motives are."

Sword stiffened as Mutou leaned against him. "Let's just get one thing straight. You leave marks on me and you're dead."

Mutou chuckles, moving his hand over Sword's hip towards his belly, letting his fingers graze the dark curls below. "Anything else I should get straight?"

Sword's breathing hitched, "N-no." He tried to sound confident but that stutter didn't help any.

Mutou nuzzles his lips against Sword's jawline while taking a hold of Sword's beast. He gently strokes him, kissing his way to the man's earlobe. "This will be more enjoyable if you relax.”

"Aah~---" Sword's breathing hitched again, "I.... I'm trying to.But you have to foregive me for being a little..... nervous..." It was obvious he had trouble saying that word and admitting that he was, "but I'm sure you can understand that I am because, A) I've never.... youk now. I've always been on top." That was a lie. He had let Sen take him once, "And B) After what you did..... what happened after my escape attempt..."

Mutou slides his free hand up Sword's chest to his chin, turning it so their eyes meet. "It won't be that way this time... I promise." He brushes their lips together briefly before pulling away, taking him by the hand to lead him to the sofa.

Sword let himself be led over to the sofa. "So, what? Are you gonna be gentle and make me safe and all that jazz..." He said a bit sarcastically, almost as if he didn't believe it.

“Yes." Mutou has Sword sit on the sofa while he undresses himself, taking care to set his clothes on one of the chairs. "I want to enjoy your body." His glasses are set on top of his clothes before walking completely nude back in front of the inmate. "Fully appreciate it." He falls to his knees, spreading Sword's thighs with a gentle nudge.

Sword's heart quickened when Mutou spread his thighs, and his breathing speed up as well. Though it wasn't from excitment. He was nervous. Shit, he felt like a virgin again. He swallowed slightly and watched Mutou closely.

Mutou slides his hands up those thighs, letting his lips follow behind. He gives a little nip at the tattoo, watching Sword's face.

Sword leaned back on the couch and tried to relax a little. If he closed his eyes, it almost felt like Sen was doing this. He gasped quietly at the nip and his hands gripped the couch cusions.

Mutou traces his tongue along the underside of Sword's length, moving up his body to taste his chest. Each nipple is given a flick, suck and light nibble.

Sword barely stifled a moan when his underside was licked. He turned his head to the side and bit his bottom lip.

Mutou tugs on Sword's nipple ring a little, watching Sword in thought. Moving up to straddle the other man's hips, he dips his head to kiss those lips. "I think... I've changed my mind," he mutters, shifting his hips so their cocks rub together.

"Changed---- Nngh... your mind about what.... exactly?" Sword couldn't help by arched his hips towards Mutou's, cursinghimself as he did so.

“I think... we need an act of trust if our.. relationship... is to improve." Mutou lets out a soft moan, panting heavily as his body aches for the one beneath his. He cups Sword's cheek, shifting his hips again as he breathes into the other's ear. "I want you... to take me."

Sword was surprised, but his body relaxed quite a bit at the request, "What?" He asked, obviously surprised.

“You heard me," he chuckles, brushing their lips together. "You don't trust me. And with due right. It won't be fun for either of us if you're not relaxed, ne?" Bastard as he is, the Warden DOES like enjoying sex.

Sword was surprised. Maybe he shouldn't have come. If this was how things were going to go.... maybe he should have sent... He would have to tell Blue about.... He'd have to tell the other one too.... Sword gave a lopsided smirk, "Don't want you want lube? Or do you just want me to take you dry?"


Mutou gives Sword's bottom lip a little bite. "You want to be mean to me now?" He reaches over, sliding a drawer on the end table open and pulling out a tube. He presses it to Sword's chest, steading his gaze on Sword's. "Next time I'll have you."

Sword took the tube, though his gaze on Mutou wavered. Next time....? Of course there was going to be a next time. But still didn't like to be reminded of it. "And when exactly will next time be?"

Mutou shakes his head, shifting his hips against Sword's again. "Let's concentrate on this time, hm?"

Sword opened the bottle and reached behind Mutou's ass. He hesitated for a quick moment before applying the lube there and inserting a finger.

“Mmmm... so formal." He leans down to kiss Sword's lips, sliding a hand over them to stroke their lengths as one.

“Aah~.... W-would you rather I just shove it up there?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Of course he would be happy too, maybe if he was lucky he would hurt the man slightly while doing it.

Mutou moves his kisses down Sword's jawline. "No... but you could caress a little, hm?'

Sword wanted to touch the man as little as possible. He wanted to fuck and get it over with. Relucantly, he sat up and began to kiss along the shoulders, a hand coming up to tease a nipple.

Mutou closes his eyes as he slips a hand behind Sword's neck, holding his other still as he thrusts between the ring around their cocks and the finger inside him.

Sword slipped another finger in, scissoring them. God, this man was tight. Well, that would explain why was such a...... well.... tight ass about everything. Could he even fit?

Mutou groans against Sword's throat, pushing back against those fingers. "Very nice..."

Sword decided to ignore Mutou, but he jabbed his fingers against the inner walls none to genly.

Mutou gasps as those fingers stab his prostate. "Good god!"

Sword smirked, "Just thought I'd liven things up a bit.”

“Oh no... it's good..." he pants, shifting a little on the sofa. He kneels on it, keeping his rear in Sword's reach while lowering his mouth to Sword's beast.

“Nngh...." Sword tried his best to keep his fingers working, but it hard with that mouth on him.

Mutou pushes agains those fingers while forcing Sword deep to the back of his expert throat.

“Oh jesus....." Sword leans his head back and tried his best not to thrust up. He scissored his fingers again and gave a small jab.

Mutou groans, sending vibrations down Sword's length as he lifts a hand to massage his balls. Lifting his head with a flicker of his tongue on the tip, he looks up at Sword. "Ready?" he whispers.

Sword's breathing had quickened from the attention he was getting. He may have not liked who it was coming for, but he couldn't deny that it felt good. Really good. He cracked his eyes open and nodded. "When you are...."

Mutou slides a hand down Sword's arm to pull his fingers out then moves to lay back on the sofa. "I am.."

Sword shifted and climbed over to Mutou, lying on top of him. He lifted one of the man's legs, before he pushed himself against that opening and then sliding in. His breath caught. Damn this was a tight fit. He didn't know whether it was account of his size or the tights of Mutou..... or both.

Mutou's back archs as he is entered. "Don't stop," he begs, clutching to Sword's shoulders.

Sword pushed in further, until his was completely in up to the hilt. He had to stop to breath a bit, "Fuck..... you're so tight....."

Mutou wraps his legs around Sword's waist, crossing them at the ankles as he pulls the other man down for a kiss. "This is a rare thing for me."

Up until now, he had yet to kiss the warden back. But he couldn't help but return it this time. He parted from it and began to move within the man. Slowly at first, then he began to pick up speed.

Mutou groans as he meets each one of those thrusts. "Harder," he pleads, pulling Sword down for a desperate kiss.

Sword drives harder into Mutou, not caring if it felt good or was hurting the man. He nipped at Mutou's bottom lip none too gently and gripped the cusions beneath his hands.

Mutou cries out with pleasure, unhooking his legs to drape one over the back of the sofa while the other pushes against the floor to meet those thrusts with ease. "Swordfish..." he pants. "Touch me too." He slides his hands over the man's chest and shoulders, returning to the heated kiss.

Sword didn't like the idea of touching him, but he did it anyway. He reached down and began stroking Mutou's cock. Continuing to drive deep into the man, Sword stifled most of his moans and sounds of pleasure. There was no way he was going to let Mutou know he was enjoying this.

It's not long before Mutou's body lets go. Releasing onto his stomach and Sword's hand, his already tight body clenches even tighter around the muscle buried deep inside him. "Oh god..." he shudders, riding that wave of pleasure.

The tightening of that muscle did push Sword a little closer to the edge, but it wasn't enough to go all the way over. He had never had this happen to him before. So what now? Did he just continue going, or.... what?

Mutou continues slamming his hips against Sword's. "Don't stop... don't... ah!" Oh the stamina! Soon enough, the warden is hard again, aching for seconds.

Sword continued to move within Mutou, a slight sweat forming on his body. He had to admit he was surprised to see that Mutou was ready for a second immediately.

Mutou wraps his arms around Sword, pressing that cock deep inside him. "Sit up..." he whispers. "Pull me to your lap."

Sword did as he was instructed. He sat up and pulled Mutou into his lap. He was slightly embarrassed that he hadn't finished yet.

Mutou slows the pace a little, squeezing Sword from the inside as he takes him in long strokes. "So good," he mutters against Sword's lips. "And still going strong. How delicious." He kisses Swordfish deep, exploring his mouth with a flicker of his tongue.

“Well, it's not from lack of sitmulation. I can tell you that much..." He placed a hand on either one of Mutou's hips.

Mutou slides his hands over Sword's chest as he rolls his hips with a quicker pace. "Can you now?"

Not if you keep talking.... Just..." He panted, "Keep doing that."

Mutou parts his lips with a swipe of his tongue, panting through them as he moves even faster on that body beneath him. He shifts his hips back and forth then side to side in no particular pattern.

“nngh...." Sword gritted his teeth as the pleasure intensified. He gripped Mutou's hips a little harder. He could feel that he was getting close now.

Mutou slides his hands up those strong arms and down his back, groaning as he bites into Swordfish's neck without leaving a mark. "Right there!" He clenches again with a second release, but doesn't stop impaling himself on that delicious muscle deep inside him.

As Sword felt Mutou tighten around him for the second time he was pushed over the edge. He gritted his teeth and came with a loud moan.

Mutou slams down one last time, holding Sword tightly as he let go. "Amazing..."

Sword didn't say anything back to Mutou, he leaned back and panted, trying to regain his composure.

Mutou watches Sword's mannerisms, panting softly to catch his breath without moving off his lap. "Well... Since we're allies now... what can I do for you?"

Sword was suprised by the question. He really hadn't expected that. He knew the real reason he was here, but he wasn't going to tell Mutou that. But if he could get something out of it too, why not? "I want to see my daughter for than 2 nights every two months."

Mutou leans forward to kiss the side of Sword's mouth. "I will arrange four days the next visit. Though the following one will go back to two."

“so in other words, if I want to keep this four day thing up. I have to come and see you to do it." He said, not being able to say "come have sex with you."

Mutou chuckles. "Yes, but it might not always be sex." He lets out a long breath, looking over that sweaty body beneath him. "Though it would be nice." He runs a hand through his hair. "If you're gone four days every visiting time, people will get suspicious. I don't want that. So it'll vary between three or more days as I see fit."

Sword nodded, "Okay." Talking about deal and what not reminded him of something, "Oh. Ummmm Kain wanted me to tell you that David has agreed." He shrugged, "He said you would know what it meant."

Mutou blinks, parting his lips in a bit of shock. "He did, did he? That's..." He grins, pulling off of Sword. "Fantastic."

Sword furrowed his brows, confused, "I don't even want to know...." He said under his breath. He got up and went over to his cloth and started pulling them back on.

Mutou stretches his arms above his head before moving to get his own clothes on as well. "I'm glad you decided to show up."

"Mmm." Was all he said. Well, it wasn't like he could say, "Yeah. Me too." He hated being there.

Mutou finishes straightening his tie before moving up behind Sword. "Come and see me if you need anything. Alright?"

Sword nodded slowly, grabbing his shirt, but not putting it on. It's not like he could anyway, with Mutou standing behind him like that, "Yeah.... I guess..."

Mutou slides a hand up between Sword's shoulder blades. "Unsure?"

"Well, you can't expect me to be all like. 'Wow! Okay!' Especially knowing that you want me on bottom next time."

Mutou chuckles, sliding his hand over Sword's abdomen as he presses close. "We'll see. You're amazing."

"So I've been told."

Mutou tilts his head to look at Sword. "You don't think so?"

"No. I know I am." He said nodding slightly, "Sen tells me every night in my bed."

"Thought we weren't talking about him." Mutou purses his lips and moves away. "You can go now."

Sword smirked, knowing he had hit a nerve. "I'll see you around then." He headed to the door and opened it.

Mutou flops himself in his chair and just waves Sword out.

Still smirking Sword leaves and shuts the door behind him.