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"Innocent"

by Calypso

I remember my first day. Everyone remembers his first day. It's an experience that is impossible to forget.

When I first came to prison, everybody immediately sensed I was a threat. I'd always been a big boy, but as a master in martial arts and a fully developed man, I was huge. I was a big black wolf, over six feet tall, and I worked out constantly to maintain a pretty buff body. I knew I was built, but I didn't flaunt it. Didn't matter. When I made that first walk down the line to my cell, it was silent as the grave. Not one of those bastards said they'd rape me, or kill me. They just glared, checking me out, looking for weaknesses, for signs of fear. They found none.

All I had for that place and everyone in it was anger and hatred. More than anyone, I remember hating my first cellie, Wilder. He was a scrawny little shit, a short rabbit with a mean scar over one eye and a thick southern drawl. He'd been locked up for being a serial rapist. Used to sneak around the local mall parking lot after closing, waiting for the girls from the boutiques and department stores to walk to their cars, then he'd knock them out and rape them. Got seven of them before they finally caught him going after the eighth. As soon as I got wise to who that fucker was, he was begging for a transfer, and no one took his place.

No one until Edge.

After being incarcerated for five years, I'd gotten real bitter. Just a few weeks before Edge arrived, some bitch from the Shangers, a little coyote fucker with a bandana and a pathetic excuse for a shank, took me off guard and got a cheap shot in, cutting my chest a bit. I broke several of his bones, including his jaw, for that one. So many of my fellow inmates were such pathetic excuses for people that I couldn't deal with any of them, except to beat the shit out of them if the opportunity presented itself. But, right when I saw Edge, I knew he'd be different.

When Smith (the asshole) pushed Edge into my cell and locked the door, I don't think I remember ever seeing someone so scared and defeated. I remember him being thin and kind of on the shorter side, with long blond hair that fell in loose waves around his face and down his back. He was a wolf, like me, but so different. His fur was tawny, kind of reddish, and everything about him seemed so small. I'm six-foot-seven, so everybody's kind of short. But I think because of his body, that gymnast body, he looked even smaller. And when I saw him crying, terrified of me, shrinking away from me, I remember thinking how sad I felt just watching him. Someone so beautiful shouldn't cry, because crying should never look so pretty.

When he told me his name, I renamed him Edge myself. I knew if the guys knew his name was Addison, they'd want to fuck him worse. They'd probably rename him Allison. His last name was Carver, and I thought of a carving knife, so I thought "Edge." He liked it well enough, and we started to become friends.

I never thought I'd make a friend in prison, but Edge had a way of calming my anger and soothing my lonely heart. His laugh was infectious, his smile was warm and kind, and his beauty was overwhelming. Even though he only wanted protection at first, he did everything in his power to make me feel comfortable and to keep the conversation going. He never once just stood by my side silently, hoping no one would bother him. He engaged me, he talked up a storm...and eventually, he made me fall for him.

When Dominguez was threatening Edge in the shower, I nearly lost it. I had very rarely shown my true skill and strength in prison, but instinct overtook logic, and I nearly snapped his wrist before I got control of myself. At that moment I knew that I had to protect Edge no matter what the cost. And when I had to touch him that way, against his will, every bit of me felt dirty, even though I scrubbed down in the shower. I felt nearly as bad as old Wilder, and I hardly could keep my dinner down. No one as good and sweet as Edge should have to suffer the way he did then. But I did it to save him, to protect him from the others. He was mine then, to them.

It only took me a couple of weeks to really fall for Edge entirely. I knew I loved him when we sat down in front of our new TV together, watching some stupid show with way too many confused teenage girls, and he just leaned his head against my shoulder and sighed. He put his paw on top of mine, and we just sat together...and I loved him.

I didn't tell him for a long time. For one, I didn't want to freak him out. We were doing great as just friends, and while I had a pretty strong inkling that he was gay, that didn't mean he was into me. Plus, his innocence, his sweetness, reminded me of my ex. Tony had been wide-eyed and naïve like Edge, and almost as pretty. Almost.

But, when I was leaving work one day, I saw some white daisies just outside the fence. They were so pure and beautiful, sitting all by themselves surrounded by the ugly dirt, that I couldn't help but think of Edge. I reached my paw outside the fence when no one was looking and snatched them. Just three little flowers. But they were enough. I knew they'd be the help I needed to tell my cellie that he was more than a friend to me, more than anyone had been to me.

I ended up late back on the block, so I had to go straight to the cell. I waited for Edge to show, and I bit my lower lip a lot, and had to keep reminding myself not to crush the flowers in my paw. I was seriously nervous.

When Edge walked through the door, my nerves were gone, and I saw everything clearly. I offered him my surprise, and I'd never seen him look so flabbergasted. Edge is real smart, so he's always got something to say. But then, at that moment, he was speechless. He just stood there for a minute, staring at the flowers. But then, he took them, and thanked me, and it looked like he might cry. We hugged, and I could feel the hug was different. It was stronger, warmer, fiercer than any before it. I even picked him up, hauling him right off the floor. He was light as a feather. And I just knew that he was the one. So I told him.

"I love you," I said into his ear. His ears were so delicate and warm, and they always smelled really good for some reason.

I remember him stiffening in my grip a bit, surprised. I didn't give him the chance to react. I set him down and I kissed him. I pushed my mouth on his and tried to show him just how much I meant what I'd said. I've never been much for words, so I tried to let the actions do the talking.

At first, I think all I got out of him was more surprise. But then, he just kind of melted, and we were kissing, and it was really amazing. He was an awesome kisser, and his lips felt so damn good. Then, something in him clicked, and he took over. He pried my mouth open with his, and before I knew what was happening, his tongue was in my muzzle, and his arms were around my neck, like he was holding on for dear life, and he'd drown if I didn't breathe oxygen right into him.

When he tried to take control like that, when he showed me how much he cared, I lost my restraint. I grabbed onto him with lust and love, stroking down his back, pulling his tail, and squeezing his amazingly shaped ass. I felt something then that I hadn't felt since Tony: real arousal. Not just, 'Oh he's hot, I'd fuck him,' kind of arousal. I mean, 'Wow, I love this guy so fucking much my heart's going to explode, and he's so damn beautiful that I want to make love to him right this fucking second!' kind of horny. I wanted Edge right then and there.

The block started getting noisier. People were anxious for lunch, and we only had a few minutes to go. I pulled away from Edge slowly, continuing to go back in for more kisses. His lips were like crack, and I was definitely addicted.

He looked so shy and cute right then that I kissed him again. "Guess it's time for clean up, huh?" I said, grinning at him.

He never responded, other than by looking in my eyes for a while. That's what we always did. He picked up that staring habit from me; mom always used to yell at me for staring, saying it was rude, but I found it a good way to sum people up. People always tell you who they are with how they act, they just don't realize it.

I turned from him and cleaned up as usual, rinsing my face off, trimming my beard, tucking my shirt in. I even ran a comb through my hair.

Then, I said, "Well, it's all yours, baby!" and he just couldn't find a response. He just smiled at me, completely surprised at how casually I'd called him 'baby.' What else was I supposed to call him? I was in love with him! He was my fucking baby, and I wouldn't think of him as anything else.

Then, he sat next to me on the bed, and his brows furrowed. He looked constipated for a minute, then he said, "I love you." I could tell it was something he wasn't used to saying, and something he really, really meant. And I was so happy I could have sung, though that would have just hurt his ears.

And I replied, "I know baby, you just needed a little help coming out with it." I tried to sound confident, but I hadn't known one hundred percent. I had really believed he loved me, but sometimes when you're in love, you'll convince yourself of anything. I knew I couldn't be sure until I heard it from the wolf's mouth, and when I did, I couldn't believe how happy I was, sitting behind bars in the state prison for a twenty-five to life sentence. If Edge loved me, I didn't care if it was a thousand years. "Now clean up, hurry!" I said to him, kissing him again.

He followed my instructions, primping his pretty self while I watched, dying to have him in my arms again.

Then off to lunch we went, where I inhaled the green beans he'd made. He was a good cook, even with the food they had him make, and I enjoyed eating his creations. It made me feel like I was truly appreciating him in just one more way, and I'd been doing it since just a few days of him being there.

When we went back to the cell after buying some food at the commissary, Edge looked a little tense and confused. I didn't have to ask, though, because he came out with it.

"Shady," he said. His voice made my name sound sexy, which I liked.

"Yeah, baby?" I replied, all smiles. He really made me feel incredible.

"You need to know something about me before..." he trailed off. I knew what he meant. Before this relationship we had could really transition from friendship to lovers.

"Alright," I responded happily, my tail thumping around on the bed. He could tell me he was a blue sea monster from Neptune and I'd love him.

Then we heard someone coming, and Edge went to the writing desk and turned away, and I picked up one of my old books. Two inmates passed, leering into our cell as they went, and I had trouble not glaring back. I hated pretending that I wasn't in love with Edge, that he was my bitch. Nothing could have been further from the truth. If anything, he was the one who had me wrapped around his cute little finger.

When they'd gone, Edge came and sat next to me on my bed again. He looked pretty down.

"I need to tell you why I'm here," he said.

"No you don't," I replied. Every man had his secrets, and he didn't have to tell me anything he didn't want to. I just wanted to hold him and kiss him and make him forget about all that.

"Yes, I do. You're always calling me 'innocent'... It's why you like me so much, you said it yourself." I felt my mouth open; I was about to interrupt him, which I never do. Interrupting's bad manners. But, I held my tongue. "But I'm not innocent. I'm here because I'm guilty."

"Yeah, says some jury," I said bitterly, a little laugh in my voice.

"They got this one right, Shady. Do you know what my sentence is? Why I'm here?" he asked.

"I think you said fifteen one time," I said. I could feel my brow furrow; why did he need to tell me this so bad? He'd always be my innocent Edge no matter what he did.

"Yeah...for manslaughter," he said quietly. It looked like he was having a hard time staying calm.

"So you killed a guy on accident or something?" I asked him.

"I should be in here for murder, Shady," he choked out. "I stabbed a man to death seventeen times with a chef's knife."

I sat there thinking for a while. I remember hearing a line from somewhere, something like, 'I ain't never heard of a man getting killed who wasn't getting exactly what was coming to him.' This pretty little wolf was mine, and I knew he'd never kill someone in cold blood. But I let him continue; I could tell this would be hard for him.

"I'm not innocent like you always say. I'm guilty. I killed a man, and I deserve to be here for life."

I just kept staring, thinking. I could hear the guilt in his voice, how bad he felt about what he'd done. I let the silence continue as I thought, and then I said, "What happened?"

The story he told me was one that took every ounce of my strength to endure. Every second I spent with Edge, I was falling deeper in love with him, and to hear how he lived in fear every day from a man who was supposed to be taking care of him, who was supposed to love him, was just about more than I could stand. And when he started crying, telling me how he'd had to stab the guy to save his own life, I cried, too. I cried for the agony my baby had suffered just for being in love. And when he'd finished that horrible, horrible story, I just took him in my arms and held him tight.

"Addison," I said in his ear, and he just about melted. It was the first time I'd ever said his real name. I said it a couple more times, reassuring him how much I cared about him. I kissed him, licked the tears from his cheeks, took his neck in my mouth and bit it gently, trying to soothe and calm and love and arouse him all at once. He bent to my will like reeds to a river. "You're not a murderer," I told him, and I kissed him right on the lips.

We shared a really warm moment until Dominguez decided to strut by, the douche. We had to separate as usual, and I watched as Dominguez looked at my wolf with lustful eyes, then gave me a little pussy glare. I stared daggers at him, not only for raising his filthy eyebrows at my man, but for interrupting our time together.

When he'd gone, I stood up and pushed Edge against the wall, grinding into him, kissing him ferociously, dying for his embrace. I wanted to fuck him right that second. I wanted to make love to him. Like I said, I'm not one for words. I wanted to show him with my body just how good I could make him feel, how much I cared about him.

We made out, we touched, we dry-humped. It was getting way too hot in that cell, and all I felt like doing was stripping my baby's clothes off and taking him.

I was running my claws through Edge's back fur, wrapping my jaws around his neck again, when he said in my ear, "John," and licked it. It surprised me so much that I bit him pretty hard, but the yelp I got from him definitely didn't sound pained. He was grinding up on me, and my name dripping from his sexy lips made my dick jump in my pants.

A loud noise crushed our intimacy. It was shower time.

We did pretty well in the showers, considering we went from being all over each other to having to stand next to each other naked. When we walked back to the cell after our shower, I kept my shirt off, showing off every sculpted muscle, and Edge looked playfully annoyed. I could tell my teasing was driving him crazy, which was exactly what I wanted.

We played cards and chatted for a while in the cell, just passing the time before lights out. After a while, Edge went to the desk to write his mom a letter, something he enjoyed doing. Him and his mom were pretty close, and she wasn't able to come and visit very often, though he was always really happy when she did. He seemed really distracted while he was writing, which was a good thing. I wanted him thinking about me, because I was definitely not reading my book. I was thinking about him.

I got up and snuck up on him, peering over his shoulder. He jumped about ten feet, which made me laugh.

"Your pawwriting is pretty," I said.

"Thanks, honey," he replied. I loved when he called me honey.

Thankfully, it was lights out nearly right after that. I had plans for lights out.

After we'd gotten in bed and the lights went out, I lie there waiting patiently for first rounds, which were usually around a half-hour in. After maybe fifteen minutes, I whispered, "Addison?"

"Yeah?" he replied, his voice warm and delicious, even at a whisper.

"I love you," I whispered back up to him.

"I love you too, honey."

After a little while, the CO came by, and I pretended to be asleep, as usual. She passed pretty quick, and we lie there a while more, waiting for the silence we now felt to have more of a sense of permanence.

Then I called up to him, "Addison, come down here, please." I didn't usually say 'please,' which was a bad habit, but I wanted him to know that it was a request, and that he could refuse if he wanted.

He didn't refuse. He slipped into my bed, and I kissed him, and that was it. I made love to him fiercely that night, pushing my dick inside him as deep as it would go, kissing him with everything in me, sucking his cock like crazy, doing anything I could to make us both feel as good as possible.

Edge-no, Addison-was so small, I thought I might break him. I loved him so much, and he was so sexy to me, that I wasn't able to hold back at all, so I was scared for him. But he didn't break. He writhed and moaned beneath me, and with a particularly deep thrust of my cock, he came all over himself. He leaned up to me and moaned, "Oh, John..." into my ear, and with one bite of his teeth, I sprayed my load inside him, cumming harder than I ever have. I wished the moment would last forever.

But, it was over in just a few minutes. We were lying down, basking in the afterglow together, and he said to me, "I love you, John." I knew he'd never call me Shady again, at least when we were alone.

"I love you, Addison..." I said to him softly.

The next year or so was incredible. You might think that prison would be awful, but when you've got someone like Addison by your side, a torture chamber could be heaven. He was a radiant ball of sunshine, even more so once I confessed my love for him, and he brightened every moment of my life in that prison.

We kept up the charade pretty well around the inmates most of the time. I'd try to be as demeaning as possible, and he'd submit to me and do whatever I said. I called him "bitch" and "slut" and "whore" constantly to keep up appearances. Eventually, he and I being near each other was expected. If an inmate ever saw one of us without the other, they were usually very surprised.

But we slipped up. More than once, we were making out or feeling each other up during free time in our cell, and we'd barely gotten apart in time for someone to walk by. Quite a few times, that person was Dominguez. Ever since I'd fucked up his wrist for slapping Addison's ass, he'd held kind of a vendetta, but clearly hadn't had any opportunity to carry it out against me. Still, on those occasions, he'd stared into our cell suspiciously, as if he knew what we'd been doing.

A couple of times, I'd nearly called Addison "baby" instead of "bitch" in front of guys like Reynolds. That fucker was still lusting after Addison after all this time, and he looked for any sign that I was getting bored with him so he could "take him off my paws."

One day, we were careless.

I'll never forget that day.

We were in our cell just after work, chatting and laughing, and Addison went over to the sink to clean up before lunch. As he bent over the sink to rinse his face, I got hard just looking at his tight little ass. So, I snuck up behind him and pushed my package against his butt, my arms wrapping around him. He laughed and grabbed the towel, drying his face off, and turned around in my arms, kissing me deeply, his paws running up my neck and through my hair.

"Huh," said a voice. The two of us bolted apart, looking around wildly for the source. It was Dominguez again, standing at the door to our cell, and he was staring. He'd been there when we'd been kissing so romantically a moment before, and I knew it. But, I didn't know what to do about it.

"Why aren't you in your fuckin' cell, Dominguez?" I spat, not sure why he'd be wandering around when we were locked in.

"Just got back from seein' the doctor, was feelin' a little sick!" he replied, a huge smile on his face. "After watching you faggots go at it, I probably better go back! I think I might puke!" The jackal sneered viciously, laughing, and all I could do was glare at him. Addison stood there shaking, silent for a few moments.

"Wait!" he called to Dominguez just as he was about to walk away. I was startled to hear Addison even speak to Dominguez, especially considering their past history.

"What, pretty boy?" he replied scathingly.

"What do you want, Dominguez?" was all Addison asked. All three of us knew what he was really asking. What was it going to take to keep Dominguez's mouth shut?

The jackal looked thoughtful for a while, grinning at us, clearly amused with the hand he'd been dealt. "Well," he said slowly, and he licked his lips lasciviously. "I got needs, too. Maybe if you start giving me some of that tight little pussy, I'll look the other way on your guys' faggy little romance." He raised his eyebrows at Addison, which had become his "look" for my baby, and I snarled.

"Done," Addison said quickly, and I jumped.

"NO!" I growled. I knew what he was doing. He was sacrificing himself to save us. I might've been a master of martial arts, but I couldn't fight off the whole prison.

"Well now! Seems like little Edge really has been wanting a taste of some real fucking cock!" Dominguez laughed. I hated his laugh. It was cold and vicious, just like his personality.

"You're not getting him, you little shit, so you can just go the fuck back to your cell!" I roared.

That shut him up. His expression became fierce and stubborn and angry once more, and he said, "Fine, then. Don't expect me to keep quiet about your little gay love affair then." And he walked off.

"John!" Addison yelled at me. "What the fuck are you doing?" He looked furious, but most of it was fueled by fear, I could tell.

"He's not touching you," I said sternly. "I don't care how many of these assholes I have to kill, no one's touching you."

"Look, I appreciate the protection, but I'd rather let Dominguez have his way with me every so often and keep you safe then risk the whole prison coming down on us." He looked really worried, but his words stung.

"Yeah, whatever Edge, you just want some more fucking cock and were looking for an excuse to get it," I spat at him, seething.

He stared at me incredulously for a moment, then said, "Excuse me?"

"You fucking heard," I replied. My heart was hurting that he'd even agree to let someone else touch him, no matter what the reason. I knew he was doing the right thing to save us, but I couldn't let him. Dominguez could seriously hurt him, or give him a disease, or tell everyone about us anyway once he got his fill. Plus, Addison was mine. No one was allowed to touch his beautiful body but me.

"John," he said quietly, but with more authority than I'd ever heard him use. He was standing up to me. "Stop being a fucking little bitch, or I'll slap you like one." He glared into my eyes, the blue of his like two chips of ice. "I'm my own man, I make my own decisions. I'm going to give Dominguez what he wants because I care about you, and I want to protect you more than anything. You know that I love you more than I'll ever love anyone. I'd never do anything to hurt you on purpose. But if letting Dominguez fuck me every now and again will keep you alive, I'm going to fucking do it. And there's not a word you can say or a thing you can do that will stop me."

I had never heard him speak like that to anyone before, most especially me. I'd never seen him so stern and fierce and angry. I'd never seen him so protective, either. And I lost my nerve, and I crumbled, my expression pulling down into sadness, my shoulders slumping. "But..." I mumbled, looking at the floor, "but I don't want him to touch you..."

I heard him step forward slowly, and I saw his paw as it went under my chin to lift my gaze to his. He was smiling just a little, and his eyes were much warmer. "I know you don't, baby," he said to me, and he kissed me. "I don't want anyone but you to have me, ever. But I refuse to see you killed over this, or to die myself. You know how these guys are better than I do. They use and abuse faggots like me. And you? Well...they can't fuck you, so they'll kill you, or at least they'll try." He had so much love in his eyes and his voice that tears came to my eyes. "I won't ever let that happen if I can control it."

We just stared at each other for a second. Then the announcement for lunch and the clanging of the bars opening shattered our silence, and we trudged out of our cell mechanically, Addison leading the way, and me half-heartedly following.

We ate in silence. Dominguez looked like he was brooding halfway across the mess, and he wasn't really talking to anyone. One could only imagine what the little shit was thinking.

After lunch, Addison squeezed my paw while no one was looking, then walked straight up to Dominguez with his pretty head held high. No one was paying attention, they were all off to their cells for a bit before we had some time in the yard. I wanted to stop him, but I knew I couldn't. As I watched him go, all I was thinking was how he was protecting us.

I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could kind of read their lips. Dominguez smiled and said something like, "Hey, maricón, change your mind?"

Addison replied by asking something like "when and where?"

It looked like the jackal said something about "dinner" and "cell," but I couldn't tell. Then he reached and grabbed Addison's ass firmly, hanging his tongue out lewdly.

It took every ounce of self-control I had not to snap his neck. I held my feet in place by sheer will power alone, glaring over at them.

Addison looked very uncomfortable, but didn't object to being groped. He said something very generic I think, like, "See you then," and walked away quickly without turning back.

Just as Addison got back to me, frowning and looking downtrodden, Dominguez called as loudly as he could, "Hey Shady! Thanks for letting me borrow your little wife tonight!" and winked.

Every guy that was still around turned and stared, some of them grinning, others looking surprised or angry or any range of emotions. As far as they were concerned, after over a year, big, bad Shady was finally lending out his bitch.

I stared daggers at Dominguez for making the transaction so public, and as Addison and I walked back to our cell quickly, the CO's yelling at us for taking too long, I had plenty of dudes calling for "rates" and "prices."

"How much do you charge for a night with that bitch, anyhow?" asked Reynolds snidely as he passed, slipping down the corridor to his block without waiting for a reply.

That little comment from the lion nearly sent me over the edge. Reynolds and Dominguez had always been tight, everyone knew that. Dominguez was third in command of the Blue Lacers, a gang that was as much an ally to the Shangers as two prison gangs could be allied. If there was a gang brawl in the yard, the Shangers and the Blue Lacers always had each other's backs, and Dominguez and Reynolds always watched out for each other. The idea that Reynolds would be invited to share in Dominguez's conquest of Addison was laughably likely, and was too much for me to handle.

When we got back to the cell, Addison just sighed a little, the sound barely audible over the clanking of the bars. He seemed kind of down, but otherwise pretty accepting of his fate. It hurt me all the worse to hear that soft sound of defeat, and tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Addison, please...there's gotta be another way, he's gonna hurt you!" I cried, covering my face in my paws. I was shaking violently. "I can't, I can't lose another one, I can't, I can't..." was all I kept sobbing. I don't think I'd ever broken down so badly, and thus far, nothing had even happened.

Addison looked downright alarmed. He sat down next to me, rubbing my back with his paw, and he stared at me. "John, what do you mean, you 'can't lose another one'?"

I had been avoiding this talk since Addison and I had first met. Just as he'd revealed to me the reason he was behind bars a year earlier, I was now forced to do the same, though it was still very painful for me.

"A-Addie," I stuttered the nickname I sometimes used for him. I only called him Addie when I really, really, really wanted to show just how in love with him I was, like when he was mad at me or when I was consoling or reassuring him. I sniffed a couple times and wiped my nose on my arm before I continued. "Addie, I've...I've never told you why I'm here..."

"No, you haven't, but if it's too hard to talk about, I understand, sweetie," he replied instantly, probably alerted by my use of his nickname. He looked profoundly sad.

"No, no...now's the time. Like I told you before, I'm in here for twenty-five...but I never said my real sentence. It's twenty-five to life, Addie. I'm in here for murder." I stared into his beautiful blue eyes waiting for a reaction, but he didn't flinch. He just looked insistent, as if he were saying, "So what?" with his body.

"A-anyway," I continued when I didn't receive a clear response, "I...I didn't do it baby, I swear. Somebody...somebody killed..." I stammered, trying to force out the words. I'd been keeping this secret locked away in a hidden part of my mind, distancing myself from it in the hopes of forgetting it altogether. But the images of his broken body, of his handsome face spattered with blood, were flooding back into my brain, and it was killing me to remember it. Addison looked like he might say something, but I cut him off, desperate to push out my story. "Somebody k-killed my boyfriend Tony...totally brutalized him and sh-shot him...and framed me for it."

"Oh...oh God!" Addison blurted, looking completely shocked and mortified. "Th-that's awful! I'm so, so sorry..." he whimpered out, as if he couldn't think of anything else to say, which he likely couldn't. Who could?

"I-it's okay, baby, I've made my peace with Tony. He's in heaven now, and I'm sure he's happy seeing me with someone as wonderful as you," I offered to him, trying to make it clear that he was my love, and that I didn't hold on to my feelings for Tony.

"But...but it's so selfish of me..." he mumbled, still looking deep into my eyes. "I just up and threw myself in harm's way without a second thought to protect you, but after what you've been through..." He looked very confused and frustrated and guilt-ridden. "Who could have done that to Tony? To you?"

"I wish I knew," I replied, my old bitterness and seething rage rising to the surface. "I'd pay them back double, that's for sure."

We just sat in silence for a long while, looking at each other, neither of us sure of what to say or do. Now that he knew just how I felt about his safety, he looked baffled and uncertain.

"Baby, I love you. I'd rather die fighting off the whole prison than see you hurt. Maybe we should just let Dominguez tell who he wants, and see what happens." I normally would have been much more firm, but I did want him to feel like he had a say, because he absolutely did. It was his body, after all.

"I...I think you're right. I guess I'll just tell him I changed my mind, then... Wonder how he'll react to that?" he asked, easing close to me.

"Badly," I replied softly, and let myself fall into a warm, delicious kiss with him. I pulled him into my arms and really gave it to him, my kisses passionate to the last drop. He was my all, and whatever happened, I wanted every minute we shared to be filled with the love I had for him.

Count was announced, and the prison rumbled as inmates stood against the bars of their cells, waiting to be counted. The two of us got up and stood together, paw in paw, waiting for the CO. When he passed, he lingered, noticing our paws held, but moved on quickly enough, clearly not caring enough to say or do anything.

After count, we were released into the yard for free time. Walking down the corridors of the prison, seeing the veritable ocean of men that were flooding out into the yard, became an entirely different experience when we were weighted by the knowledge that our secret was soon to come out. Every face looked more snide and scheming and vicious, and everyone's body language somehow communicated hostility much more than usual.

When we got out to the yard, Addison and I had a smoke on the back fence like we usually did. Normally, for appearances, I'd make him pull out two cigarettes from his own pack, light them both, then give me one, perpetuating the idea that he had to do things for me and give me things in exchange for my protection. This time, however, I pulled out my own pack and put a cigarette to his lips, then lit it myself. He stared at me a bit, as if he were unsure how to react. If I knew Addison, he was fighting whether or not to say, "Thank you, sweetie!" He was real polite like that.

I think I saw maybe one or two heads turned in our direction when I looked up from Addison's worried face, but they quickly turned away. I lit my own cig and took several long drags, my eyes still red and a bit irritated from crying earlier.

"So I'm guessing Dominguez told you to come to his cell after dinner, before showers?" I asked Addison.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" he replied curiously.

"I used to be able to read lips pretty well, but I'm a little rusty," I said. "Leave it to Dominguez to put on a show."

"What do you mean?" When I looked down at his face, he looked so pretty and delicate that I almost started crying again. I'd been training him in martial arts for a year, and he was getting pretty good. He really liked Kung Fu and Tae Kwon Do, and his muscles were taut and firm. He was really very strong and flexible. But he still looked like my beautiful little daisy, my stunning flower in a sea of ugly dirt.

"He wouldn't have to pay a CO much to get you out of our cell after lights out and bring you to his. There's other ways, too, more discrete ways of him doing this. But he chose free time because any guy could walk by his cell and watch him fuck you," I explained bitterly, nearly grabbing his paw again to reassure myself that no one would be touching him.

"Oh," was all he said in response.

We stood quietly for a while, smoking and breathing the cool, fresh air. Then, Addison's ears perked up, and he looked to his right. Dominguez was walking toward us, along with Reynolds. Each had a few gang cronies behind them as well.

"What the fuck?" I said under my breath. "What do they want?"

"Sup Shady, Edge?" greeted Dominguez, tilting his head back. He was talking a little louder than he normally would; my immediate instinct was that his gang was listening all over the yard.

Neither Addison nor I said anything. We just nodded in return.

"You know, I thought about our little...arrangement," he went on, smiling broadly at Addison and rubbing his crotch, "and I'm thinking I want more on my side of the deal."

Addison and I both stared, my jaw clenching tight, my fists doing likewise. I could feel all of my muscles tensing and flexing, ready at any time to spring into action to protect the man I loved.

"Anyway," Dominguez went on when he didn't get a response, "I'm thinking Edge is going to belong to the Blue Lacers now. Unless..." he trailed off.

Unless he wanted us to tell everyone that we were gay lovers.

"Shangers will be happy to borrow him frequently, too," Reynolds added with a laugh, and some of his cronies nodded in agreement.

"Deal's off," I finally said, grimacing. "Neither of you fucks is touching Edge, unless you really do want to die."

It was silent for a minute. It even seemed like most of the yard had gone eerily quiet. When I allowed a quick shift of my eyes, I noticed that it had. The Blue Lacers and Shangers in the yard were listening intently, waiting to hear if they were needed in a fight, and the rest of the inmates were looking over wondering what the gangs were so fired up about.

"So I guess everyone gets to know how you two are a couple of little faggot homo love birds, huh?" Dominguez said spitefully.

"Guess so," said Addison tersely. Then he made a mistake. He gave them a smirk, a little mocking smile.

Everything happened in a flash. With barely a couple nods from Reynolds and Dominguez, half their gang was surrounding us, ready to kill us for insulting them. Addison instinctively went in stance, ready to fight, and I did likewise, eyeing around us. As I looked around, I felt like there might be a slim chance of us surviving, if we worked together. But just as I thought that, Dominguez said, "Get him." Not them. Him.

About twenty of them came down on me fast, and I realized what they were doing. They didn't attack Addison, though he was prepared for them to. They blocked anything he aimed at them and pushed him as far away from me as they could, sending their fists and feet and shanks at me as fast as they could move them. They wanted to separate us. They had planned this from the beginning.

I wasn't overwhelmed, but I was certainly distracted; ducking, leaping, punching, kicking, and disarming this many men took a lot of concentration. Before I knew what had happened, I heard my name being screamed out, and I barely saw Addison being dragged away by Dominguez and Reynolds as the full force of their gangs set upon me.

"NO!" I roared, but to no avail. There were too many of them, and as I took two down, four more would pop up in their place. One got a cheap shot in, so I snapped his arm. Another cut my side, so I broke a few of his ribs. I fought furiously, panicking, just trying to take out as many of the bastards as I could so I could save my man. I was using the most painful techniques I could manage; instead of knocking a guy out, I'd break his jaw. Instead of kicking a guy, I'd snap his leg so he couldn't stand. I got cut several times, hit in the face, in the back, in the gut. But I was an animal, a frenzied, terrified, and above all, pissed off beast that wanted blood. And blood I got.

It took only minutes for me to mow down the two gangs, a feat I had thought impossible. My heart was pumping so fast I thought I'd choke on it, and my limbs ached with the strain of so much exertion at once. I was covered in the blood of others, bruised and sliced, but I was alive. And as I broke another face, I thought, "I'm coming for you, baby."

When there were about ten guys left, all of whom looked leery of attacking me, I made my break for it, kicking my way through and bolting for the doors to the prison. The CO's standing watch looked like they were going to stop me, but didn't have the balls to do it; I imagine I looked pretty fucking scary. Good, fucking assholes. I would have snapped their necks.

I ran as fast as I could toward Dominguez's cell, which was two floors above mine on our block. My eyes were streaming with tears, and my jaw was clenched so tight that I thought I'd pop a tooth out. I could taste my own blood from some lucky hits to my face, and the taste just fueled my rage, my stomping feet, my pumping legs, my furious heart.

I could hear Addison's screams echoing, as I was coming up the stairs, and all I could think to myself was, 'They better not have paid a CO to lock the cell door...'

As I looked down the line, however, I realized they weren't smart enough for that. I ran as fast as I could, and what I saw horrified me beyond words.

Reynolds was leaned up against the back wall of the cell, holding back Addison's arms and neck. Dominguez was in front of Addison, his sinewy arms deftly holding my lover's legs spread wide. Between the two of them, they were holding my baby up off the ground. And from what I could see, they were shoving both of their filthy dicks inside him at once.

I twisted Dominguez's head so hard I nearly turned it backward, and his spine gave several sickening cracks as his miserable life was ended in the blink of an eye. Before Reynolds even had time to react, I'd pulled Addison away from him and slammed the heel of my right paw against his nose so hard that I shoved all of the cartilage of his muzzle straight into his brain. He died looking surprised, his eyes open.

I stood there panting for a minute, trying to catch my breath, the dead bodies at my feet somehow not calming my rage. I still felt so angry I could scream, so pumped full of adrenaline that I could leap a building.

And then I heard the smallest noise, and my heart nearly stopped dead. It was Addison. He made the tiniest cry, and all of my rage evaporated.

I turned to see him shivering and shaking on the bottom bunk, completely naked, his body bruised, his face bloody. He'd put up a fight.

His beautiful tail was wrapped between his legs all the way around his crotch, and his eyes were closed very tightly. His arms were wrapped around his stomach, and he whimpered and cried in fear and pain.

I climbed onto the bed to ease his suffering, and when he felt my weight on the mattress, he screamed a piteous, heart-wrenching scream, his eyes flying open, his little body scrambling to get away, his chest heaving with panicked breath punctuated by sobs.

I started crying then. I said, "Shhh...Addie, it's me, John," barely able to choke out the words through my tears. I reached out one of my big paws very, very slowly, and I eased it against his cheek, letting the warmth and familiar feel show him I was here to help him and love him. When he felt it, he broke down. He cried and cried, and I pulled him into my arms, shushing him and comforting him as best I could, which was horribly, because I was just crying and crying, too.

I cried for what my baby had had to endure just for us to be together. I cried for the men's lives I'd had to end just to keep him safe. I cried for every cut and bruise each of us had. I cried for Tony. I cried for Addison. I cried for me.

Eventually, I picked him up and carried him to the doctor. Some CO's threatened me, asking me what happened, and I glared at them, saying that I saved him while he was being raped. They asked me to put him down so he could walk to the doctor himself, and I told them they'd have to shoot me first. So, they escorted me to the doctor.

I whispered to Addison that I was taking him to the doctor and that he was safe, and he just moaned a little, still shaking like a leaf. I just kept on crying as I walked, and the CO's looked at me a little oddly.

When I set Addison down on the exam room table, his eyes flew open, and he looked at me desperately, not wanting to be left alone. My heart, already broken, shattered some more at that sight. I told him that it was okay, that the doctor would take good care of him.

I was escorted from the exam room by the CO's with their guns held to me. I wouldn't have left otherwise. The doctor, from what I saw of him, looked like a crabby-yet very wise-old man, and I hoped that he treated my baby well.

I was locked in my cell for the rest of the night with no shower. Dinner was brought to my cell. It was the loneliest I'd felt in my life, knowing my baby was here, but not being able to see him or touch him or kiss him.

The next day, I went in for questioning about what had happened. There were detectives from the police there, as well as the warden, a brusque badger with a bushy mustache and a very stern, knowing gaze. He looked like the kind of guy I'd get along with famously if he weren't the warden of the prison I was currently incarcerated in.

Detective Knoll, a homely skunk woman with downturned eyes, questioned me. And I answered truthfully, honestly. I had thought the previous night that it might be better for me to make up some story about how Dominguez and Reynolds had ended up dead in Dominguez's cell, but for the life of me, I couldn't see how that would help, or even think of any kind of plausible story. So, I told the truth. I killed them to save Addison.

I remember, in that dark, dingy little room, Detective Knoll asked, "Why were you so desperate to protect your cellmate, especially considering the dangers you faced?"

And all I could think was to answer honestly again. "Because I'm in love with him," I replied simply.

The whole room had seemed a little shocked at that answer, but no one said anything.

After my interview, I was placed in solitary, which only made me feel more alone, as it was meant to. I received all my meals in my cell, and I was only allowed out an hour a day. This went on for two brutal weeks, where no one would answer my questions regarding Addison's well being, and all I did all day was think about how I had been wrongly accused of murder, and now I was guilty of two. I'd never get out now. Hell, they might even execute me.

On the first day of my third week, a CO opened my cell door, and in walked Detective Knoll. She looked happy, which I wasn't sure was a good thing.

"Hello Mr. Shade," she greeted me pleasantly. I hadn't been called 'Mr. Shade' for a long time, and it sounded very foreign.

"Hello, Detective Knoll," I replied warily.

"I have some good news for you!" she said with enthusiasm.

"Really?" I said, trying to fight the sarcasm out of my voice and losing.

"Yes," she responded. "First, you're going back to your cell with Mr. Carver." She winked at me, and I had to blink and stare for a minute for these words to process. Before I said anything, she continued, "As for recent events, the two inmates who died here a couple weeks back have had autopsies performed, and the inmates involved have been interviewed. Their cause of death, as far as the legal system goes, is gang-related violence, killer or killers unknown."

I stared at her some more, flabbergasted. "But...how...?"

"Trust me, Mr. Shade. No one will ask questions. Neither of these men had families or anyone that would be pursuing legal action. No one will look into this matter further." She continued to smile at me, and my heart lept.

"But, why?" I asked.

"Let's just say that I believe every word you told me in your interview, and I don't feel you should be punished. I was able to convince my superiors and people that have more legal pull than me to ensure that this matter is taken care of." She was positively beaming, and I could sense that she was happy for me.

"Th-thank you so, so much," I said from the bottom of my heart. I felt like crying again, something that had been happening too often for my liking.

"You're welcome. Can I escort you back to your cell?"

And so she did. As we walked, she told me that she had checked into my case, and she recommended I appeal, because she said from what she saw, the evidence wasn't as strong as it appeared. I thanked her right before I saw Addison's smiling face for the first time in what felt like eons.

The CO let me into our cell, locked the door behind me, and walked away. And Addison and I just looked into each other's eyes for the longest time, standing facing each other, him looking up at me, me down at him. Most of his wounds were nearly healed, and his blue eyes were bright with happiness at the sight of me, I could tell.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," I replied, grinning.

We stared a moment more, then he rushed into my arms, and we were kissing ferociously, our bodies melded together, our hearts synchronizing once more. I forgot, just for a moment, about two weeks previous. I forgot about fighting for our lives, about him being raped, about killing two men. All I knew was that I loved Addison Carver more than anything, and with him in my arms, nothing else mattered.

He finally had to break our kiss, and when he did, he had a radiant smile on his face. "I love you," he said simply.

"I love you more," I replied hungrily, dipping down for another kiss.

He giggled softly when I did this, humoring me with a few more kisses, and I growled and said, "I love your laugh!" kissing him some more.

"I missed you," he added, and he pulled me into a fierce hug. His voice sounded sad.

"I missed you like crazy," I replied, nearly crushing him with affection. "Are you okay? What happened with the doctor? Is everything okay?" Now that we'd gotten our burst of joy out of the way, reality was setting in fast, and I realized that I hadn't seen him since he'd been lying on a doctor's exam bed.

He sighed softly, obviously feeling like I did, that things were getting real again. "They..." he started slowly, as if he were easing into a cold pool. "They...tore my rectum and anus in a couple of places...I had to get some stitches..." He shuddered in my arms, and I felt like bringing the assholes back to life so I could kill them again. "But, everything's fine. They knocked out one of my back teeth, too, but other than that, I'm okay." He pulled out of our hug to smile at me, but his smile wasn't radiant like before, it was soft, accepting, and happy. "Guess we just won't have sex for a little while, huh?" He didn't say this with a joke in his voice, or overly seriously. He said it plainly and gracefully.

"Baby, I'd never put you through something like that..." I replied, horrified at the idea of even touching him the wrong way until he'd had a lot of time to heal.

"What, sex?" he asked, laughing softly. "John, remember why I'm here. I used to get raped all the time. I'm not saying that what happened is excusable...because..." he looked pained for a moment, and I whimpered, "because I will...never...forget what happened. But, I love you more than anything in the whole world. And I'll heal, probably quicker than you think. And then I'll want you to make love to me again. Because, as someone who's been raped, it's really nice to be able to choose to make love with you."

The sentiment was so beautiful that my eyes felt a bit steamy, and I blinked quickly a few times. "I love you so much, Addison," I told him, kissing him once more.

We talked for a while. I'd been released back into population after lunch, so there was time for us to enjoy each other's company a little before we were forced out into the yard. I told him about what Detective Knoll had said, and he was elated. He had been worried about the things I'd worried about, and was glad it was resolved. Detective Knoll and her actions gave us both a bit more faith in the system again, given both of us were in prison for the wrong reasons.

When I told him about solitary, he shuddered and held my big paw in his small one. He had spent a couple days in the Medical Ward to heal, then been released. He said he'd been lonely without me, but he was thankful to have gotten to work with his friends and actually be around people, even if all of them were pretty terrified to even look at him.

"You'll see when we go outside," he said. "Word travels fast. Everyone knows that you killed Dominguez and Reynolds, and everyone watched you fight all those guys off. The gangs aren't holding a grudge because they don't want to fuck with you. No one does. You should see how they look at me, they're scared shitless." He looked amused, which was an adorable expression on him.

"Good, they fucking should be," I replied.

Count was called, and we were let out into the yard. And Addison's description didn't even do the reactions justice.

These men were terrified of me. If I looked at a guy, he'd jump. None of them would even look at me directly, and they parted like the Red Sea did for Moses when I walked by. There were plenty of guys who'd killed more than me, but clearly none of them had the deadly accuracy I did. Reynolds and Dominguez were the first people I had ever killed, and I hoped they'd be the last. When I started learning the various martial art forms, I learned respect, restraint, and reverence. I never would have killed them if I didn't find it vital.

"Told you," Addison said as we smoked against the back fence.

"Yep, you're right," I replied, taking his paw in mine. I figured everyone knew by now, and if they didn't, they could fuck off. He didn't resist, he just smiled at me.

Five months later, and Addie and I were doing great. We stopped the illusion of the master-bitch relationship, but we didn't get overly romantic in population. We just held paws sometimes, and that was it. No one bothered us. They'd seen what I could really do, and they didn't care to be my next victim, apparently.

We spent our days just like we had before, with one major exception: we hadn't had sex at all, not even pawjobs or anything. I was very respectful with my Addison, and didn't even really feel comfortable putting my paws on his butt, as much as I wanted to. The only problem was, he was so damn beautiful, and I had to look at him naked every single day.

Basically, after five months of having him in view but inaccessible, I was pretty fucking horny.

But, one day, he surprised me.

"I wanna do it," he said randomly. We hadn't even been talking, just watching TV and cuddling.

"What?" I responded automatically, surprised.

"I want to have sex!" he said insistently. "My body has healed perfectly, and my mind...well, I think I'm ready to be vulnerable again, for you." He smiled and kissed me, which was sweet. Then he put his paw on my crotch, which was hot. I got wood faster than a beaver with a leaky dam.

"Well, let's have sex then," I growled, pinning him beneath me and kissing him. I grinded up against him passionately, and he whined into my mouth, clearly missing the intimacy as much as I had been.

"Wait, now?" he asked, breaking from our kiss.

"Why not?" I replied, giving him the bite to his neck that he loved.

"Oooohh!" he moaned unexpectedly, having been taken off guard by my bite. I nearly shot right there. "Umm, it's free time, anyone could see..."

"No one comes by here anymore, they take the long way..." I corrected, slipping my paws under his shirt. I wanted him so badly, I couldn't imagine not having him right that moment.

"But...but I want to take our time, and showers are in like five minutes..." he moaned into my ear, playing with it with his teeth. He knew how to get me going, and he had me right where he wanted me. "John..." he moaned, and my dick throbbed. He knew I loved it when he said my name like that. "John, wait until tonight..."

"God damn it," I grumbled, kissing up his throat to his mouth. "You're a fucking tease..."

"I know," he replied, grinning and engaging me in another tender embrace, his mouth against mine just making me crave him more.

Showers were hardly tolerable. I had to focus a lot of my energy on keeping my cock under control, and Addison didn't help matters at all. He flaunted every toned muscle and lean curve; for the first time, I actually didn't want to look at him, for fear I'd just sport a huge boner the entire shower.

We cuddled in our cell afterward, chatting and watching TV. This was more bearable, because it felt intimate and romantic, not overtly sexual like his naked body dancing around in front of me was.

Lights out came quicker than I thought it would, and before I knew what had happened, the first rounds were over, and I was lying in my bed, listening as Addison eased off his bunk and to the floor, climbing in on top of me.

He kissed me slowly, seductively, and I melted. I had been so fucking horny earlier that I had forgotten how romantic and intimate and sensual being with him could be. His gentle touch was electric, and his body's undulations were driving me wild. He stroked over my muscles lovingly, as if he adored each ripple and bulge, which I think he did. And for a while, we just lie there, kissing and holding each other, and I listened as he whispered to me.

"I love you so, so much, John," he said to me in my ear. "You're so fucking handsome...and strong...and sexy...and funny...and powerful...and beautiful...and so, so sweet..."

I could feel myself blush under my fur. We'd been a couple for a while now, but he'd never been so heartfelt and complimentary, and it was moving me and embarrassing me and arousing me.

I shut him up with a kiss, and for a minute, he just made out with me some more; it basically felt like our tongues were having their own version of sex. Then, he pulled back and whispered again, and my heart quickened at the sound of his sexy voice.

"John, I want to make love to your beautiful body..." I shivered a little, continuing to blush. I think that because I'd never really been eloquent or anything, hearing his words overwhelmed me even further. "I want to be inside you," he whispered, and he bit my ear a bit harder than he usually did, his claws pricking my skin beneath my fur. My only response was to moan louder than I should have, my dick throbbing in my boxers.

I didn't say anything in response, I just kissed him and let him take over, something that I'd secretly been waiting for him to do for a while. I'd always been a total top, and I always would be, but there were those few instances where I just wanted the roles reversed, and he'd picked a perfect night for that. His voice, his body, his teasing, and the months of celibacy all contributed to me submitting totally to his will.

He slunk down my body very slowly, his paws massaging me as he kissed around my neck and chest, licking my nipples and rubbing my arms. The lower he inched down my body, the more I felt myself relax, yet I was still really hyped, excited about the prospect of Addison taking full control. He traced my abs with his tongue, and I shivered again, whispering "Oh God" as his tongue flicked inside my bellybutton. Strands of his long, blond hair were trailing over my sides, and that only added to the pleasure.

"Mmmm..." he grumbled as he came to the waistband of my boxers. He was sort of hunched over me at this point, and he repositioned himself before sliding my boxers down slowly, my fat dick flopping onto my stomach with a slap. The chill of the night air felt good on my naked body, and I lifted my ass to let him pull my boxers all the way off, his tongue dragging along the length of my cock as he did so. I could feel my balls tighten at the pleasure, and I groaned, craving more of his touch.

He massaged my legs as he came back up from removing my shorts, and my body became butter for him. He knew I loved it when he massaged my legs, and he was working every angle he could to get me relaxed and in the mood. What he didn't seem to realize was that he could have just bent me and stuck me, and I would have been thrilled, if only to be with him. All of his ministrations were just an added bonus-an amazing, really hot bonus.

He leaned down and nuzzled my heavy balls, licking them and sucking on them, and his paw stroked my cock really slow, his thumb giving extra attention to the head. My baby's mouth and paws were truly talented, and as he worked my package, I heard my own voice whisper, "Oh yeah baby...mmm..." without so much as a thought.

Slowly, Addison's muzzle started to move away from my balls and down to my taint, where he licked and kissed, his tongue tracing the crease of my thigh against my crotch, the tip of it barely brushing the base of my crack. He was teasing me again, and I couldn't get enough. With his paw still on my shaft and his muzzle between my legs, I pulled my legs back toward myself, gripping behind my knees with my paws to expose my hole to the air.

"Fuck..." I heard Addison moan, and my cock jumped in his paw. Seeing my hole changed his attitude; he shoved his face into my ass and started to rim me deeply right away, apparently over the slow motion. He was practically lying down, half his body off the bed, just to eat my ass, but he was gripping on for dear life, tonguing me in ways I'd never had. The pleasure that washed through me made my body feel like it was on air, and I felt my tail thump around underneath Addison as he really licked my hole.

We stayed like this for what seemed like a long time, his face buried between my legs, and my mouth hanging open in a perpetual moan. But I knew he was just priming me, relaxing me so he could really take me.

Finally, once he'd been tongue-fucking me for probably five minutes, he eased himself back up onto his knees, pulling his underwear down to reveal his hard shaft, his balls hanging low and sexy. As I stared at him, I realized just how hot of a man he was; he was still small and pretty and delicate to me, but he was also muscled, powerful, masculine, and handsome.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous..." I whispered to him.

I think I caught him off guard, because he looked away from me, a silly smile on his face. It was too dark to tell, but I imagined he was blushing. He got over it quickly enough, and put his paws on my hips, easing himself toward me. I gave a little moan when I felt him guide his cock head against my tight entrance-it really had been a long time since I'd been fucked.

"Mmmm..." he growled, then spit in his paw. He lubed his cock up quickly, then teased my hole with his finger, massaging it and penetrating it a bit. It felt like we'd been engaged in foreplay for an eternity, and all I wanted was to have him inside me. So I told him.

"God, Addie..." I moaned, "make love to me." It sounds cheesy, but I really meant it.

He wasted no time. He pushed his cock head against my eager asshole, and I sighed, trying to relax as he attempted to get his first inch in. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt as he stretched me, his cock feeling even bigger than it looked. Addison was definitely above average, and I could feel a little sting from it. But it still felt real good.

Inch by inch, he slid into me, until finally, he was balls deep. When he'd hilted, he leaned over me and kissed me, which only pushed his cock further inside me, and I groaned into his mouth, loving him.

We continued to kiss as he started to thrust in and out of me, and I reached down and stroked my meat, my legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper, closer. His cock was prodding the best spot imaginable, and I knew I'd never last with him inside me, with his mouth on mine.

He made love to me sensually and deeply, pulling nearly all the way out, then plunging back in each time. I hadn't felt so vulnerable in a long time; it wasn't like me to give up control, but I'd've given anything to Addison.

"Oh fuck John," he moaned suddenly, surprising me. He was staring into my eyes, and his expression said it all.

"God, cum in me baby," I responded, kissing him again, my arm wrapping around his neck, my fist furiously pumping my shaft.

His thrusting was hard and deep, and in just a few seconds, I could feel his dick throb and pulse with orgasm inside me. And with his load shooting, his body seizing, his mouth groaning into me, I came harder than I ever remember, spraying my seed between us both.

I remember pulling him into a fierce hug, his cock still snugly buried within me. And I said, "I love you," again, and again, and again.

"I love you so much," he replied.

"And we're on in five, four, three..."

"Good evening, I'm Sonia Gonzales. Our top story tonight: history has been made as two cellmates have been released on the same day from local Whitestone Penitentiary. Addison Carver, who was convicted of manslaughter after stabbing lover Michael Burgeous to death with a kitchen knife, was acquitted after evidence surfaced of the abuse he suffered during his relationship with Burgeous. Patti Burgeous, the victim's mother, inherited all of her son's possessions after his death, and only recently came upon a video camera that still had a tape in it. When she played the tape back, it showed her son brutally beating and eventually raping Carver, then laughing into the camera. Carver was released today on self-defense. His cellmate, Master John Shade of Shade's School of Martial Arts, who was convicted of the brutal murder of lover Anthony Stacks, was acquitted after Carver asked his mother to hire a private investigator to look into Shade's case. The investigator found that the evidence used to convict Shade was faulty, possibly even tampered with, and while Shade wasn't able to provide an alibi for his whereabouts the night of the murder, Detective Robert Johnson was able to locate an eye-witness who recognized Shade from his remote rural jog that night. Never have two cellmates been released on the same day, especially not after both being acquitted. One can only hope that there aren't more innocent men locked away in Whitestone."