“You overgrown jerk. Drop me right now.” Blue ordered blushing red. Damon chuckled and dropped the boy gently on his feet.

“I am going back to my cell.” Blue declared, his face was so red from blushing, and he hadn't been more flustered in his life.

“Without taking a bath?” Drake pointed out, amused. Blue groaned in embarrassment. Then, he looked at the other man suspiciously.

“What?” Damon asked, seeing the younger boy staring at him.

“You… you have to turn around, so I can bathe.”

“Oh… you can see my full body naked but I can't see yours?” Drake teased.

“I didn't ask you to show me your…” Blue was so flustered that he couldn't speak properly, so he turned around to not see Drake's face unless he would turn into a fool and speak rubbish.

“Don't watch me or I will beat your ass.” he threatened, Drake grinned and wondered in amusement at how the five feet-four boy could beat his ass.

After they finished up, Blue was sure his face had turned into a permanent red color from embarrassment.

He dried himself and was about to run out of the stall, but Drake's words stopped him in his track.

“You know, I can take you out of this shithole and make sure you get the life you have always wanted. Don't you want that, Blue?”

Blue turned around and looked at Drake who had his usual charming smile.

“Don't play with me, Drake,” he said, coldly.

He wasn't in the mood for jokes any longer, and he wanted to confirm if it was indeed true. 

Did Drake have that much power and could he bring him out of jail?

“I don't joke around, Blue. I can take you out of here before the week runs up and set you on the surest path to your dream, to become an A-list actor.”

Every word he said was drawled out and held the promise of freedom in them and the temptation to take the chance to finally start his acting career.

 It was too good to believe and Blue was skeptical about Drake's offer.

“What's the catch? Is it my body you want? To own me completely… tell me.” He taunted, Drake smiled at him and reached out a hand to the younger man's face and caressed his cheeks. 

Blue shivered as excitement boiled in his stomach, one-touch from this man, and he was all puny in his hands.

Drake was excited... a feeling he had not experienced in a while and this little boy was rousing up every emotion that had been locked up and kept in the deepest part of his mind.

“I want your soul.” 

“What the fuck do you mean by that? I told you not to play with me.”  Blue said, annoyed.

Damon grinned. “And I have told you also that I don't joke around.”

“My soul? You are on some next level drug shit, and I advise you to go to rehab or some shit.” Blue scoffed and made his way out of the stall.

For a second, he had thought the offer would be legit, but he now realized, the guy was a fucking druggie… 

No wonder he was so damn happy in this forsaken place.

Blue had been assigned to the laundry group, and he helped the guys in the group by collecting dirty laundry from the inmates and issuing bedding and towels to them.

The job wasn't bad except for some stupid inmates always commenting on how pretty he is or trying to cop a feel, and he put them in their place, but what made it unbearable was the fact that McCall found a way and was assigned to laundry duties also.

The idiot had not stopped with his creepy comments, and he made it his life work to always scare Blue.

“Just watch pretty boy, when Drake is done with your ass, I'll wrap my hands around your pretty neck and put you in an eternal sleep and preserve your body, so you can remain pretty forever.”

McCall whispered in an eerie voice in his ear, Blue shivered in fear and felt goosebumps all over his body.

What if Drake lost interest in him and everyone started ganging on him?  If he was being sincere, it was because of Drake that the other inmates kept their distance and McCall had not touched him after Drake talked to him.

Drake had the power to make his time here in prison comfortable and if the man ever lost interest in him, his ass would be ripped apart by the sharks in here, starting from McCall.

“Fuck off…” he yelled at McCall and walked away from the psychotic man who was laughing his ass out.

“Do you know where Drake is?”

“Aren't you Drake's pretty twink? He's in the kitchen.” Blue frowned at the buff man's words, but he didn't comment on it because he knew these men had already formed a certain stereotype of him in their heads and no matter what he said, they wouldn't pay him attention.

He got to the kitchen and walked inside and was surprised to see Drake cooking with some bunch of other guys.

He looked so damn sexy and Blue imagined what he would look like if he was in his apartment, not this shitty prison, dressed in casuals and making lunch for his date- he pictured himself as the death making him blush.

“Hey twink, what are you looking for in here?” a bald man asked, irritation in his tone. All the men's attention went to him, and he blushed as Drake looked him up and down, then grinned.

“Chill Bob, he's here for me,” Drake announced.

Blue sighed and hoped he wasn't making a huge mistake and putting more troubles on his plate.

“So, why have you come looking for me?”

Drake asked, acting clueless but a silly smile graced his face.

“I have made my decision,” Blue said, softly.

“And, what is it you have decided?”

“Look, I hate it here and if it wasn't for your help, I'll be dead by now and I don't know if you can fulfill my heart desires but I need someone to keep me safe in here. You can take my soul in exchange for protecting me.”

Drake grinned. “Good boy. You have made the right choice.”

Blue blushed at the man's words. Did they wash his mouth with sweet or something? Why was he so good at sweet-talking?

“Cut to the chase. So, now what?”

“We seal the deal with a kiss.”

Blue's eyes widened, and he looked at Drake as if he had grown a second head.

“You are joking, right?”

“For the third time, love. I never joke around or do something of that sort.”

“Why do we have to kiss?…” Blue spluttered.

His head was beating out his chest, and he cursed the hot man for it.

“What? Are you scared of kissing me? Or you are scared you'll beg me for more after having a taste.”   Damon playfully, teased and to his utter shock… Blue stood on tiptoes and without warning, he pulled Drake's head down to his height and kissed him square on the lips.

Drake's eyes widened and his heartbeat heavily in his chest. What the hell has this boy done to him? He wondered. He instinctively wrapped his hands around the smaller boy's waist and pulled him in him for a hot searing kiss. The deal had been sealed finally.

The boy's soul was his now, and he was going to find out the mysteries behind the boy and the reason the boy had this much effect over him.