Prison Island

He remained deaf and mute to any attempt the others made to get him to talk about it and reconsider. Within 10 minutes, the entire camp knew he had broken up with Mouse. Except for Ty who was delirious on his sick bed, everyone came.

"Mouse is crying, what did you say to him?"

"What's going on? What are you and Karl now?"

"I've never thought you were cruel, Francesco."

"You should go talk to him, now."

The voices blended together. Not once he raised his head to talk back. There was nothing left in the world, except his fixation on how he could save Mouse. It didn't matter if Mouse didn't believe it. No one cared that he hurt, too, hurt so fucking much knowing that he would never be able to talk to the one he loved, or kiss him, or hold him in his arms.

Mouse suffered, yes, but he'd get over it. He'd be free and have his life ahead of him. How could any of them understand that nothing compared to that?

Eventually, they left, seeing how they couldn't reason with him. They had to care for Ty, and see what they could prepare for dinner, and how to stay healthy in that weather. It was all for the best if everyone just saw about their fucking business for a change.

He could tell the evening was setting in. He removed all his clothes that were wet and muddy anyway and lay on one side. Karl had told him to be ready upon his return, and he was.

"Aren't you coming to eat something?" That was Ollie's voice, seemingly the most relentless of the bunch.

"No. I'm not hungry," he replied.

He could tell without looking that Ollie was still there, but he ignored him.

"Be careful, Francesco. Karl... He's mad about you. Maybe he loves you a bit too much."

Francesco continued to stare at nothing as Ollie walked away. He was counting on that, on Karl loving him a bit too much or whatever his twisted feelings were about. That would make the fucker crazy enough to ask his very important dad to spare a boy a life sentence for killing someone.

***

It was late in the night when he sensed movement inside the hut.

"Did you bring medicine for Ty?" he asked.

Karl said nothing. Francesco felt the movement and how the makeshift bed dipped when the other sat down and removed his boots.

"Did you?" he insisted.

"Why aren't you asking me if I arranged for your boyfriend to leave the island along with us?"

It was hard to read Karl's voice. It was low and dangerous, yes, but it was too calm to announce anything good.

"Okay. Did you? And he's not my boyfriend, not anymore," he added quickly.

"You did it?"

"Yes. As you said. Ties cut. Forever." Each word was a stab through the heart.

Karl moved and reached for him in the dark. His hand rested on Francesco's ass.

"Well? Did you arrange for him to be free?" Francesco asked. "I'm not letting you fuck me if you didn't."

He was taken by surprise by Karl's harsh laughter. He coiled into a fetal position, too afraid to think what that meant.

"You're not letting me fuck you," Karl said matter-of-factly. "That's fucking rich. You're nothing, you know?" The last words were spat like they were poison.

Francesco tensed. What was the fucker going on about now? "What do you mean?" he asked. His throat was dry. Had it all been in vain, after all?

Karl laughed and bent over like he had just heard the most hilarious joke in his life. Francesco trembled as he felt a myriad of ants crawling under his skin, as the silence filled with that crazy laughter. Just as he was about to shout or do something to make Karl stop, the fucker began talking again.

"Tonight," he said, his voice heating with each word, "I bent over backwards so that I could call my father. I asked him the biggest fucking favor in my entire life."

Francesco remained quiet.

"He wanted to know why, of course, why in the freaking world I'd ask him for something insane like that. So I told him a big fat lie. Do you want to hear the big fat lie, Cesco?"

He had no idea if Karl wanted an answer. Seeing how the silence was stretching, he murmured, "Yes."

"I told him that I think prison should correct bad behavior, and that Ahab would have no chance to become an upstanding member of society if he's left here to rot. And that in protest to such barbaric methods," Karl laughed some more and shook his head, "if he doesn't grant my wish, I'll just remain here, forever. You know, I gave him the whole bleeding heart speech."

"Did he believe you?" Francesco asked softly.

Karl turned toward him, although they couldn't see each other. "He believes that I have a screw loose, that's what he believes. So he threatened me and shouted and all that. Good thing he cannot punch me through a fucking communication line."

Francesco didn't dare to ask about that. It could be that Karl had burned some bridges tonight, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"My dad," Karl continued, "doesn't take well to getting blackmailed. So I had to promise something in return."

"What did you promise?" Francesco asked hesitantly.

"None of your business," Karl said through his teeth. "It's just a pretty high price for that ass of yours. Dunno if it was worth it." The last words were spoken to himself.

Francesco waited, but Karl said nothing. He just sat there, not even moving anymore. So Francesco scooted over to him and touched his shoulders. They were tense and hard. He gasped when Karl turned and grabbed him, making him land on his back.

"Well," Karl hissed in his ear, "at least I'll make sure you'll pay for it."

He didn't struggle as Karl kicked his knees apart and pushed himself between his legs. He willed himself to relax as much as he could, but there wasn't much he could do about the shivering. Karl reached for his neck and squeezed it. His blood was pounding in his ears, but Karl didn't tighten his hold more than holding him firmly.

Then the guy's tongue was in his mouth, suffocating him with how deep it went inside and trying to reach down his throat. Trying to squeeze in each breath made it hard to focus on something else but having a hot pulsing rod pushed through his hole. At least, he had been good at that, preparing himself.

"Nice and loose," Karl praised him as he finally let go of his mouth. "I'll make you even looser. Fuck, the things you make me do, you fucking slut."

Francesco couldn't tell if Karl was dangerous. He didn't know anything anymore. What a stupid thing to believe that he could know, really know that beast. And now, no one would rush to his help, as everyone thought he was a bastard and that he deserved what was coming to him. Which was true, down to a fucking tee.

"But I love you," Karl continued in a voice someone would use to say they suffered of some terminal disease. "And because I do, I'll do everything to make you mine. Do you hear me, Cesco? Everything."

The word hung in the air like an ominous threat. Francesco gasped as Karl let go of his neck, too, but only so that he could bite him hard. It was like the fucker wanted his blood, but luckily for him, he stopped before breaking the skin. He remained there, sucking at his neck until the pain became harder and harder to bear.

And all this time, he was hard. His skin was cold, and he couldn't stop shivering, but his cock was hard, and Karl started to hammer his ass, reckless and vengeful.

"Are you coming, slut? Even when I treat you like this?"

"Yes," Francesco whispered, "even... like this."

Karl knew what he was doing. He had to because his cock was moving in and out, withdrawing almost gently only to slam back right in, making both their bodies shake from the force of impact. And Francesco gasped and moaned at each move, as Karl's cock hit over the same spot again and again, making his eyes roll in his head.

"I hate you," Karl hissed as he moved faster.

He was now holding Francesco's hips and was dragging him to meet his cock at each thrust.

"I love you," he said in the same voice. "You're ruining me, but I still love you."

Who was doing what to who? Francesco wanted to scream at the injustice of it all, but it wasn't his right to do that. They were there for a reason. They all had their sins to pay for. And a love to pay for. His for Mouse, Karl's for him.

He wrapped his arms around Karl and held on to him. As fucked up as everything was, he understood Karl's pain, and the lengths he must have gone to just to do something for someone he didn't care about. He had done it for him, though, and that was all that mattered.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"Don't," Karl hissed. "Just don't."

Francesco ignored him. He just held him as close as he could. "I'll love you forever for this."

Karl's lips crushed his in a furious kiss. Their bodies knew what the deal was; they were shooting at the same time, Francesco on his belly, Karl deep inside him.

***

"You'll keep my cum inside you," Karl said.

They laid on their backs, and there was a distance between them that Francesco didn't dare to cross.

"What?" he asked faintly.

He was cold again. He wanted Karl to hold him, but he didn't dare to say a word or do anything.

"I'll have that crafty Anya do something for me. You'll keep my jizz inside you all the time."

"I still need to wash and do other things, you know," Francesco said.

"I'll shoot in you," Karl continued like he was deaf, "as many times as I want. And each time, I'll stuff your ass with that thing so that you're ready the next time I want to do you. You'll walk around naked. Each time I'm in the mood to bend you over, no matter what you do, you'll stop and obey."

Francesco didn't comment on that. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to keep from shivering. But Karl didn't come over, to wrap his warm body around his, like before. He kept his distance.

Sleep came late to him that night.

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