Ramos' Manor.

Sam Johnson and Aiden Walker.

Sam was lost in thought, standing by the metal bars that were confining them and looking with a frown at Mark. His chain of thoughts was interrupted when hands trapped him, and a body pressed against him. Mark's eyes widened, hastily calling for the guard or anyone to move him.

"Luke."

Sam warned coyly, but the man didn't respond. He felt him lower his face to his neck, taking his earlobe between his teeth and grunting.

"Sam, I want to confirm that you're mine."

"Who said I'm yours?" Sam yelped when Luke bit his ear.

"You are. From the moment I first laid my eyes on you, you became mine."

"So cheesy." He mocked and felt himself heat up when the other didn't stop kissing his neck.

"Do you want to know what else is cheesy?"

"Oh, god!" Mark bellowed. "Derek! Guards! Anyone, you mad fucks!"

A sexy chuckle erupted in the cell, and Sam didn't dare to look back. He was focusing on remaining calm and not to give in to the temptation. He focused on composing himself to tell off the man.

"You better close your eyes. . . and ears as well."

Luke's baritone voice rasped, teasing Mark, who started shouting louder than before.

Sam tried to look back and stop him and tensed up when Luke smacked his ass, growling in his ears.

"Don't look back."

Being ordered this way, in all honesty, was such a turn on for Sam. To suddenly give control to someone over himself, was unprecedented to him, but he didn't hate it.

"I've dreamt about this moment for so long. I'm not going to let Mark, Mason, or anyone stop me from enjoying it."

Sam gulped audibly and flinched when Luke placed his hands on his hips, pushing him back to meet his hot groin.

"This is what you do to me, Sam. You make me lose control. And baby, I'm bad when I lose control." He purred in his ear, and Sam felt himself give in, letting go of his worries and doubts.

Those hands that gripped him tightly, traveled up his body, and started unbuttoning his shirt. The action was agonizingly slow, taunting, as Luke rocked his hips into him, making Sam feel him even more.

Sam could tell his face was flushed, sweating the more his desire intensified, losing focus and composure. A small moan left his lips when Luke started kissing his now bare shoulders.

"For the love of God, someone please just kill me right now!"

Sam dosed on pleasure, let out a giggle. His hesitation and timidness were soon forgotten, leaning on Luke's chest and rocking back his ass, matching his slow motions.

His hand wrapped around his wrist, Luke had that sexy smirk when Sam looked back, pulling him towards the bed. They shared the want and desire for one another, enjoying every moment of it. Luke's eyes were twinkling in want and affection, boring into his own. And Sam hoped his own were conveying the same feelings.

Luke pushed him on the bed, and Sam leaned up on his elbows, enjoying the show. He watched Luke uncover that lean body, ripped and toned like he imagined it would be. A milky white skin, tan nipples, refined six-pack, and an enticing v-line. Sam's eyes widened at what was below that v-line.

Luke's smirk was as evident as day, filled with pride as he climbed on the bed.

"Oh, Sam. You have no idea how much I wanted to do this."

"Luke," He whimpered when the other tugged his pants off with ease, and he giggled when he touched his sensitive spot on his hip.

"Someone is ticklish. . . So manly of you, Sam."

"Hey! Fuck you! I'm just sensitive there." He failed to glare at him between laughs, and the other grinned widely.

"Oh, we'll see about that. I'll explore every inch of your body and find all of your sensitive spots."

Like he weighed nothing, Luke flipped him over and smacked his ass.

"Nice ass, baby."

"Luke," Sam got cut off by a loud moan, something slimy and wet was licking and kissing his buttocks. He shuddered in realization and tried to move, but Luke forced him in place, gripping his hot appendage and giving him a quick stroke.

"D-Don't, Luke. Not there."

"You sick fucks!" Mark yelled and turned on his radio, and to his dismay, sensual and erotic music was playing. "Please, kill me now!"

Luke chuckled and resumed eating his beloved out. Sam lost it and found himself rocking his hips, asking for more.

"Oh, baby, you're asking to be fucked. I'm going to slam my dick inside your delicious ass and make you go nuts."

"So romantic." The other mocked, earning a harsh smack.

"I'm not the romantic type, and neither are you."

"But I like my lovers to be romantic." Sam had a dreamy look, biting Luke's lips before kissing them softly. The other narrowed his eyes, looking pissed.

"Lovers? I'm here with you, and you're thinking about other people. Wait and see if you can talk after this."

Sam chuckled, but his laughter died as soon as it started when he felt something else circling his puckered hole. Luke slowly slipped inside him, groaning and grunting in his ear. His chest leaning on his back, lining up and allowing him to adjust.

"You're so fucking tight, love."

"Shit, it's my first time."

"You're fucking lucky, baby. You're innit for a treat."

Sam cussed when he found himself getting more turned on whenever Luke cursed or spoke obscenities.

"Luke,"

"Yes, baby." His lips were by his ears, moving his hips steadily and slowly not to hurt him.

"Faster, you dick."

Luke snickered and kissed the nape of his neck.

"Did Sam just begged to be fucked?" He said, spreading kisses on his shoulders. "Then, I must oblige."

He rammed into him faster and harder, which had him moaning and grunting profanities.

"Oh shit, Luke . . . Fuck, yes . . . Ahh!!!"

"You damn loud fucks!" Mark growled, for sure scarred for life.

Luke laughed, and so did Sam, both purposely screaming louder and moaning each other's names as they released.

Luke relaxed on the bed and pulled Sam's body closer to him. He buried his face in his neck; lips pulled back in a joyful smile, happy that he finally got him. Sam, though, felt tiredness overwhelm him, unable to keep his eyes open, so he allowed himself to rest. The smile never leaving his face, happy that he was with him.

"Lucas." He mumbled before he dozed off.

Aiden was packing his clothes to move, and both his mother and Thomas were helping him. He was surprised by how many clothes he had in Mason's walk-in closet, and they all looked new. He glanced as his mother, wondering if she was the one who bought them.

"How come most of the clothes here are my size?"

His mother stood up from the floor where she was folding some of the many shirts he had.

"Mason bought them. Whenever he called any store assistant to bring his suits, he'd ask for something your size to keep." Jay watched him warily, adding. "He's been buying clothes for you ever since you left."

He bought them? Aiden couldn't find the words to express his emotions right now. But Thomas had a lot to say.

"That's creepy. It's like Mason was certain that he'll find you and bring you back. . . And what's his deal? Buying you clothes, forcing you to live with him, and more. Next thing you'll tell me that he chooses at what time you should sleep and wake up, and what you can and cannot eat."

Aiden snatched the pair of briefs Thomas was holding, not appreciating what he said. "He never did that, you know. When I used to live here, he'd always ask me to choose what he should buy and wear. He never stopped me from eating what I wanted, and I would spend a whole day sleeping at times without being bothered."

Thomas narrowed his eyes and seemed like he had more to say. He pursed his lips, sitting on the bed.

"Aiden, you seem to forget that he abused you, and terrorized you, your parents, and your friends."

Aiden cut in with a bitter tone. "I was only saying things as they are. I never said that I forgot what he did, nor was I defending him. Why does everyone think they have to make decisions for me? I know you mean well, and you're upset over Sam, but I don't appreciate you doubting everything I do."

"Boys, don't fight. . ."

"We're not fighting, mom," Aiden stated firmly. "I know what you all think, and I understand that you all think about my well-being. I'm grateful to have you in my life. I really am. But the thing between Mason and me is my own decision. I never said that I forgave him for what he did, yet I'm not saying that I won't."

Thomas stood up; his eyes seemed fiercer as he glared at him. Aiden felt as if he was judging him, which he didn't expect from him. Of all people, Aiden thought Thomas would understand and support him.

"I just don't want you to make a mistake. I know that you're strong and smart enough to make your own choices, but I don't trust him. Like it or not, you have a kind heart that everyone seems to exploit. I'm afraid that you being near him, all the time, would cloud your judgment."

"You see, you're doing it again, Tom. You make it sound that I'm so foolish and weak to know what's right and wrong. Yes, I've been through a lot with Mason. He did things I can never forget; things that I'm still trying to move on from and cope with. It's true that I love him, and that I can't just easily forget about him."

"And you still love him, even after all what happened?" Thomas was furious that his friend couldn't see what was wrong here. He kept quiet in the beginning only for fear that Mason would hurt Aiden. But now, after Mason's sudden change of heart, he wanted to use this rare chance to take his friend away from this place.

"Do you?" Jay asked softly and smiled when Aiden nodded with a bashful expression.

"I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it."

Thomas had a sorrowful look, and Aiden held his hand and grinned.

"I know that you're concerned about me, Tom. But I can assure you that I know what I'm doing. Of course, I'd never forget how broken I was when I first met you, and I still am. But I also can't forget about my love for him. I realized now my own strength, and I know I won't take his shit anymore. He can no longer hurt me, even if he wants. He's more of a fool than I am, and I want to help him find a balance. I want him to learn how to control his anger, not to be afraid to show his love. I want to be the strong wall he can lean on, to be the source of his strength and compassion. I want to always be with him."

"Oh, Aiden." His mother teared up, hugging him. Aiden smiled at Thomas to assure him.

"Well, if he hurts you again, I'll kill him. I just want you to promise me one thing."

"Anything."

"Don't give in to him while I'm away. I want to be here to see his reaction."

Thomas wanted to go back to his place in Los Angeles and pack up his stuff to be next to Aiden. He had no one back home, so he had no reason to stay there. He planned to close the store until he could find competent people to run it and take this time to focus on his book.

Aiden chuckled, nodding.

Behind the closed door to the bedroom, Mason heard everything. He didn't mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, but he couldn't help himself when he heard them say his name.

Mason moved away from the door and jumped in a start when he found Isabella behind him. She'd always appear out of nowhere.

Witch, Mason thought.

She nodded for him to follow her, and he prepared himself for a well-deserved earful.