Caged

Caged - 8 - Lust Delayed

Dominic wouldn't look at him when they rose the next morning. He kept his dark eyes averted. They were careful not to touch as they took turns washing with water from their small sink. They dressed in silence.

"Dominic," Brian whispered softly. "It's alright ... what we did last night."

Dom felt his body stiffen. He reached out one hand and gripped the bar at the cell's entrance. He squeezed it as tightly as he could. He shut his eyes as he fought for control. He had to be cool, he told himself--cool, tough and aloof. That's how you survive in the pen. If you get weak, if you let your emotions show, you're a mark waiting to be plucked.

Damn you, Brian, he mentally groaned. You're making this harder and harder on me.

He shoved his soft side ruthlessly away when he heard footsteps approaching in the corridor. He spun and pounced. Brian let out a startled gasp as Dom gripped him by the scruff of his neck and glared down into his wide blue eyes.

"Listen, Goldie-Locks," he rasped out for the benefit of Barnes, another kitchen worker, and JamJimmy. "I've had enough of your whining. I don't care if it chokes ya'. I'll shove my dick down your throat whenever, wherever I feel like it." He pulled the blond head back further. "Got it?"

"Yes," Brian cried out.

"Good." Dom pulled even more so that Brian lost his balance and fell backwards as he was released.

Dom turned to face the two men in the doorway. JamJimmy was frozen. He was looking down at Brian with the faintest traces of sympathy on his face. Barnes, on the other hand, was grinning with glee. Dom deliberately let his massive shoulder bump into the leering convict, pushing him aside rudely as he left the cell.

"Come on, bitch," Dom called over his shoulder. "Get your ass in gear."

He put a stoic look on his face as Brian climbed to his feet and followed on his heels all the way to the kitchen.

"I hear congratulations are in order." Tookie pulled Dom quickly aside and whispered in his ear.

"Shut up, Took," the big man growled. Dom turned away as he started spreading strips of bacon onto the baking trays.

"You should have left some bruises on his pretty face." Dom ignored him so the Tookie continued. "Couldn't bring yourself to mark him. Could you?"

Dominic scowled at the little man. "Go away."

Tookie smiled and shuffled backwards.

Dom's dark eyes moved to Brian where he stood over the steaming water of the deep sink as if filled. Tookie was right--he should have marked up Brian's face. It would help keep up the illusion that the cop was being abused. Tookie was also right about the fact that Dom couldn't do. This last week had been hard, damn hard. Dom didn't like hurting his friend, he didn't even like pretending too.

Last night had made him physically ill. Hell, he'd probably still have that terrible feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach if Brian hadn't ...

He shook his head. He did not want to think about it. He needed to figure out a way to get Brian out of here. Damn stubborn fool wouldn't give up his mission. He was determined to carry it out--win Dom a reduced sentence. He was going to end up dead or with his ass ripped up.

~*~

When they entered the kitchen Brian had gone directly to his deep sink. He filled it with the scalding water, sat down in the nook that was his spot, and waited for pots to wash. He kept out of the way, kept his head down and tried to ignore the ribald comments that Dom was participating in.

While Dom and Tookie had been speaking, Barnes had taken great delight in spreading the news of this morning's ruckus. The kitchen staff had started carefully teasing Toretto about being too well endowed. They were relieved when the big man had chuckled and agreed. A free-for-all started as Dom's friends really let him have it.

When the curtain was lifted to serve breakfast, once again it was Barnes who spread the story about Dom's dick being too big to fit in the ex-cop's mouth. The inmates that filed through the serving line, every one of them, had some piece of wisdom for Dom--some sage advice or special technique for him to use to tame the ex-cop.

The sexual acts they were taking such delight in explaining, in graphic detail, made Brian shudder in disgust. He kept his back protectively turned and tried to look only at his dirty pots and pans.

It was quite a while later, after the inmates had finished filing through the breakfast line and the metal curtain was again closed, before Brian risked a quick peek at Tookie.

The little guy had remained silent through it all. Dom had explained that Tookie's eyes noticed everything, that his sharp ears heard every comment and that his agile brain analyzed every nuance. Brian's gaze had barely touched him when the man turned and acknowledged him. He nodded his head, indicating that Brian and Dom had pulled their charade off. The other convicts were once again satisfied that Dom was being sufficiently brutal to the ex-cop. Their blood lust was appeased--for the moment.

~*~

"Dom?" Brian whispered softly after lights out.

"What?" Dom's voice was harsh, very uninviting.

Brian hopped down from his bunk and knelt close to his friend.

"He'll be here in three days."

Dom grunted in reply.

"Ormond says that Devlin's lawyer has an appointment with the warden tomorrow."

Dom rolled over so that his back was presented to Brian, very plainly stating that he did not want to know the details of the phone call that Brian had made to his contact at the FBI that evening.

"Ormond says we should be ... more ... that we should ... you know ... so that Eddy'll feel ... like he and I are ..."

"That you're just as much a whore as he is?" Dom rasped out in disgust.

"Yeah," Brian said softly. "It'll be easier to gain his confidence that way."

"What do you want me to do? Bend ya' over the deep sink tomorrow morning," Dom growled. "I could fuck ya' right there where everyone could watch as they eat breakfast."

Brian cringed at the pain and disgust in his best friend's voice.

"Please, Dom," Brian placed a gentle hand on the thick shoulder.

Dom jerked away as if he'd been burnt. He sat up and twisted around. "Why can't you just make a fucking phone call and get the hell out of here?" When Brian remained silent Dom continued, "Is this job really so important to you? Or ... Do you want me to take you?"

Brian sat silently as he tried to decide how to answer. It was very important to finish this assignment, to win Dom a reduced sentence. There was no better way to win Eddy Preston's trust than to occupy the exact same position in Dom's life that Eddy held in Devlin Jones'. It was also true that the thought of Dom and he doing some of the things that the inmates had suggested that morning had been on his mind all day. He wasn't sure he wanted to do them, but he definitely was open and curious about the acts. He also knew Dom well enough to know that the big man wouldn't do anything unless he was sure Brian was a willing participant.

"Yes," Brian finally whispered.

"Yes, what?" Dom needed to hear it.

"I want you to ... you know ... do that."

"Do what?" Dom was being stubborn.

"Fuck me."

"In the kitchen?" Dom rasped out a soft chuckle when Brian groaned.

"No, Dom, I'd really rather not do it over the deep sink." He grinned. "The steam from the water plays hell with my hairdo."

"I don't know about that." Dom tangled his dark fingers in the curly stuff on top of Brian's head. "I kinda' like it kinky."

"My hair or ..."

Dom struggled to keep from laughing out loud. He gasped and rasped in the effort to hide his mirth from the ever-curious ears of his fellow prisoners. He pulled Brian close and let their foreheads bump together in affection.