Author's Note: Hello again, yes, I'm adding to my pile of AnK stories. Yes this is the...seventh I suppose because I have six others in my pile. Please check out a few of my others if you enjoy my writing. I know I'm crazy for posting so many, but I just have to get them out there before I go insane. And now I have so many options to update, you'll never know which one I'll update. And I'm going to be making about three to four more stories soon. So there is going to be a bunch out soon. Enjoy~

The bus was filled with the putrid stench of body odor, sweat and ripe mold. Riki leaned back in his seat, the shackles jangled from the movement. He couldn't sit still. His black jacket was soaking up the late afternoon sunlight and roasting him on the inside. The bus had no air conditioning except the bus drivers window which was cracked only an inch. They had been driving for so long, how much more?

A bead of sweat rolled down Riki's tanned forehead as he shifted yet again. God he was going to die of heat stroke! He threw his head back and panted slightly. Why was his jacket on? Why wouldn't they let him take it off before he was shackled?

"Hey, Z-107M, sit still!" the blubbery guard yelled from his spot at the front.

Riki glared at the man, how was this guy even alive? He looked like a balloon shoved full of meat that was crammed into clothes that were too tight. He had so many rolls that he could probably store things between them.

"You all right man?" a voice behind him sounded.

Riki inhaled deeply, trying to shake off the dizziness that was grasping onto him. "I'm...haa...fine."

"You don't look fine."

"I'm fucking perfect," he hissed back through gnashed teeth.

"Whatever you say."

Riki finally lowered his head between his legs to keep him from fainting. There was no way he was going to make it to the prison alive at the rate he was going.

"Z-107M, sit up!"

"He can't," the boy behind him defended.

"Why the fuck not?"

"He's having a heat stroke."

Suddenly another guard was at Riki's side at the obese guards orders and undoing the panting boy's shackles. He undid one hand and freed Riki from the jacket on that side, then redid it before repeating the process on the other side. He set the jacket beside Riki, "Here. Now you can breathe."

The colder temperature was bliss on his scorching skin, and the hot sweat on his forehead cooled. "Thank you..." he huffed to the boy behind him.

"No problem."

Riki brought his gaze to the front of the bus and saw that there was nothing but forest mixed with open spaces around them. There were clusters of forestery, but also spot that were cracked and dry like a dessert. It was so odd to see such green vegetation and then dead looking spots. It was a tad eerie.

Riki gulped as the bus went towards an overpass of some kind. Darkness consumed the bus as they slipped through the tunnel which caused fear to course through him. He couldn't trust anyone in this bus, what if they used this opportunity to kill someone? The bus reached the end of the tunnel, and Riki looked back to find that no one had moved. He sighed in relief as he thought for sure someone would've taken the last opportunity to add to their total years in prison or attempt to escape.

"No turning back anymore," the boy behind him whispered.

Riki looked off in the distance and could see the prison on the flat topped hill that was surrounded by trees and green vegetation. The front building was quite large and reminded him of an old historical building that looked like it had been standing forever in it's elegant state. It was probably bigger than the biggest warehouse he worked at, spanning a great distance horizontally. High fences enclosed the building and connected to even higher concrete watch towers. The bus drove up to the main entrance area, and Riki tried not to cringe as he saw several inmates lined up behind the fence. Some were way more jacked up than him, but he could probably take them on if they caused him trouble.

Finally they stopped and the guard ordered them to line up and exit the bus. There was no turning back now, he was damned to his time behind these prison's bars.

Water, one of nature's purest gifts was the next step. A water current so strong that it could take down any offhanded man was blasted at each of them. A fault in one's grasp on the bars could send any man into the cage walls.

"Turn around, Z-107M!" the guard ordered as he stopped the water flow.

Riki turned around and then had the violent stream pound against his back as the guard doused him down. It felt as if this were some sort of baptism ritual, he was being cleansed of his sins and outside life so he could repent behind bars.

Suddenly a haze of powder blinded him, it was like pure white snow without the cold. A thin layer clung to him while the rest fluttered off into a heap at his feet, like a pile of dead skin. Riki heard the guard mumble something about disinfectant, so he assumed that that's what it was.

Then they were ushered like a flock of sheep to pick up their clothes and basic possessions. As naked as the day they were born, they walked down the hallway to the jail cell areas. Riki lowered his box of necessities to cover his privates and stopped in the area before the entrance with the others.

He stared at a man wearing a wrinkle free grey suit, white dress top and black tie. The man's shoes were shined so much that they were like black mirrors on his feet. His hair was blonde and shoulder length while tied into a tight professional ponytail. But what caught Riki off guard was his eyes, they were the color of the deepest depths of the ocean, a place where man feared to venture.

"Welcome," he greeted, staring at each new inmate. "To Eos Prison. My name is Warden Mink. From this day on, your freedom belongs to me until your sentences are up." He advanced forward a few steps, "I run a strict institution. Obedience is mandatory, and those who do not comply will receive punishment." He glared at all the men, "I do not administer light punishment. You behave and do as instructed or pay the price. Understand?"

Nobody moved, the aura of power emitting from the man was enough to even put Riki off. How could this man produce such a vibe? Then again, compared to him they were powerless. They were naked children compared to the man in charge.

"Good," Warden Mink nodded in satisfaction.

"Get em outta here," a guard yelled.

Someone pressed a button and the doors slid open and the leading guard guided the group down the walkways. The interior of the prison was a complete contradiction of the outside and refined look. Everything inside was white, with scarce shades of a mellow grey and was modern. Each cell was half a window and the other half were mellow grey bars. A soft vibrating sound hummed from each of the cells as they passed. Inmates from beyond the advanced cells started to catcall as the group made it's way through.

Riki kept his head up, but his eyes trained on the person's head in front of him. He could feel eyes burning into his body and he hated it.

"Ooooh, we got a tanned skin!" one inmate called as Riki walked past. "I'll be your daddy little honey, come let papa take care of ya!"

Riki ground his teeth and followed silently, it was taking every grain of effort not to retort to the comment. Oh how he wished to fuck this guy up.

"Z-107M!" the guard leading him called, stopping at a cell at the end of the block. "This is your cell. Your cell mate is AI-013A. Get your shit organized, get dressed then get your ass out here, you hear?"

Riki rolled his eyes and stepped into his cell, there was no one else in it at the moment, but there was evidence of life. He set his box on the floor and observed his surroundings. Everything was mostly white to match the rest of the place, minus the grey bunk bed frames, the sink and toilet, small mirror and a few objects that actually adorned colors. There was a white cubby with a neat stack of books filling one compartment and the basic items piled nicely in the other. The lower bunk bed was folded nicely as if done by a maid from a hotel, not a crease in the sheets. The top mattress was bare except for the sheets, so Riki chucked his blanket and pillow up, along with his extra sets of clothes before he grabbed his clothing to wear today.

Riki slipped into his black boxers and then into the mellow grey sweat pants. He couldn't help but sigh as he eyed up the ID tag on his pale green scrub top. Z-107M that was who he was now, he used to be a free man and now he was a combination of letters and numbers. He slipped his arms into the top and scowled at the ID that was on his left side overtop of a pocket. His whole outfit was trouble proof, no strings, no buttons, nothing that was even remotely dangerous. Even his shoes were slip ons and made of lightweight material. How the hell could anyone hurt each other besides with fists?

He stepped out of his cell and the guard motioned for him start walking down the walk way again. The dark haired youth followed the rest of the prisoners and guards as they headed to another area. What complete bullshit this whole thing was going to be.

They were escorted back to their rooms, but this time there were no inmates to catcall to them as all the cells were empty. After they had their pictures taken, they were given their supper at the cafeteria. In order to ensure that the fresh meat wasn't harmed on the first day they were fed at an earlier time to ensure there was no contact between the new inmates. Granted, those few who had cellmates would succumb to their dooms at a later time that day at least the majority were protected.

Riki slid back into his cell that the guard opened and headed for the bed as the bar opening closed behind him. He grabbed his clothing and put it in lowest compartment of the other cubby which was empty, assuming it was his. His eyes wandered over to the wall and he noticed that on the white desk their was a perfectly neat pile of papers and mechanical pencils lined up. God dammit, was his cell mate a neat freak? This might be a problem.

He rose from his crouch and then proceeded to throw his blanket over top of his mattress so he could just slip in later. Without much care, he grasped onto his box and slid it in the top cubby space. He just wanted to go to sleep and have his first day in hell end already. With a grunt he slipped up onto the bed and under the covers. He stared at the shiny white ceiling for awhile before rolling over to stare at the wall. Please let this day be over, he hoped internally.

His prayer went unanswered as he couldn't get settled. He stared at the white wall between closing his eyes for twenty minutes straight. He was exhausted, but he was too alert to every sound. What if his cell mate tried to rape him? He had no weapons to use. What if he couldn't fight him off? No, he could fight him off. He could fight anyone off, no matter how strong they were. He could take down anyone. As long as the odds weren't completely fraudulant, he could hold his own. One on one would be an easy fight, so why was he so worried?

With a sigh, he climbed down the ladder from the top bunk bed and onto the floor. He padded the short distance to the toilet. Pulling down his sweats, he adjusted his boxers and freed himself so he could urinate. After he finished he pulled up his sweats and proceeded to wash his hands. He caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror, he looked so worn out. He cranked the tap on and cupped his hands to capture the water and splashed his face. The cold water was like a slap to the face, and it seemed to wake him up more than refresh him.

"Hello," a monotone and quiet voice sounded behind him.

Riki jumped in shock and spun around, his body tense and hands curled into fists to fight. His breath caught as he took in the sight of the intruder. Tall, pale skin, ice blue eyes, blonde hair...Beautiful.

"Easy there," the man offered, taking a step forward. "You must be my new cell mate. I'm AI-013A." He slowly extended his hand. "Pleased to meet you."

Riki blinked in confusion and he read the ID tag on the man's pocket, "Pleased to meet you too..." he replied, not taking the extended hand. "I'm Riki."

The blonde man nodded, "Iason." His blue eyes wandered up to the top bunk, "Can't sleep?"

Riki glanced up at the messed up bed before his dark eyes lowered to the floor. "Y...yeah..."

"You'll get used to it pretty quickly," Iason promised, walking past him to his own bed.

Riki shuffled out of the way and watched him sit down on his bed, feeling awkward. He then averted his eyes and crawled back up to his bed. Without a pause he rolled over and resumed his position of staring at the white wall.

"Lights out!"

Riki's eyes snapped open at the sound and his blood ran cold. Why did he have to wake up now? He shifted onto his back and watched the lights dim, but not disappear completely. He exhaled a shaky breath as a he heard the sound of the guards leave and a door slam. Then there was silence for a full ten seconds.

"Hey, fresh meat!" a voice called. "Ya gonna cry for your mommy?"

"Haha!"

"Cry baby cry!"

"Hey tanned skin, I'm going to get you!"

"Yeah! Can't wait until your ass is eating my cock!"

"Hahaha!"

"Come on tanned skin! Say something!"

Iason rolled out of the bed, his feet touching the floor softly. Within a few steps he reached the bars.

"Hahaha! His ass is—!"

He leaned against the bars. "Shut up," Iason ordered, his voice echoing throughout the institution. Those two words sent everyone into silence. He gave a satisfied nod before he walked back to his bed and slipped inside.

Riki held his breath and waited until he was sure that the blonde was indeed not going to get out of bed again. How the hell had he silenced everyone with two words? He was an inmate so how could he do that?

There were so many things uncertain, but one thing was certain; nobody said a word again that night.

Riki awoke with a gasp, his body flinging upwards into a sitting position as he wheezed for breath. His knuckles turned white as he gripped onto the bed frame bars. He frantically stared around the room, his dark eyes darting in every direction, but not focusing.

A cool hand gently touched his arm, scaring him back to reality. "Easy there. Easy," Iason soothed in attempt to alleviate him.

"S...sorry," Riki sputtered, clambering forward to get out of the bed. He wobbled over to the sink and splashed his face with water and leaned over the sink.

"Roll call!"

Riki turned around and slunk out behind Iason and stood next to him.

"Second level clear!"

"Head out!"

The inmates started towards the cafeteria. Riki followed behind Iason until the blonde stopped and stepped off to the side. Riki hesitated, but continued walking and the blonde fell in step behind him. Terror coursed through his veins as he remembered last night and the calling of the other prisoners, but he continued to follow in line.

After he had his tray full of food, Riki slunk his way to an empty table at the far corner of the room. It was close to an exit in case of emergency. But he did not think it would be necessary as his eyes saw the guards lining the balcony level, guns all in hands. An idiot would try something.

He silently ate his food, but couldn't help noticing that several eyes were burning into his back like lasers. He would have to watch his back, apparently. Then again, he had tons of enemies outside these walls, so why would it be any different inside?

Riki hung his towel up on the hook and looked one more time to the door. There were two other people in the shower room, and none of the people whom he had concerns about. He quickly adjusted the water temperature of the water and slicked the soap around his body. Finally he could get rid of the left over cleansing powder that had left a thin film on him.

Damn, the heat of the water felt good. His nerves seemed to ease back with each drop of hot water that soaked him. It reminded him of the warm showers he used to take in his apartment, back when he was free. But he wasn't free anymore, not since he had landed in that box in front of a judge.

He bit his lip and pushed his head under the stream of water in frustration. A sharp pain hit his back and sent him flying into the white tiled wall. He groaned as he slid to the floor, the water dousing and choking him.

"Thought you could slip by me, huh?"

Riki stared up and saw the inmate who had been calling him out when he first arrived. Oh that fucker, he should have known he wouldn't wait long until he tried. A kick to his face knocked him into the wall again, his head smacking hard into the tile.

"Grab his legs," the main leader growled. "We're gonna fuck you senseless boy. You might think you're something, but in here you're nothing."

Riki leaned forward slightly, his lips moving but no words coming out.

"Whatdidjado to him?" the other guy demanded, sliding his erection to Riki's hole. He leaned forward to Riki's face, "Whatcha say honey?"

A scream reverberated from the man's throat as Riki dug his teeth into the man's shoulder and drew blood. The man pushed agaist him with all his might and the others started to kick him.

Finally, one kick sent Riki with blood and a piece of the man flying backwards. Immediately he hit the tile wall again as the men started to brutally kick the living hell out of him. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the room as the men kicked his body repeatedly.

"Kuu! Auugh!" Riki screamed as one man kicked him exceptionally hard in the stomach. He couldn't protect himself as two other pinned down his arms. "Aaaugh!"

"Yes, scream," the leader moaned. "It'll be so much better if you fight." He slid his hand down to Riki's flaccid penis, "Your ass is gonna feel so good...! Shut him up!"

One of the men shoved his fingers into Riki's mouth, causing him to gag and nearly vomit at the vile tasting digits. Oh God, this is it...!

Suddenly, the weight was off of him as a scream rang through the air. Riki rolled over into himself for protection against further attacks as the sounds of screaming and fighting filled the air around him.

Then there was silence as gentle hands snaked around him. Ignoring the pain, Riki struggled in the arms of the unknown. "Hey, hey, Riki," a familiar voice sounded. "I'm taking you to the infirmary."

Riki went limp in the hold, all the strength to fight as a sharp pain shoot through his upper body. Oh God, what if he had broken ribs? Internal bleeding? He gritted his teeth as he was carried into another area. A soft bed met his back and soon there were nurses and a doctor peering down at him. He finally relaxed and succumbed to the pain.

"He'll be fine," the doctor assured. "Miraculously nothing is broken. He's just bruised and beaten up. In a few days or so, he'll be back to normal."

Iason nodded, "I'll take him back to our cell now."

The doctor nodded, "I have to deal with these guys now." He pointed to the criminals who turned Riki into the black and blue state.

Iason lifted him up and set him properly onto his top bunk bed, surprised that he didn't wake up. What a heavy sleeper... He adjusted the blankets so they were properly covering the youth's body and froze as he touched the tanned skin. So smooth... He shook his head and stepped away, it was best to leave him alone to heal.

A moan escaped his lips as he pried open his eyes, what the hell happened to him again? The scenes of the rape attempt filled his mind. Oh yeah... Iason saved me...Fuck... He sat up slowly, wincing at the pain his his stomach and upper body.

"How are you doing?"

Riki stared down at Iason, "Great, just hurts."

"I'll tell the doctor to get you a pain killer," Iason decided, placing the tray in the boy's lap. "Try and eat something."

"Kay.."

He watched Iason leave and then stared down at his food. He hated to owe people, and it seemed he would be in debt to Iason if he kept on being nice. He'd have to make sure to pay off his debt quickly, regardless of his condition.

"Lights out!"

Riki waited a moment, but then crawled over to the ladder and started to climb down. He reached the bottom and made eye contact with Iason.

"What are you doing?" he simply inquired.

Riki slipped onto the edge of the bed, "Why did you help me?"

The long haired blonde shrugged, "A whim."

Frowning, Riki gritted his teeth. "Well, I hate owing people. So I have to pay you for all you've done."

"Oh? You have money?"

"No," Riki answered through his teeth, sliding onto Iason's lower half. "Fuck me. It's cleaner this way and will cause less problems."

Iason's eyebrows raised slightly, "Is this how you pay all your debts when you're strapped for cash?"

"No, I don't do this frequently," Riki admitted, "Now are you gonna fuck me or not?"

"What if I said I'm not eager to touch let alone fuck a tanned skin boy such as yourself?"

Riki clucked his tongue and started to pull away, "Fine then." He was abruptly pulled back and found his back to the mattress and the blonde over top of him. "What—?"

"Just moan for me," Iason whispered, sliding his hand gently up Riki's chest. "I'll accept your offer so you can be free of your debt."

To Be Continued