Baring his teeth, Sunny hissed, then smirked, and grabbed a firmer hold on the boy.<br/><em>Of course</em>he would ask what was up. This delightful little piece of ass could fucking tell. Crap..<br/><br/>"Fuck, Cherry," he said, already a bit breathy "No.. you're not. Just been a while..."<br/><br/>He didn't even comment about what Cherry called him. It.. kinda annoyed him, which helped. Quite unlike the pretty boy moaning and whimpering...<br/><br/>Right...<br/><br/>Closing his eyes, he tried to picture something, anything at all, that could help cool him down.<br/>He started with poems, oddly enough, then switched to mathematics, but got lost in calculus along the way and groaned, picking up speed anyway.<br/>Then it hit him.<br/><br/>There hadn't been anything so degrading for him as to being snatched up and taken away to this prison then when he had been in New York at that board-meeting where he<em>could</em>had made a fucking fortune if it hadn't been for who ever the hell had turned him in to the government.<br/><br/>The perfect mixture of raw, pure anger and piercing pain of humiliation washed over him.<br/>Oh, fuck, he'd show the motherfucker who had send him here...<br/><br/>His fingers actually dug into Cherry's skin, maybe even painfully, short nails not short enough to not scratch and tear when he didn't just pick up pace, but actually<em>picked up the boy</em>, not caring one bit if Cherry had or had not had enough grip on the bunk beneath him for him to do this.<br/>It almost resembled him kicking and punching when he fought, but this time it wasn't aimed, not intentionally anyway, to actually hurt and harm, though some regions of his mind sure did aim for this.<br/>