Jail Bait

Naruto has no memories of committing his crime of first degree murder which landed him guilty and locked into a maximum security prison, the keys thrown away forever. In this dog eat dog world full of malicious predators is the only way to survive is to become someone’s bitch? AU Yaoi.

Disclaimers: If only Kishimoto would read some of our yaoi fanfics and take mind, but he just likes teasing us with his supple shounen-ai – that meanie.

Hey smexcy readers.

After watching a documentary about prisons and homosexual relationships that occur due to lonely men serving life and the gangs that form my dirty imagination dragged me to do this AU fanfic XD

Important correction Jail is different to Prison. Jail is where criminals are held temporally and Prisons are for those who have been convicted of a crime and declared guilty. I chose the title Jail Bait because Naruto is one smexy blonde with a hiny that is going to attract a lot of unwanted attention and Prison bait just didn’t sound right.

I actually went to study information on prisons so don’t flame me too hard if I get something wrong ne

-Love Sooky

Pairings: A lot of them…revealed as the story progresses. Horny all male prison what do you expect?

Chapter 1

A trembling hand reached behind his neck to remove the last possession.

Fingers fumbling carelessly as the strands that held it around his neck were unclasped.

Crisp sky blue eyes stared down at the last item to part from him, a necklace Tsunade his great aunt had given him when he was ten; the worn black leather was smooth against his shaking fingers.

The semi precious rocks that dangled evenly balanced in the middle.

A cold touch flowed over the stones that were warmed by my body heat.

Licking his dry lips and he glanced at the heavily strong built officer with a beard who was tapping impatiently on his folder as he marked down the last piece of item that belonged to him from the outside world.

“Hey sister, move it along you won’t be seeing that piece of jewelry till ye all grey and ugly,” his voice chewed as he snatched the stringed decoration out from the delicate hand.

A mouth opened to protest.

But immediately kept shut as it realized there were rules that bind him now.

Azure eyes watched on as their most precious possession was given a number reference and deposited into a flimsy paper bag.

The guards’ callous fingers returned to flip through the paper work that was pinned to his clipboard, until he reached a page with photo identification and important inmate details.

Looking up at the boy again the officer gave me a pitiful smirk.

“You’re freshly eighteen?” He shook his head in disapproval.

“Society must be pretty fucked up if they are sending kids like you to us,” he spat unfriendly.

“Did you even get a taste of some booze?” (1)

His head shook to reply, the pretty eyes avoiding the other.

He is right, society is fucked up.

I was sent here for crime that I can’t even recall committing.

Apparently Naruto had killed five men in a state of blood thirsty frenzy, slitting their throats with a jagged hunter knife.

They had found blood stains on a pile of clothes in his closest and the weapon hidden under the loose floorboards in his apartment.

Now he was serving life with out parole.

Life hadn’t even really started for the teen.

There was a knock that interrupted the preparatory phase.

Shortly after the door swung open and a figure stepped in.

Naruto remained fixed to his downcast position.

A new voice herald from behind the skinny frame, it was smooth and charming.

“Hey Asuma, have you finished with the kid?”

Turning his head slightly the blonde eyes locked into the gaze of the stranger.

An officer that shared a similar muscular built to Asuma.

But his form was more appealing in the dark pine green uniform.

However his face was obscured by a black material that hid every thing but his eyes.

Grey silver hair spilled out wildly.

Catching Naruto’s curious eyes the man winked at him.

In turn it earned a crimson spell that spread across the supple face.

“Nearly done with the registration Kakashi, how’s Gaara by the way?”

Asuma quickly wrote information onto the sheets before reaching behind the counter to draw out a set of prison uniform in clay brown, a rough chocolate brown towel a plastic cup and a toothbrush.

“Here boy,” The blonde turned to him as the pile was pushed into his thin arms.

He nodded to him in silence.

“Get changed and leave your clothing on the bench here,” the older man pointed to a wicket basket.

“Do I change here?”

As if it was a dumb question Asuma bit back at the poor boy.

“Would you like me to find you a change room princess?”

Naruto’s eyes looked at the two, and hesitated before he placed his bundle onto the ground and stripped down to his underwear.

The conversation between the guards continued.

The blonde felt uncomfortable as his skin was exposed to onlookers.

“Had to get Gai to back me up, getting that little man into the villa (2) is harder than my erections,” the man said casually as he eyed the young body.

Asuma snickered Kakashi’s habits.

Such language made the blonde blush furiously as he quickly threaded his legs into the harsh cotton pants.

Picking up his belongings he stood soundlessly.

The bearded man nodded to his fellow worker to take the youngster to the cells.

The bearded guard motioned the clipboard to the other man.

Kakashi slide past the blonde to take it.

There was a short exchange of whispers before the friends both turned to the blonde.

He looked away from their eyes.

Then suddenly he felt an arm snake behind his waist, the boy jumped in surprise.

The owner of the arm was new intruder.

“Hey little kitten,” the man called Kakashi blew into his ear which made the boy flinch and his hold on the new items in his arms tightened.

The sharp eyes had been studying the strange and unusual whisker like markers that marred the babyish face three on each side.

Naruto shuddered.

The stronghold ushered him out of the registration office, the man turning briefly to wave his friend.

He was lead down a long corridor; all the windows were barred and sealed the glass was frosted.

The sunlight from the outside world was distorted and artificial.

The hand moved down and tightened around his hips.

Feeling uncomfortable from the strangers touch the blonde quickened his pace so he can allow separation between his body and the other.

“You’re walking so fast you seem to know where you’re going,” teased the man.

The boy heeded and slowed down.

Reaching the end of the corridor the couple turned left walking past the empty visitor’s area.

He paused momentarily.

A soft saddened frown glanced towards the separation sills where the prisoners and visitors could communicate.

No one would ever visit me, not even Aunt Tsunade.

A few more minutes and they finally reached a large metallic door that was heavily bolted and had a lock mechanism as complicated as a computer.

Punching in the password into the interface sounds of metal filing against one another squeaked as the bolts automatically withdrew into cavities in the wall to allow the heavy guards to be opened.

Naruto stood dumbfounded as a whole new world was introduced to him in that very second.

A world made of concrete, metal and artificial lights.

He swallowed as he surveyed the three storey living cells.

Each row embedded like a cage to the sides of the walls.

There were bridges that connected one side to another.

And guards were positioned randomly as their moved across the paths holding their rifles ready.

It was completely silent.

The absence of noise made the boy disturbed and uneased.

He felt eyes digging into his skin from every direction in the room.

Eyes tore at him hungrily and many inmates were marking him as prey.

The warm hand occupied his waist left, as Kakashi flipped open the clipboard his fingers gently turning the pages.

“Cell 29B,” he chuckled.

“One of the best views available,” Naruto could feel the smile that crept underneath the black material.

The large hand returned to guide the boy to his living quarters, which was on the second floor.

As he walked past the occupied cells, men of all sizes and aged stood near the bars checking the fresh meat.

Wolf whistling and nasty remarks echoed as he passed.

“Blondie, wanna ride?” a man drew down his pants his small penis erect and in full view.

He protruded his organ out between the white bars and bucked his hips.

The blonde diverted his look sickened by the display, desperately wanting to run away.

But where was he to run?

This was Prison.

“Baldo, stick your buddy back into its home before it’s broken off,” threatened his guide.

Naruto secretly thanked the man.

At least there was some sanity in this house of corrupted men.

He felt an arm grab him to a halt.

They had reached his new home.

A cell replica of the ones he passed.

But instead of a disgusting man hollering at him, there was occupant that lay soundlessly on the top bunk.

“You’re lucky you’ve been paired with a shot caller,” the man advised before unlatching the bolts manually. (3)

The clanging noise didn’t disturb the resting blob.

“Now one thing Sunshine, Your roommate doesn’t like to be waken up.” He winked again.

“Cranky little boy we have…” the guard was cut off

Then it suddenly talked.

“I thought I was meant to have my own cell Kakashi.” A dark voice demanded.

The speaker remained hidden by the coarse blankets.

“Unless you pull something like Gaara, you’re a perfectly fine house mate,” mocked the grey haired guard.

“Well, little kitten” a hand pushed him in softly.

Turning around to face the man his eyes pained with fear.

He held onto the towel tightly.

“Enjoy your stay,” the man said almost cruelly before leaving him alone. The cold sound of being locked in as the bars were bolted down from the outside.

His co inhabitant paid no further attention to the boy as he shifted into the unoccupied bunk underneath.

After placing his cup and toothbrush onto the makeshift ledge the wall he climbed into the bunk to rest.

Wrapping his small arms around his shaking body Naruto tilted his chin over his arms in nervousness.

“Don’t ever touch my shit you hear.” The voice bellowed from the top bunk.

The blonde felt the bunk shake as the other moved.

His getting out of bed…

Heartbeats hammered as he was about to met him.

Staring at the athletic legs that swung out of the bed, it was only seconds he found himself staring at a well toned back with broad shoulders marked with a distinctive tattoo.

Three comma like symbols that were arranged into a circle.

“Are you deaf?” the man asked angrily turning around to face the trembling beauty.

His eyes mesmerized and enchanted by the golden locks and long lashes.

As he never expected his roommate to be so…

Pretty…

“Y- y-yes. I heard you,” the boy managed in a terrified whisper as he kept to himself.

However feeling the others deadly eyes settle upon his face Naruto’s electric blue eyes glanced up into dark ones.

N.B:

Legal drinking age in Australia is 18 so I’d stick to that. And booze is slang for alcohol.

‘Villa’ – a slang for solitary confinement cells where prisoners basically take a vacation from every one else for being naughty.

‘Shot caller’ – basically an internal prison gang leader.

Thanks for reading the first chapter!

Sooooo how did it go? Do you think I should continue on with this? I hoped you like how I’ve set up the storyline and all. And request for pairings are open!

Thank you for all those who have supported me thru out the years . I’ll try to update my other fics. But I couldn’t reset this steamy setting for an AU.

If you want more of this tell me ho ho ho or it shall remain dormant.

Stay safe and keep the bishie levels high

Sooky