Getting in was easy. Clearly no one had warned the guards beforehand that there was the possibility of a crazed boyfriend attempting to bust in and save his honey. Then again, who would have expected this from Damon? Not his parents. Not Mark. Certainly not Malachi. Of everyone in the pack, Damon is probably the last person anyone would pick as 'most likely to break into a prison.' And especially not 'most likely to break into a prison out of love.'

Damon winced at the bang of the door closing heavily just as his tail made it through and prayed that the guards would just think Jun was making a racket inside due to his heat.

Which, of course, was very obviously affecting him. The hairs on Damon's spine stood straight up the minute he got a good sniff. There's no way the guards wouldn't have noticed his preheat-heading-into-full-heat pheromones when they locked him in. Damon doubted that they were going to bother to check and make sure he wasn't mutilating himself from the heat either.

He stood still in the doorway for a few moments, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the relative bright lighting compared to the darkness outside. He was also waiting to see if anyone was going to bother to come around and check out the noise, but after a few moments without anyone barging through the door, Damon figured he was in the clear.

Plus, he couldn't wait much longer. He could hear Jun's heavy breathing even from the doorway, and his heart clenched tight like a fist. He could tell that Jun was in the nearest cell, likely because there wasn't anyone else in the prison.

Unlike the classically dank prison environment that one would expect, the pack's prison was fairly lavish. After all, almost one hundred percent of the people that had to be locked up were only locked up for minor offenses that would be quickly resolved by the pack leader and a council of other influential members of the pack. Which was exactly Jun's case – beating people up happened, especially when you were a werewolf with a ticking time bomb of hormonal sludge just waiting for the right moment to seep out. The only thing that made this more serious is that Malachi was the pack leader's son and there were witnesses who saw that Malachi hadn't made any physically threatening gestures. Said witnesses certainly hadn't been close enough to hear the garbage Malachi was spewing that lead to getting beat up, and so it seemed like Jun attacked unprovoked. The fact that he was out of heat when it happened also didn't help anything. If he had been in heat, it could be argued that he was defending his heat partner from an ex-boyfriend – after all, those in heat are less able to think rationally and control themselves.

Therefore, the prison was intended less as a place designed to punish people who broke the rules than it was a place to store them until the pack could decide what to do with them. So it was really rather comfortable. The cells were carpeted and spacious. The bed was relatively comfortable and came with clean blankets and pillows. There wasn't anything to entertain yourself with in there, but most people spent a night max in these cells, so it couldn't be considered very torturous. Plus, they did feed you. Damon suspected that there would be someone coming in with a nutritious and filling breakfast in the morning before they hustled Jun off to his trial.

Damon padded quickly up to Jun's cell and saw Jun sitting on the floor in the center, hands clenched tight on his knees with his eyes closed, clearly trying to focus on not going berserk. As such, he didn't see Damon right away. With his clothes still in his mouth, getting slobbered on, Damon whined.

Jun jerked, eyes popping open. His pupils were so dilated they nearly eclipsed the iris, but still, seeing Damon, he immediately got up and came to the bars. Damon let the wet clothes fall to the ground and stuck his nose as far through the bars as he could without getting stuck. Jun took the hint and quickly scratched the bridge of Damon's nose and under his chin. But all too soon, he stopped and grabbed Damon's snout firmly with one hand – a gesture of dominance even if he didn't mean it to be.

"What are you doing here?" he asked sternly, worry making the heat take a back burner so he could focus.

Damon didn't reply, obviously, and Jun realized that as well, so he let go of Damon's snout and sat back, waiting for him to change. Under the weight of his stare, Damon did so immediately, the thought to be embarrassed never crossing his mind. In moments, he was naked in the hallway of the prison, face to face with Jun. He didn't bother putting his clothes on either. There were more important things to deal with than nudity.

"Coming to see you," Damon replied fluidly.

Jun leaned in and rested his forehead against the bars. Damon mirrored him. Their noses brushed past each other. "You'll get in trouble."

Damon shrugged. "The worst they can do is throw me in here with you. Besides, I'm nesting. I have a plausible reason to behave irrationally."

A smirk tugged at Jun's lips, but it twitched into a grimace. His whole body shook with a tremor, and Damon was hit full in the face with a fresh wave of heat pheromones. His mouth filled with saliva. In an instant, the mood went from grim but tender to heated and tender. Jun's gaze went from fond to hungry. Pinned in his stare, Damon gulped and wondered if Jun wanted to fuck him or swallow him whole. He wasn't sure which would be more satisfying.

This was a bad idea. Not only were they separated by bars, there was only one, not-soundproofed door between them and the guards. Between Jun's heat and Damon's nesting, being quiet was going to be a challenge, to say the least. And yet, Damon found himself incapable of caring about those small details. Not even the complete lack of condoms was on his mind right now.

All he could smell, see, and hear was Jun. The spicy-sweetness of his pheromones. The feverish flush at the tops of his cheekbones. The huff of his strained breathing. His head was full of Jun. So he almost didn't notice that without words, he and Jun stood up simultaneously.

Jun wasted no time. He reached through the bars and spun Damon around before pulling him back, flush against the cold metal, still naked as a newborn. There was some shuffling, and then Jun's hands returned, one wrapping around his waist, the other coming through the bars, to rest lightly around Damon's throat, inexorably pinning him in place.

That omega place inside Damon melted and went warm all over. Jun's breath brushed over the back of Damon's right ear, which was so distracting that Damon almost didn't notice Jun penetrating him.

He didn't know precisely when he'd started getting wet. Maybe when he walked into the prison and smelled Jun. Maybe just in the last second when he stood up. He didn't know, but he could feel the slick dripping to the tops of his thighs. By now, his body was intimately familiar with Jun's, and his entrance gladly wrapped around Jun's cock. It was hot and hard, and it was Jun touching the deepest parts of him and marking him from the inside.

With the new knowledge that he was in love with Jun, everything became brighter. More intense. Every slide of his dick against Damon's walls, every thrust against that place inside him that made him tremble and go crazy, only reaffirmed that the person behind him owned his heart.

Jun set a punishing pace, roughly dragging Damon back as far as he could every time Damon was jostled away, every time Damon whined and struggled away because it was too much, too fast. Despite Jun's heat, he was cognizant of the noise they made, and every time Damon's moans and whimpers crested just a little too much, Jun's hand would squeeze warningly over Damon's pulse, and he would quiet obediently. Damon scrambled to hold onto the bars behind him, holding on for the ride.

They were both so desperate, so lost in each other, that everything else faded away, leaving the slap of skin on skin and the sweet ache in Damon's abdomen that warned of an impending orgasm.

And when things came to a head and Jun came in him, flooding him with heat and a sense of rightness, well... that was a problem for another time.