Twelve noon. It was a strange time in all reality to Alec Todd Sweeney, the resident second guard at the little piece of hell that was Cunningham Hall, Asylum for The Insane. It was quite curious that Alec was up in the guard’s room rather than eating down in the Dining Hall with everyone else. His reason for being away from the group was quite simple though. There had been something that had been bothering him a lot lately- and that was the presence of Bryon Mancini, the newest person on the security staff at Cunningham Hall. Alec had no doubts in his mind that the little Italian was very different from him and Sam, who was the current head of security at Cunningham- and all-around badass. It had probably started two or three days before when Alec noticed that there was something quite strange about his inferior. The Italian never seemed to use the guard’s bathroom- which was the equivalent of a men’s room- for any reason other than showering in the mornings before he went out. Also, Bryon seemed to have an almost feminine obsession with his appearance. At first Alec would have just assumed that little Bryon Mancini was in fact a homosexual. Suddenly Alec had a feeling that wasn’t exactly the case when it came to Bryon though.
Everyday Bryon would get up earlier than his superiors, and by the time Alec was up the kid would usually be out on a jog or something along those lines. There was nothing too unusual about that though. Alec had been talking with Sam a bit earlier, and the twenty year old’s effeminate nature had been pointed out. That got Alec to thinking really seriously about Bryon Mancini. Later on Alec, Sam, and little Bryon had been watching a movie on the couch in the staff lounge room while Serena, the head nurse, lover, and controller of Samuel Nixon sat in the comfortable La-z-boy armchair that was located well within her heavily tattooed lover’s reach. Alec had ended up seated furthest from Serena, while Bryon sat between him and Sam. The movie had been one of the cinematic atrocities that anything in the overrated “Saw” series automatically had become. Why they were watching this film in particular, Alec didn’t know. Bryon hadn’t seemed very interested by the movie, and had inevitably fallen asleep, and his head landed on Sam’s shoulder, much to the oldest person in the room’s discontent. Bryon had only been using Sam as a pillow for a moment before the Italian’s thin body was pushed onto Alec’s body. Alec was anything but surprised by that action, for it was a more than just well-known fact that Samuel Nixon had an extremely intense dislike for the third guard, who seemed to almost worship Sam in a way. Occasionally Alec actually felt bad for the kid, because Sam’s predecessor as head guard had a very similar attitude about how he treated Alec when Alec was still in the position of “runt.” Of course, Alec hadn’t been bothered by it though.
As Alec sat there with the thin frame of Bryon Mancini pressed up against him he couldn’t seem to calm his thought about the younger guard. Alec could feel literally every single curve of the smaller male’s body, and frankly, it seemed like there were too many curves to the twenty-year old’s body for him to be a male. Come to think of it, Bryon had very soft facial features as well. Was there a possibility that the little man that they called Bryon was actually…a female? Alec shifted uncomfortably at the thought. With Krystal, the woman who had been the Cunningham Hall cook gone, he hadn’t had sex in a while due to a certain lack of anyone being willing to sleep with him. Hell, he’d even considered forcing one of the patients into being an outlet for Alec to push his frustrations into on a regular basis. Once Alec thought about it, Bryon wasn’t all that unattractive, and the younger male probably hadn’t gotten any in a while. Alec actually found himself wondering just how willing Bryon could become when given the proper drink. Why was Alec even thinking about this? He didn’t know. Perhaps Alec would get a chance to find out sometime about the willingness of Bryon Mancini. Of course, there was always the fun that came with rape- and Alec knew quite well that he wouldn’t be the only one to enjoy being able to see Bryon in a state of constant fear- Alec even considered what multiple incidents could turn Bryon into.
Alec ran his fingers through Bryon’s hair, knowing that Serena and Sam weren’t paying any attention to what was going on with Alec at the current moment. Alec’s heart was fluttering slightly in his chest, leaving Alec feeling very confused by his thoughts that occupied him at the current moment. The second guard blushed slightly at the thoughts of Bryon, his burning cheeks well hidden behind the messy mane of wild, dark brown locks that covered his head. He’s cute… The thought was quite unexpected in all reality. Sure, Alec was polysexual, but he’d never thought of Bryon in such a way before. This was all far beyond just being confusing. Alec knew very well that he would probably end up talking to Sam or Serena, his so-called “Mum” about all of this later in the day. It was only a matter of whether either of them would give enough of a damn to listen or not though. Alec forced the thought out of his skull and continued watching the movie, smiling each and every time that someone bit the dust.
After about an hour and a half of watching the film after Bryon had fallen asleep Alec felt a pair of thin arms wrapping around his waist- like Bryon just wanted something to cuddle at the moment. Alec had noticed the younger guard's tendency to have nightmares that ultimately led to many long nights for the kid without any sleep. Alec sighed silently at this. As much as he disliked being someone who was overly-cuddly’s pillow, he did have one rule that he would never break. He would never wake someone else if they didn’t deserve it unless their alarm clock wouldn’t stop beeping and they were therefore running very late. Alec had this rule because he’d learned as a six year old that he did not like being woken up for reasons that he was not interested in. Alec felt his eyes drooping for a moment before they snapped back open. He most definitely didn’t need to get caught sleeping with Bryon (no pun intended.)
The second guard let his arm fall across Bryon’s shoulders, not caring where it landed. His arm landed conveniently in Bryon’s waist, which tapered nicely down to the Italian’s hips. Alec let his hand move down the Italian’s side, just contemplating how womanly this kid was. A quick glance in Sam’s direction told Alec that proceeding was on so long as Bryon didn’t wake up. Alec ran his hand up towards Little Italy’s shoulders, noting the curves of the kid’s body. As Alec got closer to Bryon’s shoulders he noticed that the twenty year old was stirring, as if he was about to wake up. Alec tore his hands away from the smaller male’s body felling very embarrassed by what had just happened. Alec looked back towards the movie, banishing the blush from his face. He did not need Bryon noticing how uptight Alec was feeling at the moment. Alec made heavy use of his peripheral vision to get a chance to see if Bryon was indeed waking or not. His fears were confirmed as he saw the youngest male’s eyes flutter open to be followed by a tired yawn. Alec then saw those perfect pale blue eyes focusing on his face, and Bryon knew that Bryon was becoming alert at an alarming rate. After a few seconds Alec heard Bryon’s voice come right out into the open, breaking the silence that filled the room besides the sounds of Jigsaw talking coming from the television.
Bryon’s voice was craggy, showing that he was indeed a very tired little puppy. Speaking of puppies, Alec would have to figure out if Sam had a habit of kicking the little furry animals as a hobby. "Alec? Che ora è?" The younger guard murmured his question as he stared up at Alec’s face before pushing himself up off of the second guard and returning to a sitting position between Alec and Sam.
Alec rolled his eyes at the sound of Bryon’s words. The kid was speaking in goddamn Italian again, and it was pretty irritating. The kid knew damn well that Alec and pretty much everyone else on the Cunningham Hall staff didn’t speak Italian. Alec spoke, his voice showing his irritation quite clearly. "Italy." The word came out as harsh warning, as it always would when Alec was the one who had to remind Italy that he was in a place filled with mostly people who only spoke English.
The Italian’s eyes widened considerably before he finally went ahead to correct himself on his error that was speaking in his native tongue. "A-ah sorry, Alec." Bryon’s apology to the older guard was quick. Even he disliked getting into trouble when it came to Alec. Alec was just a harsh, mean-spirited human being towards Bryon. In fact, it seemed like Alec would only act civilized towards women, and the two males who could fire him. Bryon shook these thoughts from his head before re-stating his initial question except this time it was in English. "What time is it?"
The question wasn’t quite so hard for Alec to listen to when asked in English- and that was with good reason. Alec took a moment to look at his cheap counterfeit Rolex that had somehow managed to survive three years of heavy abuse. The watch said that it was getting close to eleven o’ clock at night. Alec probably should start thinking about turning in for the night pretty soon, and that was because you never know what will happen with the patients. Alec pushed his wild mane out of his eyes before responding. "Its gettin’ close t’ ‘leven o’ clock. " Alec responded with a shrug. He sometimes wondered if he should get Bryon a watch or something since the kid seemed to have absolutely no sense of time. Alec let his eyes fall onto Bryon, who seemed to be a bit cold at the moment. "C’mon Italy. It’s late. We should get some sleep ‘n leave the lovebirds alone.”" Alec joked with a sly grin at Sam.
Alec was almost automatically rewarded with an angry sounding "Shut up." from Sam. Alec would have been more than disappointed if he hadn’t gotten some sort of a response from Sam. However, Alec knew that he was scolded because Sam knew quite well that Alec knew what would probably end up happening on the couch in the staff room the moment that Bryon and Alec had left. Alec wouldn’t put it behind Sam and Serena to do it on a kitchen table or something if they felt like they had someone to get back at.
Bryon got up so that he could go back to the room where the three guards stayed, stretching his thin body right in front of Alec. The Italian waved a quick goodbye before leaving the room and Alec took the liberty to allow him some more room on the couch. The second guard then got up, heading over to the mini-fridge that was in the staff lounge to remove a bottle of whiskey before unscrewing the cap and taking a gulp of the liquor. The twenty-three year old returned to the couch and placed the bottle down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Alec rested his head in his open palm for a moment, considering just what to say. "Hey…Sam? Mum? Didya two evah notice somethin’…off ‘bout Italy?" Alec asked his two coworkers. "I think there’s somethin’ wrong with ‘im.”
Alec received an annoyed glare from Sam, who replied simply with "Really, Sherlock?" Alec wasn’t shocked by that response, or the reprimanding tone in Serena’s voice.
"Sam." The head nurse gave her lover a warning tone to receive a careless response from Sam, as usual.
"Sorry Babe."
Alec was lost again. It seemed that Serena and Sam were too pre-occupied to talk to him at the moment. Alec would just ask again later. The second guard rose from his seat and left the staff lounge to head down the hall to where the guard’s room was. As he entered inside he saw that Bryon was seated on his bed in a pair of pajama pants and a baggy t-shirt that made him look rather un-sexy. The kid was reading a book. Alec shook all of his thoughts about the kid before climbing into bed for the night and falling asleep the moment that his head hit the pillow. He didn’t get a chance to hear the usual “Buon Notte” from Bryon. Alec was tired and confused. He didn’t want to talk to the kid when the kid was the one thing that wouldn’t stop plaguing Alec’s mind.
One hell of a night this was turning out to be.
Che ora è? - What time is it?
Everyday Bryon would get up earlier than his superiors, and by the time Alec was up the kid would usually be out on a jog or something along those lines. There was nothing too unusual about that though. Alec had been talking with Sam a bit earlier, and the twenty year old’s effeminate nature had been pointed out. That got Alec to thinking really seriously about Bryon Mancini. Later on Alec, Sam, and little Bryon had been watching a movie on the couch in the staff lounge room while Serena, the head nurse, lover, and controller of Samuel Nixon sat in the comfortable La-z-boy armchair that was located well within her heavily tattooed lover’s reach. Alec had ended up seated furthest from Serena, while Bryon sat between him and Sam. The movie had been one of the cinematic atrocities that anything in the overrated “Saw” series automatically had become. Why they were watching this film in particular, Alec didn’t know. Bryon hadn’t seemed very interested by the movie, and had inevitably fallen asleep, and his head landed on Sam’s shoulder, much to the oldest person in the room’s discontent. Bryon had only been using Sam as a pillow for a moment before the Italian’s thin body was pushed onto Alec’s body. Alec was anything but surprised by that action, for it was a more than just well-known fact that Samuel Nixon had an extremely intense dislike for the third guard, who seemed to almost worship Sam in a way. Occasionally Alec actually felt bad for the kid, because Sam’s predecessor as head guard had a very similar attitude about how he treated Alec when Alec was still in the position of “runt.” Of course, Alec hadn’t been bothered by it though.
As Alec sat there with the thin frame of Bryon Mancini pressed up against him he couldn’t seem to calm his thought about the younger guard. Alec could feel literally every single curve of the smaller male’s body, and frankly, it seemed like there were too many curves to the twenty-year old’s body for him to be a male. Come to think of it, Bryon had very soft facial features as well. Was there a possibility that the little man that they called Bryon was actually…a female? Alec shifted uncomfortably at the thought. With Krystal, the woman who had been the Cunningham Hall cook gone, he hadn’t had sex in a while due to a certain lack of anyone being willing to sleep with him. Hell, he’d even considered forcing one of the patients into being an outlet for Alec to push his frustrations into on a regular basis. Once Alec thought about it, Bryon wasn’t all that unattractive, and the younger male probably hadn’t gotten any in a while. Alec actually found himself wondering just how willing Bryon could become when given the proper drink. Why was Alec even thinking about this? He didn’t know. Perhaps Alec would get a chance to find out sometime about the willingness of Bryon Mancini. Of course, there was always the fun that came with rape- and Alec knew quite well that he wouldn’t be the only one to enjoy being able to see Bryon in a state of constant fear- Alec even considered what multiple incidents could turn Bryon into.
Alec ran his fingers through Bryon’s hair, knowing that Serena and Sam weren’t paying any attention to what was going on with Alec at the current moment. Alec’s heart was fluttering slightly in his chest, leaving Alec feeling very confused by his thoughts that occupied him at the current moment. The second guard blushed slightly at the thoughts of Bryon, his burning cheeks well hidden behind the messy mane of wild, dark brown locks that covered his head. He’s cute… The thought was quite unexpected in all reality. Sure, Alec was polysexual, but he’d never thought of Bryon in such a way before. This was all far beyond just being confusing. Alec knew very well that he would probably end up talking to Sam or Serena, his so-called “Mum” about all of this later in the day. It was only a matter of whether either of them would give enough of a damn to listen or not though. Alec forced the thought out of his skull and continued watching the movie, smiling each and every time that someone bit the dust.
After about an hour and a half of watching the film after Bryon had fallen asleep Alec felt a pair of thin arms wrapping around his waist- like Bryon just wanted something to cuddle at the moment. Alec had noticed the younger guard's tendency to have nightmares that ultimately led to many long nights for the kid without any sleep. Alec sighed silently at this. As much as he disliked being someone who was overly-cuddly’s pillow, he did have one rule that he would never break. He would never wake someone else if they didn’t deserve it unless their alarm clock wouldn’t stop beeping and they were therefore running very late. Alec had this rule because he’d learned as a six year old that he did not like being woken up for reasons that he was not interested in. Alec felt his eyes drooping for a moment before they snapped back open. He most definitely didn’t need to get caught sleeping with Bryon (no pun intended.)
The second guard let his arm fall across Bryon’s shoulders, not caring where it landed. His arm landed conveniently in Bryon’s waist, which tapered nicely down to the Italian’s hips. Alec let his hand move down the Italian’s side, just contemplating how womanly this kid was. A quick glance in Sam’s direction told Alec that proceeding was on so long as Bryon didn’t wake up. Alec ran his hand up towards Little Italy’s shoulders, noting the curves of the kid’s body. As Alec got closer to Bryon’s shoulders he noticed that the twenty year old was stirring, as if he was about to wake up. Alec tore his hands away from the smaller male’s body felling very embarrassed by what had just happened. Alec looked back towards the movie, banishing the blush from his face. He did not need Bryon noticing how uptight Alec was feeling at the moment. Alec made heavy use of his peripheral vision to get a chance to see if Bryon was indeed waking or not. His fears were confirmed as he saw the youngest male’s eyes flutter open to be followed by a tired yawn. Alec then saw those perfect pale blue eyes focusing on his face, and Bryon knew that Bryon was becoming alert at an alarming rate. After a few seconds Alec heard Bryon’s voice come right out into the open, breaking the silence that filled the room besides the sounds of Jigsaw talking coming from the television.
Bryon’s voice was craggy, showing that he was indeed a very tired little puppy. Speaking of puppies, Alec would have to figure out if Sam had a habit of kicking the little furry animals as a hobby. "Alec? Che ora è?" The younger guard murmured his question as he stared up at Alec’s face before pushing himself up off of the second guard and returning to a sitting position between Alec and Sam.
Alec rolled his eyes at the sound of Bryon’s words. The kid was speaking in goddamn Italian again, and it was pretty irritating. The kid knew damn well that Alec and pretty much everyone else on the Cunningham Hall staff didn’t speak Italian. Alec spoke, his voice showing his irritation quite clearly. "Italy." The word came out as harsh warning, as it always would when Alec was the one who had to remind Italy that he was in a place filled with mostly people who only spoke English.
The Italian’s eyes widened considerably before he finally went ahead to correct himself on his error that was speaking in his native tongue. "A-ah sorry, Alec." Bryon’s apology to the older guard was quick. Even he disliked getting into trouble when it came to Alec. Alec was just a harsh, mean-spirited human being towards Bryon. In fact, it seemed like Alec would only act civilized towards women, and the two males who could fire him. Bryon shook these thoughts from his head before re-stating his initial question except this time it was in English. "What time is it?"
The question wasn’t quite so hard for Alec to listen to when asked in English- and that was with good reason. Alec took a moment to look at his cheap counterfeit Rolex that had somehow managed to survive three years of heavy abuse. The watch said that it was getting close to eleven o’ clock at night. Alec probably should start thinking about turning in for the night pretty soon, and that was because you never know what will happen with the patients. Alec pushed his wild mane out of his eyes before responding. "Its gettin’ close t’ ‘leven o’ clock. " Alec responded with a shrug. He sometimes wondered if he should get Bryon a watch or something since the kid seemed to have absolutely no sense of time. Alec let his eyes fall onto Bryon, who seemed to be a bit cold at the moment. "C’mon Italy. It’s late. We should get some sleep ‘n leave the lovebirds alone.”" Alec joked with a sly grin at Sam.
Alec was almost automatically rewarded with an angry sounding "Shut up." from Sam. Alec would have been more than disappointed if he hadn’t gotten some sort of a response from Sam. However, Alec knew that he was scolded because Sam knew quite well that Alec knew what would probably end up happening on the couch in the staff room the moment that Bryon and Alec had left. Alec wouldn’t put it behind Sam and Serena to do it on a kitchen table or something if they felt like they had someone to get back at.
Bryon got up so that he could go back to the room where the three guards stayed, stretching his thin body right in front of Alec. The Italian waved a quick goodbye before leaving the room and Alec took the liberty to allow him some more room on the couch. The second guard then got up, heading over to the mini-fridge that was in the staff lounge to remove a bottle of whiskey before unscrewing the cap and taking a gulp of the liquor. The twenty-three year old returned to the couch and placed the bottle down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Alec rested his head in his open palm for a moment, considering just what to say. "Hey…Sam? Mum? Didya two evah notice somethin’…off ‘bout Italy?" Alec asked his two coworkers. "I think there’s somethin’ wrong with ‘im.”
Alec received an annoyed glare from Sam, who replied simply with "Really, Sherlock?" Alec wasn’t shocked by that response, or the reprimanding tone in Serena’s voice.
"Sam." The head nurse gave her lover a warning tone to receive a careless response from Sam, as usual.
"Sorry Babe."
Alec was lost again. It seemed that Serena and Sam were too pre-occupied to talk to him at the moment. Alec would just ask again later. The second guard rose from his seat and left the staff lounge to head down the hall to where the guard’s room was. As he entered inside he saw that Bryon was seated on his bed in a pair of pajama pants and a baggy t-shirt that made him look rather un-sexy. The kid was reading a book. Alec shook all of his thoughts about the kid before climbing into bed for the night and falling asleep the moment that his head hit the pillow. He didn’t get a chance to hear the usual “Buon Notte” from Bryon. Alec was tired and confused. He didn’t want to talk to the kid when the kid was the one thing that wouldn’t stop plaguing Alec’s mind.
One hell of a night this was turning out to be.
Che ora è? - What time is it?
