The Next Day...

Aaron watched as the African American's breathing contrasted against uneven snips and gasps, no doubt wondering how to get himself out of the current situation. "So? What's it gonna be?" Aaron asked. "Will you tell me or not?"

'This guy. How much does he know already? Damn it, but I was so careful!' Snapping his teeth together, Crabtree's expression hardened as he then said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Aaron's eyes instantly narrowed, 'Is that how you want it then huh? Playing hard?' Nodding, he stood up, "I see."

Clenching his teeth, Crabtree glared at the floor as the 'slacker' turned him his back, but instead of heading back to bed as he expected, he pulled something out of his pocket. "Then I guess you won't know what this does then either, huh?" The confidence in that smug voice forced Crabtree to look up and his eyes widened as Aaron showed him a very familiar screw between his fingers.

"How did you get that?" Shooting up to his feet, Crabtree went to snatch it back, but the ex-Patriot caught his wrist and pulled the screw further away from his reach.

"I’ve been here for a year now. Did you forget? I know my way around."

Gritting his teeth at him, Crabtree reached for it again. But, due to his height and Aaron's iron grip, he failed. "Give it to me!" he demanded acting like the younger sibling in a game of keep away.

Smirking, Aaron arched his brow, "Why? You need this?"

"Aaron. Don't test my limits. Hand it over!"

"Not until you tell me the truth."

"There is nothing to tell."

"The fact that you make such a big fuss over a mere screw makes it hard to believe."

'Shit!' Wriggling his wrist free, Crabtree took a step back. "I can't tell you."

Frowning at the black man's steel silence, Aaron huffed, "Hm, you can…you just don't want to. But I guess it's understandable. …It's just too bad that I ain't that understanding." Aaron turned his back and suddenly shouted out through the whole prison, "GUARD!"

Crabtree paled and quickly pulled Aaron away from the bars, "What the Hell are you doing?"

Aaron smirked down on him, "What does it look like? I'm busting you in. Hey! Guard!" he shouted again.

Crabtree began to sweat as the footsteps of the officers advanced up the stairs. "Aaron, please! Don't do this!"

"You know what I want. Whether you trust me on your secrets or I spill the beans and show them this little digit. I'm certain the guards will know what it does."

"Dammit! Don't!"

"I'm giving you a chance here, Crabtree. Just answer me and I'll stop."

"No! I can't do that!" Catching the officers nearing within the hearings range, Crabtree's eyes went wide. ‘Think quick! A distraction! I have to shut him up! God, why is this all happening!'

"Have it your way then. Guar-…" Aaron suddenly gasped as the black man grabbed his shoulder and pinned him against the bars before kissing him forcefully on the lips.

Smirking against the aggressive kiss in which Crabtree expressed his deep anger towards him by sinking his teeth hard into his bottom lip, Aaron guessed that that was his silent answer to the agreement and glided his hands over the smaller man's ass before gripping his tights and flipping their position. Prison did weird things to men…like Aaron Hernandez. He parted his lips for a deeper contact, as Aaron heaved Crabtree higher against the bars while his legs encircled around his waist.

Hearing footsteps meet the final steps to their second-story sector, Crabtree pulled away from the kiss and glared at the smirking Aaron. "Bastard."

Aaron brushed his lips over the other man’s, smirking even wider, "I'll take that as a 'deal'."

"What the Hell!" the guard shouted, coming within the sight of their cell. He had his partner right behind him.

Still glaring at the pleased Aaron, Crabtree's blush and glare only intensified when he decided to voice out his next words loud, "You wouldn't happen to have a spare lube now would you?"

A vivid uproar of whistles, wolf-calls and catcalls filled the whole sector as the other prisoners clapped and yelled from their cells.

"Horny bastards!" The guard hissed, as he banged his baton against the railing and glared at the grinning man and the fuming Crabtree. Then he turned and shouted out to the other excitedly cheering and teasing inmates. "Silence!"

'Fuck it all! That smartass Aaron Hernandez! While I was too worked up thinking of a way to act and get myself through this mess while playing him as a joke, the former lazy fool was already two steps in front of me, playing me for an even bigger joke. Damn, I wish I could kill him.' Digging his nails into Aaron's shoulders, which to his delight made him flinch a bit, Crabtree still had his glare on even when the officers went away and the 'slacker' carried him back to his bed.

Placing him onto the bottom mattress, Aaron kneeled in front of him. "Well…that wasn't so hard now was it?"

"I should kill you right now," hissed Crabtree, making Aaron chuckle. "And I should still pry for a more formal answer to my question."

Ignoring his words, Crabtree leaned forward so their noses nearly touched. "That was a low shot, man. You used blackmail on me."

"Is that how you want to call it?" He pulled out the long screw from his pants and twirled it between his fingers, "I think it was a rather sufficient way to finally make you speak."

Jumping up to snatch the screw back, Crabtree hissed as Aaron quickly placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back onto the bed with easy effort. "I'll have to ask again. Are you confirming our little deal, Crabtree?"

Crabtree's expression didn't change as he retorted back, "You talk about getting my trust and honesty, and yet here I find out you've been lying to me from the moment of my arrival – everything about you was but an act."

"Then I guess that makes us even, huh?" the man slyly replied, reminding Crabtree that he was not pure the past few days either.

'Dammit, he's right.' Leaning back, Crabtree sighed irritably. "…Alright. I guess we should start everything from the beginning then."

"That we should, but then, I'm still awaiting that confirmation to our little deal."

"Tch. You're annoyingly persistent when you want to be, you slacker."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Aaron arched an awaiting brow. "Well?"

Burying his hands in his hair, Crabtree heaved a tired sigh before he tilted his head to the side and looked at the sink. 'Seems I have no choice.' "You see that?" he asked silently, nodding towards his line of sight.

Aaron nodded.

"Behind there stands a getaway, leading a wide path inside the sewer. The opened pipes underneath are the only sources connecting the basic grounds of the prison and infirmary, which by whim is my current goal."

"And what's so special in the infirmary?"

"If I get to the infirmary, I can plan a way of an escaping route from there, since that's the closest building to the walls."

"So I thought right. You're planning to break out."

Crabtree's eyes flashed as he replied, "I do."

Watching the black man in minor skepticism, Aaron then said, "You do realize that this is a prison, not some ordinary building you can break with a hammer. On top of that, there are guards in every corner of the field. How do you intend to pass that?"

Crabtree glared at him, "No-one ever said it could be done easy…but for me it's worth the risk."

"Perhaps, though tell me this. If you, 'by luck', manage to fool the guards and get pass them, how can you be so certain of the construction sustaining this prison, or of everything that is behind these walls that could help you escape?"

Narrowing his brows, Crabtree crossed his arms, "Yes. But I have an unquenchable thirst for revenge against a certain shaggy blond man. There's just this one pesky little problem standing in my way."

Aaron arched a questioning brow, faking as if he didn't know what. "Oh? What is it?"

Frowning, Crabtree grit out, "You."

Leaning forward, Aaron felt challenged. "You wanna try and get rid of me?"

Leaning forward as well, Crabtree still felt mad at the man for manipulating and fooling him all the damn time and shot back. "I don't know about try, but I see only one solution that'll benefit me in many ways."

Not letting himself get threatened, Aaron stood his ground. "Then let me make it a bit more difficult for you. …I'm going with you."

Watching him from eye to eye, Crabtree then smirked and whispered, "You're not afraid to get stabbed in the back, are you?"

Aaron didn't waver in his confidence as he grinned back at him. "Not even intimidated." Aaron yawned loudly, as he hugged his pillow. It was ironic after hearing him say that he wasn’t “intimidated.” He prepared to fall back to sleep, while Crabtree rolled his eyes.

He missed his hockey goon friend. If only they hadn’t stopped at the bridge on the chase or gone through so many games and just ended the idiot’s life. Then they both would still be around and probably would’ve escaped.

Not soon after, a green-clad guy entered their cell, "Mr. Hernandez!"

"Alright! I'm up – I'm up!"

Chuckling a little at his actions, Crabtree's ears perked up as his name was suddenly announced through the mike, "Michael Crabtree. To the visiting sector."

Great! What now? Who was possibly visiting him now?

The answer to that question, as the African American male made his way out and was escorted down to the visitor’s section, was a shocking one. It was Sean Avery, who had was holding a very familiar person at gunpoint. He had a hand clamped tightly over the small blond man’s mouth and the other clutched a handgun, which was shoved against the temple of the blond man being held captive. The terrified blue eyes of the captive shimmered in the dim light. And he left off pitiful muffled whimpers. The sight forced the man to smile...evilly.

Sean Avery was back.

“I want those damn prison chains off of him, or I’ll blow the pretty blondie’s head off!”

Crabtree smirked, as the guards freed him and he was able to walk out. This was un-fricking-real! Though he was curiously bewildered as to how this had happened, Sean Avery was standing there pissed off and holding Patrick Kane in his grasp. He’d survived somehow and they were going to finish what they’d started.

The Blood Brothers were back in action!

Notes

Poor Kaner.... :((((((

Next up: Patrick is tied up once more by the duo...as they go off the radar and begin their next chapter in attempting to kill the poor Blackhawk. (Sorry Kanerboo.)