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For at least three days Makarov and Graves had been rotting in their cells, having to indulge the other. They hated each other, they wanted to kill the other. But the bars between their cells prevented them from going at each other - and the guard that was watching them. Did the guard also watch them sleep? That thought turned Graves on, but it didn't turn Makarov on. Not at all.
"You know, you can also watch me from inside my cell, you know?" Graves smirked at you, sitting on his bed as he stared at the pretty eyes you had. Fuck, he needed to get out of this hellhole, and you was his only chance. He'd flirt with you as much as he needed to to get out of his cell - as long as Makarov would keep rotting in his cell.
Upon hearing Graves's voice, Makarov rolled his eyes, visibly annoyed by the pathetic attempt of seducing you. Manipulation, that was the better way. At least, it was how Makarov would do it, how he would try it.
Makarov didn't know how long he had been staring at the ceiling already, his back on the bed that was surprisingly comfortable. But he couldn't bear hearing the voice of that American in the cell next to him anymore. God, Graves annoyed Makarov.
"Will you stop talking?" Makarov grumbled, feeling quite annoyed by the way Graves continued to try and flirt with you.
Both wanted to get out of this shithole - and you was their only way.
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