Title: Desperate is as Desperate Does
Author:
peterstormarejrPairing: T-Bag/Trokey
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Loyalty
Dedication:
steralizetheemoAuthor's Notes: Feedback is my drug, please help me keep my habit.
Warnings: AU, Graphic sexual content, racist remarks, SLASH
T-Bag sauntered into the cell, lickin' his lips,
“Trokey, my boy, I got a job for you....that is, IF you're up to it.”
“Sure T-Bag, I'm always up for it. Whatcha got?”
“'Member that nigger that shanked Dotrive las' week? I wantcha to keep an eye out for him. Round up the boys, and when it's....convenient, give him his comeuppance.” He said, grinning and tracing his teeth with his snake-like tongue. Serpentine in nature, Theodore Bagwell used his words to constrict his victims, his friends, his....associates, all of them were within his coils.
“L-Leon?” He cried out, then stood up and hushed his voice, “Y-You want me to shank Leon?!” T-Bag just laughed his low, sultry laugh and smiled almost sweetly at this poor soul.
“Leon? I know you know very good and well that's not how you say it.” He gently, well for him anyway, slapped him upside the back of the head, hoping some sense went with it. “If you wanna keep your balls attached, you'd better refer to him as it is properly pronounced, 'Ley-ohn', Christopher, it's pronounced 'Ley-ohn'.”
“R-Right,” He said, holding his head and flopping his butt down onto the cot. Chris had been asked to shank people before, it wasn't a problem, but when anyone shanks the head of any races group, he wouldn't be alive much longer. He knew he couldn't cross Teddy, he'd die even sooner than if he did what he was asked.
“Teddy, you know that if those porch monkeys find out it was me, I ain't gonna live to see another sunrise.” He stammered, looking up at the smaller, yet infinitely more imposing and frightening man looming over him.
“Well that may be true, Trokey, but they need to learn their place, and if they DON'T find out, you'll be my new second in command.” Teddy said with a smirk, patting Trokey on the cheek. Not hard enough to be considered a slap, but close. Trokey's face had just flushed a bit, one of the only times he was ever frightened on the inside. He looked up at his 'boss' and stammered.
“I-I...Isn't there anything else I could do?” He hated sounding so weak in front of Teddy, but he'd really rather stay alive long enough to see his kids after he got out of prison. If he took down Leon....that was an impossibility. T-Bag smiled deviously at him, wetting his lower lip and biting it slightly.
“Well, there is ONE thing....'course I know you'll never agree to it.” He constricted his coils even more upon the frightened younger man in front of him. He wanted to be cryptic enough to draw him in further, make him WANT to do whatever it was he had in that sick mind of his.
“W-What, I'll do anything, T-Bag, ANYTHING.” he pleaded, wringing his hands, on his knees he was almost praying to his false idol, his protector. Teddy looked down and cocked his head almost quizzically at him.
“ANYTHING? Well you don't know what you done got yourself into there, Boy.” his smile was frightening as he nearly cooed. “Hang the sheet.”
“B-But....But T-Bag I--”
“I ain't gonna give you a second chance, BOY, hang the sheet or shank the nigger.” Trokey sighed dejectedly. He wanted to live.....but not like this. It took him a few seconds to get off his knees and hang the sheet, head lowered.
“Now what....”
“On your knees.” he demanded, forcing the blond down to cock level. In a fluid movement, his pants were unzipped and his length was staring Christopher in the face. Trokey almost evacuated his stomach right then and there. How on earth had he gotten himself into this? Before he could work himself up to opening his mouth and taking it in on his own, a hand grabbed his head and shoved him forward, the cock bursting through his lips and filling his mouth. He gagged, pushed away, but Teddy's grip was too strong. His head began moving up and down, back and forth along the shaft, it sickened him.
“You're gon' need ta close ya lips down a bit.” the figure growled from above. His lips were as far away from this meat, mouth gaping, doing its best to touch as little of it as possible. Slowly, he closed his mouth around it, his head beginning to bob on its own as he fell into the rhythm. The disgust was slowly falling into the back of his head as he started actually enjoying it. He felt his pants tightening as his own shaft hardened. Without losing his beat, he undid his own pants, curling his fingers around himself and stroking to the same beat. He moaned and purred around Teddy, hips jerking forward. A small giggle pushed out of T-Bag's mouth as he looked down.
“You enjoyin' this, eh Trokey?” He said, smirking. A moaned yes was his reply. He knew what he had to do, wanted to do. Teddy ripped himself out of his mouth, bent down, and shoved the other man onto the bed, flipping him onto his back. Christopher had no idea what was going on until it was too late. Luckily he'd buried his face deep into the pillow, because he screamed in a mixture of agony and ecstasy as Theodore savagely shoved himself in. Teddy wanted him unprepared, wanted it to hurt more.
He thrust in deeper, harder, feeling his tip brush against the other man's prostate as he grabbed Trokey's hips and pulled him onto him, moaning quietly.
“God, oh God.....HARDER!” he yelled muffled into the pillow only made T-Bag slow down. He wanted the control, craved it. He knew, KNEW he'd gotten to Trokey, and he wanted to assert his dominance for as long as he could.
“You shut your mouth or I'll stop right now.” silence from the pillow. “Good.”
Christopher was almost there, still stroking. GOD, the feeling he had, he'd never believed it would feel this good. He moaned into the pillow as he was pushed forward by sheer force of Teddy's thrusts as his heart raced, stomach gurgled as he thought of who was making him feel this. Sickening, wrong, yet SO....DAMN....GOOD.
“God Teddy!” He cried into the cloth, his seed exploding onto the bed. Teddy sped up and burst within his conquest, shuddering slightly as the wave passed. He pulled out and zipped up, barking.
“Get dressed.” Trokey stood up after a few seconds and hurriedly did up his pants, refusing to look at the man who lowered the sheet. He grimaced, for he knew Teddy was only doing that to show him off, show off his new bitch.
“There, ya see? Now I'll get Barton to do it. Wasn't that bad, was it?” Teddy giggled and cooed to the man. Trokey grabbed his things and shoved past him without a word, hands shoved so hard into his pockets he was almost ripping a hole through them. Catcalls echoed through the wing as he made his way down to his own cell, grumbling. The last voice he heard as he dove into his bed was Teddy's voice,
“Don'tchyou worry none, boy, I got a spare pocket with your name on it!”