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Title: Whore
Rating: R
Pairing: LJ/Linc, LJ/Michael, LJ/Abruzzi, LJ/Sucre, LJ/T-bag
Warnings: Incest, angst, coercion
Summary: LJ is everyone's whore.
Author's Notes: This was supposed to be just plain porny and then it turned really angsty on me.
He’s just their little whore.
Some tell him they love him, but the words don’t mean anything. Not when he’s doing the things he does. Word of devotion whispered into his ear are just the same as the bruises that form on his skin. Only side effects.
Some want to make him hurt, make him scream. They want him to beg and he does and they don’t even notice that he’s not begging for them to stop, but that he’s begging for more. Sometimes the bite marks feel better than the soft kisses.
He’s just a whore, that’s all he’ll ever be. It seems like that’s all he ever has been, but he knows better. He knows it was different before all this, but time, and prison, can change a man. Can change men.
Abruzzi loves his smooth, unmarked skin. Loves the feel of it against his, loves how LJ is soft and pretty like a girl. He gets a little rough sometimes and he likes to pull LJ’s hair. LJ wonders if he did that with his wife.
Lincoln tells LJ that he loves him. Every time. It’s as if he has to remind LJ that he does or maybe it’s to remind himself. Or maybe it’s to convince himself that what they do is okay, cause hey he really does love LJ. He also loves getting blowjobs underneath the breakfast table and fucking the tight body of a 15 year old against the bedroom wall.
Sucre is loving and gentle, like he’s scared that LJ might break. He never pressures him, never forces LJ to do anything he doesn’t want to and that in itself is a joke. As if he had a choice. But still, Sucre is his favourite. Because he always reciprocates.
T-bag scares him sometimes. The things he says, the things he wants to do. The things that LJ has let him do. T-bag likes to roleplay. Wants LJ to be his victim, to play the part every time. He’s tied LJ up and forced him to give him a blowjob, run a blade across the boy’s shoulder blades letting rivulets of blood flow as he fucked him, he’s even strangled LJ, only letting go as the boy’s eyes fluttered shut. It hurts and it frightens him, but the sad truth is, the times with T-bag are the only times that LJ truly feels alive.
Michael tries to comfort him. He tries to hold LJ close and tell him everything will be alright, tries to feed him lies to keep him happy. He says that he won’t do what they do, that he would never hurt LJ, yet somehow LJ always ends up with Michael’s cock down his throat, his uncle’s hands tangled in his hair. And every time he finishes, Michael apologizes like it somehow matters.
Nothing matters to him anymore. He’s dead inside.
He thinks about how everyone used to abandon him and how he wished that they would stay. Now all he wants is for them to go away. He wants to be alone more than anything in world, but he knows he could never survive like that. He needs them.
And so he stays. And he smiles. And he flirts. And he pretends that he believes them when they say they love him and he pretends that it hurts when they mark him and he pretends that he’s someone great and important and worth something. But he knows he isn’t. He’s just their little whore.
And that’s all he’ll ever be.
Rating: R
Pairing: LJ/Linc, LJ/Michael, LJ/Abruzzi, LJ/Sucre, LJ/T-bag
Warnings: Incest, angst, coercion
Summary: LJ is everyone's whore.
Author's Notes: This was supposed to be just plain porny and then it turned really angsty on me.
He’s just their little whore.
Some tell him they love him, but the words don’t mean anything. Not when he’s doing the things he does. Word of devotion whispered into his ear are just the same as the bruises that form on his skin. Only side effects.
Some want to make him hurt, make him scream. They want him to beg and he does and they don’t even notice that he’s not begging for them to stop, but that he’s begging for more. Sometimes the bite marks feel better than the soft kisses.
He’s just a whore, that’s all he’ll ever be. It seems like that’s all he ever has been, but he knows better. He knows it was different before all this, but time, and prison, can change a man. Can change men.
Abruzzi loves his smooth, unmarked skin. Loves the feel of it against his, loves how LJ is soft and pretty like a girl. He gets a little rough sometimes and he likes to pull LJ’s hair. LJ wonders if he did that with his wife.
Lincoln tells LJ that he loves him. Every time. It’s as if he has to remind LJ that he does or maybe it’s to remind himself. Or maybe it’s to convince himself that what they do is okay, cause hey he really does love LJ. He also loves getting blowjobs underneath the breakfast table and fucking the tight body of a 15 year old against the bedroom wall.
Sucre is loving and gentle, like he’s scared that LJ might break. He never pressures him, never forces LJ to do anything he doesn’t want to and that in itself is a joke. As if he had a choice. But still, Sucre is his favourite. Because he always reciprocates.
T-bag scares him sometimes. The things he says, the things he wants to do. The things that LJ has let him do. T-bag likes to roleplay. Wants LJ to be his victim, to play the part every time. He’s tied LJ up and forced him to give him a blowjob, run a blade across the boy’s shoulder blades letting rivulets of blood flow as he fucked him, he’s even strangled LJ, only letting go as the boy’s eyes fluttered shut. It hurts and it frightens him, but the sad truth is, the times with T-bag are the only times that LJ truly feels alive.
Michael tries to comfort him. He tries to hold LJ close and tell him everything will be alright, tries to feed him lies to keep him happy. He says that he won’t do what they do, that he would never hurt LJ, yet somehow LJ always ends up with Michael’s cock down his throat, his uncle’s hands tangled in his hair. And every time he finishes, Michael apologizes like it somehow matters.
Nothing matters to him anymore. He’s dead inside.
He thinks about how everyone used to abandon him and how he wished that they would stay. Now all he wants is for them to go away. He wants to be alone more than anything in world, but he knows he could never survive like that. He needs them.
And so he stays. And he smiles. And he flirts. And he pretends that he believes them when they say they love him and he pretends that it hurts when they mark him and he pretends that he’s someone great and important and worth something. But he knows he isn’t. He’s just their little whore.
And that’s all he’ll ever be.