T-Bag fic!
Title: Crusades
Character/Pairing: Theodore ‘T-Bag’ Bagwell
Prompt: 014. Regret
Rating: R
Summary: He liked Loot on his knees, he liked Loot on all fours, he liked Loot with his hands shoved behind his back pinned up against a wall with nowhere to escape to, writhing like a caught fish, but he could not put up with him when he was trying to make him regret all the things he’d done.
Author's Notes: Loot/T-Bag buttsex! In time for Christmas/any other holiday around this time too! Rated for swearing and, obviously, buttsex. Plus the usual allusions to violence and graphic dead people.
Crusades
He liked Loot on his knees, he liked Loot on all fours, he liked Loot with his hands shoved behind his back pinned up against a wall with nowhere to escape to, writhing like a caught fish, but he could not put up with him when he was trying to make him regret all the things he’d done.
“I’m tellin’ you right now, you either shut your trap right now or I’m smotherin’ you in that nice pillow you got there and fuckin’ your body til it bleeds, hear me?” T-Bag paced restlessly away from the other man, looping his arms through the bars to the cell and glowering across the block at Roach, who was staring at him contemptuously.
When the cell transfer came through moving T-Bag to where Pauly was, CO Riley looked at him with a hardened kind of determination not to ask questions, not to say anything, just to make the change and let that be that.
Riley was the kind of man, T-Bag figured, that wouldn’t let coincidences add up.
“Is that what you told the other people you killed?” Loot sounded distant and thoughtful, sitting on his bunk and probably staring at something because that was what he did when he was in a thoughtful sort of place. “That if they just did what you wanted them to do you’d let them live?”
“Did I say that?” T-Bag turned away from the bars and leaned his back against them, regarding Loot with his lips sucked into his mouth. Loot was so easy to bruise. He could probably paint a picture in black and blue in the man’s skin. “What I said was, if you don’t shut up, I will. Never said if you shut up I wouldn’t.”
“It was implied.” Loot looked up at him with those innocent brown eyes that T-Bag could just see welling up with blood as he crushed the other man’s windpipe into the ground, watching him choke on his own blood as his breath collapsed with his throat.
T-Bag leaned forwards and in skimming his calloused and scarred fingertips over that smooth skin right where Loot’s neck met his shoulders, where everyone’s skin had just that soft sort of feel that T-Bag wanted to tear off with his teeth. “Boy, why don’t we put this little indiscretion behind us?” He learned a lot of new words from Loot. He liked keeping a log of them in the back of his head to throw them back when the time was right. “Now, why don’t you go hang a sheet and we’ll make nice, hmm?”
Loot made a face like he felt almost insulted by what he was being asked to do, but his rebellions were always small little looks and never in front of the rest of the Alliance, like he knew somehow that if he said anything or did anything there other than just being that obedient bitch they’d be on him. T-Bag almost liked that bitter, haunted side of him. It made him more fun to pinch in the right spots. There were so many more nerves exposed to tweak just hard enough to make him bleed.
Just the thought of Loot bleeding and crumpled up on the floor got T-Bag hard.
He hung the sheet like an obedient little boy sent to do menial work by his mamma or something, everybody knew he was thinking all sorts of nasty things in his head but he kept all quiet to prevent possible repercussions. Now was not the time to make another little rebellion.
“You oughta know by now I don’t regret anything, boy.” T-Bag wrapped his hand around the back of Loot’s neck, his fingers fitting just right around it so that if he really wanted he could push his thumb down and cut off all air just to watch him squirm and try to breathe. “You on some sorta crusade to try and make me?”
“Maybe.” Was Loot’s cryptic response, but having his hands right there on the man’s neck so he could do anything to him was a bit too much for T-Bag. Fuck knowing what Loot was going on about, he wanted him now.
He forced his lips up against Loot’s practically gagging him with his tongue as he delved into his mouth and pushed him up against the bunk in a manner that he hoped was painful because it was always better, more memorable, when it hurt. He drew his mouth away from Loot’s quickly enough. Something about kissing was too intimate for him. Too much for him. Too real for him. He liked biting that nice little patch of soft skin a whole lot more, but it was in good taste to start things off with a kiss, now wasn’t it?
The little sounds of Loot inhaling sharply against the impediment on his air pipe to the sharp bites along his skin was like music and T-Bag easily wormed his free hand into the other man’s pants, grabbing his cock firmly and wondering how much effort it would take to yank it off just to see how much it would bleed. “You’d look nice,” He stretched out the word against Loot’s neck, “with something impaled right through you and your eyes starin’ blankly up at the ceilin’, wouldn’t you, pretty boy?”
Loot never responded during the fucking, like that meant it wasn’t happening.
T-Bag wasn’t one for the foreplay unless he had a knife and a shitload of time, so he forced Loot down on the bunk on his stomach, yanking his pants down over his pale white ass. He leaned in and bit a cheek fiercely, listening to Loot try to muffle a quick, shocked breath in the sheets. It made him chuckle obscenely, smacking the man’s ass good so it left a mark of his hand. “Kills you to know you can’t do anythin’, doesn’t it, boy?” He bit Loot’s ear and pulled back on it slightly just enough to get another one of those little pained breathes that were like bottled orgasms. “Someday I’m gonna get you real good.”
It took two fingers and spit to open Loot up, mostly because T-Bag didn’t give a shit about taking his time to get him ready because the whole point was making him hurt, making him feel it, and easing it in just ruined it all, didn’t it? He pulled his pants down to around his knees and shoved his cock in. No hesitations, no reservations, no regrets. Just that whimpering breath Loot drew in, a reminder he was human just like everyone else in this shit hole, was enough to get T-Bag off some days. This wasn’t necessarily one of them, but it was still fabulous to hear.
He shoved Loot’s shirt up in the back, exposing all that pale flesh that he loved so much. He moved his dick in and out of Loot’s ass roughly, leaning in to bite him right in that soft spot where he knew it hurt. “You’ve got the nicest skin, know that, pretty boy?” He kneaded his knuckles roughly against the pale skin, watching raptly at the way the colour of the skin changed and mottled and darkened just right. If he had his razor on him he’d slash little lines like the pearly scars on Loot’s chest from other little clandestine activities, but this would do. Just knowing how the speckles of read would be purple and brown and blue like rotten fruit by the next day was good enough for T-Bag. “Nicest skin… marks so easy… anyone ever told you that?”
Loot didn’t answer, but then again he never did so T-Bag wasn’t about to waste his time looking for a response.
He fucked Loot like he fucked anything and dragged his nails down his back, not in that soft way couples did sometimes, but hard enough to pull skin off and leave nasty skid marks like at the side of the road when some driver lost control of the wheel. Tiny specks of blood in there… it was like heaven. He ran his tongue along the lines and came violently, pulling out a few seconds later and bringing his pants back up from his knees. “Damn, boy, you know how to take a fuckin’.”
Loot just shrugged, pulling his pants back up and moving away to take down the sheet again. “I’ve gotten a lot of practice.” He replied distantly, folding the sheet neatly like he always did and laying it back on the bunk.
T-Bag was struck with a sudden sort of curiosity. “Why’d you do it, boy?” Loot looked up at him expectantly, so he elaborated. “Why’d you kill that Pauly just to have a guy like me be the one fuckin’ you?”
“Why should you care? You have what you want. Enjoy it.” Loot could never answer anything straight. He should just keep his mouth closed all the time unless he was sucking T-Bag’s dick.
T-Bag smirked at him, ruffling his hair ruefully and climbing up onto his bunk to roll over for a nice sleep with images of people falling and splattering on the ground at his feet with their eternal organs everywhere dancing around in that far back corner of his mind where everything was shades of black or grey or red and innocent and guilty didn’t exist. “That what your crusade is? Givin’ people what they want?”
Loot didn’t answer, or at least if he did T-Bag was out before he heard it.
Character/Pairing: Theodore ‘T-Bag’ Bagwell
Prompt: 014. Regret
Rating: R
Summary: He liked Loot on his knees, he liked Loot on all fours, he liked Loot with his hands shoved behind his back pinned up against a wall with nowhere to escape to, writhing like a caught fish, but he could not put up with him when he was trying to make him regret all the things he’d done.
Author's Notes: Loot/T-Bag buttsex! In time for Christmas/any other holiday around this time too! Rated for swearing and, obviously, buttsex. Plus the usual allusions to violence and graphic dead people.
Crusades
He liked Loot on his knees, he liked Loot on all fours, he liked Loot with his hands shoved behind his back pinned up against a wall with nowhere to escape to, writhing like a caught fish, but he could not put up with him when he was trying to make him regret all the things he’d done.
“I’m tellin’ you right now, you either shut your trap right now or I’m smotherin’ you in that nice pillow you got there and fuckin’ your body til it bleeds, hear me?” T-Bag paced restlessly away from the other man, looping his arms through the bars to the cell and glowering across the block at Roach, who was staring at him contemptuously.
When the cell transfer came through moving T-Bag to where Pauly was, CO Riley looked at him with a hardened kind of determination not to ask questions, not to say anything, just to make the change and let that be that.
Riley was the kind of man, T-Bag figured, that wouldn’t let coincidences add up.
“Is that what you told the other people you killed?” Loot sounded distant and thoughtful, sitting on his bunk and probably staring at something because that was what he did when he was in a thoughtful sort of place. “That if they just did what you wanted them to do you’d let them live?”
“Did I say that?” T-Bag turned away from the bars and leaned his back against them, regarding Loot with his lips sucked into his mouth. Loot was so easy to bruise. He could probably paint a picture in black and blue in the man’s skin. “What I said was, if you don’t shut up, I will. Never said if you shut up I wouldn’t.”
“It was implied.” Loot looked up at him with those innocent brown eyes that T-Bag could just see welling up with blood as he crushed the other man’s windpipe into the ground, watching him choke on his own blood as his breath collapsed with his throat.
T-Bag leaned forwards and in skimming his calloused and scarred fingertips over that smooth skin right where Loot’s neck met his shoulders, where everyone’s skin had just that soft sort of feel that T-Bag wanted to tear off with his teeth. “Boy, why don’t we put this little indiscretion behind us?” He learned a lot of new words from Loot. He liked keeping a log of them in the back of his head to throw them back when the time was right. “Now, why don’t you go hang a sheet and we’ll make nice, hmm?”
Loot made a face like he felt almost insulted by what he was being asked to do, but his rebellions were always small little looks and never in front of the rest of the Alliance, like he knew somehow that if he said anything or did anything there other than just being that obedient bitch they’d be on him. T-Bag almost liked that bitter, haunted side of him. It made him more fun to pinch in the right spots. There were so many more nerves exposed to tweak just hard enough to make him bleed.
Just the thought of Loot bleeding and crumpled up on the floor got T-Bag hard.
He hung the sheet like an obedient little boy sent to do menial work by his mamma or something, everybody knew he was thinking all sorts of nasty things in his head but he kept all quiet to prevent possible repercussions. Now was not the time to make another little rebellion.
“You oughta know by now I don’t regret anything, boy.” T-Bag wrapped his hand around the back of Loot’s neck, his fingers fitting just right around it so that if he really wanted he could push his thumb down and cut off all air just to watch him squirm and try to breathe. “You on some sorta crusade to try and make me?”
“Maybe.” Was Loot’s cryptic response, but having his hands right there on the man’s neck so he could do anything to him was a bit too much for T-Bag. Fuck knowing what Loot was going on about, he wanted him now.
He forced his lips up against Loot’s practically gagging him with his tongue as he delved into his mouth and pushed him up against the bunk in a manner that he hoped was painful because it was always better, more memorable, when it hurt. He drew his mouth away from Loot’s quickly enough. Something about kissing was too intimate for him. Too much for him. Too real for him. He liked biting that nice little patch of soft skin a whole lot more, but it was in good taste to start things off with a kiss, now wasn’t it?
The little sounds of Loot inhaling sharply against the impediment on his air pipe to the sharp bites along his skin was like music and T-Bag easily wormed his free hand into the other man’s pants, grabbing his cock firmly and wondering how much effort it would take to yank it off just to see how much it would bleed. “You’d look nice,” He stretched out the word against Loot’s neck, “with something impaled right through you and your eyes starin’ blankly up at the ceilin’, wouldn’t you, pretty boy?”
Loot never responded during the fucking, like that meant it wasn’t happening.
T-Bag wasn’t one for the foreplay unless he had a knife and a shitload of time, so he forced Loot down on the bunk on his stomach, yanking his pants down over his pale white ass. He leaned in and bit a cheek fiercely, listening to Loot try to muffle a quick, shocked breath in the sheets. It made him chuckle obscenely, smacking the man’s ass good so it left a mark of his hand. “Kills you to know you can’t do anythin’, doesn’t it, boy?” He bit Loot’s ear and pulled back on it slightly just enough to get another one of those little pained breathes that were like bottled orgasms. “Someday I’m gonna get you real good.”
It took two fingers and spit to open Loot up, mostly because T-Bag didn’t give a shit about taking his time to get him ready because the whole point was making him hurt, making him feel it, and easing it in just ruined it all, didn’t it? He pulled his pants down to around his knees and shoved his cock in. No hesitations, no reservations, no regrets. Just that whimpering breath Loot drew in, a reminder he was human just like everyone else in this shit hole, was enough to get T-Bag off some days. This wasn’t necessarily one of them, but it was still fabulous to hear.
He shoved Loot’s shirt up in the back, exposing all that pale flesh that he loved so much. He moved his dick in and out of Loot’s ass roughly, leaning in to bite him right in that soft spot where he knew it hurt. “You’ve got the nicest skin, know that, pretty boy?” He kneaded his knuckles roughly against the pale skin, watching raptly at the way the colour of the skin changed and mottled and darkened just right. If he had his razor on him he’d slash little lines like the pearly scars on Loot’s chest from other little clandestine activities, but this would do. Just knowing how the speckles of read would be purple and brown and blue like rotten fruit by the next day was good enough for T-Bag. “Nicest skin… marks so easy… anyone ever told you that?”
Loot didn’t answer, but then again he never did so T-Bag wasn’t about to waste his time looking for a response.
He fucked Loot like he fucked anything and dragged his nails down his back, not in that soft way couples did sometimes, but hard enough to pull skin off and leave nasty skid marks like at the side of the road when some driver lost control of the wheel. Tiny specks of blood in there… it was like heaven. He ran his tongue along the lines and came violently, pulling out a few seconds later and bringing his pants back up from his knees. “Damn, boy, you know how to take a fuckin’.”
Loot just shrugged, pulling his pants back up and moving away to take down the sheet again. “I’ve gotten a lot of practice.” He replied distantly, folding the sheet neatly like he always did and laying it back on the bunk.
T-Bag was struck with a sudden sort of curiosity. “Why’d you do it, boy?” Loot looked up at him expectantly, so he elaborated. “Why’d you kill that Pauly just to have a guy like me be the one fuckin’ you?”
“Why should you care? You have what you want. Enjoy it.” Loot could never answer anything straight. He should just keep his mouth closed all the time unless he was sucking T-Bag’s dick.
T-Bag smirked at him, ruffling his hair ruefully and climbing up onto his bunk to roll over for a nice sleep with images of people falling and splattering on the ground at his feet with their eternal organs everywhere dancing around in that far back corner of his mind where everything was shades of black or grey or red and innocent and guilty didn’t exist. “That what your crusade is? Givin’ people what they want?”
Loot didn’t answer, or at least if he did T-Bag was out before he heard it.