T-Bag/Bellick, Writer's Choice
Title: Asinine
Character/Pairing: T-Bag/Bellick
Prompt: #096. Writer’s Choice
Rating: R
Summary: T-Bag yanks on Bellick’s ears when he gets the chance because he loves the way Bellick snarls at him.
Author's Notes: Written for 1sentence. Unbetaed(for the most part).
Comfort
T-Bag usually finds himself pinned to a table or up against a wall when Bellick drags him off-and comfort is the last thing on either’s mind.
Kiss
The upper hand achieved, T-Bag pushed Bellick into the bricks and latched onto his lips.
Soft
The pillow is soft beneath his grip, and T-Bag smiles into it while Bellick thrusts into him.
Pain
“Feelin’ all right today, Bellick?” T-Bag mentions in passing as Bellick limps by.
Potatoes
“Eat your damn potatoes and stop complaining already, Bagwell.”
Rain
It was raining the day T-Bag gave Bellick the other escapees locations before throwing him up against a dumpster and fucking him.
Chocolate
Bellick slips him chocolate when no one’s looking in exchange for blow jobs behind the toolshed.
Happiness
“You ever been happy with a woman or you just have a predisposition toward men?” T-Bag taunts, smirking when Bellick growls and leaves bleeding teeth marks on his shoulder.
Telephone
“C’mon, Bellick, gimme a quarter for the phone, would ya?”
Ears
T-Bag yanks on Bellick’s ears when he gets the chance because he loves the way Bellick snarls at him.
Name
Bellick knows the man’s name is Teddy but he can’t help it if other names slip out.
Sensual
“Maybe we oughta burn some incense next time.”
Death
Bellick stands over T-Bag’s body and can’t help but wonder where it all went wrong.
Sex
Their sex is always hurried and frantic because there’s no telling when someone might walk in on them.
Touch
T-Bag lets his hands glide over Bellick’s body, fingers pushing and prodding his beer gut, much to Bellick’s chagrin.
Weakness
Bellick’s weakness shows when he’s around T-Bag because T-Bag’s not afraid to say what he thinks.
Tears
“Don’t cry,” eleven-year-old Teddy whispers to thirteen-year-old Brad, “my daddy beats me too.”
Speed
With a chuckle, T-Bag mutters, “They call you speedy when you was growin’ up?”
Wind
Devilishly, T-Bag quips, “C’mon, Bellick, feel the wind in your hai-oh, my mistake.”
Freedom
Bellick shoves his freedom down T-Bag’s throat at every opportunity and T-Bag makes it known that he doesn’t appreciate it.
Life
“There’s no life waiting for me on the other side o’ those walls-you should know that, Bellick.”
Jealousy
“We can’t all be as . . . well endowed, Bellick,” T-Bag says, viciously, when the irritable C.O. drops his pants and shoves T-Bag against the wall.
Hands
“Keep your hands where I can see them, Bagwell,” Bellick growls, “I don’t want any shit from you today.”
Taste
Bellick’s mouth tastes like old cigarettes and stale doughnuts, which T-Bag believes is an improvement from the inedible mush he forces down everyday.
Devotion
“Never thought I’d see a man become so devoted to his job that he has sex with the men he’s supposed to be guardin’.”
Forever
“Feels like it’s been forever since I seen you last, Bagwell,” Bellick stated with clarity, leaning against the doorframe of his apartment.
Blood
T-Bag was soaked in blood when he decided Bellick wouldn’t turn him in if he asked for refuge.
Sickness
“I’ll fix that cold o’ yours, Bellick,” T-Bag crooned, smirking.
Melody
T-Bag liked to sing after all was said and done, and Bellick would never admit that he liked to listen.
Star
“When it’s really bad,” Teddy murmured, laying back in the grass next to Brad, “I like to come outside and stare up at the stars.”
Home
“I never want to go home again,” Brad sobbed into Teddy’s arms.
Confusion
“What brings a C.O. to havin’ sex with the prisoners he guards anyhow?”
Fear
Bellick claimed he wasn’t afraid of T-Bag-even when T-Bag nearly strangled him during a session.
Lightning/Thunder
Every flash of lightning illuminated Bellick leaning against the wall and T-Bag kneeling in front of him.
Bonds
“Take the cuffs off, Brad, come on.”
Market
“Maybe we can skip down the market together, huh?”
Technology
T-Bag caught Bellick’s cell phone as he tossed it and flipped it open.
Gift
“Got somethin’ for ya, boss,” T-Bag said, pulling out a shank.
Smile
Bellick only smiles when he’s drunk and T-Bag’s always willing to provide the alcohol necessary.
Innocence
Bellick stopped believing T-Bag’s claims to innocence after his third cell mate “committed suicide.”
Completion
“Ever felt like your dick was an extension of your hand?”
Clouds
Brad’s eyes wander over the sky, watching the clouds, as Teddy’s eyes wander over Brad, watching the way his chest rises and falls with every breath.
Sky
“The sky has no boundaries-and neither do we,” T-Bag grins, holding his pocket out while Bellick growls.
Heaven
T-Bag always said he was in heaven when Bellick was fucking him-just to piss Bellick off.
Hell
“We’re both goin’ to hell-you know that, right?”
Sun
The sun bears down on the two mischievous boys romping through the field, tanning the skin of the older and burning the skin of the younger.
Moon
T-Bag swears the moon has no effect on his behavior, but Bellick knows better.
Waves
Waves lapping at their feet, Brad and Teddy lay back in the sand on a remote beach somewhere where no one will find them.
Hair
“Never really been fussy over my hair or anything,” T-Bag mentions lazily, “but at least I have hair, hm?”
Supernova
T-Bag claims he’s read the dictionary on three occasions and Bellick’s always wondered, “What the hell’s a supernova?”
Character/Pairing: T-Bag/Bellick
Prompt: #096. Writer’s Choice
Rating: R
Summary: T-Bag yanks on Bellick’s ears when he gets the chance because he loves the way Bellick snarls at him.
Author's Notes: Written for 1sentence. Unbetaed(for the most part).
Comfort
T-Bag usually finds himself pinned to a table or up against a wall when Bellick drags him off-and comfort is the last thing on either’s mind.
Kiss
The upper hand achieved, T-Bag pushed Bellick into the bricks and latched onto his lips.
Soft
The pillow is soft beneath his grip, and T-Bag smiles into it while Bellick thrusts into him.
Pain
“Feelin’ all right today, Bellick?” T-Bag mentions in passing as Bellick limps by.
Potatoes
“Eat your damn potatoes and stop complaining already, Bagwell.”
Rain
It was raining the day T-Bag gave Bellick the other escapees locations before throwing him up against a dumpster and fucking him.
Chocolate
Bellick slips him chocolate when no one’s looking in exchange for blow jobs behind the toolshed.
Happiness
“You ever been happy with a woman or you just have a predisposition toward men?” T-Bag taunts, smirking when Bellick growls and leaves bleeding teeth marks on his shoulder.
Telephone
“C’mon, Bellick, gimme a quarter for the phone, would ya?”
Ears
T-Bag yanks on Bellick’s ears when he gets the chance because he loves the way Bellick snarls at him.
Name
Bellick knows the man’s name is Teddy but he can’t help it if other names slip out.
Sensual
“Maybe we oughta burn some incense next time.”
Death
Bellick stands over T-Bag’s body and can’t help but wonder where it all went wrong.
Sex
Their sex is always hurried and frantic because there’s no telling when someone might walk in on them.
Touch
T-Bag lets his hands glide over Bellick’s body, fingers pushing and prodding his beer gut, much to Bellick’s chagrin.
Weakness
Bellick’s weakness shows when he’s around T-Bag because T-Bag’s not afraid to say what he thinks.
Tears
“Don’t cry,” eleven-year-old Teddy whispers to thirteen-year-old Brad, “my daddy beats me too.”
Speed
With a chuckle, T-Bag mutters, “They call you speedy when you was growin’ up?”
Wind
Devilishly, T-Bag quips, “C’mon, Bellick, feel the wind in your hai-oh, my mistake.”
Freedom
Bellick shoves his freedom down T-Bag’s throat at every opportunity and T-Bag makes it known that he doesn’t appreciate it.
Life
“There’s no life waiting for me on the other side o’ those walls-you should know that, Bellick.”
Jealousy
“We can’t all be as . . . well endowed, Bellick,” T-Bag says, viciously, when the irritable C.O. drops his pants and shoves T-Bag against the wall.
Hands
“Keep your hands where I can see them, Bagwell,” Bellick growls, “I don’t want any shit from you today.”
Taste
Bellick’s mouth tastes like old cigarettes and stale doughnuts, which T-Bag believes is an improvement from the inedible mush he forces down everyday.
Devotion
“Never thought I’d see a man become so devoted to his job that he has sex with the men he’s supposed to be guardin’.”
Forever
“Feels like it’s been forever since I seen you last, Bagwell,” Bellick stated with clarity, leaning against the doorframe of his apartment.
Blood
T-Bag was soaked in blood when he decided Bellick wouldn’t turn him in if he asked for refuge.
Sickness
“I’ll fix that cold o’ yours, Bellick,” T-Bag crooned, smirking.
Melody
T-Bag liked to sing after all was said and done, and Bellick would never admit that he liked to listen.
Star
“When it’s really bad,” Teddy murmured, laying back in the grass next to Brad, “I like to come outside and stare up at the stars.”
Home
“I never want to go home again,” Brad sobbed into Teddy’s arms.
Confusion
“What brings a C.O. to havin’ sex with the prisoners he guards anyhow?”
Fear
Bellick claimed he wasn’t afraid of T-Bag-even when T-Bag nearly strangled him during a session.
Lightning/Thunder
Every flash of lightning illuminated Bellick leaning against the wall and T-Bag kneeling in front of him.
Bonds
“Take the cuffs off, Brad, come on.”
Market
“Maybe we can skip down the market together, huh?”
Technology
T-Bag caught Bellick’s cell phone as he tossed it and flipped it open.
Gift
“Got somethin’ for ya, boss,” T-Bag said, pulling out a shank.
Smile
Bellick only smiles when he’s drunk and T-Bag’s always willing to provide the alcohol necessary.
Innocence
Bellick stopped believing T-Bag’s claims to innocence after his third cell mate “committed suicide.”
Completion
“Ever felt like your dick was an extension of your hand?”
Clouds
Brad’s eyes wander over the sky, watching the clouds, as Teddy’s eyes wander over Brad, watching the way his chest rises and falls with every breath.
Sky
“The sky has no boundaries-and neither do we,” T-Bag grins, holding his pocket out while Bellick growls.
Heaven
T-Bag always said he was in heaven when Bellick was fucking him-just to piss Bellick off.
Hell
“We’re both goin’ to hell-you know that, right?”
Sun
The sun bears down on the two mischievous boys romping through the field, tanning the skin of the older and burning the skin of the younger.
Moon
T-Bag swears the moon has no effect on his behavior, but Bellick knows better.
Waves
Waves lapping at their feet, Brad and Teddy lay back in the sand on a remote beach somewhere where no one will find them.
Hair
“Never really been fussy over my hair or anything,” T-Bag mentions lazily, “but at least I have hair, hm?”
Supernova
T-Bag claims he’s read the dictionary on three occasions and Bellick’s always wondered, “What the hell’s a supernova?”