FIC: Shifty's Hallelujah
Pairing: Shifty/Tab
Rated: M
Author: missdunham
Disclaimer: I do not own or know the real men of Easy Company. This is not based on the real soldiers who fought in WWII, only the actors who portray them. I do not know the real veterans, nor would I wish to offend them. Thank you =] I don't own the lyrics.
Other information: This story is an AU. It's based on the lyrics by Jeff Buckley. There is a little tying up involved and rough!Tab. I might make this into a full story if you guys want it.
Shifty’s Hallelujah
She tied you to her kitchen chair.
She broke your throne and she cut your hair.
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah.
Shifty was sore. He ached and grumbled and murmured in weary protest, but Tab was relentless. He sucked and squeezed and bit and Shifty was sucked and squeezed and bitten until he was numb and his body felt raw and heavy with sleep.
Shifty bit his bottom lip hard, tasting the metallic taste of blood of his tongue. His hips bucked beneath those unforgivable lips… His eyes met those unforgettable eyes as he gripped Tab’s hair and pulled and cried as he came. The room was spinning and he was coming and crying. Tears were running down his cheeks and he couldn’t stop them and then he slumped backwards. He had no energy now. He heard Tab move away and there was silence.
When Shifty woke, he tried to remember how he’d gotten here. He opened his eyes. The room was dark, the bed he was laid on, hard and lumpy. There was no light, except a single bulb hanging from the dank ceiling. His wrists stung and for a moment, he wondered why. Then, he remembered the binding ropes that had rubbed his wrists raw as Tab had tied him up. Pushed him against the chair and made him suck.
He did without complaint.
Shifty tried to focus his muddled thoughts. Had he been kidnapped? Raped? No, he had known Tab for a while. Shifty met him first at the bar. Tab kept catching his eye and then his hand had accidentally brushed against Shifty’s bum. All night, Shifty had been seduced by the dirty words he’d whisper in his ear. Tab bought him drink after damned drink and then had offered him a little ‘New Years Treat’.
There was a movement in the dark corner of the room. ‘Morning.’ Tab came out of the gloom, the light from the bulb somehow darkening his handsome features. There was a smile on his face, his lips twisting at the corners. ‘Your clothes.’
He chucked the bundle on the bed. After a moment, Shifty moved, hands groping. He sat up, groggy, lifting up his briefs. He felt uncoordinated and sluggish.
‘What did you put in those drinks?’ Shifty laughed half-hearted, as Tab sat on the edge of the bed.
‘Enough, apparently,’ he murmured, before remaining silent as Shifty redressed. Soon, Shifty slipped off the bed and the two men stood in front of each other, awkward. ‘Happy New Year, Shifty,’ Tab smiled.
‘Happy New Year,’ Shifty replied.
