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Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing:Michael Scofield/Theodore Bagwell
Theme set: Epsilon
Rating: PG-13 to R
Author's Notes: challenge from 1sentance, ranging from fluff to violence.
Warning : some swearing, slash, and violence.
#01- Motion
It was like time had slowed when Michael turned around, only to see furious brown eyes and the glinting finality of the blade in the man's hand.
#02- Cool
He always flinched when the man's right hand touched him. The fingertips were so cold, always so cold.
#03- Young
It was the first time Theodore had seen Michael smile like that at him, so young and fresh, and Theodore couldn't deny feeling old.
#04-Last
"You aren't getting the last word in, Pretty. Not this time." Theodore had hissed before covering those firm lips with his own. He jerked away, staring into tear filled eyes, "Never again will you get the last word in. Ya understand me?"
#05- Wrong
Michael couldn't deny the sick feeling of wrong inside him as T-Bag laid there sobbing and covered in blood, frightened brown eyes glimmering with tears.
#06- Gentle
Being gentle was always the best way to torture someone, T-Bag had told to Michael one night. Violence, he had said, makes them scared of you for reasons of power. But being gentle always made them fear you because of the unexpectedness of it.
#07- One
"One of a kind, you are Bagwell." Michael whispered one night into his shoulder. "You're one of a kind."
#08- Thousand
Thousands of feet separated them sometimes. But with the skill and determination of a hunting dog, Theodore would -always- find the Pretty.
#09- King
A king amongst inmates. A king of scum. Michael had never felt so moved by a single man as to want to destroy him so completely into nothing.
#10- Learn
"You'll learn. You'll learn." Theodore had whispered kindly one night, before curving Michael's head back down towards his lap. Michael always learned the fastest through repetition.
#11- Blur
The sand in Michael's eyes made his vision blur, stinging with agony but the voice made his heart stop with fear, "Hello again, Pretty."
#12- Wait
"Wait! Wait! I can't breathe!" Michael had sobbed one night when Theodore decided to be playful and tickle the younger man for the sheer hell of it.
#13- Change
"You want me to change? I can't change. I want too...but I can't change. And you won't even change yourself." Michael whispered, raising the gun to still-loving brown eyes.
#14- Command
Theodore had a power around him. An aura, that if you got too close, would suck you in. All his proclivities aside, the man could lead an army. It's probably what frightened Michael the most about the man.
#15- Hold
"Just hold me...just hold me." He had sobbed, as T-bag's hands became soaked with blood. Blood that shouldn't be spilling so fast like this.
#16- Need
"Need you?! -Need- you?! I need you like a hole in the head, T-Bag!" Michael shouted, shoving the older man away like he was diseased, and to Michael he was. Diseased with sick promises.
#17- Vision
Michael was a vision to be beheld. Cuts and bruises littered his skin. Scars were tenderly traced by a blunt index finger, but what probably made Michael so much more breath-taking was the belt wrapped around his neck and his dull blue eyes.
#18- Attention
Like a spoiled child wanting candy, Theodore stomped his foot on the floorboards of the room they shared and demanded that he be paid attention too.
#19- Soul
T-Bag had confessed once that he thought had no soul. Michael proved him wrong, but pointed out that his soul was as black as a crow. T-bag seemed oddly complimented and offended.
#20- Picture
Michael had made the mistake of not putting away the pictures of his nephew, LJ, that were in the house - now all of them were missing and Theodore was playing innocent again.
#21- Fool
He told Michael 'He looked like a fool in that hat, so yes please go take it off - and while you're in the bedroom, get naked because I'm horny.' Michael had never glared so hard in his life.
#22- Mad
Laughter like this was a man in hysterics, a man going mad. As Theodore laughed, the rain poured down washing the blood from his mutilated arm. His laughter broke his mind. Blue eyes watched this with a breaking heart.
#23- Child
When Michael's fist slammed into T-Bag's nose, sprawling him to the ground the smaller man curled up tightly in a ball. In this moment Michael was violently and sickeningly reminded of a small child protecting his soft middle from the blows that were to come from the hard boots of Daddy.
#24- Now
"Now, now...no need for that." Crooned the man holding the pistol to Michael's temple. Blue eyes stared into brown, and the blue eyed one submitted.
#25- Shadows
To Michael, shadows seemed to be everywhere but mostly concentrated in the recesses of his lover's mind.
#26- Goodbye
Theodore thought it was too soon. It couldn't believe how fast it had happened, and with the heavy weight in his arms and the wetness on his clothing, he'd always hoped he'd never have to say good-bye to his angel.
#27- Hide
"Where are you, Pretty?" Sing-songed the voice down the hall, the sounds of a metallic scraping followed by the heavy footsteps of a determined man. "Oh Pretty, Pretty...where are you? I want to have a little fun with you my Pretty." Michael sat hidden in the closet, shaking with a fear that had one name.
#28- Fortune
Theodore and Michael sat in a sea of green, looking dumbfounded. Slowly big, stupid grins covered their faces and whoops of joy crowed throughout the room.
#29- Safe
The older man cradled the younger in his arms. Was it sick that Michael found a safe haven in those arms that had held down countless children? Arms that had clutched the bodies of young boys as they quaked and sobbed in his cell. Still, despite that, Michael felt safe.
#30- Ghost
Michael had seen the ghosts of Theodore's past only once. When they'd stepped into Theodore's old home to gather some things the man said he needed. Brown eyes and plastic smiles stared at him through a picture frame. The father that had raped his own sister and son, standing with a heavy hand on a scrawny child's shoulder - a child who couldn't smile.
#31- Book
"I didn't know you could read, T-Bag." Michael quipped as the man in question sat with a heavy book on his lap. "Shows what you know, Pretty." was the snapping response.
#32- Eye
"An eye for an eye, Michael. An eye for an eye. Or in your case...an arm." Snickered the man standing with an axe in his hand, blood on a pristine white shirt.
#33- Never
"Never say that again Michael..." He had panted one night during their fucking. 'I love you' was not a phrase to be used after what T-Bag did to Michael.
#34- Sing
"You gonna do it, yet?" Michael questioned. Theodore looked confused, so Michael elaborated, "You gonna sing like Johnny Cash yet?"
#35- Sudden
The first kiss had been a sudden thing. One moment their was Theodore talking about killing someone or another, the next moment there was a mouth on his. The first kiss had left him confused and needing more.
#36- Stop
"Stop. I don't want to hear it." It was snowing. Michael stood there in his pyjama's watching Theodore stare at him. "Yes you do, Theodore." came the shivering reply.
#37- Time
Time heals all wounds. But time does not stop the infection from spreading. Time does not stop the rot. Time has healed the wound on Theodore's wrist, his hand once again connected. But time has not stop his want to taste Michael Scofield's blood and hear his screams.
#38- Wash
"Go wash up for dinner...it'll be ready in a minute." In a motel alone, with a fuzzy memory, this is all Michael can remember of a voice, a sharks smile and brown eyes that screamed for more.
#39- Torn
Torn between his brother and Theodore, Michael's eyes filled with anguish when he realised this would be the hardest choice of his life.
#40- History
"You failed history? Oh come -on- now, Pretty." Came an incredulous voice, from a pile of papers of Michael's youth.
#41- Power
Raw power flowed through Theodore's body. It was ignited and fuelled by the fear that coursed through Michael's body.
#42- Bother
Some nights Theodore could hardly bother to take his jeans off before getting into bed. As much as Michael liked how the Levi's framed T-bag's ass, they weren't exactly the most comfortable things when he was naked, and Theodore was in a cuddling mood.
#43- God
"You swear to God?" Michael asked incredulously, staring at T-Bag. "Yeah. Fuck, Shit, Damn. I says all of them to the Big man up there." he grinned when Michael rolled his eyes at him, going back to his paper.
#44- Wall
Blood trickled down Theodore's forehead, and he was left gasping as the concrete from the wall dug into his forehead. Michael could be forceful when he felt like it, T-Bag reflected later that evening.
#45- Naked
Theodore had no shame of himself. He also had no shame -period-. The naked pictures of Michael on his newly acquired digital camera was proof of that.
#46-Drive
"Are you sure you don't want me to drive this thing?" Michael asked curiously, Theodore shifted the gears and there was a horrible grinding sound. Michael grimaced - "I ain't never drove stick before, so shut up. i'm learnin' right?" came the irritable reply.
#47- Harm
Harm. It sounded like such a tame word for unspeakable acts of violence. Theodore rolled that word around in his mouth. Smiling, he thought of all the harm he was going to inflict on Pretty when he got his hands on him.
#48- Precious
"You're my Precious." Theodore said tweaking Michael's nose. "I thought I was your Pretty?" Scowling now, Theodore shoved Michael. "You wanna be my Bitch, too?"
#49- Hunger
Michael had lived through his life ignoring many of his fears. The fear of heights. Fear of spiders. Fear of whatever Spam was made of...but when he saw the desperate and raw hunger in Theodore Bagwell's eyes, that pure one-mindedness that was for a man who had too much determination, Michael wanted to run away screaming.
#50- Believe
"Do you believe, Teddy?" He whispered softly, staring into the starlight. "Do you believe in love? Do you believe that a man can fall in love with another man, even though this man has a soul as black as tar, a rap sheet as big as the encyclopaedia, and a tendency towards violence?" A sniff of air was felt against his naked shoulder, the reply of "Not really, pretty." meeting his ears. Michael smiled, turning to wrap himself in Theodore's arms, "I didn't think so, either."
Pairing:Michael Scofield/Theodore Bagwell
Theme set: Epsilon
Rating: PG-13 to R
Author's Notes: challenge from 1sentance, ranging from fluff to violence.
Warning : some swearing, slash, and violence.
#01- Motion
It was like time had slowed when Michael turned around, only to see furious brown eyes and the glinting finality of the blade in the man's hand.
#02- Cool
He always flinched when the man's right hand touched him. The fingertips were so cold, always so cold.
#03- Young
It was the first time Theodore had seen Michael smile like that at him, so young and fresh, and Theodore couldn't deny feeling old.
#04-Last
"You aren't getting the last word in, Pretty. Not this time." Theodore had hissed before covering those firm lips with his own. He jerked away, staring into tear filled eyes, "Never again will you get the last word in. Ya understand me?"
#05- Wrong
Michael couldn't deny the sick feeling of wrong inside him as T-Bag laid there sobbing and covered in blood, frightened brown eyes glimmering with tears.
#06- Gentle
Being gentle was always the best way to torture someone, T-Bag had told to Michael one night. Violence, he had said, makes them scared of you for reasons of power. But being gentle always made them fear you because of the unexpectedness of it.
#07- One
"One of a kind, you are Bagwell." Michael whispered one night into his shoulder. "You're one of a kind."
#08- Thousand
Thousands of feet separated them sometimes. But with the skill and determination of a hunting dog, Theodore would -always- find the Pretty.
#09- King
A king amongst inmates. A king of scum. Michael had never felt so moved by a single man as to want to destroy him so completely into nothing.
#10- Learn
"You'll learn. You'll learn." Theodore had whispered kindly one night, before curving Michael's head back down towards his lap. Michael always learned the fastest through repetition.
#11- Blur
The sand in Michael's eyes made his vision blur, stinging with agony but the voice made his heart stop with fear, "Hello again, Pretty."
#12- Wait
"Wait! Wait! I can't breathe!" Michael had sobbed one night when Theodore decided to be playful and tickle the younger man for the sheer hell of it.
#13- Change
"You want me to change? I can't change. I want too...but I can't change. And you won't even change yourself." Michael whispered, raising the gun to still-loving brown eyes.
#14- Command
Theodore had a power around him. An aura, that if you got too close, would suck you in. All his proclivities aside, the man could lead an army. It's probably what frightened Michael the most about the man.
#15- Hold
"Just hold me...just hold me." He had sobbed, as T-bag's hands became soaked with blood. Blood that shouldn't be spilling so fast like this.
#16- Need
"Need you?! -Need- you?! I need you like a hole in the head, T-Bag!" Michael shouted, shoving the older man away like he was diseased, and to Michael he was. Diseased with sick promises.
#17- Vision
Michael was a vision to be beheld. Cuts and bruises littered his skin. Scars were tenderly traced by a blunt index finger, but what probably made Michael so much more breath-taking was the belt wrapped around his neck and his dull blue eyes.
#18- Attention
Like a spoiled child wanting candy, Theodore stomped his foot on the floorboards of the room they shared and demanded that he be paid attention too.
#19- Soul
T-Bag had confessed once that he thought had no soul. Michael proved him wrong, but pointed out that his soul was as black as a crow. T-bag seemed oddly complimented and offended.
#20- Picture
Michael had made the mistake of not putting away the pictures of his nephew, LJ, that were in the house - now all of them were missing and Theodore was playing innocent again.
#21- Fool
He told Michael 'He looked like a fool in that hat, so yes please go take it off - and while you're in the bedroom, get naked because I'm horny.' Michael had never glared so hard in his life.
#22- Mad
Laughter like this was a man in hysterics, a man going mad. As Theodore laughed, the rain poured down washing the blood from his mutilated arm. His laughter broke his mind. Blue eyes watched this with a breaking heart.
#23- Child
When Michael's fist slammed into T-Bag's nose, sprawling him to the ground the smaller man curled up tightly in a ball. In this moment Michael was violently and sickeningly reminded of a small child protecting his soft middle from the blows that were to come from the hard boots of Daddy.
#24- Now
"Now, now...no need for that." Crooned the man holding the pistol to Michael's temple. Blue eyes stared into brown, and the blue eyed one submitted.
#25- Shadows
To Michael, shadows seemed to be everywhere but mostly concentrated in the recesses of his lover's mind.
#26- Goodbye
Theodore thought it was too soon. It couldn't believe how fast it had happened, and with the heavy weight in his arms and the wetness on his clothing, he'd always hoped he'd never have to say good-bye to his angel.
#27- Hide
"Where are you, Pretty?" Sing-songed the voice down the hall, the sounds of a metallic scraping followed by the heavy footsteps of a determined man. "Oh Pretty, Pretty...where are you? I want to have a little fun with you my Pretty." Michael sat hidden in the closet, shaking with a fear that had one name.
#28- Fortune
Theodore and Michael sat in a sea of green, looking dumbfounded. Slowly big, stupid grins covered their faces and whoops of joy crowed throughout the room.
#29- Safe
The older man cradled the younger in his arms. Was it sick that Michael found a safe haven in those arms that had held down countless children? Arms that had clutched the bodies of young boys as they quaked and sobbed in his cell. Still, despite that, Michael felt safe.
#30- Ghost
Michael had seen the ghosts of Theodore's past only once. When they'd stepped into Theodore's old home to gather some things the man said he needed. Brown eyes and plastic smiles stared at him through a picture frame. The father that had raped his own sister and son, standing with a heavy hand on a scrawny child's shoulder - a child who couldn't smile.
#31- Book
"I didn't know you could read, T-Bag." Michael quipped as the man in question sat with a heavy book on his lap. "Shows what you know, Pretty." was the snapping response.
#32- Eye
"An eye for an eye, Michael. An eye for an eye. Or in your case...an arm." Snickered the man standing with an axe in his hand, blood on a pristine white shirt.
#33- Never
"Never say that again Michael..." He had panted one night during their fucking. 'I love you' was not a phrase to be used after what T-Bag did to Michael.
#34- Sing
"You gonna do it, yet?" Michael questioned. Theodore looked confused, so Michael elaborated, "You gonna sing like Johnny Cash yet?"
#35- Sudden
The first kiss had been a sudden thing. One moment their was Theodore talking about killing someone or another, the next moment there was a mouth on his. The first kiss had left him confused and needing more.
#36- Stop
"Stop. I don't want to hear it." It was snowing. Michael stood there in his pyjama's watching Theodore stare at him. "Yes you do, Theodore." came the shivering reply.
#37- Time
Time heals all wounds. But time does not stop the infection from spreading. Time does not stop the rot. Time has healed the wound on Theodore's wrist, his hand once again connected. But time has not stop his want to taste Michael Scofield's blood and hear his screams.
#38- Wash
"Go wash up for dinner...it'll be ready in a minute." In a motel alone, with a fuzzy memory, this is all Michael can remember of a voice, a sharks smile and brown eyes that screamed for more.
#39- Torn
Torn between his brother and Theodore, Michael's eyes filled with anguish when he realised this would be the hardest choice of his life.
#40- History
"You failed history? Oh come -on- now, Pretty." Came an incredulous voice, from a pile of papers of Michael's youth.
#41- Power
Raw power flowed through Theodore's body. It was ignited and fuelled by the fear that coursed through Michael's body.
#42- Bother
Some nights Theodore could hardly bother to take his jeans off before getting into bed. As much as Michael liked how the Levi's framed T-bag's ass, they weren't exactly the most comfortable things when he was naked, and Theodore was in a cuddling mood.
#43- God
"You swear to God?" Michael asked incredulously, staring at T-Bag. "Yeah. Fuck, Shit, Damn. I says all of them to the Big man up there." he grinned when Michael rolled his eyes at him, going back to his paper.
#44- Wall
Blood trickled down Theodore's forehead, and he was left gasping as the concrete from the wall dug into his forehead. Michael could be forceful when he felt like it, T-Bag reflected later that evening.
#45- Naked
Theodore had no shame of himself. He also had no shame -period-. The naked pictures of Michael on his newly acquired digital camera was proof of that.
#46-Drive
"Are you sure you don't want me to drive this thing?" Michael asked curiously, Theodore shifted the gears and there was a horrible grinding sound. Michael grimaced - "I ain't never drove stick before, so shut up. i'm learnin' right?" came the irritable reply.
#47- Harm
Harm. It sounded like such a tame word for unspeakable acts of violence. Theodore rolled that word around in his mouth. Smiling, he thought of all the harm he was going to inflict on Pretty when he got his hands on him.
#48- Precious
"You're my Precious." Theodore said tweaking Michael's nose. "I thought I was your Pretty?" Scowling now, Theodore shoved Michael. "You wanna be my Bitch, too?"
#49- Hunger
Michael had lived through his life ignoring many of his fears. The fear of heights. Fear of spiders. Fear of whatever Spam was made of...but when he saw the desperate and raw hunger in Theodore Bagwell's eyes, that pure one-mindedness that was for a man who had too much determination, Michael wanted to run away screaming.
#50- Believe
"Do you believe, Teddy?" He whispered softly, staring into the starlight. "Do you believe in love? Do you believe that a man can fall in love with another man, even though this man has a soul as black as tar, a rap sheet as big as the encyclopaedia, and a tendency towards violence?" A sniff of air was felt against his naked shoulder, the reply of "Not really, pretty." meeting his ears. Michael smiled, turning to wrap himself in Theodore's arms, "I didn't think so, either."