Fic: Vinnie (Part of the 'Held Captive' series)
Title: Vinnie (Part of the 'Held Captive' series)
Story Rating: R
Fandom: Hollyoaks
Pairing: Ste/Brendan
Word Count: 1131 words
Disclaimer: I don't own the folk in Chester. If I did, Hollyoaks wouldn't be shown pre-watershed.
Summary: AU set in prison. In which Ste is keeping secrets from Brendan and learns about Vinnie.
Notes: I wrote some more! I'm going to write these as snippets from the same universe rather than sequential chapters. For the ste_brendan Prison Prompt.
Other Chapters: Held Captive | Gangbanger | Vinnie | Imprisonment | Black and Blue
Link:
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Vinnie
(Part of the 'Held Captive' series)
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previous section
Despite what people thought, Ste was not a stupid guy. He certainly wasn't the sharpest tool in the box - which was an unfortunate fact he had had to contend with his entire school life - but he was by no means an idiot.
He was a survivor. Scrappy and feisty, even as a kid. He wouldn't have made it out of his childhood home alive had he not been. He had a thirst for self-preservation that had not only kept him alive but was now ingrained into his very character.
It was this self-preservation that had stopped Ste from mentioning the Danny incident to Brendan and it was why, when asked about his bruises, he had told everyone that he had fallen down the stairs instead.
"Bit of a klutz, aren't you, rat boy?" Warren Fox had commented over breakfast when Ste had first told the lie, producing a knowing, reptilian sort of smile.
Ste had gulped and averted his gaze from the sight as Brendan, oblivious to the secret looks, shrugged and snaked his hand onto Ste's lap the way he often did at meal times. The pressure felt both hot and intimidating at the same time and, combined with Fox's amused stare, Ste almost felt guilty enough to mention Danny's name right there and then.
But he didn't.
What he did do was try to mention Vincent's a week later.
The days leading up to it had been tense, with Brendan in a constant state of pent-up aggression as he instilled his authority over the other convicts in the prison. Ste didn't ask exactly how Brendan instilled this authority but every evening that week, without fail, Brendan had appeared at the doorway of Ste's cell, his large shadow draping over Ste like a dark cloak and his fists dripping with blood. Agitated, his eyes twitched with a wild, lingering rage that made him look unhinged. Ste should have been terrified and he was, to some extent. His fear, however, was overcome with a humming sense of anticipation.
"Hang the sheet," Brendan would say gruffly, eyes gleaming hungrily as a dark promise painted his voice.
Most times he barely waited for the sheet to go up before he pounced.
That Wednesday, he didn't wait.
Afterwards, they had been lying in Ste's bed, sweaty, post-coital and with Ste's legs wrapped around Brendan's waist.
That was when the Vinnie question hovered on Ste's lips.
Brendan was nuzzling tiredly into Ste's neck, his moustache burning against his throat as Ste's fingers - which had been clutching at Brendan's hips and urging him desperately inside him just moments before - now nervously traced circular patterns into the Irishman's damp skin.
"Brendan...?" he had said hesitantly.
"Mmmm?" Brendan had hummed back, lips attached to Ste's Adam's apple as he ran a hand almost reverently up one of the hairy legs Ste's had wrapped around his waist.
This movement made Ste's body respond again despite himself and Brendan snorted with amusement as he felt the very pointed reaction against his stomach.
"Horny wee fella, aren't yeh?" he asked, his breath hot and seductive against Ste's neck.
Ste went red with embarrassment.
"I... err..." Ste stammered as Brendan's hand slipped down the inside of his thigh. "I mean..."
"Shhhhhh," Brendan purred, briefly pressing a finger onto Ste's lips to silence them. He then leaned over to kiss him roughly, not only bruising Ste's mouth but making all thoughts of Vincent leave Ste's mind in the process.
It was only later, after a second rather energetic performance that had ended with Brendan slumping with exhaustion on top of Ste, that Ste realised Brendan wasn't the right person to ask about Vincent.
So, he turned to the only other person in the prison that he trusted.
Just as expected, Doug knew all the particulars.
"So, you finally heard about your predecessor, huh?" the American asked almost sadly, as though he had been preparing himself for this conversation for a while.
Ste hesitated slightly. He had a feeling he already knew the answers he was looking for but, wetting his lips, he persevered anyway
"So... err... him and Brendan... They were like a proper couple, yeah...?" he asked uncertainly, remembering that night in Brendan's arms and finding he wasn't sure he wanted to know Doug's answer.
Unfortunately for him, Doug gave it anyway.
"As much as Brady does couples, yeah." He nodded, taking a drag of a cigarette as he did. " I mean, I don't know all the details and Brady was in deep with Houston's gang back then so it definitely wasn't common knowledge but... yeah. Before Macca got the top spot, it was Vinnie. He... he was a nice guy. Quiet. Jumped every time he heard a loud noise. Prison scared the crap out of him. I guess Brady took him under his wing."
Ste could almost see Vinnie in his mind's eye, a bird-like and delicate kid with large eyes and an innocence that didn't belong in a place like this. The image made Ste swallow down the bile rising in his throat.
"So... he killed himself?" he asked hoarsely.
Doug's eyes went dark.
"That's the official story," he said wryly.
"And the unofficial one?"
"Danny Houston's men wrung his throat with a piece of rope and hung him from the light fixture of his cell," Doug said without blinking.
Ste stumbled back, his back hitting solid wall as Danny's threatening words drifted through his head.
"I'll catch you later, boy."
The ground suddenly seemed to be shifting beneath Ste.
"But... but the guards-" Ste protested.
"Are all in Danny Houston's pocket," Doug finished simply. His voice was blasé but his eyes were wistful, as though he was grieving for a past that no longer existed. "Pay them enough, they'll look the other way when certain things go down."
"So... so Danny killed Vinnie just because he was gay?" Ste said aloud, as though repeating the point to himself. He looked horrified by the notion.
Doug, on the other hand, looked calm, smiling that grim smile again. It made his eyes look dead in his face.
"I guess having a gay guy for a right hand man made him look bad," he said, shaking his head wryly.
Ste took a moment to digest this. It sat unpleasantly in his stomach like a dead weight, heavy and festering. He swallowed hard, his mouth tasting like ash.
"Thanks for telling me," Ste said when he found his voice again, not sounding thankful at all.
He wished he had never asked.
Doug had noticed his trepidation and let out a sympathetic sort of sigh, placing a hand on his shoulder. It almost felt comforting.
"You're a nice guy, Ste," he said honestly, "so I'm going to offer you some friendly advice. Get out of Brady's radar while you still can. Next time, it might be you hanging from the ceiling."
previous section
Story Rating: R
Fandom: Hollyoaks
Pairing: Ste/Brendan
Word Count: 1131 words
Disclaimer: I don't own the folk in Chester. If I did, Hollyoaks wouldn't be shown pre-watershed.
Summary: AU set in prison. In which Ste is keeping secrets from Brendan and learns about Vinnie.
Notes: I wrote some more! I'm going to write these as snippets from the same universe rather than sequential chapters. For the ste_brendan Prison Prompt.
Other Chapters: Held Captive | Gangbanger | Vinnie | Imprisonment | Black and Blue
Link:
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Vinnie
(Part of the 'Held Captive' series)
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
previous section
Despite what people thought, Ste was not a stupid guy. He certainly wasn't the sharpest tool in the box - which was an unfortunate fact he had had to contend with his entire school life - but he was by no means an idiot.
He was a survivor. Scrappy and feisty, even as a kid. He wouldn't have made it out of his childhood home alive had he not been. He had a thirst for self-preservation that had not only kept him alive but was now ingrained into his very character.
It was this self-preservation that had stopped Ste from mentioning the Danny incident to Brendan and it was why, when asked about his bruises, he had told everyone that he had fallen down the stairs instead.
"Bit of a klutz, aren't you, rat boy?" Warren Fox had commented over breakfast when Ste had first told the lie, producing a knowing, reptilian sort of smile.
Ste had gulped and averted his gaze from the sight as Brendan, oblivious to the secret looks, shrugged and snaked his hand onto Ste's lap the way he often did at meal times. The pressure felt both hot and intimidating at the same time and, combined with Fox's amused stare, Ste almost felt guilty enough to mention Danny's name right there and then.
But he didn't.
What he did do was try to mention Vincent's a week later.
The days leading up to it had been tense, with Brendan in a constant state of pent-up aggression as he instilled his authority over the other convicts in the prison. Ste didn't ask exactly how Brendan instilled this authority but every evening that week, without fail, Brendan had appeared at the doorway of Ste's cell, his large shadow draping over Ste like a dark cloak and his fists dripping with blood. Agitated, his eyes twitched with a wild, lingering rage that made him look unhinged. Ste should have been terrified and he was, to some extent. His fear, however, was overcome with a humming sense of anticipation.
"Hang the sheet," Brendan would say gruffly, eyes gleaming hungrily as a dark promise painted his voice.
Most times he barely waited for the sheet to go up before he pounced.
That Wednesday, he didn't wait.
Afterwards, they had been lying in Ste's bed, sweaty, post-coital and with Ste's legs wrapped around Brendan's waist.
That was when the Vinnie question hovered on Ste's lips.
Brendan was nuzzling tiredly into Ste's neck, his moustache burning against his throat as Ste's fingers - which had been clutching at Brendan's hips and urging him desperately inside him just moments before - now nervously traced circular patterns into the Irishman's damp skin.
"Brendan...?" he had said hesitantly.
"Mmmm?" Brendan had hummed back, lips attached to Ste's Adam's apple as he ran a hand almost reverently up one of the hairy legs Ste's had wrapped around his waist.
This movement made Ste's body respond again despite himself and Brendan snorted with amusement as he felt the very pointed reaction against his stomach.
"Horny wee fella, aren't yeh?" he asked, his breath hot and seductive against Ste's neck.
Ste went red with embarrassment.
"I... err..." Ste stammered as Brendan's hand slipped down the inside of his thigh. "I mean..."
"Shhhhhh," Brendan purred, briefly pressing a finger onto Ste's lips to silence them. He then leaned over to kiss him roughly, not only bruising Ste's mouth but making all thoughts of Vincent leave Ste's mind in the process.
It was only later, after a second rather energetic performance that had ended with Brendan slumping with exhaustion on top of Ste, that Ste realised Brendan wasn't the right person to ask about Vincent.
So, he turned to the only other person in the prison that he trusted.
Just as expected, Doug knew all the particulars.
"So, you finally heard about your predecessor, huh?" the American asked almost sadly, as though he had been preparing himself for this conversation for a while.
Ste hesitated slightly. He had a feeling he already knew the answers he was looking for but, wetting his lips, he persevered anyway
"So... err... him and Brendan... They were like a proper couple, yeah...?" he asked uncertainly, remembering that night in Brendan's arms and finding he wasn't sure he wanted to know Doug's answer.
Unfortunately for him, Doug gave it anyway.
"As much as Brady does couples, yeah." He nodded, taking a drag of a cigarette as he did. " I mean, I don't know all the details and Brady was in deep with Houston's gang back then so it definitely wasn't common knowledge but... yeah. Before Macca got the top spot, it was Vinnie. He... he was a nice guy. Quiet. Jumped every time he heard a loud noise. Prison scared the crap out of him. I guess Brady took him under his wing."
Ste could almost see Vinnie in his mind's eye, a bird-like and delicate kid with large eyes and an innocence that didn't belong in a place like this. The image made Ste swallow down the bile rising in his throat.
"So... he killed himself?" he asked hoarsely.
Doug's eyes went dark.
"That's the official story," he said wryly.
"And the unofficial one?"
"Danny Houston's men wrung his throat with a piece of rope and hung him from the light fixture of his cell," Doug said without blinking.
Ste stumbled back, his back hitting solid wall as Danny's threatening words drifted through his head.
"I'll catch you later, boy."
The ground suddenly seemed to be shifting beneath Ste.
"But... but the guards-" Ste protested.
"Are all in Danny Houston's pocket," Doug finished simply. His voice was blasé but his eyes were wistful, as though he was grieving for a past that no longer existed. "Pay them enough, they'll look the other way when certain things go down."
"So... so Danny killed Vinnie just because he was gay?" Ste said aloud, as though repeating the point to himself. He looked horrified by the notion.
Doug, on the other hand, looked calm, smiling that grim smile again. It made his eyes look dead in his face.
"I guess having a gay guy for a right hand man made him look bad," he said, shaking his head wryly.
Ste took a moment to digest this. It sat unpleasantly in his stomach like a dead weight, heavy and festering. He swallowed hard, his mouth tasting like ash.
"Thanks for telling me," Ste said when he found his voice again, not sounding thankful at all.
He wished he had never asked.
Doug had noticed his trepidation and let out a sympathetic sort of sigh, placing a hand on his shoulder. It almost felt comforting.
"You're a nice guy, Ste," he said honestly, "so I'm going to offer you some friendly advice. Get out of Brady's radar while you still can. Next time, it might be you hanging from the ceiling."
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