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Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Theodore Bagwell/LJ Burrows
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: Adult
Author's Note: There is content of a sexual nature within. This means chan. This is alazysod's fault.
Ring
LJ sees an older man through the ring of trees and feels his heart skip a beat.
Hero
T-bag might be considered a monster to many, but to LJ, he is the sun and the moon, and the stars.
Memory
Through the fog of memory, LJ remembers the night T-bag took his virginity.
Box
The cell makes LJ feel claustrophobic and T-bag isn’t helping matters with his forceful advances.
Run
LJ is giving a good chase, but T-bag will wear him down; can’t run forever.
Hurricane
When LJ looks into T-bag’s eyes, he is swept into a whirlwind of emotions.
Wings
T-bag watches the boy pick the wings off a June bug and decides that’s my target.
Cold
LJ shivers and T-bag slides his arm around him.
Red
LJ stares in fascinated horror as his own blood leaks out of the tiny cut T-bag made on his belly and as T-bag shifts, LJ is suddenly aware that he is really turned on by being cut into.
Drink
The liquid fizzes and is heady, so LJ drinks it down as the man watches him, he never sees the hand slinking into his crotch coming.
Midnight
And so, like an inverted Romeo and Juliet, they meet in a graveyard at midnight.
Temptation
T-bag is newly out of jail and on vacation, so when he sees a youthful Adonis sucking greedily on his soda, he tries very hard to resist; trouble is, the boy is very enthusiastic about his treat- the boy’s name is LJ.
View
From T-bag’s vantage point in the showers, he can see the shadow and soft weight of LJ’s balls and if the youth turns just so, the dark patch of new hair.
Music
The boy’s screams and yells of pain and protest are more pleasing to T-bag’s ears than anything Beethoven or Bach could have ever dreamed up.
Silk
Surprisingly, T-bag’s back feels like velvet when LJ slides his hands across the older man, trying to get a better grip.
Cover
They answer to father and son, although they don’t share any blood other than what they drink from each other.
Promise
“So you’ll take this here pocket, LJ?” and the boy says yes.
Dream
A week before his mother and step-father get shot, LJ dreams of calloused fingers and a delightful sensation somewhere in his back; the man’s eyes are brown and sinister.
Candle
Even though they have only the candles for light, LJ can see T-bag’s intentions perfectly etched in his face.
Talent
T-bag always marvels how the boy didn’t need to be taught how to suck cock when he receives blowjobs; its one of the things he enjoys about him.
Silence
The question is so bizarre to LJ that he is mute for a full minute, then “You want me to do what?”
Journey
A month ago, LJ never thought he have sex with a man, let alone with a sadistic pedophile, but then he’s been through so much that it doesn’t seem all that strange now.
Fire
T-bag watches the flames’ reflection flicker in LJ’s emotionless eyes and then snap to life when turned to his direction.
Strength
LJ wrenches out of T-bag’s grip only to stop when his full name is spoken like that, all smooth and shadows and seduction; he never stood a chance.
Mask
When the boy’s with me, he doesn’t have to act well-adjusted and happy; he can be as cynical and sadistic as he really is, and he craves the freedom in my arms.
Ice
There are moments where he’ll close off completely, and since I have no one left so I have to stay, regardless; it’s better when he’s having sex with me, he’ll be focused on the present.
Fall
I laid my traps and LJ fell for it, for me, and now I’m dragging him down to Hell with me.
Forgotten
One scorching kiss and a firm grip on his cock, and all protests are gone.
Dance
He gets a right hook in, I come back with a high kick, he punches my stomach and I lunge, taking him down and ending this brutal dance for supremacy.
Body
LJ had only begun to explore his body before he met T-bag, and now he knows where he’s most ticklish and how sensitive his collarbone is, and where his prostate is; he’s also learned that he can make T-bag come from only a few minutes inside his mouth.
Sacred
T-bag worships the youthful body under him, lavishing attention to LJ’s cock and making sure to grind against the boy’s prostate many times; a willing partner is a rare thing indeed.
Farewells
LJ can only hold a disoriented T-bag in his arms as the older man laughs manically, bleeding out like a stuck pig.
Wood
LJ can feel splinters catch on his shirt as T-bag thrusts into him.
Formal
“Would you, Lincoln Junior, care to join me in a night of passionately hot sexual intercourse?” and LJ looks at him as if he’s crazy; of course he’ll answer yes.
Fever
LJ can feel T-bag’s skin on his and it’s like they’re on fire.
Laugh
T-bag trails his fingers down LJ’s torso, finding the sensitive spots that elicit feminine giggles.
Lies
LJ literally runs into the man, whose name is James and is thin with cruel brown eyes and a smirk that lights up the room.
Forever
LJ feels a pain in his side and watches, dumbstruck, as a glorious blot of scarlet red blooms across his shirt while Theo steps into his view, blade gleaming cherry.
Overwhelmed
When T-bag grasps him firmly and pushes in, LJ is inundated with feeling-the stretch, the spark of nerve cells at the base of his spine, the sweat dripping into him.
Whisper
“So, you’ve never wanted more? You’ve never wanted to feel alive, LJ? I can make you feel whole. Trust ole’ T-bag to take good care of you.” T-bag mummers in his ear, and he can’t help but nod.
Wait
He watches as the boy weighs his words, his offer, formulating an answer, sees the beads of perspiration convening on a youthful brow.
Talk
LJ likes to watch T-bag talk; he is fascinated by the verbal dexterity he possesses and comfortable charisma the older man exudes.
Search
It took weeks for T-bag to find the right boy since everywhere he looked all he saw were ugly whiney fools; but this boy was pretty and quiet, and just right.
Hope
The boy may be gagged, but T-bag still hopes he doesn’t scream.
Eclipse
Being with T-bag voids his sense of right and wrong; things like sex with an older man or cutting up small animals don’t seem wrong when LJ is with him.
Gravity
T-bag’s eyes are on him and he finds himself walking back to him, transfixed by the man’s eyes.
Highway
Speeding down the highway, T-bag doesn’t has time to glance over at LJ, but what he would see is a young man with desire in his heart and recklessness in his eyes.
Unknown
LJ holds out his hand to the man and its taken, firm, calloused fingers over his pale ones.
Lock
T-bag watches as the boy tries to pick the lock on the handcuffs, but only the brass key he has in his hand will open that particularly rusted device.
Breathe
LJ sees T-bag’s face awash in delight as he is being choked and with his last breath sees it contort into ecstasy, erect cock gouging into him.
Pairing: Theodore Bagwell/LJ Burrows
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: Adult
Author's Note: There is content of a sexual nature within. This means chan. This is alazysod's fault.
Ring
LJ sees an older man through the ring of trees and feels his heart skip a beat.
Hero
T-bag might be considered a monster to many, but to LJ, he is the sun and the moon, and the stars.
Memory
Through the fog of memory, LJ remembers the night T-bag took his virginity.
Box
The cell makes LJ feel claustrophobic and T-bag isn’t helping matters with his forceful advances.
Run
LJ is giving a good chase, but T-bag will wear him down; can’t run forever.
Hurricane
When LJ looks into T-bag’s eyes, he is swept into a whirlwind of emotions.
Wings
T-bag watches the boy pick the wings off a June bug and decides that’s my target.
Cold
LJ shivers and T-bag slides his arm around him.
Red
LJ stares in fascinated horror as his own blood leaks out of the tiny cut T-bag made on his belly and as T-bag shifts, LJ is suddenly aware that he is really turned on by being cut into.
Drink
The liquid fizzes and is heady, so LJ drinks it down as the man watches him, he never sees the hand slinking into his crotch coming.
Midnight
And so, like an inverted Romeo and Juliet, they meet in a graveyard at midnight.
Temptation
T-bag is newly out of jail and on vacation, so when he sees a youthful Adonis sucking greedily on his soda, he tries very hard to resist; trouble is, the boy is very enthusiastic about his treat- the boy’s name is LJ.
View
From T-bag’s vantage point in the showers, he can see the shadow and soft weight of LJ’s balls and if the youth turns just so, the dark patch of new hair.
Music
The boy’s screams and yells of pain and protest are more pleasing to T-bag’s ears than anything Beethoven or Bach could have ever dreamed up.
Silk
Surprisingly, T-bag’s back feels like velvet when LJ slides his hands across the older man, trying to get a better grip.
Cover
They answer to father and son, although they don’t share any blood other than what they drink from each other.
Promise
“So you’ll take this here pocket, LJ?” and the boy says yes.
Dream
A week before his mother and step-father get shot, LJ dreams of calloused fingers and a delightful sensation somewhere in his back; the man’s eyes are brown and sinister.
Candle
Even though they have only the candles for light, LJ can see T-bag’s intentions perfectly etched in his face.
Talent
T-bag always marvels how the boy didn’t need to be taught how to suck cock when he receives blowjobs; its one of the things he enjoys about him.
Silence
The question is so bizarre to LJ that he is mute for a full minute, then “You want me to do what?”
Journey
A month ago, LJ never thought he have sex with a man, let alone with a sadistic pedophile, but then he’s been through so much that it doesn’t seem all that strange now.
Fire
T-bag watches the flames’ reflection flicker in LJ’s emotionless eyes and then snap to life when turned to his direction.
Strength
LJ wrenches out of T-bag’s grip only to stop when his full name is spoken like that, all smooth and shadows and seduction; he never stood a chance.
Mask
When the boy’s with me, he doesn’t have to act well-adjusted and happy; he can be as cynical and sadistic as he really is, and he craves the freedom in my arms.
Ice
There are moments where he’ll close off completely, and since I have no one left so I have to stay, regardless; it’s better when he’s having sex with me, he’ll be focused on the present.
Fall
I laid my traps and LJ fell for it, for me, and now I’m dragging him down to Hell with me.
Forgotten
One scorching kiss and a firm grip on his cock, and all protests are gone.
Dance
He gets a right hook in, I come back with a high kick, he punches my stomach and I lunge, taking him down and ending this brutal dance for supremacy.
Body
LJ had only begun to explore his body before he met T-bag, and now he knows where he’s most ticklish and how sensitive his collarbone is, and where his prostate is; he’s also learned that he can make T-bag come from only a few minutes inside his mouth.
Sacred
T-bag worships the youthful body under him, lavishing attention to LJ’s cock and making sure to grind against the boy’s prostate many times; a willing partner is a rare thing indeed.
Farewells
LJ can only hold a disoriented T-bag in his arms as the older man laughs manically, bleeding out like a stuck pig.
Wood
LJ can feel splinters catch on his shirt as T-bag thrusts into him.
Formal
“Would you, Lincoln Junior, care to join me in a night of passionately hot sexual intercourse?” and LJ looks at him as if he’s crazy; of course he’ll answer yes.
Fever
LJ can feel T-bag’s skin on his and it’s like they’re on fire.
Laugh
T-bag trails his fingers down LJ’s torso, finding the sensitive spots that elicit feminine giggles.
Lies
LJ literally runs into the man, whose name is James and is thin with cruel brown eyes and a smirk that lights up the room.
Forever
LJ feels a pain in his side and watches, dumbstruck, as a glorious blot of scarlet red blooms across his shirt while Theo steps into his view, blade gleaming cherry.
Overwhelmed
When T-bag grasps him firmly and pushes in, LJ is inundated with feeling-the stretch, the spark of nerve cells at the base of his spine, the sweat dripping into him.
Whisper
“So, you’ve never wanted more? You’ve never wanted to feel alive, LJ? I can make you feel whole. Trust ole’ T-bag to take good care of you.” T-bag mummers in his ear, and he can’t help but nod.
Wait
He watches as the boy weighs his words, his offer, formulating an answer, sees the beads of perspiration convening on a youthful brow.
Talk
LJ likes to watch T-bag talk; he is fascinated by the verbal dexterity he possesses and comfortable charisma the older man exudes.
Search
It took weeks for T-bag to find the right boy since everywhere he looked all he saw were ugly whiney fools; but this boy was pretty and quiet, and just right.
Hope
The boy may be gagged, but T-bag still hopes he doesn’t scream.
Eclipse
Being with T-bag voids his sense of right and wrong; things like sex with an older man or cutting up small animals don’t seem wrong when LJ is with him.
Gravity
T-bag’s eyes are on him and he finds himself walking back to him, transfixed by the man’s eyes.
Highway
Speeding down the highway, T-bag doesn’t has time to glance over at LJ, but what he would see is a young man with desire in his heart and recklessness in his eyes.
Unknown
LJ holds out his hand to the man and its taken, firm, calloused fingers over his pale ones.
Lock
T-bag watches as the boy tries to pick the lock on the handcuffs, but only the brass key he has in his hand will open that particularly rusted device.
Breathe
LJ sees T-bag’s face awash in delight as he is being choked and with his last breath sees it contort into ecstasy, erect cock gouging into him.