Gingerbread #11, Carob #4 + Malt + pocky chain + fresh peaches
Story: Blaze Mafia Family
Title: The Straight and Narrow
Prompts: Gingerbread #11: magic mirror, Carob #4: inferiority, + malt (roisin_farrell ’s dare: Felix sleeps with a woman) + pocky chain + fresh peaches (People believe they know what everyone else is thinking when the Moon is in psychic Scorpio.)
Rating: R for violence, language, sexual themes, mild homophobia
Characters: Felix Wade, Tommy “the Angel” Adams, Tricia Juliano, Chance
Summary: Yay! I’m back from my break and ready to write! This is really really weird and not very comfortable, but I’m keeping it in canon because I can see the made men pushing Felix like this when he’s still a newbie to the mob. Writing this piece made me realize that Felix is a bit misogynistic. He doesn’t care about women, sexually or otherwise, and mostly finds them to be nuisances if he even notices them at all. Firebird is the exception to his prejudice, for obvious reasons. XD
“So...”
Felix hefted his baseball bat on his shoulder and turned away from their unconscious victim to Tommy. “Yeah?”
The other man shifted, uncomfortable. “Jamie said you were a queer.”
“Yeah,” Felix repeated, his tone telling the Angel to step carefully.
“You’re not gonna...try and... fuck me, are you?”
“You gay?”
“Fuck no!”
The victim chose that moment to return to the living. Felix convinced him otherwise with a series of short, brutal swings of the bat.
He glanced back up at Tommy with a mild look that was ruined by all the blood splatter. “Then don’t worry about it.”
- - - - - - - - - -
“Have you ever thought about fucking a woman?”
Felix cocked one eyebrow upwards. “Have you ever thought about fucking a man?”
Tommy looked thoroughly alarmed as he spat out, “Fuck no.”
Felix grinned into his beer. “Ditto.”
- - - - - - - - - -
“Christ, Tommy. Give it a rest.”
“I’m serious! How do you know you don’t like pussy if you’ve never slept with one?”
The other Blaze men at the bar all nodded and made dirty comments. Felix rolled his eyes. “Same way you know you don’t like dick.”
“Nah, it’s not.”
Before Felix could ask how the hell it was different, Nicky Nails gave his two cents. “You need to sleep with a woman, boy.”
Felix’s stomach dropped as his fate was sealed. There was no way a brand new mob soldier could go against the Underboss’ decision, even about pussy.
- - - - - - - - - -
Tommy and the other boys that had all congregated for this momentous occasion picked out the woman. Tricia Juliano was the mob’s bicycle. All the Blazes had taken her for a ride at some point or another. She was easy.
Personally, Felix didn’t see what all the fuss about her was about. She looked like she was trying to hide the fact that she was all used up.
Still, he didn’t question their decision. Tricia would fuck anyone with the Blaze name, and Felix sure as hell wasn’t going to work to get a woman into bed.
- - - - - - - - - -
The problem, Felix decided, was that Tricia was too soft. Soft curves, soft skin, soft...everything.
Felix wanted hard. Sharp angles. Rough skin. Deep groans. Brutal kisses.
It was a godsend when Tricia finally faked it and Felix could write this clusterfuck off.
“Aren’t you gonna finish?” Tricia squawked when Felix hopped off the bed and grabbed his pants.
He sent her body a distasteful look. “Not with that.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Chance did a double take when he saw Felix standing on his doorstep. Felix pushed his way inside Chance’s apartment then slammed the door shut and pushed him up against it. “Alright, Felix?”
Felix didn’t waste any time with words. He thrust his hands in Chance’s shaggy hair and jerked him in for a hard kiss that left Chance gasping when Felix finally pulled away.
He thought of a number of different things to say but got distracted. “Is that...perfume?”
Felix rolled his eyes and went to work on Chance’s belt buckle. “Don’t ask.”
- - - - - - - - - -
The next day, Felix strolled up to Tommy, grabbed him by the ears and jerked him forward for a punishing kiss. Tommy made a panicked noise and reacted with his fists. Felix let Tommy go then ducked a right hook.
“The fuck?!” Tommy yelled, swinging at him again.
Felix ducked underneath Tommy’s arm then caught him up in a headlock. Tommy struggled useless, immobilized, while the other mobsters looked on with laughing interest.
Felix ducked and murmured into Tommy’s ear. “Now it’s your turn to experiment.”
Title: The Straight and Narrow
Prompts: Gingerbread #11: magic mirror, Carob #4: inferiority, + malt (roisin_farrell ’s dare: Felix sleeps with a woman) + pocky chain + fresh peaches (People believe they know what everyone else is thinking when the Moon is in psychic Scorpio.)
Rating: R for violence, language, sexual themes, mild homophobia
Characters: Felix Wade, Tommy “the Angel” Adams, Tricia Juliano, Chance
Summary: Yay! I’m back from my break and ready to write! This is really really weird and not very comfortable, but I’m keeping it in canon because I can see the made men pushing Felix like this when he’s still a newbie to the mob. Writing this piece made me realize that Felix is a bit misogynistic. He doesn’t care about women, sexually or otherwise, and mostly finds them to be nuisances if he even notices them at all. Firebird is the exception to his prejudice, for obvious reasons. XD
“So...”
Felix hefted his baseball bat on his shoulder and turned away from their unconscious victim to Tommy. “Yeah?”
The other man shifted, uncomfortable. “Jamie said you were a queer.”
“Yeah,” Felix repeated, his tone telling the Angel to step carefully.
“You’re not gonna...try and... fuck me, are you?”
“You gay?”
“Fuck no!”
The victim chose that moment to return to the living. Felix convinced him otherwise with a series of short, brutal swings of the bat.
He glanced back up at Tommy with a mild look that was ruined by all the blood splatter. “Then don’t worry about it.”
- - - - - - - - - -
“Have you ever thought about fucking a woman?”
Felix cocked one eyebrow upwards. “Have you ever thought about fucking a man?”
Tommy looked thoroughly alarmed as he spat out, “Fuck no.”
Felix grinned into his beer. “Ditto.”
- - - - - - - - - -
“Christ, Tommy. Give it a rest.”
“I’m serious! How do you know you don’t like pussy if you’ve never slept with one?”
The other Blaze men at the bar all nodded and made dirty comments. Felix rolled his eyes. “Same way you know you don’t like dick.”
“Nah, it’s not.”
Before Felix could ask how the hell it was different, Nicky Nails gave his two cents. “You need to sleep with a woman, boy.”
Felix’s stomach dropped as his fate was sealed. There was no way a brand new mob soldier could go against the Underboss’ decision, even about pussy.
- - - - - - - - - -
Tommy and the other boys that had all congregated for this momentous occasion picked out the woman. Tricia Juliano was the mob’s bicycle. All the Blazes had taken her for a ride at some point or another. She was easy.
Personally, Felix didn’t see what all the fuss about her was about. She looked like she was trying to hide the fact that she was all used up.
Still, he didn’t question their decision. Tricia would fuck anyone with the Blaze name, and Felix sure as hell wasn’t going to work to get a woman into bed.
- - - - - - - - - -
The problem, Felix decided, was that Tricia was too soft. Soft curves, soft skin, soft...everything.
Felix wanted hard. Sharp angles. Rough skin. Deep groans. Brutal kisses.
It was a godsend when Tricia finally faked it and Felix could write this clusterfuck off.
“Aren’t you gonna finish?” Tricia squawked when Felix hopped off the bed and grabbed his pants.
He sent her body a distasteful look. “Not with that.”
- - - - - - - - - -
Chance did a double take when he saw Felix standing on his doorstep. Felix pushed his way inside Chance’s apartment then slammed the door shut and pushed him up against it. “Alright, Felix?”
Felix didn’t waste any time with words. He thrust his hands in Chance’s shaggy hair and jerked him in for a hard kiss that left Chance gasping when Felix finally pulled away.
He thought of a number of different things to say but got distracted. “Is that...perfume?”
Felix rolled his eyes and went to work on Chance’s belt buckle. “Don’t ask.”
- - - - - - - - - -
The next day, Felix strolled up to Tommy, grabbed him by the ears and jerked him forward for a punishing kiss. Tommy made a panicked noise and reacted with his fists. Felix let Tommy go then ducked a right hook.
“The fuck?!” Tommy yelled, swinging at him again.
Felix ducked underneath Tommy’s arm then caught him up in a headlock. Tommy struggled useless, immobilized, while the other mobsters looked on with laughing interest.
Felix ducked and murmured into Tommy’s ear. “Now it’s your turn to experiment.”