AUTHOR: Czeri
TITLE: The Power of Definitions 1
PAIRING: Ryan O'Reily/Miguel Alvarez, several other mentioned
DISCLAIMER: None of this is new or mine. It was on TV. But I read between the lines for you!
SPOILERS: Everything up to and including season 5.
THANKS: to Maggie and Ahavia for beta
FEEDBACK: Always welcome! Contact me at: _czeri_@wp.pl
NOTE: This story has been inspired by Ryan's definition of being a fag: "I've been in this shithole for over a year and I have never taken it up the ass." I simply couldn't resist fucking with his head a little eg. I'm also attempting to explain what happened with the favour Morales owed Ryan for Jia Kenmin's coma; why the reasons Morales gave Guerra for wanting to keep Miguel alive made so little sense; and why Miguel was so very bitter when he learned Guerra really tried to kill him.
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Ryan O'Reily wasn't a fag. That, however, did not mean that he was averse to having his cock sucked by a willing mouth, especially if that mouth belonged to someone who could help him further his business goals. Which it very often did. The trick was in not letting anyone know he was occasionally engaging in these unholy acts, because that would be a weakness, and weakness meant death.
Sure some people managed to turn their homosexual inclinations into a strength, like Ross or Adebisi, but Ryan knew he himself could never pull that off. Not with his physical posture and the number of guys panting after him in this place. So he had to make wise choices about whom he let to get him off.
Ross was perfect - well-versed in the art of cocksucking, a powerful ally and, above all, a compulsive liar whom no one believed no matter what - he had everything Ryan could wish for in a fuck buddy. Too bad he got airholed so quickly.
In comparison, Adebisi was much trickier. Even a shadow of suspicion that Ryan let the big Nigerian lay a hand on him would irrevocably turn him into "one of Adebisi's bitches", a fate worse than death. On the other hand, flirt was much too powerful a tool when dealing with Adebisi not to use it. Ultimately, what Ryan had had to do was figure out a way to make Adebisi respect him more than he lusted after him, so that once their relationship turned physical, Ryan was the one in control. It worked quite well for a while but even so, Ryan never really felt at ease with the Nigerian, so he was quite relieved when his illness and Adebisi's fresh obsession with Peter Shibetta turned them into purely business partners once again.
After Adebisi there was Timmy Kirk - the ever-so-accomodating roomie; Sean Murphy - a kick to the balls for McManus; Keller - they were celebrating, don't ask; and of course officer Howell. Ryan couldn't quite bring himself to think of her as a woman, a sentiment he seemed to share with pretty much everyone else in Oz.
And through all this, through all the unspeakable acts he committed with all these people, Ryan not once felt insecure in his heterosexuality, not once perceived what he did as anything more than what had to be done, or a quick way to get his rocks off.
Until Miguel Alvarez came along.
The ex-leader of the Latinos got into Ryan's clutches quite unexpectedly. Ryan did hear rumours about Glynn having to incorporate the solitary prisoners into the general population while the air ducts in Ad Seg were being cleaned, but he never thought the suddenly freed Alvarez would turn to him. So he didn't think much of it when Alvarez came up to him in the laundry room one day.
"Yo, O'Reily."
"What's up, cuz?"
"I wanna talk to you."
"About what?"
"I need your help."
"Help? To do what?"
"Stay alive."
Ryan forsook folding his laundry and looked up at the other man. Not many people caught him by surprise, but Alvarez just managed to do it, big time. It was obvious the way things were between him and Guerra, Alvarez would try and find some allies in order to keep breathing, but Ryan didn't think the Latino would be smart enough to approach him. With his interest suddenly piqued, he asked:
"Why come to me? I don't have a gang of bodyguards."
"Exactly. You've never had, and yet you're still here. If there's anyone in this place that is able to keep me alive, it's you."
"I see." Fuck, Ryan couldn't believe how much he underestimated Alvarez.
"So, what do you say? Is there a chance for me?"
Ryan gave Alvarez a thoughtful look and then broke into a devilish grin: "Yes."
"Thank God." Alvarez's whole body slumped with relief, which only went to show how much on edge he'd been ever since he got back to Em City. "So tell me, what should I do?"
"Uh uh. What's in it for me?"
"I can be a good ally. I'll get you whatever you may want from the infirmary. I'll babysit Cyril, so you'd have some breathing room. Anything, anything you need, man."
Alvarez was irressistibly desperate. Desperate enough, that without really thinking it through Ryan made the decision he soon came to bitterly regret:
"Frankly, cuz, there's only one thing you've got I may be interested in."
"Yeah? What?"
"You."
For a long moment Alvarez simply stared at Ryan.
"You're shittin' me, right?"
"No."
"I thought you were straight."
"I am. And so are you. That's why we can do it. We'll be two straight guys getting their rocks off, not fags."
Alvarez's unwavering stare started to make Ryan feel vaguely uncomfortable.
"Man, you're way more twisted than I thought if that actually makes sense to you."
"You want my help or not?"
"I won't be your prag."
"I don't want you to be."
"Yeah? And will you suck my dick?"
"No."
"Will you let me fuck you?"
"No!"
Alvarez returned to his patented silent stare.
Definitely uncomfortable now, Ryan exploded: "Look, I'll get you off, all right?! I'm not into rape. Yes or no?"
"What exactly will I get if I agree?"
"I can get Morales to protect you."
Ah, sweet victory. Ryan smirked as Alvarez's unblinking gaze was replaced with intense longing and hope. The Latino's face was always way too transparent for his own good. Not that a perfect poker face would make much of a difference. Ryan *knew* being admitted to, or at least protected by El Norte was Alvarez's wet dream. No way in hell would Alvarez turn down Ryan's offer.
"Morales'll protect me from Guerra?"
"Well, I won't lie to you, I don't think even he can do that. You've pissed Guerra off pretty bad."
"So how exactly will *you* keep Guerra off my back?"
Ryan raised his eyebrows. "Is that a 'yes' I hear?"
"Might be. What's your plan?"
"I can get Guerra killed for you."
"No."
"No?" Just as Ryan was starting to feel some major respect for Alvarez, the Latino had to ruin it all. "Why the fuck not?"
"I don't want any more blood on my hands, man."
"It won't be on *your* hands. Guerra'll have an accident, is all."
"Yeah, but it'll still be my fault. I don't want to kill anymore, especially not a compadre. Give me another one."
Loyalty, Ryan could never exactly grasp the concept. How could Alvarez prefer to let the pig Guerra kill him rather than grease the bastard himself? Aw fuck, Ryan always believed it best not to argue with madmen.
"Well, in that case you will have to give Guerra some sort of satisfaction for the slights."
"Yeah," Alvarez seemed lost in thought. "I could let him shank me..."
Fuck not arguing with madmen! "Are you nuts?! He'll kill you!"
"No, not if we agree first he'll only shank me in the arm, or shoulder. And there'll be witnesses. And I'll promise not to retaliate." Alvarez was warming up fast.
"No! Listen to me, he'll *kill* you! No way he'd lose such a chance of whacking you."
"He won't. El Norte have honour."
"You *are* nuts." Ryan shook his head. It was a pity to lose an ally so quickly, but there clearly was no reasoning with the loco Latino.
Alvarez looked up at Ryan and smiled brightly.
"I hadn't known better, I'd say you care."
"Fuck off." Despite his annoyance, Ryan felt a smile tug at his own lips.
"Don't worry, amigo. I won't die by a shank."
"Just because you've been lucky so far doesn't mean you won't finally run out of lives."
Alvarez just kept smiling.
"Tell me the truth. You actually like being shanked, don't you? Playing with death?"
"Cheating death is like, the only thing I never screw up. And neither do you. Don't tell me you don't like surviving against all odds. You've got scars, just like I do, man."
"I like *surviving*. And I achieve that by avoiding being assaulted, not by provoking it." Ryan again started to feel uncomfortable under Alvarez's entirely too knowing gaze.
"Whatever you say, hermano."
"Yeah, well, if you're so bent on commiting suicide I'll need my payment early. Steal some lubricant from the infirmary and meet me in the corridor leading to the cafeteria before the mass." Ryan watched with perverse satisfaction as Alvarez's smile quickly died.
"You... you've got condoms?"
The man wasn't easily intimidated, Ryan's newfound respect for Alvarez grew another notch.
"No, but you're clean, and so am I."
"Oh yeah? I seem to remember there's a big chunk of your medical file missing, and there was good money offered for it at one time."
"How 'bout that," Ryan made a thoughtful face. "Anyway, see you on Sunday," grabbing his laundry basket he set off to his pod, mentally reviewing all possible results his unexpected alliance may have on the going-ons in Oz.
It wouldn't do for anyone to know he was helping Alvarez. For one thing, Alvarez was too much of a loser at this point to be associated with. For another, some perceptive fuck out there just might guess what the exact nature of Ryan's deal with the Latino was once it became obvious Ryan didn't get anything in return for the protection. Lastly, when Ryan did find a way to utilize Alvarez, it'd work much better if Alvarez's interference came as a surprise. A sort of a secret weapon kind of deal.
So yeah, he'd have to ask Morales for discretion when he'd call on the favour the Latinos' leader owed him. And he'd have to invent some convincing lie to serve Morales for wanting to keep Alvarez alive.
Ryan smiled to himself.
Piece of cake.
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TITLE: The Power of Definitions 1
PAIRING: Ryan O'Reily/Miguel Alvarez, several other mentioned
DISCLAIMER: None of this is new or mine. It was on TV. But I read between the lines for you!
SPOILERS: Everything up to and including season 5.
THANKS: to Maggie and Ahavia for beta
FEEDBACK: Always welcome! Contact me at: _czeri_@wp.pl
NOTE: This story has been inspired by Ryan's definition of being a fag: "I've been in this shithole for over a year and I have never taken it up the ass." I simply couldn't resist fucking with his head a little eg. I'm also attempting to explain what happened with the favour Morales owed Ryan for Jia Kenmin's coma; why the reasons Morales gave Guerra for wanting to keep Miguel alive made so little sense; and why Miguel was so very bitter when he learned Guerra really tried to kill him.
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Ryan O'Reily wasn't a fag. That, however, did not mean that he was averse to having his cock sucked by a willing mouth, especially if that mouth belonged to someone who could help him further his business goals. Which it very often did. The trick was in not letting anyone know he was occasionally engaging in these unholy acts, because that would be a weakness, and weakness meant death.
Sure some people managed to turn their homosexual inclinations into a strength, like Ross or Adebisi, but Ryan knew he himself could never pull that off. Not with his physical posture and the number of guys panting after him in this place. So he had to make wise choices about whom he let to get him off.
Ross was perfect - well-versed in the art of cocksucking, a powerful ally and, above all, a compulsive liar whom no one believed no matter what - he had everything Ryan could wish for in a fuck buddy. Too bad he got airholed so quickly.
In comparison, Adebisi was much trickier. Even a shadow of suspicion that Ryan let the big Nigerian lay a hand on him would irrevocably turn him into "one of Adebisi's bitches", a fate worse than death. On the other hand, flirt was much too powerful a tool when dealing with Adebisi not to use it. Ultimately, what Ryan had had to do was figure out a way to make Adebisi respect him more than he lusted after him, so that once their relationship turned physical, Ryan was the one in control. It worked quite well for a while but even so, Ryan never really felt at ease with the Nigerian, so he was quite relieved when his illness and Adebisi's fresh obsession with Peter Shibetta turned them into purely business partners once again.
After Adebisi there was Timmy Kirk - the ever-so-accomodating roomie; Sean Murphy - a kick to the balls for McManus; Keller - they were celebrating, don't ask; and of course officer Howell. Ryan couldn't quite bring himself to think of her as a woman, a sentiment he seemed to share with pretty much everyone else in Oz.
And through all this, through all the unspeakable acts he committed with all these people, Ryan not once felt insecure in his heterosexuality, not once perceived what he did as anything more than what had to be done, or a quick way to get his rocks off.
Until Miguel Alvarez came along.
The ex-leader of the Latinos got into Ryan's clutches quite unexpectedly. Ryan did hear rumours about Glynn having to incorporate the solitary prisoners into the general population while the air ducts in Ad Seg were being cleaned, but he never thought the suddenly freed Alvarez would turn to him. So he didn't think much of it when Alvarez came up to him in the laundry room one day.
"Yo, O'Reily."
"What's up, cuz?"
"I wanna talk to you."
"About what?"
"I need your help."
"Help? To do what?"
"Stay alive."
Ryan forsook folding his laundry and looked up at the other man. Not many people caught him by surprise, but Alvarez just managed to do it, big time. It was obvious the way things were between him and Guerra, Alvarez would try and find some allies in order to keep breathing, but Ryan didn't think the Latino would be smart enough to approach him. With his interest suddenly piqued, he asked:
"Why come to me? I don't have a gang of bodyguards."
"Exactly. You've never had, and yet you're still here. If there's anyone in this place that is able to keep me alive, it's you."
"I see." Fuck, Ryan couldn't believe how much he underestimated Alvarez.
"So, what do you say? Is there a chance for me?"
Ryan gave Alvarez a thoughtful look and then broke into a devilish grin: "Yes."
"Thank God." Alvarez's whole body slumped with relief, which only went to show how much on edge he'd been ever since he got back to Em City. "So tell me, what should I do?"
"Uh uh. What's in it for me?"
"I can be a good ally. I'll get you whatever you may want from the infirmary. I'll babysit Cyril, so you'd have some breathing room. Anything, anything you need, man."
Alvarez was irressistibly desperate. Desperate enough, that without really thinking it through Ryan made the decision he soon came to bitterly regret:
"Frankly, cuz, there's only one thing you've got I may be interested in."
"Yeah? What?"
"You."
For a long moment Alvarez simply stared at Ryan.
"You're shittin' me, right?"
"No."
"I thought you were straight."
"I am. And so are you. That's why we can do it. We'll be two straight guys getting their rocks off, not fags."
Alvarez's unwavering stare started to make Ryan feel vaguely uncomfortable.
"Man, you're way more twisted than I thought if that actually makes sense to you."
"You want my help or not?"
"I won't be your prag."
"I don't want you to be."
"Yeah? And will you suck my dick?"
"No."
"Will you let me fuck you?"
"No!"
Alvarez returned to his patented silent stare.
Definitely uncomfortable now, Ryan exploded: "Look, I'll get you off, all right?! I'm not into rape. Yes or no?"
"What exactly will I get if I agree?"
"I can get Morales to protect you."
Ah, sweet victory. Ryan smirked as Alvarez's unblinking gaze was replaced with intense longing and hope. The Latino's face was always way too transparent for his own good. Not that a perfect poker face would make much of a difference. Ryan *knew* being admitted to, or at least protected by El Norte was Alvarez's wet dream. No way in hell would Alvarez turn down Ryan's offer.
"Morales'll protect me from Guerra?"
"Well, I won't lie to you, I don't think even he can do that. You've pissed Guerra off pretty bad."
"So how exactly will *you* keep Guerra off my back?"
Ryan raised his eyebrows. "Is that a 'yes' I hear?"
"Might be. What's your plan?"
"I can get Guerra killed for you."
"No."
"No?" Just as Ryan was starting to feel some major respect for Alvarez, the Latino had to ruin it all. "Why the fuck not?"
"I don't want any more blood on my hands, man."
"It won't be on *your* hands. Guerra'll have an accident, is all."
"Yeah, but it'll still be my fault. I don't want to kill anymore, especially not a compadre. Give me another one."
Loyalty, Ryan could never exactly grasp the concept. How could Alvarez prefer to let the pig Guerra kill him rather than grease the bastard himself? Aw fuck, Ryan always believed it best not to argue with madmen.
"Well, in that case you will have to give Guerra some sort of satisfaction for the slights."
"Yeah," Alvarez seemed lost in thought. "I could let him shank me..."
Fuck not arguing with madmen! "Are you nuts?! He'll kill you!"
"No, not if we agree first he'll only shank me in the arm, or shoulder. And there'll be witnesses. And I'll promise not to retaliate." Alvarez was warming up fast.
"No! Listen to me, he'll *kill* you! No way he'd lose such a chance of whacking you."
"He won't. El Norte have honour."
"You *are* nuts." Ryan shook his head. It was a pity to lose an ally so quickly, but there clearly was no reasoning with the loco Latino.
Alvarez looked up at Ryan and smiled brightly.
"I hadn't known better, I'd say you care."
"Fuck off." Despite his annoyance, Ryan felt a smile tug at his own lips.
"Don't worry, amigo. I won't die by a shank."
"Just because you've been lucky so far doesn't mean you won't finally run out of lives."
Alvarez just kept smiling.
"Tell me the truth. You actually like being shanked, don't you? Playing with death?"
"Cheating death is like, the only thing I never screw up. And neither do you. Don't tell me you don't like surviving against all odds. You've got scars, just like I do, man."
"I like *surviving*. And I achieve that by avoiding being assaulted, not by provoking it." Ryan again started to feel uncomfortable under Alvarez's entirely too knowing gaze.
"Whatever you say, hermano."
"Yeah, well, if you're so bent on commiting suicide I'll need my payment early. Steal some lubricant from the infirmary and meet me in the corridor leading to the cafeteria before the mass." Ryan watched with perverse satisfaction as Alvarez's smile quickly died.
"You... you've got condoms?"
The man wasn't easily intimidated, Ryan's newfound respect for Alvarez grew another notch.
"No, but you're clean, and so am I."
"Oh yeah? I seem to remember there's a big chunk of your medical file missing, and there was good money offered for it at one time."
"How 'bout that," Ryan made a thoughtful face. "Anyway, see you on Sunday," grabbing his laundry basket he set off to his pod, mentally reviewing all possible results his unexpected alliance may have on the going-ons in Oz.
It wouldn't do for anyone to know he was helping Alvarez. For one thing, Alvarez was too much of a loser at this point to be associated with. For another, some perceptive fuck out there just might guess what the exact nature of Ryan's deal with the Latino was once it became obvious Ryan didn't get anything in return for the protection. Lastly, when Ryan did find a way to utilize Alvarez, it'd work much better if Alvarez's interference came as a surprise. A sort of a secret weapon kind of deal.
So yeah, he'd have to ask Morales for discretion when he'd call on the favour the Latinos' leader owed him. And he'd have to invent some convincing lie to serve Morales for wanting to keep Alvarez alive.
Ryan smiled to himself.
Piece of cake.
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