Consequences

A/N Set after the talk between Saul and Nacho in 'Hero'. I hope you don't mind that I'm calling him Saul here and not Jimmy. I like Saul better and the names don't really matter in this story cause it's mostly pwp and fluff.

"I told you there will be consequences!"

Nacho grabbed Saul's wrists. He held them together with one hand and wrapped Saul's tie around with the other.

"You're tying me up with my own tie?" Saul said, getting really nervous now. He would have tried to get away but Nacho had him cornered between the file cabinet and the wall, holding him there with the weight of his body.

"Hot, huh?" Nacho threw him a look and tightened the knot with a start.

Saul flinched. "What?" he asked confused.

Nacho lifted Saul's hands over his head and pressed them against the wall. Saul swallowed. What was the guy up to?

"Listen, Nacho," he tried desperately once more, "like I said before I didn't warn them and I don't know - "

"Shut up," Nacho growled. He was so close Saul could smell his perfume. Of course it was some expensive macho gangster shit he was wearing. Nacho eyed him up and down with a look Saul didn't know what to make of - actually he didn't want to make anything of it because it was really scary.

Suddenly Nacho's hand was down on his thigh somewhere and his breath quickened - not necessarily due to sexual excitement. Nevertheless a smug smirk appeared on Nacho's face and he moved his hand upwards. Saul held his breath. "What the fuck - " he began but Nacho squeezed his wrists together in a painful way and he broke off.

"I told you to shut up," Nacho reminded him. "I guess you're wondering what this is all about," he continued in a low, velvety voice that caused the hair on the back of Saul's neck to stand up. Saul opened his mouth and closed it again under Nacho's warning gaze, swallowing the words.

"I'll tell you what I want." Nacho leaned in close. "I wanna hear you beg," he purred somewhere near Saul's ear.

Saul closed his eyes, he began to sweat. "Please, I - " He stopped and tensed because Nacho's hand came to rest in a place where it definitely wasn't supposed to be. He felt Nacho's lips brushing his neck and his heart jumped into his throat. What the hell was Nacho doing? Trying to scare the shit out of him? Well, he was successful with it.

Nacho breathed in Saul's scent deeply while he was moving his lips over his neck. He was still wondering why he was so turned on by him. Maybe it was the way he had been acting like a coward and then had stepped into Tuco's way and had negotiated him down with this big mouth of his to only a broken leg for each of the two little fucktards. Nacho hadn't been able to stop thinking about him since then. Also, of course, he had to teach him a lesson about warning the Kettlemans. A perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

He let go of Saul's wrists and started to unbutton his shirt. Saul watched him with big eyes, too intimidated to try to escape or even put his hands down - Nacho noticed with satisfaction. He tugged Saul's shirt out from the waistband of his pants and reached for his belt.

"Oh Jesus," Saul breathed, his heart was racing. "Stop, please, I get it. I - "

"That's not what I wanna hear," Nacho said calmly and unbuckled the belt.

Saul looked at him desperately. If he just would yell at him - this soft quiet voice made him nervous as hell and his brain simply wanted to refuse to see where Nacho's actions were headed.

Nacho was tempted to lose himself in Saul's blue eyes but then Saul made a move to get free by throwing himself sideways to reach the door. He had no chance. Nacho slammed him into the wall, pressing the air out of his lungs. He ground his hips into Saul's and pinned down his arms above his head again with both hands

"Nice try," he said, sounding more dangerous than ever. "But I won't let you go." He captured Saul's mouth with his own, forced his tongue inside and hooked it behind Saul's teeth. His hand trailed down Saul's arm, his neck and his side, came to a rest on his hip, pushing him backwards. Then he started biting Saul's bottom lip in a rather painful way, making Saul whimper and squirm. Nacho let go of his lip and licked it soothingly. He really enjoyed this. Having Saul completely at his mercy. He was so damn sexy with his hands tied over his head and his eyes wide in shock.

Nacho lowered his head and dragged his tongue over Saul's neck, leaving a long wet strip on his skin. Saul couldn't maintain resistance any longer He gave in and rolled his head back. He felt Nacho's teeth grazing his collarbone and his tongue dipping into the hollow of his throat. He moaned with barely restrained pleasure. The sound of it put Nacho completely on fire.

He seized him by the hips. "Turn around," he commanded.

Saul braced himself against the wall with his elbows to avoid being pushed into it face forward.

"What the hell... you're not gonna try to rape me, are you?" Saul asked in disbelief.

"Relax," Nacho said with a hidden chuckle in his voice. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"That's comforting," Saul replied ironically. "Could you - "

"Shut. Up."

"Of course," Saul mumbled and let his head fall down.

Then there was a pull at the collar of his shirt - Nacho yanked it down over Saul's shoulders so he couldn't move his arms anymore.

"You're gonna like this and I wanna hear you say it," Nacho breathed into his ear.

"What exactly - oh no, no, wait." Saul tried to turn around again when Nacho pulled his pants down, but he didn't let him.

"Just relax, ok?" Nacho repeated, his wide hands spread around Saul's hips in a possessive kind of way that got Saul excited against his will.

He wasn't exactly prepared for what happened next but Nacho had apparently planned this and he didn't ask for permission, he just did it. Saul bit his lip and squinched his eyes shut, trying to relax at the same time when Nacho eased his way inside of him. He was careful and Saul gasped in surprise when he hit some spot inside of him that caused a small explosion of lust. Now Saul was interested.

He moved his hips to get Nacho to hit the right spot again. By the grunting noises Nacho made and the way he dug his fingers into Saul's skin he could tell that he was really enjoying this. Saul had a hard time preventing himself from getting pushed into the wall. He shoved back, meeting Nacho's thrusts, biting his lips and making noises that took Nacho to new levels of arousal.

"Yeah, you like that, do you? You dirty little bitch."

Saul closed his eyes, he didn't give a shit about what Nacho was calling him, pleasure rippled through him in places he had never felt before.

"Say it," Nacho demanded, sounding a bit husky. He thrust into him, grinding his dick into that particular spot.

Saul groaned: "Oh God, that's good - " his voice throatier than ever, "yeah, right there, oh don't stop, please - "

The words went straight to Nacho's cock. He pushed Saul forward, bending over him, one hand twisted into his shirt. He sank his teeth into Saul's shoulder, making him wince. Saul was caught between pleasure and pain. Of course the little pervert liked to hurt him, at least a little. Nacho, indeed pleased with the way Saul responded to him, reached down in front of him and wrapped his fingers around Saul's dick, squeezing it just a little too tightly. Saul rolled his head back, moaning shamelessly. He had an idea now what 'getting fucked into oblivion' means. It was what Nacho was doing to him and he wasn't about to last any longer. He let out a lustful ragged breath when he came into Nacho's hand. Nacho felt him shake and let himself go. He held on to him tightly until he was utterly spent.

Saul turned around and slumped with his back against the wall, panting. Nacho pulled his pants up and looked at him, smiling complacently to himself.

"See, I told you you're gonna like it."

Saul didn't answer He was still catching his breath, the back of his head leaning against the wall.

When Nacho was done getting dressed, Saul lifted his tied hands towards him. Nacho worked the knot open, glancing at him curiously.

"You ran out of words?" he asked amused.

"Oh, am I allowed to speak now?" Saul replied, feigning surprise.

"Sure," Nacho said with a grin.

"You're a sick bastard, you know that? And I hate you for that," Saul grumbled, rubbing his wrists.

Nacho laughed. "Seriously? You hate me for giving you a mind-blowing orgasm?"

"Wow, someone's really full of himself here," Saul said, pulling up his pants.

"You can't deny you liked it. I heard you." Nacho still had that annoying smirk on his lips.

"And that's why I hate you," Saul stated but there was the hint of a chuckle in his voice.

"Because I was right, yeah?"

Saul shot him a glare while rolling down his sleeves. "Are we square now?" he asked.

"That's all you gotta say?"

"You want me as well to sing your praise?"

Nacho shook his head, chuckling softly. "Next time I'm gonna gag you." He said, walking to the door.

"There is no next time," Saul protested and threw the door shut behind him. He turned the lock and leaned against the door.

Wow.