Title: Rabid

Type: Slash, Uncon, NonCon, CoercedSex, Angst, Dark, FirstTime, Snark, UST

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: True Blood [ Showverse ]

Pairing: Alcide Herveaux/Tommy Mickens

Setting: Merlotte's, Somewhere between Season 3 Episode 4 "9 Crimes" and Episode 8 "Night on the Sun"

Word Count: 2761

Summary: After a long day's work assisting Sookie to pay off debts to Eric, Alcide just wants a quiet evening to relax. Tommy's on lock up duty at Merlotte's though and wants trouble, just won't let the werewolf be. Unexpected, hot'n'smexy results follow.

Warnings: There will be some semi-graphic rough sex and explicit content in the next chapter, this one is a build up with some fun character work. Tommy is written by Jaxon666, and Alcide by me.

Tommy was on lock up duty at Merlotte's while Sam was on some unexplained trip that seemed to be too important for politeness to come when he threw the keys at him earlier; the only indication that he'd be the one to close up shop tonight. He could be a fucking asshole at times, even if the whole of Bon Temps thought he was some sort of straight-laced smooth talker. The night had been a long one, and Tommy was sick of looking at Hoyt and Jessica together, mostly because that was meant to be him enjoying some hot redheaded vampire fucking, and well, also just because Hoyt looked like he had mental limitations; the view of them together was just pitiful and boring. Tommy knew deep down, it was his cock she wanted in her; that's why he smiled filthily every time she looked over, not giving a shit if it hurt Hoyt's feelbads.

As the last few customers left to make their ways home, Tommy was the only member of staff to still be there. Well, at least he wasn't being babysat anymore by that fucking brother of his. That one guy was still there though, the one who came in late afternoon. He looked like he was from out of town, big guy, handsome, way too much hair on his face to be a pussy, big on the lumberjack look.

"We're closin' up man, finish what you got and get goin'.", Tommy said from the bar in a way that was either friendly or unfriendly, whilst he cleaned and stacked some glasses, which was just the way he liked it. The guy stood up; fuck he was tall. With footsteps like unintended strides, he paced over to the men's room, leaving his jug of beer at the table, not even swigging off the last one he'd poured for himself. Tommy followed him in; as mentioned, Tommy was bored.

"What you doin' here when you got a piece like that you could be usin' to split bitches open with?", Tommy asked with a sly smile, peering at Alcide's tool with meddlesome motive as he took a leak, arms folded, leaning against the frames of the doorway, looking like the crafty little shit he is.

Alcide was tired of running errands for Eric under the guise of helping Sookie. He still had his debt to pay off, and babysitting and risking his neck for the blonde's vamp beau wasn't helping things at all. She was pretty, he thought, but sadly not smart enough to avoid being caught up with the vampires. She liked to think she was, though, and he didn't need to read minds to tell that.

He'd spent most of the day resting at this little bar in her hometown, eating and just getting energy back. Sam was a good guy, and willing to help out with a two-natured when needed. Alcide had eaten plenty throughout the hours he'd sat, as well as drank. He'd paced it, though, so he could drive home safely. The smaller guy, related to Merlotte by the smell of him, was his sole company tonight.

Alcide glanced up with a slightly raised brow when the boy informed him of closing time. He wanted to drink from the mug, but he felt a slight buzz already. He had to keep a clear head to get home. As the wolf stood, he felt his bones creaking into place, a low grunt coming from him as he went for the men's room. All that beer had a certain effect after a while. He went for one of the urinals, but the kid followed him in there. Not quite a kid, by the smell, but still some little punk. He didn't care about curiosity sparked by boredom, they'd all been there.

"No bitches for me," he grunted, shaking off once before putting himself away. "Not for a while anyway." Not after what Debbie had put him through. Fuck her. And Cooter, the shithead. But he still wanted to protect her from it all. Alcide went to the sinks to wash his hands, glancing at the boy in the mirror. "You Sam's? Or just relation?"

"Scoot over.", Tommy said, not really asking, nudging the larger man out of the way with a shoulder bump as he claimed his place at the urinal, taking out his dick recklessly so he too could take a piss, not that he'd really needed to.

"Do I look like I came from that assclown? He's like a gaylord in flannel.", Tommy laughed at the thought that someone could mistake him as Sam's son; that would be a nightmare of plaid and denim he dared not to entertain for too long.

While the bearded guy washed his hands, Tommy noted two things; his guile was a little too constant and firmly placed for his liking, and secondly, he had no reasonable way to gather that Tommy was in any way related to that asshole brother of his. He took a sniff at the air; he was better at those tricks than Sam, but then again, Sam wanted to be a human so much that he barely resembled a two-natured at all.

"We ain't ever had us no wolves in here...least not since I've been around. So what's your business here Captain Chinfluff? You lookin' for trouble? If so I got plenty o'that.", his eyes focused on the darker man, whose name he was yet to know, not even having the slightest care for the precision of the stream of piss he was swilling out. He may have been smaller than Alcide and a lot lower down the food chain, but Tommy wasn't the type to care; he wasn't much one for thinking, more one for sniffing trouble like the tender bit of bloody meat that it was.

Alcide just shook his head at the behaviour. Young, cocky pups thought they owned the land they walked on, and that's just the way they thought until someone showed them the truth. Clearly Sam hadn't done so with this one, at least not here. "Just askin', nothing' meant by it." The pup was a little more wild than most, though, and he couldn't help but wonder where he'd gotten such haunted eyes.

He turned and leaned on the sink, palms against the cool surface. Might as well have a talk while the alcohol was wearing off. "I was helpin' out a local, came by for good food and a quiet bar." And it had been, mostly. One vamp the entire evening, but it'd been young and distracted. No worry there.

This pup, however, thought he'd be trouble for Alcide, which was initially funny to him. Size was hardly ever a good indicator for power or pure will, a lesson he'd learned time and again. "I don't go lookin' for trouble, boy, but I think you'd make it for me anyway." It was easy to spot the wild ones, and Alcide needed to be sure that this didn't end badly. "What's your name?"

"I'm Tommy, Tommy Mickens...and I ain't no son of Sam's. Hell, I'm barely a brother. Still, he's lettin' me stick around even though he knows how much my shit stinks...guess that's somethin'.", his words as well as his general bodily behaviour stuck out like a sore thumb of particular nature; Tommy was a bratty little shit who didn't know when to keep his trap shut, or how to seem anything less than crude. He held out his unwashed hand for a shake with the larger man, still not sure if he was friend or foe, but not caring.

"And Hell, like I said...you got some trouble you wanna have, then I'm your man.", he didn't realise he looked more like a boy, "So that local you been seein' to...it's that blonde piece right? Suzie...Sookie Stackhouse, that's it. Her Vamper know you been sniffin' 'round her butt?", Tommy asked, without any measure of humility or sophistication.

The more time he spent with him, the more he realized how different the boy was from Sam. Crude, obnoxious, and itching for a fight. Like a caged dog who hadn't eaten and was shown a roast pig. He sighed at the hand, smelled of piss, but shook it. He'd touched worse. "Alcide Herveaux," he said. Tommy. Well it seemed fitting.

"I'm just helpin' her out, nothin' that anybody needs to concern themselves with. 'Specially those uninvolved." He rose an eyebrow, wiping a hand on his pants, and pushed past Tommy to the door. "I'd say it's awful nice of your brother to be lettin you stay here." One thing bothered him, though, before he realized why. "How'd you come to be a shifter?" Half brothers, probably. But both so rare?

Alcide? What kind of shitkicker name was that? And Tommy thought that HE was white trash; rather by the shithole he lived in than by the name he went by. Wouldn't be fun to say either way. It made him flicker with amusement again as the wolf started grinding his back heels into the ground to mark his territory; Tommy was an animal after all, and he liked to play with his own kind.

"Nice. Yeah that's his middle name alright, and he can keep it.", Tommy barely gestured his head towards the doorway before stepping through it until he got to the bar, leaning with his arms spread out along the countertop, customer's side. He was such a cocky little prick, and he made no secret of how much he knew and loved that fact.

"I think we both know how that happens.", was his only explanation; after all it wasn't rocket science if even he could understand it, "I like you Alcide. You hold your own without gettin' all menstrual cycle. Tell you what, you can finish your beer...on condition that you got a new drinkin' partner and he's about this tall and like's himself a good hard gangbang.", he rose his hand to his own exact height.

Alcide could still feel the hackles that weren't there in this form raising just slightly, annoyed at Tommy. He was like a rattler that darted through your legs. Unassuming in size, but an obvious terror without a doubt. "Could do with a touch of Nice yourself, I bet." And decency...manners...all sorts of words that sprang to his mind, for that matter.

He'd already reached for his drink again, taken a small swig, before setting it down. "Listen Tommy. You even old enough to drink?" Alcide wondered how Sam could get by with this little shit, who was so...well, wild. Again. It seemed to be the only fitting word so far. He wanted to know how they were both true shifters, though, but figured he'd find a way to get that information at some point.

"I don't think Sam would want you drinkin' in his bar, Tommy. If y'ain't old enough, I mean." Alcide shrugged and brought his mug to his lips again. He'd paid for it already, so there wasn't a law stopping him from doing it.

"Hell no, wolfman...who wants nice when you can have you some spice?", he smiled with a wink in tow, biting his bottom lip at the quick imaginary thought of fucking some dumb blonde human slut so hard her ass wound up looking like it went a few rounds with Tyson and lost.

"Aint never stopped me before, and what are you the age police? You even human enough to be walkin' 'round like one?", Tommy ignored Alcide's concern, hoping he wasn't some do-gooder type like his fucking brother; then they wouldn't be getting along quite so well.

With that, Tommy cracked open two bottles of beer, jumping over the bar to do so, and sliding his butt back over the counter after it, slamming them down on the table Alcide sat at somewhat reluctantly. He stayed standing though, whilst eyeing the other man curiously, apparently amused at something he happened upon in doing so.

"Fuck, you're almost as tall as I am with your ass planted. Lurch Adams is shittin' himself.", much like him, his quips were ill-mannered, and bluntly put, which made them seem unlike efforts to make a joke at all.

Alcide's lip curled just a bit as he fought off the growl that threatened to surface. He breathed deep and looked at Tommy through narrowed eyes. "I think you've gotta fix that attitude. I ain't your brother, and I couldn't care less if you walk or crawl outta here tonight." He just wanted to finish his beer and get home to his bed. It'd warm up after he was in it.

If the kid really wanted to drink, he was going to. There wasn't a need to get touchy over him, anyway. Alcide sighed and took the beer, looking Tommy over. "Sam ain't too happy with you, is he?" He wondered what he'd be like to have around. That would be a hell in itself. "I won't say anythin' bout this beer. But go for another, at work and underage...boy, we're gonna have a problem."

"You keep sweet talkin' me like that, an' I might just have t'blow you. Won't even need to get down on my knees either.", he replied, with a slyly playful intent, not feeling intimidated by the stronger man's sentiment, though he should have.

"Now there's the trouble I was talkin' about.", Tommy beamed as if he'd won a bet, pinching Alcide's closest cheek as though he were as cute as a newborn baby, "Knew you had it in ya. First wolf I met that took so long to bite though. Kinda cute.", he winked at Alcide, sitting down opposite him, though his upper body claimed most of the table as he did so. The twang of Tommy's accent only made his words sound even more malicious and belittling in intent.

"Now how about this; I do whatever the shit I want, and you just deal with it. I already got me a brother, and he don't tell me what to do. This ain't church, wolfbreath, and I aint no choirboy to bend over and fuck up the shitter. Still, it's been a slow night...other stuff ain't outta the question.", and with that, Tommy winked one last time, swigging back one of his beers like it was iced water to an albino with sunstroke.

The were froze mid-drink to just look at Tommy, not quite sure if he was serious or not. He decided on the latter, or more of hoped on it. He didn't need THAT kind of trouble tonight. And who knew where Sam was. Alcide growled and swatted Tommy's hand away from his face, half-tempted to just bite off a finger. "I don't go for the throat straight outta the gate," he shrugged, emptying the mug.

He took one of the beers that Tommy had opened, hoping it'd at least make him think before trying to drink more than one. "Then maybe that's your problem, ya little fuck. You ain't been shown who's in charge. Think you own the world and do whatever the fuck ya want." He'd been cocky, but he hadn't been arrogant and annoying. Alcide looked at the opened bottle and took a drink of it.

"So how bout you cool it and try again, pup." Alcide leaned back in his chair, ignoring the come-ons that Tommy seemed to be trying to pull over on him. He assumed they were just things to get him riled up, but he wasn't about to let this nobody shifter get to him that easily.

Tommy snatched the bottle back out of Alcide's threateningly large hand mid-sip, and stuffed the glass head of it into his own mouth almost as instantly, not to drink though, he just suckled up the saliva there; a demonstration of deviance, or one just to show how sick and immoral he was? It wasn't really like the latter was needed, was it?

"Let me tell you somethin', you overgrown fuck...I'm a Mickens boy, and aint no Micken's boy that likes his drink taken outta his hand. Now, hows about you chill your dick and talk to me like you're not my fuckin' daddy...unless you're into that sorta thing. But do me a favour...wait 'til we both got our junk out first.", he smirked again, not giving a shit about how kicked his ass would so easily be in few more seconds, if he kept staring at Alcide like that with those unnerving, impetuous little fuckers he called eyes.

THE END