Hey guys! I have to say, I never expected this story to gain interest! I'm really happy with all the support I've had on the first chapter! I tried several times to add the second chapter but could not for the life of me figure out how! Hopefully those who were interested in the story are still around for chapter two ^_^
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"I gotta say pretty, I really admire how much you do for that ungrateful brother of yours," T-bag started.
"Don't talk about my brother," Michael retorted as he glared at T-bag intensely.
"Look, all I'm sayin' boy, is that you're really prepared to do just about anything for him, and I'm sure he don't even realize it."
"You could have killed him!" Michael shot out angrily, still with an unforgiving glare.
"Well, how else do you think I'd get you in here? Not like you'd strut that sexy little tail of yours right up to T-bag's cell and walk in of your own accord? And besides, it seems that you value your brother's life more than your own. I played you right into my hands, never thought it would be so simple. Men consider it a great weakness up in here, when you care for someone so,.. deeply." With his last word lingering, T-bag began to caress Michael's jawline softly with one finger as he gazed fixated into the piercing blue eyes that were staring back at him.
"No one was meant to know that we were brothers," Scofield turned his head away, breaking T-bag's gaze.
"It's alright boy, so long as you cooperate, ill have no reason to harm Lincoln any further. I'll even tell the others to leave him be, once you give me what I want." T-bag was playing the nice guy card. "I can even offer you protection."
"Why do I find that so hard to believe," amusement was taking over Michael as he listened to the lies that pored from T-bag.
"Suit yourself, Scofield. Enough talk then, it's time to give me what's due."
Michael suddenly grew nervous even through his composed nature. He was standing up against the bunk bed, back pressing into the side of it as he tried to distance himself from Bagwell.
"Don't look so frightened, pretty. It will all be over soon enough. Just don't give me any reason to hurt you, and I can assure you it will be an enjoyable experience." T-bag grinned with rotting teeth.
Michael was staring at him, clearly in disbelief at how diluted T-bag sounded. He then pushed Michael down by his shoulders to sit on the bottom bunk.
"Why don't you put those hands of yours to use," T-bag instructed, standing in front of Michael as he grabbed his hands and put them on his own belt buckle.
Michael seemed detached from himself, distant, as though it was his way of coping with what was happening to him. It was evident he was lost in his own thoughts, probably trying to determine what state Lincoln was currently in. He complied with a concentrated expression, and unbuckled T-bag's belt.
"That's it, gooood," Bagwell was more relaxed as Michael listened to his instructions.
Immediately, Michael's eyes darted towards the sink of the cell, as he spotted what appeared to be a prison guards' walkie-talkie.
"Hahah, glad you noticed my... insurance plan," T-bag laughed. "We snatched these from some unfortunate badges that got caught in the middle of the riot. One smart move out of you boy, and my buddies will find out just how much you would like to throw away your brothers' life."
Michael thought about how that couldn't be more of a lie. After all, his whole reason for being there was due to the elaborate escape plan he had masterfully thought up for his brothers freedom.
"Prove to me you've kept up your part of the deal, he was supposed to be taken into the infirmary." Michael's voice was again it's usual smooth, calm tone as he tried to keep a clear head through all of this.
"I knew you wouldn't be easy, pretty. But it's okay, I also know that the best pieces of ass are the ones that make you wait the longest. And boy, you're like a diamond thrown into a pile of dirty old coal."
Scofield could care less for T-bag's comments, and he was looking again towards the walkie-talkie. Clearly anxious now and slightly annoyed, T-bag grabbed the walkie-talkie and called into it;
"Robinson! Our boy here don't trust that his brother has been taken for medical assistance," T-bag began, looking at Scofield. "Why don't you put the lady on the phone so that I could get on with my fun."
A shuffle and the sound of movement came out of the walkie-talkie, followed by a desperate sounding Sara Tancredi;
"Michael?" Sara cried out for the helpless prisoner she'd grown so attached to. "Michael, please tell me if you're okay. I'm going to make sure the Warden hears about what has happened in here. Your brother, he's..he's in a terrible state but I'm talking care of him Michael, it will be okay. Where are you! Are you safe?"
"Not so fast doctor, you can't spoil the fun before it's even begun?" T-bag toyed. He seemed to be enjoying every minute of this.
Sounds came through the walkie-talkie and it seemed like T-bag's men on the other end were pulling back Sara rather violently. There was a faint scream that followed.
Scofield's lips were parted, as though about to respond to the doctor. He was even more concerned now, it seemed, rather than relieved that Link had actually been taken to the infirmary. He realized that this whole thing could have been avoided had he not caused the lock-down. It was his fault that the two people he cared for most in this place were now in real danger. He knew he had to do whatever was needed to ensure their safety.
"You don't look so pleased that I kept my word, boy." T-bag faked confusion, until real understanding came over him, "Don't tell me, you care for that lady doctor too! Hahaha, well this just keeps gettin' betta and betta."
Dropping the device to the floor, T-bag advanced at Michael, determined not to cause any further delay.
Michael froze as he watched T-bag slink his way towards the bed. Fear rose inside him as he realized there was no escape plan from what was about to happen to him.
"Are you sure about this? You know, if the Warden finds out about what you've done to my brother and all," Michael paused, then continued when T-bag didn't interject. "And if doctor Tancredi gets harmed during the process, you know it wont be long before there are armed guards parading around looking for you and your guys."
"Yes, I'm sure, Scofield. You wont be able to convince me otherwise."
"I'm just saying, what happens when they all find out. You'll get thrown into the SHU, and 9 more years will be added to your sentence." Michael was regaining his confidence when he saw a glint of doubt in T-bag's eyes.
"Haha, Michael, that's sweet of you to think of me like that, really, but I'm already serving life in here. Or did you forget about that minor detail?" Bagwell's sarcastic tone was unmistakable. "See, I don't give a damned about what any of those men have in store for me when we're through. I know that it will all be worth it.." T-bag was imagining all the things he wanted to use Michael for, and he felt his dick grow stiffer in his pants. "Now, where were we?"
The pace of everything began to quicken as T-bag grew more anxious by the minute. Before Michael realized, he was exposing himself, standing there in front of Michael who was still sitting cautiously on the bottom bunk.
"Open your mouth, pretty" T-bag was saying, as he stared longingly at Michael's lips.
Michael's pulse quickened and anxiety swelled in his chest.
"You don't have to do this Bagwell," his voice was firm and threatening, but frightened as he struggled to stay calm.
"I said, open..your mouth" T-bag spat out through clenched teeth.
Michael looked as though he would vomit, and his mouth stayed tightly closed. All too quickly, T-bag was grabbing the back of his head, pulling it towards himself.
The tip of T-bag's wet penis hit under Michael's nose, making him turn his head away. Theo was quick to regain a tight grasp on the side of Michael's head now, hurting his left ear in the process. This time, T-bag was able to push himself into Michael's mouth. He let out a deep, satisfied groan.
"Oh, baby, you are good..." T-bag was saying, as he pushed in and out of Michael's wet mouth. Michael's eyes were starting to water, and he closed them to keep it at bay.
Suddenly, Theo felt teeth scrape at his delicate skin, and he pulled out quickly before Michael could cause any more pain.
"ARGGG, fuckin' BITCH-" enraged, T-bag swung a heavy fist at Michael's jaw, forcing him to fall sideways onto his elbow.
"You think you can use your teeth on me?" Theo threw a scrutinizing glare at Mike and watched as he spat blood from his mouth. He began to pull up his trousers again but left his belt un-buckled.
"What, you mean that didn't feel good?" Mike smirked sarcastically, blotting the blood with the back of his hand.
"I warned you not to get smart with me, boy-" T-bag growled, throwing himself into the bottom bunk to attack Michael.
The two struggled with one another, and T-bag was fighting to gain a firm grasp around Michael's neck. Violently, Mike felt T-bag's hands encompass around his throat and cut off his air supply. His head slammed against the back wall of the cell as this happened. T-bag was furious, trying to stay in control as he made sure to keep Michael in a vulnerable position. He crouched in between Michael's legs, and Michael kept his knees bent, feet pushing into the mattress. Blood was rushing to Michael's head due to the lack of oxygen he now had, and he used what strength he had left to curl his legs in and kick T-bag off.
Bagwell flew backwards into the wall opposite the bunk bed, his back slamming into the concrete. Mike was left gasping for air as he turned on his side, trying to catch his breath.
Stumbling forward, T-bag muttered "Scofield,...you're mine!"
Michael's eyes narrowed at T-bag in anger, and he swiftly navigated his way out of the bottom bunk. Before T-bag even had a chance to react, Michael was knelt on the floor desperately searching for the walkie-talkie. When T-bag turned to see what Michael was up to, he smiled out of amusement and quickly threw himself onto his back. Still struggling to reach for the walkie-talkie he now spotted under the toilet, Michael fought to get T-bag off of him.
Bagwell wrapped his arm tightly around Michael's neck and pulled him up onto his feet. Michael's hands jerked at T-bag's arm to release him, but he only strengthened his hold.
Suddenly, Mike felt a hand wrap around his waist and plunge into the front of his sweatpants. He let out a violated moan and continued to struggle, shoving his elbow into T-bag's ribs.
"What, you mean that doesn't feel good?" Unphased, T-bag mockingly threw Michael's own words at him.
"Get...off..of me.." Mike managed to get out a broken sentence despite the choke-hold T-bag still had him in.
Bagwell didn't let up, "I'm enjoyin' the feel of your soft skin on my hands way too much." He was grinning wildly now, "Why don't we see how far down those tattoo's of yours go?" With that, T-bag hurled Michael against the bunkbed, forcing his chest into the side of the top bunk. Michael grunted in pain.
At that point, T-bag forced Michael's sweatpants down under his ass, "I guess they... stop at your waistline, pretty..." His words trailed off in thought, clearly distracted at the beauty he was seeing in Michael's naked body. "It would be a shame afterall, to ruin such a beautiful thing," T-bag was gently caressing Michael's soft skin.
Michael tried grabbing Theo's wrists to stop him from touching him, but it was useless. T-bag just pushed his chest harder into the side of the bed, making it even harder for him to breathe.
"Ugh, please...s..stop." Michael said, his voice beginning to break.
As if purposely doing the exact opposite, Theo then roughly shoved two dry fingers into Michael and sighed, satisfyingly. Michael let out a quiet cry of surprise and took a deep breath in.
"Such a pretty, pretty boy, aren't ya..." T-bag hissed into Michael's ear, then began to lick the side of his face making Michael force his eyes shut. "So...tight.."
"Let go of me..." growled Scofield, disgusted.
T-bag was violently moving his fingers around now, "I want you to feel this, boy."
Chapter 3 on it's way! I promise I wont keep you all waiting another few years this time!