Stain Glass Windows

Ch. 2 Cold Showers

WARNING: This fic is rated M… So deal with it!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this story, Fox does…

Michael, unaware of the eyes that were undressing him, was joking around with Sucre. They were close, even for cell mates. Tbag knew that there was nothing going on between them, Michael was as straight as an arrow, but it still made Tbag jealous when ever he saw Michael and Sucre together. Tbag also saw other inmates, who weren't interested in being 'friends,' and the way they looked at him. It made his blood run hot when ever one of those fiends look the wrong way at Michael. Sure, after Maytag died all Tbag had wanted to do was kill Michael as slow and painfully as he could but after Abruzzi put the idea in his head, Tbag couldn't stop thinking that maybe a blade wasn't the best thing to stick into Micheal, not yet at least. And Tbag was going to make damn sure he was the only one sticking things into Michel. He had already taken down some one who was planning on taking what was rightfully his, and he made sure the message got across that Michael was not to be touched. He took a long hard look at his unsuspecting victim.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm!"

Tbag sighed.

"If only you'da taken my pocket Pretty, then things coulda been enjoyable for ya."

He clutched his most prize piece of contraband, a pair of hand cuffs.

"There ain't nuttin that can be done 'bout that now. Your mine Pretty."

Tbag watched Michael make his way to the showers. Tbag imagined how he was going to mark that gorgeous boy, claiming Michael as his and no one elses.

Michael didn't really like the showers. He didn't like being covered in dried sweat but he also didn't like the stares he recieved when he got undressed. It seemed like a normal day. Michael got a few catcalls as per usual, but everything seemed fine, that is until he saw him. Tbag was sitting on a bench with some of his lackeys. He was sizing up Michaels naked body and biting his lower lip in arousal. Michael was suddenly very aware of the fact he had no clothes on, and considering that he had been successfully avoiding Tbag since the time Tbag tried to rape him, he was understandably nervous.

Michael silently thanked Abruzzi for sending Tbag to the sick bay.

Michael rushed into the showers. Today's objectives were to get clean and get out intact.

Michael nervously washed the soap from his body. Tbag had chosen the shower directly across from Michael so he had to put up with Tbag's frighteningly smug smile.

Why was he smiling?

Did he know something Michael didn't?

Michael decided to skip the shampoo. He quickly ran out of the showers and grabbed a towel. He hurried to collect his clothes. Michael didn't even dry himself off, he wrapped his towel around his waist in an effort to cover himself from lingering eyes.

He reached for his clothes but a hand slapped away his own. Michael turned to see Tbag hovering inches from his face. Startled, Michael jumped backwards into a wall of lockers.

"In a rush Pretty?"

Michaels eyes quickly darted down to see that (thank god) Tbag had a towel wrapped around his waist also.

"Did I scare ya? My apologies, it's just I couldn't help but notice that you look mighty fine today"

Tbag inched forward closer and Michael searched for a weapon, anything to help get him out of his current situation. Nothing. He was going to have to make a break for it. Michael glanced at Tbag then at the hall entrance, just down that hall and to the right was a guard. If he could just get to the end of the hall he'd be safe. Michael sprang for the hall but but Tbag caught him around the waist and slammed him into a wall of lockers to his left. He pinned Michael there, pressing his body so close to Michael's that Michael could feel the older mans erection.

"Where ya goin', why don't ya stay a little longer?"

Tbag pressed his erection on Michael's thigh, making sure he got the implications behind Tbag's words.

Michael thought he was going to be sick. This couldn't be happening.

"Please Tbag, don't"

Tbag began tracing Michael's jaw line with kisses.

"And just why not, Pretty?"

He worked his way up to Michael's ear lobe and gnawed on it playfully then he bit the nape of Michael's neck causing Michael to gasp out of shock.

Suddenly Tbag was off of him.

"I was jus' kidding."

Tbag started to walk away, then stopped and turned around. His face changed from playful to serious.

"Though I would watch my back if I was you."

After that he was gone, leaving Michael grasping his neck. He slumped to the floor.

"What the hell just happened?"

There, I hope you liked it! I know that you might be disappointed that Tbag didn't take him right then and there, but just trust me. Mkay? I was so excited when I finished typing this up because I check my stats as much as I can and I got 116 views on this fic! Yay! But I was upset that I only got 4 reviews. BOO! So, as a little incentive, if I get 10 reviews I'll write an extra side story at the end of next chapter. I'll repeat.

IF I GET 10 REVIEWS FOR THIS CHAPTER I'LL WRITE A SIDE STORY!

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