Title: Kraving Keller
Pairing: B/K
Rating: T
Warning: MaleSlash, all male sexual situations, if it ain't your thing . . . pick a new story
Disclaimer: I do not own OZ or its characters, but I wouldn't mind if Fontana gave me Chris Keller or Ryan O'Reily for my birthday or just because it's Wednesday.
Summary: What if Keller never owed Vern? What if Keller came to love Beecher on his own?
A/N: Tim McManus never gets fired and Officer Murphy is always there. That's right: No Metzger . . . EVER! Also, this is my first fanfic so please be nice. Please review, I would love the help.
Ch 1 - Welcome to OZ
"Christopher Keller, stay here to wait a transfer to Emerald City (EM City). The rest of you scum bags follow Officer Brass to Gen. Pop," Officer Murphy barks as the new arrivals gather their things.
"See ya, ya cock-suckers!" Keller yells towards the other inmates as he gives them a devilish smile.
"Christopher Keller, this is Tobias Beecher. He is your sponsor, and will help you to get acquainted to life here in OZ and in EM City," Officer Murphy shouts as Toby walks through the gate.
"Chris" Keller puts out his hand to greet him.
"Toby" Beecher reaches and shakes his hand.
"How nice, you are friends. Now move it!" demand Murphy.
Both men glare at him as they begin to walk to EM City. They walk in silence, just trying to get to know each other through mannerisms. They stroll through the main gate of EM City and are watched by everyone in the common area room. Toby leads Chris to his pod and stays while Chris gets settled.
Ryan O'Reily watches Keller and Beecher out of the corner of his eye. Me and him could be real good friends. We could do business together. On this notion Ryan begins to wonder over to the newly occupied pod. When he reached the door he knocked twice and let himself in. The sound of the door knocked Toby out of his trance, one he had not realized he was in. He had been studying Chris as he straightened his bottom bunk and got his things packed in his trunk.
"O'Reily"
"Beecher. Did I interrupt something?" Saying it with an evil smirk, but continues without an answer, "Who's the new prag?"
This statement was met with a 'I'm-nobody's-prag' glare from Keller, and a 'what-the-hell' glare from Beecher.
"Shut the fuck up O'Reily!" snaps Beecher.
"Thanks Toby, but I can handle this. I'm Keller, Chris Keller. Who the hell are you?" he says with an annoyed look.
"Ryan O'Reily. I head up the Irish around here. I thought we should be friends, maybe even be business partners."
"Sounds tempting, but it would be wrong, and needless to say against my nature, to just walk in here and trust you after five WHOLE minutes. Plus, I don't think I'm interested in any of your business anyway. Now get your ass out of here you cock-sucker!"
"Fine have it your way, but don't come around to me asking for favors."
"I don't plan on it."
O'Reily leaves and Keller just rolls his eyes, making Beecher, who had just sat back and watched the interaction, smile.
"Sorry about that." Beecher says, while trying not to laugh.
"It's okay, really. So I'm guessing that was the welcome everyone gets?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Just different 'tribe' heads do the welcoming. It all depends on who you are. I'll try to warn you next time."
"Thanks. But after that, I think I can see it coming."
"Okay. Whatever you say. Anyway, Welcome to OZ."
"I'm so glad to be here." Keller says with a sarcastic grin and a roll of his eyes.
Please R&R . . . I would love to know what you think!