A/N - Now this is pretty Tigcentric and it is going to make for some uncomfortable reading for some. So just a quick warning about drug use, noncon, sexual content and violence. My favourite combo! Would love to know what you think, think this should stir up some passionate responses! Enjoy. x
Tig sat at the bar, making no efforts to hide the way he was heaping bags of different drugs together into different strength combinations. Every now and then, he would lick his finger and dunk it in to rub on his gums and taste. He would shiver from the hit and continue humming, as if he was cooking like any normal person.
"What are you making?" Happy muttered with intrigue as he came up behind him. Tig glanced over his shoulder with a wicked grin. Gemma's text with Nero's permission had set him on a determined track.
"Just a little loosener," he smirked, offering it to Happy. Happy edged out a line and took it, closing his eyes as he shook his head to really get it. He slapped Tig on the back approvingly.
"For tonight?"
"Hopefully." It had taken a lot of careful planning but Tig was pretty sure Clay had it all set up right. There wasn't much those two didn't share and Tig's constant quest for premium pussy was something Clay Morrow didn't mind getting behind.
Within an hour the club was buzzing with the usual girls and hang arounds. Any sniff of a party on the SAMCRO lot was sure to get plenty of attention, and this one was like no other. Tig leaned casually against the bar, elbows out, surveying their territory possessively as he looked for his prey.
"She here, Don Juan?" Clay asked as he walked into the club, lowering his sunglasses as he looked around. Tig nodded towards her without giving too much away. Nina was playing pool with Chibs and Juice, they were both supposedly 'helping' but it was clear Chibs had designs on scoring in more ways than one.
"Red miniskirt," he said, biting at his cuticle. "Fucking beautiful."
"Must be from her mother's side, that 'spic Nero's got a face like the north end of a south-bound mule."
Clay watched as Chibs put his arms around Nina, trying to show her how to line up the shot. Tig was too distracted to notice but Clay instantly saw the way she curved into his body, leaning back against him with too much trust for a stranger.
"You sure you want that one?" he frowned, clapping Tig's shoulder. "She looks kinda... easy."
Tig nodded. "You have no idea, man, I have these dreams about her, all the time. She's sucking my dick, she's riding me, dancing, whatever you can think of, fuck, I've seen her do it, up here." He tapped his temple. "She's game for me, I know she is."
Sons only ever expressed their opinions once. Clay shrugged it off, he could do with watching a good fight anyway at some point and Tig would decimate Chibs, he was sure of that.
"Alright brother," he smiled. "She's all yours." He fiddled with his phone and let out a low whistle. "Boys, round up."
The few Sons already at the club excused themselves from the girls they were attached to and grouped in chapel on Clay's command. Clay smiled, enjoying having their attention just as he used to. He looked between them.
"Irish want a meet," he said. Chibs frowned and pushed his hands in his pockets, looking back towards the club floor and the girl he had left waiting by the pool table.
"What, now? Bit short notice?"
"Irish are funny bastards, you know that," Clay muttered. "Chibs, go pick up Jax, Juice, Hap, you come with me. Bobby can cover."
Tig looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What do you need from me, Clay?"
Clay pursed his lips a moment and shook his head, waving his hand to dismiss Tig. "Should be enough, Tiggy, you stay here and make sure those prospects keep the beer cold, okay?"
The chairs scraped back and Clay stopped to give Tig a hard hug as they left. Looking around the club, it felt so much emptier just by the departure of a few club members. Nina looked forlornly after Chibs as he left with the others.
"Who won?"
She looked away from the end of her cue at Tig's approach and smiled at him, rubbing the blue dust off with her fingertip.
"We didn't get a chance to finish," she shrugged. She was about to toss the cue down when Tig stilled it in her hand.
"I can finish you off," he said. "The game, I mean," he added, tapping the green felt. Nina laughed and shook her head, she didn't really feel like finishing the game without Chibs. She had been enjoying the silent flirtation between them, that night may have felt like a strange dream but now they were finally beginning to square up to each other a little better.
"Don't worry, I think he was going to win anyway," she said, nodding to the balls on the table. "He's very good at this game."
"That's because his game's not very good," Tig chuckled. Nina blushed and looked away, if only he knew exactly how well Chibs' standoffish charm worked. "You wanna get high instead?"
She looked at him with a doe-like expression. "What an offer," she said curiously. "What, like weed?"
"We can start there," Tig winked. He took her hand and gave her a tug, leading her out of the club and across to the swing set. The night air was cool and comforting, it made her skin feel less flushed. He pressed her down to sit on the swing, lit a joint and pushed it into her fingers. He watched with a shiver of delight as she put it to her lips and took a drag.
"Shit, that's strong," she laughed, almost coughing as it hit her chest. Tig hung off the chain of his seat as he stared at her, he was like a lovesick puppy. She sent all sorts of chills through him, all he wanted to do was fuck her there and then.
"Feels good, right?" He could already see her pupils dilating. "I got a shitload of good stuff if you want to try it."
She didn't answer, she just enjoyed the floating melancholy feeling that was filling her body. Tig chewed on his lip, wondering how he could best proposition her. Maybe he should, like, try and be her friend first. Chicks loved that.
"So why'd you come to Charming?" he asked, studying her. She was already zoning out, it was beautiful to see her body loosening with every drag she took.
"Had to," she murmured dreamily. "Needed Daddy to keep an eye on me."
"You in some sort of trouble?" he asked, prising the joint back from her and taking another pull. She pouted a little and leaned across to whisper to him conspiratorially.
"I owe someone some money," she said, her lips grazing his ear as she didn't quite realise the distance between them. "He's not very happy with me. I'll ask Daddy for it. When he's less of an asshole."
Tig chuckled. "I can help you out, if you want. How much?"
She giggled. "A lot," she smiled, her dark hair falling over her eyes as she leaned towards him. "I was very bad."
Why'd she have to go and say things like that? Now he was hard, too hard. Thank God it was dark out, there was no way he could hide it from her otherwise.
"Very bad, huh?" He tiptoed his fingers along her arm but she barely noticed. He licked his lips as he added, "Would Daddy be mad?"
Whatever he said seemed to upset her, she suddenly withdrew from him and Tig scowled as she launched off the swing and headed back towards the clubhouse. He grunted as he scarpered after her to catch up.
"Hey, what's wrong?" She looked distressed and he held both of her arms tight to try and focus her. "You know what you need? A little buzz, that'll make you feel better." He offered her his hand. "Do you trust me?"
She didn't, hardly even a little, but she took his hand anyway as he led her back into the club. Leading her straight through the bar, he ushered her into chapel and shut the doors quickly behind him.
"Here."
Slipping a packet from his pocket, he tapped out a line for her on the table. He knocked out a different one for himself, one cut with better stuff than just a few roofies, and inhaled it in a damn instant. Nina stared at hers, unsure.
"This shit makes all the pain go away, baby," he said with a teasing smile. "I swear. I'll take care of you while you're up, I promise."
He watched, proud of his persuasion, as she pressed one nostril closed and took the line. She closed her eyes for a second and wobbled on her feet, Tig pressed her to sit on the edge of the table.
Her body looked so damn tempting to him as she sat there, almost visibly vibrating from the rush. It was only a little coke, a couple of E and a sprinkling of calmer, that was all, he wasn't worried. He'd just gone straight for the good stuff for himself but she needed more than blow.
Tig swallowed, strangely nervous, as he put his hands around her on the table and pushed his body between her legs, parting her knees as he came closer to her.
"You like that?" he asked. She thought he was asking about the high, she nodded and gasped as she suddenly felt his teeth sink into her neck, hungry for her. Her hand batted at his chest lightly, she hardly knew what she was doing as he urged her back to lie on the table.
"Tig..."
"I've been watching the way you look at me, baby," he murmured as his lips strayed along her jaw, nipping her ear lightly before he pressed a greedy kiss into her mouth. "I know you want me."
"I think I should go," she stammered as his hands slipped up beneath her top. Tig groaned with pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head as he gripped her tight, pressing her body back with his own.
"I think you should stay," he whispered. "In about sixty seconds you'll be too gone to fight this, just give yourself over to the rush."
He was persuasive, he had always been that way, but Nina was sure she didn't want to. As he yanked her tee over her head, she tried to slap him away but her knees, her arms, everything felt weak, too weak.
"Tig, please."
"That's it, baby." He ran his hand through her hair. "I like it when you say please." He jerked her skirt up and slipped his hand into her panties, she was already deliciously wet for him. Nina wanted to cry out but her tongue felt clumsy in her mouth, like she had no control, like she couldn't instruct any part of her to do as she willed.
"Don't fight it," Tig muttered as he undid his belt buckle. The metal hit the table and Nina's eyes grew wide as she heard the sound. She knew what was coming next and she was too weak to stop it.
Tig's own high was beginning to hit him now, he didn't realise how strong this shit was. The elastic of his boxers snapped away from his erection as he wrapped his hand around his cock, his own touch soothing his anxiety. Without hesitation, he eased into her, ignoring any resistance, and as she opened her mouth to cry out and he simply slammed his palm into her mouth to stop her from making a sound.
"Be a good girl," he said with a bitter growl. "We got one night, baby, one night."
From somewhere within her, the urge to fight him overpowered her and she wriggled and twisted to try and get away. Tig pushed her harder into the table, the reaper digging sharply into her back as he started to move faster, holding her down against the engraving. His mouth forced his tongue against hers, stifling her protestations and moans of pain as the table cut into her bare back just from the strength of his movements.
"Stop trying to ruin this," he snarled, angry that she was destroying his fantasies. He bit her lip hard, drawing blood, and as she fiercely tried to force her way out from beneath him, he gave her a rough slap across the face. "You're being a very bad girl."
She whimpered and stilled, closing her eyes beneath him, wishing it would just end. Tig groaned with relief, at least he could finish this way. Holding onto her arms as he moved against her, he let out an animalistic roar as he came. His hand thumped her shoulder hard but Nina was too detached to even react.
Tig grinned, satisfied, as he yanked himself up. He smugly tucked his penis back into his pants and smoothed his hair back, wiping the sweat away from his brow as he looked at her.
"You were just out of it," he said casually, as if he was explaining himself. "It was good, right?"
She sat up, whimpering softly as she slipped off the table, keeping as much distance between them as she could. Tig swore as he saw the blood dripping down her back, the image of the reaper torn into her skin by the rough sex they had had.
"Oh fuck."
There was no doubt about it, Jax was going to go mad. He watched as she pulled her tee back on and straightened her skirt before sinking into the corner with her knees to her chin. Tig glanced around.
"Come on, Nina, you can't be in here." He frowned as he wiped his fingertips over the red stains on the table, shit. He pulled out his rag from the garage and tried to wipe it off, only smearing oil across it instead. Frustrated, he shoved it back in his pocket and looked at her. "Come on, I said."
When she didn't move, he rolled his eyes dramatically and frowned. Kicking at Jax's chair, he overturned it and watched as she flinched in the corner.
"Silly little girl," he muttered. "You wanted to play, don't get all coquettish with me now. Bitches love Sons, there's a dozen girls out there who would kill for what you just had."
When she didn't respond, he grunted and stormed out. Snapping at the prospect on the bar, he snatched up a bottle of Jack and downed half of it in one go. It was meant to be fun and sexy and fulfilling but now he just felt... numb.