Prompt #299- Commit - Committed - Dustandroses - HBO's Oz

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Title: Committed
Fandom: HBO's Oz
Author: dustandroses
Beta: None yet
Character/Pairing: Tobias Beecher, Alvarez/Beecher
Rating:  Hard R for Language, talk of a Sexual Nature and talk of Rape
Genre: Character Study/Vignette
Warnings: Talk of Rape
Summary: Toby contemplates how he ended up in a pod with Miguel Alvarez, of all people, and then he just contemplates Alvarez' ass.
Spoilers: thru Season Six, Episode Six, Exeunt Omnes
Word Count: 1,121 words
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Prompt Notes: Written for tamingthemuse Prompt #299 - Commit
Notes: ~sigh~  This was meant to be a short 500 word story.  Of course it's not, once again proving Ozsaur and Trillingstar right, when they insist that I can almost never write as short a story as I say I can.  My apologies for my lateness in posting this on ttm, my internet has been out all evening/early morning, and it's taken me this long to finally get a connection.  (Which, in my defense, had something to do with the length - after all, I couldn't post it, so I just kept fiddling with it.)  Now that it's posted, I'll have to quit fiddling.




Committed


Toby watched as Miguel bent over the sink, his ass jittering slightly in time to his arm's movements, the smell of toothpaste heavy in the air of the tiny pod. Funny how some things struck him after all these years in prison. He was like Pavlov’s dog. The smell of toothpaste made him horny; thinking about all the things that would happen after the lights went out. Speaking of... The lights snapped out, one bank after another, their pod dimming to the half-twilit gloom of nighttime in Emerald City.

He could still see Miguel's form, the white of his t-shirt and boxers glowing slightly in the half-light, but he couldn't see the way Miguel's ass moved in time to his arm, anymore. That was a shame, because Miguel had one fine ass. Oh, well. At least he'd get the chance to touch it, once the first set of rounds were over, and the inhabitants of Em City moved into the next phase of their day. All part of the routine of Oz.

He shivered suddenly, remembering his first day in Oz, his suit and tie marking him the outsider in a world of convicts and thugs; an easy mark. The bored tone of Whittlesey's recitation about The Routine had flowed over him, barely registering in the haze of his panic, but they rang true, even all these years later. The hacks still told them when to eat and sleep, when to exercise and when to piss. They even determined when they fucked, despite Whittlesey's admonitions of “no yelling, no fighting, no fucking.”

There was a time for everything in Oz, and after the hack's first rounds was the time for fucking. Not that the hacks encouraged it, but they knew it happened. Sometimes they turned a blind eye, and sometimes they didn’t. Of course, not everybody could wait; he could see the new kid he’d sat next to while they watched TV earlier being held down by one of the bikers already. At least rape tended to be over quickly; he'd have the rest of the night to recover. Recover. Yeah, right. Give him twenty years - he was never going to be the same.

Toby sighed, wishing there was something he could do for the poor kid, but he knew how it went. He'd been there himself. No one had dared to try and stop Schillinger from burning a swastika on Toby’s ass and there was nothing he could do to stop this, either. At least not if he intended to keep his own head off a platter. He and Miguel had made a deal – no stupid stuff. If they wanted to stay together, they had to be careful. That would definitely not be careful.

He sighed again as Miguel jumped up to his bunk. Miguel settled a little, then stuck his head back down, his dark eyes hidden in the shadows as he sought Toby's.

“What's got you sighing like that?”

Toby shrugged. “Dwelling on the past, I guess.” He turned onto his back, deliberately turning his back on the kid, and grinned wickedly at Miguel. “Waiting for the hacks to get through with rounds, so I can fuck you into this mattress.”

“Oh, no. Not tonight.” Miguel's head shook, and Toby had to smile, he looked hilarious hanging upside down like that. “Tonight it's my turn.”

“Yeah,” Toby agreed, “you're right. Your turn to get fucked into the mattress.”

“But you fucked me last night!”

“And I'm going to do it again tonight,” Toby assured him.

It was Miguel's turn to sigh. “Not that I don't like it when you fuck me, but there's something wrong with this picture.”

Miguel sounded like he was pouting, and Toby laughed as he pictured it, wishing the lights weren't quite so dim so he could see it as well. “Well... Maybe there'll be time for both.”

“Right.” Toby could practically hear Miguel rolling his eyes. “Whatever.” He pulled his head back up and fell back onto his mattress, cursing in Spanish as his head swam dizzily, like it always did when he pulled that stunt.

Toby laughed again, and this time it was Miguel who sighed heavily. “Shut up. You should be saving your strength for later. When I’m fucking you.”

Toby snickered. Miguel was good for him. He made Toby laugh, and there had been far too little laughter in his life since he'd landed in Oz. Between Schillinger and Keller, he'd almost forgotten what it was like to be happy. Well, as happy as anybody could get in a hellhole like Oz.

It was ironic that Keller's last big hurrah, killing all the bikers and Aryan's in the mail room, would have brought Toby together with Miguel as they fought for their lives and their sanity in the overcrowded cells of Randall Penitentiary. By the time they got transferred back to Oz, they'd been friends and lovers, and he'd found the stability and safety they both needed in the very last place he'd ever expected to find it. Who'd have ever imagined he'd be in a committed relationship with Miguel Alvarez?

Committed. Now that was a weird word, wasn't it? As a lawyer, and despite no longer having the papers that proved it Toby knew he'd always be a lawyer, he understood exactly what a strange word committed was. He'd committed a crime, and landed in Oz, only to commit many more crimes since he got here. Both he and Miguel had both had their moments of insanity. If they’d done on the outside the things they’d done here in Oz, they’d both have been committed to an institute for the criminally insane. Now, here he was, finally committed to a partner he knew he could trust.

Miguel slipped down to the floor, sliding into the bunk next to Toby, pulling the sheet over them both. Toby had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he'd missed the hack's rounds entirely. Good thing he was locked into his own pod, that kind of inattention could get you killed in an instant, even here in Em City. He moaned as Miguel slid one knee over his legs, his low, sexy voice whispering all the things he was going to do to Toby tonight.

Toby shuddered. That voice cut right through him, laying him bare as Miguel wove his magic around them both. He knew he'd end up on bottom tonight, but that was okay, he really didn't mind. He was just jerking Miguel's chain, 'cause it was so much fun to do. Miguel would get what he wanted in the end, but there was nothing to say Toby couldn't make him work for it. After all, that was half the fun.



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