Original that I've made is 800x900 pix but it was too big. What do you think? Oh and the words are from Elton John's song.
au revoir
Author: me
Genre: AU
Characters: T-Bag, the warden of Fox River, Alan Black - fictional FBI agent
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: After many years, T-Bag is still in prison. Suddenly, the FBI is very interested in some consequences for him, in light of his...exciting past.
Time and Time Again
Based on the novels by Thomas Harris
And TV show “Prison Break”
And TV show “Prison Break”
Two men were walking along the prison corridor. Fox River State Penitentiary was becoming a prison out of order, a prison with almost no rules and comfort. Just one of these sad, scary buildings with nothing else left but its glorious past.
“Do you know what you are doing, Mister?”
“I believe that is none of your business, Warden”
Heavy iron grating slowly moved. An elegant man in a black suit came inside a cell and sat on a chair. Two guards came after him. A short prisoner in a blue shirt looked at the visitor strangely. His brown eyes literally shone for a while, when he saw a words “FBI visitor” on a guest’s badge.
“Welcome. Welcome to my…” The shorter man stopped and waved his hand in some strange gesture.
He was at least fifty, very skinny and slim. His hair was supposedly brown once. Now it was almost completely silver. When the guards looked at him, the prisoner stroked his goatee and smirked slowly.
“The visitor…? Well, well, well… What do I owe this honor?” he asked the FBI agent.
The visitor looked at him and took out of his pocket a small Dictaphone. Then he put it on a the table and turned it on. Then he took a deep breath and started to lie…
“Mister Bagwell, my name is Alan Black. I’m a former retired employee of the FBI and I came here today because of…” The warden seemed to be shocked after this statement, but he didn’t say anything.
“Wow! Slow down, doc! What’s that?” Bagwell squinted his eyes and pointed at the Dictaphone.
“Easy, T-Bag,” growled the warden.
“<<T-Bag>>?” The prisoner started to laugh.
It was obvious that he hadn't done that for a very long time – his voice was reedy and harsh.
“It’s been years since someone’ called me <<T-Bag>>. Are ya tryin’ to con somethin’ out of me, Warden?” said Bagwell, still smirking.
Black looked at him closely, then he asked the warden quietly:
“Please, can you leave us alone?”
“Oh, that’s nice… A little bit of privacy.” T-Bag sat on his bunk and looked contemptuously at the FBI agent.
“Are you sure, Mr. Black?” asked the warden, going out along with his people.
“Yes, I am. I was trained to deal with… Criminals. Sir,” he smiled when he saw T-Bag, who started to play with his Dictaphone.
“I’m not a criminal, boi. I’m just a professional,” he smirked and put the appliance on the table.
“As you wish, Mr. Bagwell.” Black turned it on and smiled slightly.
He sat on a chair and made sure no one was passing through the corridor.
“An’ you have to be good… Really good, in fact that you let them leave ya alone with such a bad boy as me,” Bagwell grinned evilly and slowly licked his lips. “Why d’you need this thin’ any way?”
“I was good, Mr. Bagwell. So were you. You were the worst criminal inside these walls, weren’t you?”
T-Bag laughed again.
“I’m flattered, Alan. Really. But that’s not enough. I still don’t know why you're botherin’ me.” Theodore narrowed his eyes. He was still smiling though, and maybe that was what made the ex-agent feel strange thrills of fear when he looked at Bagwell.
“I am here, Mr. Bagwell, because of the FBI…”
“But you’re not in the FBI any more, are ya?”
“Let me finish… Please.” Alan slowly started to lose his temper. He turned off the Dictaphone. All right. Why don’t try it in that way? If this is going to help…
T-Bag smiled provocatively. “I’m all ears…” He shifted to sit more comfortably on his bunk.
Black sighed.
“All right. I am here because of the FBI. We need some reconstruction of your files and, as far as I know, I was the last person who had your case. That’s why I need this informations…” he wrote something on a sheet of paper and gave the note to Bagwell.
He looked at it and started to read. After every single thing, his eyebrows were going higher.
“All right… Weight, height, eye colour, crimes – those I can understand, but why the hell do you need my biography?”
“For… No reason. Those instructions were from my boss. Ask him.”
Theodore looked at the agent and started to think about what he had just heard.
“Very well…” he smirked evily. “I was born in Alabama…” Alan discreetly turned on the Dictaphone.
***
“I believe you got what you wanted, Mr. Black?”
“I believe we will find the last girl he killed, if that’s what you mean, Warden.”
“Technically, yes. Well, let’s suppose you will find this girl… Or what is left of her… What will be next?”
“Does your electric chair still work?”
Fin.
01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
02) What was your dream growing up?
03) What talent do you wish you had?
04) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
05) Favorite vegetable?
06) What was the last book you read?
07) What zodiac sign are you?
08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
09) Worst Habit?
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11) What is your favorite sport?
12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
16) Do you have any pets?
17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18) What was your first impression of me?
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22) What color eyes do you have?
23) Ever been arrested?
24) Bottle or can soda?
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
27) What's your favorite place to hang out at?
28) Do you believe in ghosts?
29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
30) Do you swear a lot?
31) Biggest pet peeve?
32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
34) Favourite and least favourite food?
35) Do you believe in God?
36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
Please, be patient for...this. As you could read in my profile, English is not my native language.
Edit: Thanks so much for (The real) Froggy ^^ for her beta. And patience.
Title: 'Mr. Hyde'
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: TAbruzzi
Notes: 15+ (porn)
“Oh, come on, John Boi… Look at me! An’ stop acting like a baby!”
“Shut it, Bagwell.”
The Doors started to play „Love Me Two Times” from an old stereo. A thin, short man came closer to an armchair. With a careless, roguish gesture, he brushed aside his hair.
“John” Bagwell said firmly, with a disarming smile.
A taller man, sitting in the armchair, grinned evilly and started to read a book.
“Johnny Boy, it was just the one, single beer…”
“Four.”
“All right, all right. So, four beers with one or two…”
“Four. There were four of them, Bagwell”
“Okay! With four women…”
“Girls”
“Well… Maybe, but ya know, they were old-looking, ugly and…” The shorter man started looking a little desperate.
„…much younger than you, beautiful, blond students” John said carelessly. He focused on the book.”Bagwell, if you think…”
The murderer smiled a little bit foolishly. Abruzzi lost his point in the discussion - especially when Bagwell sat on his lap and removed the book from his hands.
“An’ there I was, thinking ya weren’t jealous, Mister Mafia.” Theodore was still smiling in his strange way.
Abruzzi froze him with a single look. He pushed him away and again started to read. T-Bag didn’t care. He skipped to a new song and looked straight at John. The mobster still ignored him.
Teddy started to remove his shirt, with the skills of a real stripper - still no reaction from Abruzzi. Ted came closer to him and slowly took off his shirt. He smirked slowly when John looked at him with contempt.
“I told ya to look at me, John.” Theodore smiled, playing with his belt. John rolled his eyes.
“What do you want?”
“I’m staring” Bagwell smiled. ”Staring at you. That doesn’t piss ya off?”
“Who wouldn’t want to stare at me?” Abruzzi grimaced.
“Look, Johnny. I’m gonna show ya something you won’t see anywhere else.”
Ted stripped down and looked at John possessively. He growled at him and
stood up.
“What?” John licked his lips. ”A naked pedophile with a strange need to fuck with a mad mobster?”
“Exactly, Johnny” Teddy grinned evilly.
“Talk about me like that again and you won’t sit for a week,” Abruzzi drawled, catching T-Bag’s hips with his hands.
“Johnny Boi,” the murderer whispered in his ear and smiled evilly. He loved to provoke him.
“You are asking for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes. So show me your littleinner bastard.” Teddy took his hand.
“Today there is only Mr. Hyde. And he’s mad as hell” Abruzzi murmured in his ear.
Ted shook a little bit and couldn’t believe it was from simple need or fear. Whenever Abruzzi wanted sex, he could be frightening.
John removed his trousers. He didn’t want to wait to show Bagwell what he wanted. Lately he could hardly refuse Theodore anything. And he wanted his revenge from watching Theodore flirting with four blonde beauties. He wanted to fuck him; fuck him hard, no matter what. Fuck him, until Ted would whimper he belonged to him.
“I won’t be tender. Don’t ask,” he murmured.
“I have no need to…”
“Good… But today I want to be very sadistic.” John spread Bagwell’s legs while he had him face to face.
John pushed into him. It was painful and rough. With no words of affection, without a single gesture of kindness.
T-Bag groaned in pain. “You’ll pay me for this, John.”
“You wish…” John stroked Theodore’s back. “Save your voice and moan for me.”
“I won’t!” T-Bag immediately sucked his breath and close his mouth.
“You wanted this, so moan, bitch.”
John pushed into him harder and Bagwell moaned, slowly started to feel a familiar warmth and pleasure instead of the ache. John was inside him, along with that hot, rough pleasure, giving him as much as he wanted; as much as he needed. This raw, disgusting ecstasy in the company of the sweet pleasure of sinning.
“I ain’t your bitch, Abruzzi.” Teddy’s voice was strangely close to tenor, when John was still so deep, so hard and unforgiving.
“No. You just let me to fuck…” John let himself for a short cry of pleasure. „…you. But that’s too long name and few differences. I prefer <<bitch>>. ”
T-Bag, as always, couldn’t resist that any more. Just John’s voice, touch and lack of mercy could drive him crazy like that. Could make him scream in ecstasy.
“John…”
“Yes?”
“Mm…Harder” Teddy whispered, closing his eyes.
When Abruzzi came inside him, T-Bag whimpered loudly, feeling his inside pulsate and if he could, would probably scream. Half from pleasure, half from pain. When Abruzzi possessively kissed Ted’s neck, he smiled happily and turned on his back.
“Don’t look at me like that” John smiled back. „Sometimes you get out of control.” He stroked his hip, but suddenly stopped and looked at it with kind of frustration.
“Theodore.”
“Mm, yes?” Teddy smiled, closing his eyes and wanting more petting.
“I guess you have no idea what a red heart made of Chanel’s lipstick is doing at your hips?”
“What?!” Theodore sat and looked down. „Oh, shit…”
“<<Oh, shit>>? That’s clear enough,” He squinted his eyes.
“How did you know it’s the Chanel?!”
“I came straight from my heart,” John drawled, standing up.
“Wait, John, wait! It was just… That signature…”
“ <<Call me, luv ya, Janice>>? Yes, I’d be glad to listen some new, funny story of yours.” John pulled up his trousers and looked at T-Bag in strange way. He seemed to be… Indifferent?
Bagwell cursed loudly and stood up, not letting John get mad this time. He took his hand and kissed him, forcing John's lips to his own and pulling him to the floor.
John allowed him that kiss and then pushed him away with an angry expression.
“Mmm-mm-m. Did I tell ya whatcha can have from me?” Teddy slowly licked his lips.
“Never-ending stupidity?” John barked, obviously getting his limits of good will.
“Nah. Never-ending sex appeal …” Ted chew his lip and smiled like a little boy.
John looked at him carefully. After long minutes he smiled back.
Abruzzi couldn’t refuse Theodore anything – in that case, refuse taking all of what Theodore offered him.
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