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Mar. 16th, 2004 08:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
castalieAh la la, what's better after a busy day than immersing yourself in hot, dirty and rough prison sex! Hmm? Yeah, I'm talking about Oz here. What did you think? *eg*
I was in the mood for some Oz this evening - maybe because of a live arrest I saw today - and found a writer I'd never read - and don't ask me why: Gemma Files. I guess when you look for stories, you're bound to miss some absolutely brilliant ones from to time to time. Bad timing. Bad luck.
Anyway. I read three of her stories so far- and damn she got me good. Pfew! You know the whole concept of being able to resist everything but temptation? Well just try to imagine me reading a story that begins with this:
*To*bi*as." Vern lifted a finger and actually *wagged* it at the man. "Play nice."
The man froze -- one instant of dead stillness. "Sir."
A flat, uninflected word.
And then he stepped to the side of the bed, all the fury gone -- so completely Keller had to blink. It was as if he'd disappeared and been replaced by a different man who just happened to superficially look the same. The freak -- "Tobias" -- dropped to his knees beside Vern's bunk, without grace but without awkwardness, and let his head droop demurely. Vern reached out and ruffled his hair.
"That's my baby," he murmured.
Before Keller could think of something to say Vern looked up at him. "So just in case you were wondering -- you don't need to worry your pretty little head about me, Chris. As you can see -- " his hand stopping, fingers tightening almost imperceptibly -- "I'm a happily married man."
"And... this is the missus?"
Or this :
"Chris Keller -- Tobias Beecher." Vern glanced at the blond, moving Tobias' head gently back and forth, as if entreating a shy child. "Tobias. Say hi."
Tobias glanced up through lowered gilt lashes, then lifted his left hand, back towards Keller, and waggled the ring finger slightly.
(Is he flippin' me off? With the wrong finger...)
Oh, *Jesus.*
The band of darkness around the ring finger that Keller had automatically assumed to be a ring -- even though he *knew* you weren't usually allowed to wear rings in prison -- was a *tattoo*. A closely-woven, intricate mesh of thorned strands, like a band of barbed wire, in a stark black that made a startling contrast against the pale hand. And given the tat's detail and its location -- right in the middle of one of the skin's most sensitive areas, almost directly over bone -- the only thing Chris could think was:
(Man. That had to *hurt.*)
"Hi, Chris." Saccharine and mocking.
"I can see you're... committed," Keller managed. Thinking:
(Christ, you should BE committed. Both of you crazy fucks.)
"Oh, hell, yeah." Vern's eyes shifted back to Beecher. "Show him your engagement present, cupcake."
A moment -- a flicker from Beecher's eyes, pale blue meeting paler; that set look in Vern's, unreadable and implacable -- and then Beecher turned and dropped trou, mooning Keller without a sound or a wiggle. Keller blinked down at the uneven, swastika-shaped scar on the (much better-shaped) gold-furred butt before him.
(You don't like this nearly as much as you let on, do you, kitty-cat?)
Not that *THAT* takes a whole lot of smarts to guess.
"Gave him that the first night we met," Vern reminisced. "Took a little time, 'cause you know, he was squirming and all, but I think it came out all right. Don't you?"
I'm sorry but with that kind of scene, you can be sure you just got yourself a new fan, a new slave, a new prag - damn, you can do whatever you want with me!
Also, I know, it's technically a Schillinger/Beecher fic... but there's Beecher/Keller in the making, and even if it wasn't the case, I would have read it anyway.
I've been wanting to read some Schillinger/Beecher for some time, because helLO the man owned Toby - but strangely enough, I never really found what I wanted, so when I found out those fics - well, it felt like heaven *g* It's painful to read at times, but then the show was as well - and really... slave!Toby is just a sight to behold. Absolutely brilliant and enticing, in a totally perverted kind of way *eg*
In case you want to read more - and who could blame you - it's at Gemma's site, and the story I - largely, sorry about that, btw - quoted is Unbound. Sadly it's not finished though. If you don't like that kind of thing.
I was in the mood for some Oz this evening - maybe because of a live arrest I saw today - and found a writer I'd never read - and don't ask me why: Gemma Files. I guess when you look for stories, you're bound to miss some absolutely brilliant ones from to time to time. Bad timing. Bad luck.
Anyway. I read three of her stories so far- and damn she got me good. Pfew! You know the whole concept of being able to resist everything but temptation? Well just try to imagine me reading a story that begins with this:
*To*bi*as." Vern lifted a finger and actually *wagged* it at the man. "Play nice."
The man froze -- one instant of dead stillness. "Sir."
A flat, uninflected word.
And then he stepped to the side of the bed, all the fury gone -- so completely Keller had to blink. It was as if he'd disappeared and been replaced by a different man who just happened to superficially look the same. The freak -- "Tobias" -- dropped to his knees beside Vern's bunk, without grace but without awkwardness, and let his head droop demurely. Vern reached out and ruffled his hair.
"That's my baby," he murmured.
Before Keller could think of something to say Vern looked up at him. "So just in case you were wondering -- you don't need to worry your pretty little head about me, Chris. As you can see -- " his hand stopping, fingers tightening almost imperceptibly -- "I'm a happily married man."
"And... this is the missus?"
Or this :
"Chris Keller -- Tobias Beecher." Vern glanced at the blond, moving Tobias' head gently back and forth, as if entreating a shy child. "Tobias. Say hi."
Tobias glanced up through lowered gilt lashes, then lifted his left hand, back towards Keller, and waggled the ring finger slightly.
(Is he flippin' me off? With the wrong finger...)
Oh, *Jesus.*
The band of darkness around the ring finger that Keller had automatically assumed to be a ring -- even though he *knew* you weren't usually allowed to wear rings in prison -- was a *tattoo*. A closely-woven, intricate mesh of thorned strands, like a band of barbed wire, in a stark black that made a startling contrast against the pale hand. And given the tat's detail and its location -- right in the middle of one of the skin's most sensitive areas, almost directly over bone -- the only thing Chris could think was:
(Man. That had to *hurt.*)
"Hi, Chris." Saccharine and mocking.
"I can see you're... committed," Keller managed. Thinking:
(Christ, you should BE committed. Both of you crazy fucks.)
"Oh, hell, yeah." Vern's eyes shifted back to Beecher. "Show him your engagement present, cupcake."
A moment -- a flicker from Beecher's eyes, pale blue meeting paler; that set look in Vern's, unreadable and implacable -- and then Beecher turned and dropped trou, mooning Keller without a sound or a wiggle. Keller blinked down at the uneven, swastika-shaped scar on the (much better-shaped) gold-furred butt before him.
(You don't like this nearly as much as you let on, do you, kitty-cat?)
Not that *THAT* takes a whole lot of smarts to guess.
"Gave him that the first night we met," Vern reminisced. "Took a little time, 'cause you know, he was squirming and all, but I think it came out all right. Don't you?"
I'm sorry but with that kind of scene, you can be sure you just got yourself a new fan, a new slave, a new prag - damn, you can do whatever you want with me!
Also, I know, it's technically a Schillinger/Beecher fic... but there's Beecher/Keller in the making, and even if it wasn't the case, I would have read it anyway.
I've been wanting to read some Schillinger/Beecher for some time, because helLO the man owned Toby - but strangely enough, I never really found what I wanted, so when I found out those fics - well, it felt like heaven *g* It's painful to read at times, but then the show was as well - and really... slave!Toby is just a sight to behold. Absolutely brilliant and enticing, in a totally perverted kind of way *eg*
In case you want to read more - and who could blame you - it's at Gemma's site, and the story I - largely, sorry about that, btw - quoted is Unbound. Sadly it's not finished though. If you don't like that kind of thing.
