Laying Claim

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Summary: Hawk comes to take what’s his.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: R
SERIES/SETTING: Because You're Mine
CHARACTERS: Hawk/Red, Hawk POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #103 (#78 for me) - Temptation
COMPLETED: July 18, 2008
WORDS: 3,849
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
AUTHOR’S NOTE: It took awhile for me to get this voice back but he's finally back and talking. Hope you enjoy!
AUTHOR'S NOTE2: Thanks to Zippit for the awesome beta!
AUTHOR'S NOTE3: From time to time we’ll be using some "prison slang" that might not be familiar. We will have definitions at the bottom but if you don’t want to wait until the end they will be hot linked in the fic. Also if we don’t define something you want an answer to, just give us an email and we’d be more than happy to discuss it.
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Prison Laundry: Los Angeles Corrections Facility

It’s finally time.

It’s been two weeks since I got out of Ad-Seg and I know Cowboy and some of the boys can’t understand why I’ve waited so long to make a move.  But I have my reasons.  I wanted to know more about my new conquest before I made him my bitch.  Anyone can use force and take.  Lust and greed are the way of the world here for power or pleasure it don’t matter.  But brute force ain’t what I’m wantin’.  It ain’t a matter of pity or mercy, I just don’t like havin’ to worry about my dick being bit off by some unbroke punk.  Also ain’t fond of using the pass around queens that’re  so wore out you ain’t got no idea what they might be carryin’.  I prefer fresh fish, the fresher the better.  And there ain’t no doubt Red is fresh as they come.

Selfish lust is the law of the land here be it for power or carnal pleasure but sheer force isn’t what I’m wantin’. 

He’s had a little over a week to get used to his new job in the laundry and that’s time enough for him to get good and comfortable.  Rest of the crew thinks he ain’t so smart but I’m not buying it.  I’ve never known a hacker to be an idiot, ignorant of the world around them maybe, but not an idiot.  That’s why I want him to be comfortable.  More of a chance for me to slip in when he’s givin’ into the monotonous grind of the bland surroundings.  I’ve waited long enough.  Now it’s time to make my move.

No one goes to the laundry if they don’t hafta.  Buried deep in the bowels under the prison it’s nothing less than a sauna even the guards wanna avoid.  If Pretty Tony didn’t have such a sweet tooth for exotic chocolate there’s no way I’da been able to keep him here.  As it is his patience is already runnin’ thin.  But the secluded nature and miserable surroundings of this place make it a breeding ground for gang rape and beat downs.  More than one virgin cherry’s been popped inside these walls that don’t give a damn how much you scream.  What’s one more?
 
Slip into the overheated room easily because not even the guards like to come down here.  Half the time they’re looking for any reason to escape the heat and flickering fluorescent lights.  Look around the room and catch Pretty Tony’s eye as he works at the sorting table and give him a nod.  He told me exactly when to be here and I know he’ll be on look out long as I need.  With only his eyes he leads me to the back storage room and I quickly make my way over, the few others working the room not even bothering to take notice of me.  Anyone unlucky enough to pull this shift ain’t one who’s gonna challenge me.  Glance to the open stock room and a grin slides across my face.  Time and privacy.  That’s a rare commodity ‘round here.

Reach the open doorway and block it, one arm on the door frame and watch him rummaging around one of the shelves for soap or who knows what.  Ain’t matter to me.  Run my gaze over him and shake my head at how scrawny he is.  Easy prey for a wolf like me.  He’s lucky I’m the one who’s anglin’ for a taste.  Anyone else wouldn’t be near as forgiving.  Clear my throat when he doesn’t notice me and he whips around, eyes widening when he sees me.  I expect bargaining, maybe even begging, but instead he just holds my gaze with piercing blue eyes.  I was right.  There’s a lot more to this redneck than people think.

Tilt my head and run my gaze over him before I step into the room and push the door almost shut.  Closed doors arouse suspicion but a slightly cracked one will go unnoticed, at least for awhile.  I won’t need long.  Lock my eyes with his ice blue stare and finally tell him bluntly, “You owe me, Red.”

His eyes widen a little more but I have to give him credit because that’s his only reaction save glancing at the shelves beside him.  He’s thinking.  I can read it on his face.  He’s plotting a way out but he’s gotta know there ain’t no way he’s making it around me.  Height-wise he might have an inch on me, but realistically I’m twice his size in everything that matters.  I bet all of this an’ more is running through his head but I see the instant he gives in.  The slump of his shoulders and the flat but still defiant look in his eyes lets me know he’s finally realized that he ain’t got no choice.  He’s mine and there ain’t nothin’ he can do about it.

“Was wondering when you’d take me up on it.”  He tells me in a surprisingly strong voice and it hits me that seeing me wasn’t a surprise at all.  Sure I startled him but one look lets me know he’s been expecting this for awhile…and he didn’t do a thing to try and stop it.  No begging.  No deals.  No asking the boys to change my mind.  No, just quiet resignation.  This might not be so bad after all.  He does owe me.  The fact he realizes that means this could be exactly what I’m looking for.

Run my eyes over him again, leering at him until he squirms.  “You’re too thin.”  Take another step forward and I’m not surprised when he takes one back, only thing is he’s backing himself right into the damn corner between the shelves of cleaning supplies.  “Half the guys in here could break you in half.”  He fidgets again and I take advantage of it by moving closer, trying to look down on him even though we’re close to the same height.  “You walk with your head down too much.  Wanna be in your own world, save it for lock down.”

His head jerks up at my words and he knows I’ve caught him.  He was already tryin’ to shut down again and you can’t do that in here.  Doin’ that gets you killed.  Smart as he seems he should realize that.   Maybe if he’d get his head out of the damn books he carries around he might wake to see this isn’t a damn playground.  At least not for him. 

“Why do you care?” he snaps and it’s all I can do not to smile at the scowl on his face.  But smiles ain’t intimidating and I’ve long since given up anything that isn’t. Reach up to rest my hand on one of the higher metal shelves, further cornering him, and stare him down until he fidgets again.  He’s still not thinking right.  He’s still thinking like he’s on the outside where people actually do care about things.  No one cares in here.  Here it’s all instinct and animal desire.  Sooner he learns that the easier this will be.

“I don’t.”  Narrow my eyes at him and tell him in a lower voice, “My influence only goes so damn far, Red.”  He blinks at my words and I realize he must’ve thought I had all the power in the world.  Flattering but bullshit.  No one has that kind of power. There are no guarantees in here.  Only what you can take.  “You act like a victim you’re gonna become one…or do you wanna be the cell block’s bitch?”

“Don’t really wanna be a bitch at all,” he mumbles with a pointed glare and I know exactly what he’s saying.  He still thinks he has a choice.  When’s he gonna understand he lost all his free will the instant he walked into this hell hole?  He’s lucky I have patience.  Anyone else would’ve been balls deep in his virgin ass by now.  As it is my patience is already wearing thin when he speaks again, “So?  What does your ‘influence’ entitle you to anyway?”

“Any damn thing I want,” I growl and press him further into the corner.  I see that quiet defiance flash across his face again but it fades the instant his eyes meet mine.  “You been touched?  Anyone lay a hand on you yet?”  As he shakes his head, I lower my voice until it’s cold as ice.  “That privilege was bought with my blood, a night in the infirmary and three in the hole.  You’re looking pretty weak, Red.  It’s time to pay for my carrying you.”

He clenches his jaw tight and lowers his eyes for a moment.  I think about snapping at him for it again but instead I watch to see what he does.   He’s thinking.  I can all but see it and I know he must be weighing out the options he still thinks he has and I let him.  If he thinks he still has a choice that could work to my advantage.  There’s no way in hell I’m letting him go now but maybe I can make this more worthwhile for the future.  It’s rare to get someone in here who’s even half willing unless you go for one of the queens and those fags really do nothing for me.  I doubt I could even get it up.  Red may be a little slight right now but that can change.  There ain’t nothing womanly about him either.  It’s no wonder Rodriguez and his boys wanted him.

“Carnal law, is it?”  Puzzle at his words and now it’s my turn to study him because unless I’m hearin’ things I didn’t hear that thick accent he’s always using.  Fucker sounds smart and if he means carnal as in animals he couldn’t be more right. 

“That’s what we all are, ain’t it?  Just animals.  Bunch of caged beasts.”  His eyes turn up to meet mine and for once I think he’s actually listening to me and somehow there’s something a little...intimidating about that?  Eh, I’m just not used to being looked at like I have all the answers.  Lower my voice again, “Only the strong survive, Red.  Don’t forget that.”

He nods to me slowly and for a moment I get the feeling he’s trying to look inside me or something.  Unwavering, piercing blue eyes stare at me but I don’t budge an inch.  He can stare at me as long as he wants as long as some of this sinks in.  I’d hate to end up spilling my blood for nothing.  He watches me another long moment before looking away and I take that chance to stop screwin’ around.  “But right now, you’re gonna get me off.  I’ve more than earned it.”

His head snaps back around and that steely glare he had earlier is gone, replaced with one of total panic.  He might have been expecting this, but he still ain’t ready.  That’s just tough because I am.  I’ve played with him long enough.  It’s time I got some fuckin’ action. 

“H-h-how?”

His unsteady words take me off guard because…I didn’t expect him to ask.  Coming down here I had every intention of having his pale ass against the wall or, hell, anywhere.  Then I saw that crooked mouth of his and I was determined to have those lips wrapped around my cock.  But now as he stares at me…I don’t feel like forcing him…yet.  Oh, I’ll have him.  But just the fact he’d even ask “how” has me thinking he’s different than the others and I can’t even believe my own words.

“Don’t care.  I’ll leave this time up to you.”

What the fuck are you doing, Hawk?  You don’t give the bitch options!  That’s just gonna make you look weak.  If the boys find out you’re letting the fish decide, that you’re being nice you’ll lose everything.  Fuck.  I haven’t spent five years building myself up to let this skinny hacker tear it all down.  If they knew….  But they don’t.  Pretty Tony’s shootin’ jiggers and I know damn well he won’t be lookin’ in on me.  He wouldn’t dare.  We’ve got a little privacy this time so, fuck, what’s it gonna hurt?

“But I ain’t ever…I mean…I’m not….”

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.  I give him a break and he starts this shit?  Reach out to grab him by his jumpsuit and slam him back into the corner hard enough to make him gasp for breath.  Lock eyes on him and bare my teeth I’m so fucking pissed.  “You think those guys that were gonna gang rape you gave a shit about what got you off or what you have or haven’t done?  You need to wake the fuck up and open your eyes.  The outside world don’t exist no more.  We’re all we have and believe me, you’d do a whole lot better being my bitch than taking your chances out there.”  Narrow my eyes at him and lean in until I’m right in his face.  “Or should I let it be known you’re fair game?”

“N-n-noo.  No, don’t-don’t do that.”  He licks his lips and shudders under my hand.  He reaches up to pull at my grip but I only tighten it and push him harder into the corner.  “I’ll do what you want,” he says rapidly and that’s when I realize he wasn’t pushing at my hand.  He’s holding on.  He must’ve thought I was really going to leave him.  Hint of a smirk touches my lips because I know I can exploit this.  I’m familiar and apparently he craves familiar.

“You have a real pretty mouth, Red.  I’m sure there’s lots of guys who’d love to see what you could do with it.”  Feel him tremble even harder and I finally take a little mercy even though it ain’t my style.  “You get off easy this time, long as you stop wasting my damn time.”

Blue eyes go wide again and he nods quickly, releasing my hand.  I keep my eyes locked on him, watching his every move and his hands tremble when he goes to unzip my jumpsuit.  Don’t make a move, stand as still as unmovable stone and let him do it all himself, only dropping my shoulders to let the top of the rough orange fabric fall around my waist.  Put my hand back on the metal shelf to keep him blocked in, even though I know he ain’t going anywhere. He ain’t gonna risk it.

Feel his shaking hand tug the zipper lower and I’m already more than half hard at the very thought of gettin’ off.  Any touch is better than your own, even the hand job I’m pretty sure I’m gonna get.  I want more.  I want his mouth that’s pressed into a hard line as he reaches his hand inside my underwear to pull out my cock.  But I can wait…until next time.  This time I need him to see there ain’t no damn way out.  Next time I’ll start to break him in.

Suck in a sharp breath when I feel his hot hand on my skin and hiss when his tentative touch runs over me.  C’mon, dammit, I know you can do better.  Stare him down, but he’s looking at a point over my shoulder.  Start to bitch at him but then he squeezes his hand tighter around me and I buck my hips forward into his touch.  God dammit when’s the last time I’ve been fuckin’ touched?  Gasp again when I feel the light scratch of nails over tender flesh and I groan low, unable to stop myself.  Shit, I’m like a damn bitch in heat it’s been so fuckin’ long.  Lucky for him this ain’t gonna take long.

Release the shelf and reach forward to grip the back of his neck, squeezing it tight.  He flinches hard but he doesn’t slow his strokes.  Guess he is a smart one.  Feel my muscles clenching tight as the slow burn builds in my belly and it’s all I can do not to jerk him to his knees and force my cock between his lips.  Next time, fuckin’ next time, Hawk.  Scratch of nails again and I know I’m right there when he slides his thumb over my head.  Shit, shit, so fucking tempting….

Suck in a breath and focus my eyes on him again to see he’s still looking away and I dig my nails sharply into the back of his neck and growl low, “Look at me.”  His eyes snap to mine immediately and I stare him down as I pant harder.  He will know who he’s with.  There is no pretending with me.  I’m not just some nobody.  I’m the one who fucking bled for his sorry ass and he will know it.  My eyes bore into his and right as I finally crest the edge, heat burning through me with another stroke, I tell him in a low, commanding voice, “Mine!”

See him visibly shudder when I buck forward and come in his hand but least he’s smart enough to not look away.  He holds my gaze even as he strokes me through my release and I suck in a few gulps of air before I regain my senses.  Give his neck another tight squeeze before pulling back and snatch a towel from the shelf.  Wipe myself off and then toss the towel at him as I get myself readjusted into my jumpsuit.  My heart’s still pounding but no need for him to know that.  All he needs to know is what I’ve already said.  He belongs to me until I say he don’t.

Take another step back and turn for the door as he wipes obsessively at his hand and now I know he’s a total virgin to this.  Hell, wouldn’t be surprised if he ain’t got much experience at all.  Good.  He should end up being a safe fuck.  There’s plenty of reasons why I’m picky and disease is only one of them.  I’ll be damned if I get taken down by some fucking STD for a damn fuck.  I ain’t that stupid.  Watch him another moment and I know I need to get out of here.  I got what I needed and I ain’t need to say anything else.  But somehow my fuckin’ mouth has a mind of its own.

“‘Member what I said.  Stop acting like a damn target and think about getting’ some fuckin’ meat on your bones.”  His head jerks up and I can tell he didn’t expect me to say anything else.  Guess that makes two of us.  He nods slowly and I lock eyes with him again.  “You act like a badass, even if you don’t feel it, people will start to buy it.”  Hold his gaze another long moment and turn for the door but something else is buggin’ me and I can’t help but ask as I reach the doorway, “So what is it you’re always readin’ anyway?”

Look over my shoulder at him and see him fumble with the towel, almost dropping it.  “What?  Um…just some programin’ books and stuff.”  He snorts softly and shakes his head, “Not like I’m ever gonna get to see a computer again in this lifetime but…figured I’d try and keep up anyway.”

Nod to him and give him one last, lingering look.  It’s hard to let the past go.  I know all about it.  I had plenty of dreams before I got locked up.  He’ll learn.  With his record as a hacker there’s no way he’ll see a computer in lock up.  And afterward…who knows?  Were I him I’d probably give it up and focus on his drawings.  Can’t get sent to prison for drawin’ pictures and he ain’t suited for this life.  Seen that the first day he walked in.

“Might wanna save some’a that for lock down too.  ‘Specially if you get too involved.”  Run my gaze over him down to the towel he’s twisting in his hands and add as I turn back to the door, “Yeah, I’d hide them books and those pretty hands.”  He visibly flinches at my words and I don’t give him a chance to reply as I head out the door.  “I’ll be around,” I call out without looking back and I can feel his eyes boring into me as I walk away.

He probably has no clue what I meant and there ain’t no way I’m explaining myself.  I’ve seen hands like that.  Still see them in my dreams.  He’s got artist’s hands.  Long, pale fingers that probably haven’t ever seen real hard work.  Looks like he could play a damn piano or something…just like my sister did….

Shake my head and then give Pretty Tony a nod as I pass by.  The smirk on his face tells me he’s assumin’ a lot more went on than what did and that’s fine.  He can spread it around.  That’s gonna make my “claim” all the more valid.  Run my hand over my recently shaven head and think about those hands again and how his felt on my skin.  I should get him something.  Not because he earned it or nothin’…but cause those hands should have something to do ‘sides play in the dirt.  It’ll cost me, but it’ll be worth it.  That crooked mouth of his will make sure of it.  Of that I have no doubt.

Catch sight of Cowboy when I finally hit the yard and as I expect he’s wantin’ to know all about my fresh fish and if he squealed like a pig.  I’ll indulge him.  Stories are one thing I’m damn good at.  You have to be ‘round here cause it ain’t like anyone ever tells the truth.  The truth is what you make it.  Red needs to learn that.

And if I have anything to say about it, he will.

PRISON SLANG:

AD-SEG:  Administrative segregation. When a prisoner is placed on Ad-seg he is being investigated and will go to the hole until the investigation is complete.

JIGGERS: (shootin’); When a person is watching an area to warn others of someone coming, or if an inmate is watching items very closely for an officer to prevent other inmates from getting more than their entitled portion, this is referred to as “Shootin’ jiggers.”

PRISON WOLF:  Someone sexually-oriented to females on the outside, but becomes sexually oriented to males on the inside.  Dominant partner in prison sex.

PUNK: Submissive partner in prison sex, will or unwilling.  Nonviolent male inmate that is bullied into becoming a bigger and stronger man’s property. Once the prison punk is forced into submission by the wolf, he will serve on command. Looked down on by Queens.

QUEEN: These are effeminate homosexuals.  Higher in “rank” than punks they take on women’s characteristics and are referred to as “she” and as having a “pussy” rather than an asshole.

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