"So when are you going to ask me to be your Valentine?"
"Is this your way of asking me?”
"And I thought I was being so smooth. Is this your way of telling me no?"

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@thatsaguninmypocket
"So when are you going to ask me to be your Valentine?"
"Is this your way of asking me?”
"And I thought I was being so smooth. Is this your way of telling me no?"
Tiger, Tiger || Seb-Tbag
"Scouts’ honor, Tiger." Teddy smiled slightly, relieved to have the pressure released on his joint. He immediate folded the arm under himself to push his weight off his badly arched back. It was ridiculous. Weren’t nobody but a yoga master gonna fuck like that. Teddy was tempted to glance up at the prosthetic, see if he could pull it from the wall, or pull his arm from its hold.
Instead he cocked his head to eye Tiger, the vigilant beast. He’d have to wait till the pet wasn’t payin’ him no mind to make any moves.
Once Seb stopped focusing on the man beneath him--keeping an eye out on his hands and making sure he wasn't about to try anything funny--he completely let go. His thrusts were short but hard, filled with purpose and a bit of malice. He had no regards for Teddy's comfortability, didn't bother to go slow for him or ensure he was still alright. All he wanted to do now was prove that no matter what Teddy did, he was in control.
Tiger, Tiger || Seb-Tbag
"Ya gotta be kiddin’ me.." T-Bag’s shoulders sagged a little. He was tempted t’ tell Tiger t’ go fuck himself, but knew that the consequences far outweighed the issue. Moran could make this so much worse n’ all he was askin’ fer was a few words.
"Please, Sebby," T-Bag shifted slightly to look back at the man. "Let go a my arm, y’er killin’ my back here." He raised his voice an octave makin’ it not wanton, but damn close. It was clearly meant to sound like an offer; let go n’ I will make it worth y’er while.
Seb narrowed his eyes down at him, resisting the urge to dislocate his shoulder right then and there. But he thought he should have some mercy on him--he's had his shoulder dislocated before by Moriarty and it's not the most pleasurable feeling. He tightened his grip momentarily, and leaned down to his eye level.
"If you so much as fucking look at your other hand I'll break every bone in it," he swore, gaze still locked on his as he released his wrist.
.
Tiger, Tiger || Seb-Tbag
T-Bag dropped his face to the headboard, his forehead pressin’ against the fake wood varnish. He grimaced, reflexively flexing his hips into the mattress to pull away from the intrusion. To his credit, Seb was careful, precise. He didn’t waste time, but he didn’t cause undo harm n’ at least bothered to prep him. He hated that he couldn’t hate him fer it. Finger to fingers n’ much too soon his hips were hiked into position.
His face pushed roughly against the headboard and his back begged fer a new position. “Rngh, let go a my arm, boy.” His words slipped past his mashed mouth.
Seb gave him a skeptic look, glaring down at the Southerner. "How about you fucking beg for it?" He smirked, cocking his head at him. He'd spent the better part of the last hour getting his ass handed to him, getting hit in the face, and fucking choked. Now--now he had the upper hand.
"C'mon, Teddy-Bear," he said, giving a hard thrust into his ass. "Beg."
Tiger, Tiger || Seb-Tbag
T-Bag groaned as his arm was twisted behind his back. Though it was more of a growl, sitting at the back of his throat. He was seethin’ with rage n’ nothin’ he could do about it. Teddy ground his jaw as his boxers were pulled beneath his ass cheeks…again.
"Ah," He yelped, turnin’ his head to glare at the tiger. He wanted to threaten him further. Tell him all the horrible things he was gonna do to him when he got free, then what he was gonna do to his body as it cooled n’ stiffened. There was no point though, he words would be wasted n’ instigatin’ Seb anymore would only make this next bit even rougher than it was gonna be.
He had put this all behind him. He was the one who fucked others, took even if they didn’t wanna give…not the other way around. Not anymore.
He huffed, starin’ at the offered finger for a second b’fore lettin’ his mouth fall open. Despite all he felt, he had to try n’ take this with a bit a grace. Teddy tilted his head to slide the digit into his mouth, eyes shiftin’ to glare again at the larger man.
Seb waited until he was sure his finger was adequately slicked up before bringing it back to the man's rear. He circled his pointer around his hole before sliding it in to the first knuckle, then the second, until it reached the base of his finger. He pulled it out slowly at first, ensuring the other man wouldn't tear, before sliding it along with his middle finger back in. He waited until he was sure Bagwell could handle it before he sat up on his knees, and centered his cock at his entrance.
Though he wanted to go slow, to make sure he made it at least somewhat pleasurable, the damn hick pissed him off. Now, he didn't give a fuck.
Tiger, Tiger || Seb-Tbag
"Tough words fer a—" T-Bag was cut off, landin’ with a bounce onto the mattress. He twisted to roll out’a the a moment too late. Seb was on him like white on rice. "Don’t ya fuckin’ dare." Teddy yanked back away from the headboard, realizin’ what it was the assassin had planned. Seb outweighed him n’ with a longer reach, there weren’t enough time. The blade stuck straight through his prosthetic hand, pinnin’ him t’ the goddamn headboard. Palm to the wall n’ his back bowed awkwardly up the pillows n’ wall to compensate.
"Are ya fuckin’ kiddin’ me?!" He yanked at his arm again but it was stuck good.
"Oh, ya fucked the pooch this time, Tiger. I am gonna cut end t’ end. Open you up like a cereal box!" He roared, be damned the neighbors n’ the warrant still sitting on his head. "Mark my words, Moran!"
"Sorry, did you want to say something there, Teddy-bear?" He asked, twisting his good arm behind his back. If only he'd had a way to tie that arm down... he would just hold it for now. Seb made a point to draw his free hand down the man's arched back, digging his nails down his pale skin. "That so? I'm not sure you've noticed, but last I checked...you don't get any fucking say in what's happening anymore."
He pulled his boxers down past the swell of his ass, then slapped him hard, leaving a bright red handprint on his skin. Seb smirked at his handiwork, and leaned down so his chest was against his back. "You're jumping the gun a bit here--I haven't fucked you yet," he said, his breath hot against his neck.
Seb dared to put his fingers to his lips once more. "Now fucking suck before I use your blood as lube instead."
Tiger, Tiger || Seb-Tbag
T-Bag growled, his tongue like lead in his mouth. He wanted to vomit. If he was going to be raped again, he wasn’t going to help it along. Teddy let his head fall back against the door briefly, into the dip he’d created. Off kilter, he lifted himself slowly to his feet.
"That ain’t gonna happen, Tiger." He spat on the carpet, trying to clear his mouth of the taste of Seb’s dick. T-Bag shook his head, eyeing the door and the chain barrin’ him from gettin’ the hell out’a dodge.
Seb narrowed his eyes at him, and loomed over him like a predator. "Then this is going to end badly for you," he said, shoving him back onto the mattress, Before Teddy could even fully assess the situation, he turned him onto his stomach, and took his prosthetic hand. He didn't think he could rip it off, so he would do the next best thing. He reached over to dig the pocket knife from his jacket, and stabbed it straight through the wood and into the wall.
"This could have been so easy, Bagwell...but then you punched me. I'm not going to forgive that."
Tiger, Tiger || Seb-Tbag
His head literally bounced on contact with the door. He broke it, dented its surface in with his face n’ stars danced in front of his eyes. His world wavered slightly n’ Seb’s fist tightened in his hair. He was gonna rip it all out by the follicles. Teddy could feel wet warmth begin to leak slowly from his nose. He blinked rapidly, tryin’ his damnedest to clear his vision. So wrapped up in what was goin’ on in his head he almost missed what it was Tiger had been sayin’.
He bent close to his own face fer but a moment. Somethin’ about teeth. Then it connected n’ despite the pain he tried to pull away. To his follicles credit they stayed put, unfortunately.
"No!" T-Bag only got half the word out before the soldier’s cock was forcin’ its way nearly to the back a his throat. He gagged slightly n’ whimpered, pressin’ palm against Seb’s thigh to attempt to slow his rhythm. Still, he followed instructions, keepin’ his mouth wide as he could manage. his teeth far from the intruder. He’d known he weren’t gonna make it to the door, but he’d had to try. Just try. Now he was payin’ for it. Tastin’ his failure on his tongue.
Seb kept the strong hold on his hair, his knuckles turning white from force. He grunted with each thrust of his hips, heat already building in his stomach. It wasn't often that he was able to be the dominant one in bed, not with Moriarty. Every time he was forced down to the bed, every time he "had to be reminded of his place," he felt the resentment for the man building. It was a good thing he'd run into Bagwell--this way he could get rid of his anger and remain on his boss's good side. Who cared if it hurt him? Teddy would live.
He moved one hand from his hair to wrap around his cock, giving it a squeeze as he pulled out of his mouth. "Get on the fucking bed," he snapped, stepping aside to give him some space. While the other man got to his feet he locked the door and put up the chain--just in case.
Tiger, Tiger || Seb-Tbag
T-Bag growled low in his throat. It was the sound of the beast seriously considerin’ gnawin’ its own body to pieces to escape its snare. He clawed further still, almost managin’ to cross the distance of the matress before the sniper pressed into him. Takin’ his god damn time, he moved slow n’ easy. Teddy was sure he’d gotten in a few good hits but obviously he weren’t the victor here. He swallowed, his mouth tasted of iron.
"Don’t call me that," He stopped movin’, knowin’ this game all too well. It was best to take the offer, make it easier, but he had some pride. Some glimmer a hope tucked away, faintly teasin’ him. He wouldn’t give in n’ take it like he’d had too when he was too small to fight back. Theodore leaned into Seb’s hand, takin’ the digits into his mouth. Only not to suck but to bite. He latched on n’ drove his hips back. forcin’ Tiger off him enough to pull his knees under him more n’ hopefully to wrack him with his tail bone.
Teddy released his fingers, scramblin’ to the side n’ rolled off the bed. He didn’t land gracefully n’ another round a pain shot through him. He’d made the worst decision but at least he’d know he did all he could. He whimpered, crawlin’ as quickly as he could manage without too much contact a his wound n’ the floor to the motel door. That glimmer was gonna get him killed.
Seb gave a small yelp when he felt his teeth, an anger he hadn't felt in years bubbling in his stomach. Now...now he wouldn't be so gentle. He pushed himself to his feet, looming dangerously over the Southerner, and for the first time, he felt like he understood his boss a bit better. Because he wasn't going to be violent with Teddy, wasn't going to beat him within an inch of his life, oh no. He was going to fuck him until he cried, until he learned his place in this situation, and realized that no matter what he did he would always be below Sebastian.
He grabbed him by his hair, shoving his head back up against the door of the motel with enough force to leave a dent in the cheap wood. Seb leaned down to look him in the eye, a familiar darkness in his own, and tightened his grip ever so slightly. "If I feel even the slightest graze of your fucking teeth, I promise I will rip them one by one out of your skull. Do we have an understanding?"
He gave him only a moment to reply before giving his mouth a much more important job. Seb shoved his boxers down enough to release his dick before shoving it past his lips, nearly hitting the back of his throat before drawing back and thrusting in once more.
Tiger, Tiger || Seb-Tbag
"Fuck you," T-Bag groaned, fightin’ the urge to cry. It fuckin’ hurt, T-Bag rolled tryin’a reach his wound. Cradle it. Coddle it, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually touch it. He dropped his head roughly back to the floor with a pained moan. Lookin’ up he saw a vile grin on Seb’s stupid fuckin’ face shortly before more fuckin’ pain. His breathe was knocked out’a him. Teddy coughed, unable to drag anything into his useless lungs.
Landin’ on the mattress, T-Bag curled onto his side, spittin’ curses. “I—-fuckin’ trust—YOU?! Ha! That’s a fuckin’ riot.” He coughed some more, rakin’ the sheets to pull himself laboredly away from the Tiger. His voice took on a strange calm.”Ya better make sure I ain’t gettin’ back up, or mark my words; I will tear you apart.”
Seb rolled his eyes at the threat, finding Teddy about as intimidating as a bunny slipper in this blubbering state. He allowed him a moment to try and pull himself away, thoroughly enjoying the chase, before he got on the bed behind him. "Sure you will, Teddy bear." He leaned over the other man, grinding his still-clothed erection against him, before reaching a hand up to his mouth. "Now I'm gonna try and make this a bit easier on you--so suck," he instructed, offering up two of his fingers.
"Could— could you b-buy me this telescope?"
He was fully prepared to say no--quick, easy, end of discussion--but then he saw the look on his face. Seb sighed, dropping his gaze to the floor as he ran a hand through his hair. "What's with the sudden interest in the stars?"
“I´d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck.”
How ironic—that was exactly where he wanted to put his hands nearly every time he was around Richard. He gave a small sigh, and set a hand on top of Richie’s head, ducking down some so he was at his eye level. “You’ve gotten weird, kid. But you’re cute.”
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”I wish you’d ignoring me because you’re sending me to despair.”
“I don’t think you’re special. I don’t think you’re cool. You’re just probably alright. But under these lights you look beautiful. ”
“Yeah, but I’ll still take you home. ”
“You’re acting like a silly little boy. ”
“Oh I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”
“Well can’t we just laugh and joke around?”
“Perhaps fuck off might be too kind.”
“I´d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck.”
“I crumble completely when you cry.”
“Well we might not be the perfect partners but tonight we make a pair.”
“Tell me where, I’ll meet you there.”
“You can call me anything you want.”
“I’ve been feeling foolish, you should try it.”
“I want to feel you love.”
“I head an unhappy ending, it sort of sounds like you’re leaving.”
“Do you take it all more seriously?”
“I´ll pretend that you were just some lover.”
“Be cruel to me, because I’m a fool for you.”
“I dreamt about you nearly every night this week.”
“I was sorta hoping that you’d stay.”
“Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new.”
“We could be together, if you wanted to.”
“Are you mine?”
“It’s kinda strange now you’re gone.”
“And I thought I was yours forever.”
“I just cannot manage to make it through the day without thinking of you lately.”
“Darling, how could you be so blind?”
“Snap out of it.”
“I just wanna be yours.”
“If I had a heart you’re the one who should break it.”
“I don’t wanna lie, but I don’t wanna tell you the truth.”
“With the exception of you I dislike everyone in this room.”
“Your love is not what I need, so don’t give it to me.”
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✚ for a kiss on a wound.
"Thanks."
"Now will you tell me who did that to you?"
"You're dead to me."
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"I don’t blame you."
"You're serious? I say that to you and nothing, you just accept it. Why don't you get angry? Hit me--fucking react like you used to."