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In prison for attempted larceny and highway robbery, Dom (Fast and the Furious) gets stuck with a one eyed celly who tells some pretty strange stories.
Yep, Dom/Xander
Rated: Adult
( Previous post with parts one and two... )
One month, three days remaining.
"Where'd you get those?" Dom asked as he walked in on Xander eating what looked like a plate of chocolate chip cookies. Something like that would bring a hell of a lot of money.
"From a friend with mucho guilt," Xander said as he flipped a page on one of his comics. "Want one?" Xander held up the plate, and Dom gratefully took a cookie that was lumpy with thick chunks of chocolate. Xander did a lot of strange ass things, but at least this time, it wasn't annoying like his habit of hanging tiny mirrors fucking everywhere. Dom felt like he was in a fucking disco when the cops' flashlight hit all those things.
"Good," Dom said after taking a big bite.
"Yep. My girl knows how to do guilt."
"I thought you were more into guys than girls," Dom pointed out. Xander rolled to his side and looked up.
"You are so issues-man," he complained, but Dom spotted something in Xander's comic. Reaching over he pulled the comic book out of Xander's hand and flipped it open. Between pages of superheroes beating up on villains in stupid outfits, Xander had tucked a number of plain, white papers with lists and figures with stupid headings like Hippolyta Alpha, Hippolyta Beta and Demon A, Demon B.
"That would be the intel on which scary women are where. And the sad and scary truth is that if I don't do the stats on who is good at what, the team is sadly incapable of keeping track of it on their own. Big disasters: no problem. Keeping track of day to day shit is way beyond their ability." Xander nodded knowingly as if that actually made sense. "Of course, we do the code thing because our security is not exactly what you might call good. I mean, a transdimensional portal here, a telekinetic demon there, it's not easy to keep anything secure." He shrugged and gave a sheepish grin that made him look about fifteen.
Dom stared at Xander for a second before he tossed the comic back to Xander. "You need serious medication."
"Probably," Xander shrugged without taking much offense. "So, did anyone figure out what happened to the Aryan Brothers?" Xander shoved another cookie in his mouth so that his cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk.
"Rumor is it's the booty flu, but I ain't ever seen a whole group come down with AIDS overnight, and no one has anything more serious than a nasty rash." Dom stole another cookie from Xander. Another con would have shanked him over a cookie like that, but Xander just smiled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Very bad to annoy the Xander," he offered, spraying crumbs.
"What? You're saying you can not only kick their enforcers asses but give them booty flu, on top?"
"Um, I think it's poison ivy... at least it's supposed to be poison ivy." Xander got one of those looks on his face again, like he'd seen too many people die. Lots of people had that look in here, but Xander usually wasn't one. Then again, Xander had found a place with the lifers now that he was going in the yard again, so obviously they saw something of a kindred spirit in him. Most of the gangs had just decided that he was too fucking crazy to bother and that he'd probably killed shitloads of people on the outside. After seeing him go through the Aryan Brotherhoods' two top enforcers, Dom wouldn't have doubted it if Xander told him he was in for murder.
"They got poison ivy in here? I haven't seen anything green around here except the mashed potatoes," Dom pointed out as he shoved some comics aside and stole another cookie. He had no idea where Xander came up with them, but it'd been five fucking months since he'd eaten anything that didn't make him want to puke it right back up.
"That would be where the friends who are sorry comes in." Xander gave him an impish grin. "And if I don't have a chance to say this before I take off, I've actually enjoyed rooming with you. I mean, you don't look longingly at my neck or threaten to eviscerate me in my sleep or consider stories of the bubonic plague and its effects on men's genitals a bedtime story, so all in all, you're a pretty good roommate."
Dom didn't even try to answer that bit of insanity. When Xander got going with his stories, he'd just learned to let them roll past him. Whatever the fuck the kid had been up to on the outside, it had clearly blasted a couple of brain cells loose.
"I just wish you would get over this weird sexual hang up you have. Now, I’m not one to judge because everyone is entitled to whatever experimentation or hang-ups they pick, but you're a little on the loco side," Xander said, and he completed the thought by circling his finger at his temple—the universal sign of crazy.
"I'm loco?" Dom asked with a smile. Xander was nothing if not amusing.
"You love coming in here and invading my space. Let me leave my books out, and you are thrilled at getting to shove them to the side."
Dom stiffened. Yeah, he'd broken some pretty basic prison rules with the kid, but it's not like he'd been complaining up to this point. Xander, however, kept right on talking.
"You have to push by me in the morning, push me to the corner of the bed with your manly sprawl..."
Dom looked down, and he was sprawled out while Xander had claimed the quarter of the bed closest to the pillow. And still Xander kept going.
"You're in alpha male mode, so obviously you like playing big man on campus, but then you go thinking that there's something wrong with those of us who don't go around shoving and pushing to claim as much space as possible. You know, some guys just like to be quiet... well, not quiet as in not talking, but quiet in terms of not drawing attention to themselves, unlike some people who are all dom all the way, and can I just say your name is kinda scary-accurate."
Dom just blinked, not quite able to process as fast as Xander talked. He also withdrew to his half of Xander's bed instead of physically dominating it.
"And that's where the crazy comes in," Xander sighed. "You would hate someone crowding you, so you assume I do, which is not true."
Dom had to think about that one for a second. "You want me to crowd you?"
Xander nodded. "I guess I'm just used to having a lot of big personalities around me, but getting crowded feels... familiar," he finished after a brief paused. "It's like playing bottom. I don't mind because I don't feel a need to try and prove who has the bigger dick metaphorically. Like I said, if we're talking metaphors, most of the girls in my life already have me beat... although if we're going to talk literally, I don't have anything to apologize for in the penis department. I was called a Viking by a woman who would know."
"You are too fucking strange." Dom started to get up, but Xander rested his hand on Dom's shoulder. Dom reacted automatically, grabbing Xander's arm and flipping him onto his stomach and trapping him there with a hand on the back of Xander's neck. "Do you want to tell me now how you don't mind being bottom, how you don't mind being crowded?" Dom leaned down, pressing his weight against Xander's back and whispering the words in his ear. Sometimes Xander just pushed too hard and was too fucking frustrating. Holding him down was a little more pleasant that Dom wanted to admit to himself.
"I don't mind," Xander said, his words muffled by the thin mattress. "I trust you wouldn't do anything I asked you to not do." Long seconds ticked by as he breathed heavily, his body lax under Dom's hands.
"You're an idiot." Dom sat up and let go of Xander's neck and arm, but Xander only rolled to his side and looked at Dom with that same trusting expression.
Xander closed his good eye for a second before he looked up at Dom with that ancient, worn expression that made the lifers take him in. "I work so hard to keep everything together... to make everyone happy... to make sure that people get vacations and aren't overworked and have the right type of chocolate at the right time of the month. You wouldn't think that would be an issue for an army, but for some armies, their efficiency ratings depend on proper chocolate deliveries. I'm always trying to not fuck up, Dom. I'm always terrified. Sometimes... sometimes letting someone else crowd me is the best feeling in the world. Sometimes I don't want to work to always make myself fit into all the cracks, sometimes I want someone to come in and press against me until I don't have to worry about anything at all."
Dom didn't have an answer for that. Uncomfortable thoughts pushed into his mind. He wondered if Brian had felt that way when he'd been trying to please the FBI and the cops and prosecutors and Mia and him all at once. He wondered what had made Brian stand in the middle of a hot road and turn his keys over to Dom, knowing that Dom would use those stolen hours of freedom to bury evidence. He wondered why Brian had sat in a hearing and insisted that he had no evidence that Dom had been involved with any heists—that he had been so far out of control he couldn't swear that he hadn't pushed Dom and the others to try their hand at hijacking.
Not saying a word to Xander, Dom turned around and headed back for the day room. The Mexican Mafia would be in there right now, but he'd rather risk a confrontation with them than with Xander, right now.
In prison for attempted larceny and highway robbery, Dom (Fast and the Furious) gets stuck with a one eyed celly who tells some pretty strange stories.
Yep, Dom/Xander
Rated: Adult
( Previous post with parts one and two... )
One month, three days remaining.
"Where'd you get those?" Dom asked as he walked in on Xander eating what looked like a plate of chocolate chip cookies. Something like that would bring a hell of a lot of money.
"From a friend with mucho guilt," Xander said as he flipped a page on one of his comics. "Want one?" Xander held up the plate, and Dom gratefully took a cookie that was lumpy with thick chunks of chocolate. Xander did a lot of strange ass things, but at least this time, it wasn't annoying like his habit of hanging tiny mirrors fucking everywhere. Dom felt like he was in a fucking disco when the cops' flashlight hit all those things.
"Good," Dom said after taking a big bite.
"Yep. My girl knows how to do guilt."
"I thought you were more into guys than girls," Dom pointed out. Xander rolled to his side and looked up.
"You are so issues-man," he complained, but Dom spotted something in Xander's comic. Reaching over he pulled the comic book out of Xander's hand and flipped it open. Between pages of superheroes beating up on villains in stupid outfits, Xander had tucked a number of plain, white papers with lists and figures with stupid headings like Hippolyta Alpha, Hippolyta Beta and Demon A, Demon B.
"That would be the intel on which scary women are where. And the sad and scary truth is that if I don't do the stats on who is good at what, the team is sadly incapable of keeping track of it on their own. Big disasters: no problem. Keeping track of day to day shit is way beyond their ability." Xander nodded knowingly as if that actually made sense. "Of course, we do the code thing because our security is not exactly what you might call good. I mean, a transdimensional portal here, a telekinetic demon there, it's not easy to keep anything secure." He shrugged and gave a sheepish grin that made him look about fifteen.
Dom stared at Xander for a second before he tossed the comic back to Xander. "You need serious medication."
"Probably," Xander shrugged without taking much offense. "So, did anyone figure out what happened to the Aryan Brothers?" Xander shoved another cookie in his mouth so that his cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk.
"Rumor is it's the booty flu, but I ain't ever seen a whole group come down with AIDS overnight, and no one has anything more serious than a nasty rash." Dom stole another cookie from Xander. Another con would have shanked him over a cookie like that, but Xander just smiled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Very bad to annoy the Xander," he offered, spraying crumbs.
"What? You're saying you can not only kick their enforcers asses but give them booty flu, on top?"
"Um, I think it's poison ivy... at least it's supposed to be poison ivy." Xander got one of those looks on his face again, like he'd seen too many people die. Lots of people had that look in here, but Xander usually wasn't one. Then again, Xander had found a place with the lifers now that he was going in the yard again, so obviously they saw something of a kindred spirit in him. Most of the gangs had just decided that he was too fucking crazy to bother and that he'd probably killed shitloads of people on the outside. After seeing him go through the Aryan Brotherhoods' two top enforcers, Dom wouldn't have doubted it if Xander told him he was in for murder.
"They got poison ivy in here? I haven't seen anything green around here except the mashed potatoes," Dom pointed out as he shoved some comics aside and stole another cookie. He had no idea where Xander came up with them, but it'd been five fucking months since he'd eaten anything that didn't make him want to puke it right back up.
"That would be where the friends who are sorry comes in." Xander gave him an impish grin. "And if I don't have a chance to say this before I take off, I've actually enjoyed rooming with you. I mean, you don't look longingly at my neck or threaten to eviscerate me in my sleep or consider stories of the bubonic plague and its effects on men's genitals a bedtime story, so all in all, you're a pretty good roommate."
Dom didn't even try to answer that bit of insanity. When Xander got going with his stories, he'd just learned to let them roll past him. Whatever the fuck the kid had been up to on the outside, it had clearly blasted a couple of brain cells loose.
"I just wish you would get over this weird sexual hang up you have. Now, I’m not one to judge because everyone is entitled to whatever experimentation or hang-ups they pick, but you're a little on the loco side," Xander said, and he completed the thought by circling his finger at his temple—the universal sign of crazy.
"I'm loco?" Dom asked with a smile. Xander was nothing if not amusing.
"You love coming in here and invading my space. Let me leave my books out, and you are thrilled at getting to shove them to the side."
Dom stiffened. Yeah, he'd broken some pretty basic prison rules with the kid, but it's not like he'd been complaining up to this point. Xander, however, kept right on talking.
"You have to push by me in the morning, push me to the corner of the bed with your manly sprawl..."
Dom looked down, and he was sprawled out while Xander had claimed the quarter of the bed closest to the pillow. And still Xander kept going.
"You're in alpha male mode, so obviously you like playing big man on campus, but then you go thinking that there's something wrong with those of us who don't go around shoving and pushing to claim as much space as possible. You know, some guys just like to be quiet... well, not quiet as in not talking, but quiet in terms of not drawing attention to themselves, unlike some people who are all dom all the way, and can I just say your name is kinda scary-accurate."
Dom just blinked, not quite able to process as fast as Xander talked. He also withdrew to his half of Xander's bed instead of physically dominating it.
"And that's where the crazy comes in," Xander sighed. "You would hate someone crowding you, so you assume I do, which is not true."
Dom had to think about that one for a second. "You want me to crowd you?"
Xander nodded. "I guess I'm just used to having a lot of big personalities around me, but getting crowded feels... familiar," he finished after a brief paused. "It's like playing bottom. I don't mind because I don't feel a need to try and prove who has the bigger dick metaphorically. Like I said, if we're talking metaphors, most of the girls in my life already have me beat... although if we're going to talk literally, I don't have anything to apologize for in the penis department. I was called a Viking by a woman who would know."
"You are too fucking strange." Dom started to get up, but Xander rested his hand on Dom's shoulder. Dom reacted automatically, grabbing Xander's arm and flipping him onto his stomach and trapping him there with a hand on the back of Xander's neck. "Do you want to tell me now how you don't mind being bottom, how you don't mind being crowded?" Dom leaned down, pressing his weight against Xander's back and whispering the words in his ear. Sometimes Xander just pushed too hard and was too fucking frustrating. Holding him down was a little more pleasant that Dom wanted to admit to himself.
"I don't mind," Xander said, his words muffled by the thin mattress. "I trust you wouldn't do anything I asked you to not do." Long seconds ticked by as he breathed heavily, his body lax under Dom's hands.
"You're an idiot." Dom sat up and let go of Xander's neck and arm, but Xander only rolled to his side and looked at Dom with that same trusting expression.
Xander closed his good eye for a second before he looked up at Dom with that ancient, worn expression that made the lifers take him in. "I work so hard to keep everything together... to make everyone happy... to make sure that people get vacations and aren't overworked and have the right type of chocolate at the right time of the month. You wouldn't think that would be an issue for an army, but for some armies, their efficiency ratings depend on proper chocolate deliveries. I'm always trying to not fuck up, Dom. I'm always terrified. Sometimes... sometimes letting someone else crowd me is the best feeling in the world. Sometimes I don't want to work to always make myself fit into all the cracks, sometimes I want someone to come in and press against me until I don't have to worry about anything at all."
Dom didn't have an answer for that. Uncomfortable thoughts pushed into his mind. He wondered if Brian had felt that way when he'd been trying to please the FBI and the cops and prosecutors and Mia and him all at once. He wondered what had made Brian stand in the middle of a hot road and turn his keys over to Dom, knowing that Dom would use those stolen hours of freedom to bury evidence. He wondered why Brian had sat in a hearing and insisted that he had no evidence that Dom had been involved with any heists—that he had been so far out of control he couldn't swear that he hadn't pushed Dom and the others to try their hand at hijacking.
Not saying a word to Xander, Dom turned around and headed back for the day room. The Mexican Mafia would be in there right now, but he'd rather risk a confrontation with them than with Xander, right now.
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Date: 2008-11-27 08:50 pm (UTC)