Title: Pussy
Pairing: B/K
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: HBO owns Oz.
Summary: Toby has a bad day.
Beta: Lyra

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"You on your period again, Beech?" Keller smirked. "Isn't that twice this month?"

Toby clenched his fist. Motherfuck, how he hated Keller‛s big mouth. He'd heard that before from Schillinger, Robson, any number of Nazis, and Keller. Keller knew it hurt. He knew it. The prick. Toby glared. "Why are you provoking me?"

Keller laughed and nudged O'Reily. "Fancy fucking lawyer talk. I bet O'Reily can hook you up with some feminine protection."

Toby considered bashing him with his tray. He was so fucking tired of this place and everyone in it. All he wanted to do was sulk. Couldn't Keller leave him the fuck alone? O'Reily smirked. Cyril looked confused, and Schillinger barked a laugh. Toby hadn't known that the Nazi fucker was even close. Their eyes snapped at each other, and Toby ached to kill him.

Schillinger smiled. "Cupcake needs a tampon."

Toby looked away and stared down at his nuggets. How many more years of this shit?

Cyril suddenly made a terrible noise, but softly. "I hate the bad man."

"Me too, Cyril," Toby said.

O'Reily pulled Cyril up. "Let's get back to work. Fuck Schillinger." The smirk had never slid off Keller's face, but he was eating now, ignoring everyone, intent on his food.

Toby loathed this facet of prison life. The prolonged absence of women seemed to produce any number of strange behaviors in men. Ass fucking being the first, and relegating certain men to the woman category was the second. He was a bitch, a prag, a slut, a girlfriend, a whore, a pussy, and a cunt - on a good day. On a bad day, there was no telling what they'd call him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Gee, Chris, maybe I dislike being publicly humiliated." Toby surveyed his food again. He couldn't bring himself to eat it, not today. Keller grinned at him and stole his nuggets. Toby shrugged and pushed the tray closer to him.

"Thanks." Keller shoved his face full. Toby had seen it before. Keller would go for a day or two without eating much of anything and then he'd eat as if he were dying of starvation. It was something else that was stupid as hell.

"Why don't you just eat every day?" Toby hated to do it, but he scooted a little closer so he didn't have to yell.

Keller quirked an eyebrow at him. "The food sucks."

As if that explained it. Toby took back his apple and bit into it. It was mushy, but it was food. "I wonder where Said is."

"Probably rattling his fucking beads and praying." Keller snorted. "I ain't never good enough for you."

"So fucking true." Toby watched Schillinger strut out with his gang of dumb shits behind him. That prag wasn't going to last long. Toby had seen it before. "Who's Vern prag?"

"Some unlucky fucker that got tried as an adult." Keller drank some juice and wiped his mouth. "I give him another week."

Toby sighed. It was true. Boys didn't last long in Oz, especially white ones. "Did you fuck him yet?"

Keller stopped eating. He twirled his plastic fork in his fingers and glowered. "Got cramps?"

"Fuck me." Toby surged up, left the tray, and made his way back to Em City. It had been a reasonable question. That prag was practically a girl, and Keller would fuck anything. Toby stopped, leaned against the wall, and rubbed his face. He was thinking like a fucking inmate. It had to stop. He was better than that. Laughing softly, he shook his head. He was delusional today.

"Are you feeling well, Beecher?"

Toby looked up. "Yes, thank you, Said. I was concerned about you."

"I was counseling a young Muslim." Said lowered his voice and stepped closer. "Many men find it difficult to remain celibate in prison."

"I'd have never guessed." Toby caught a glimpse inside the pitch black eyes of Said. Here was a man who had his dick under control. Said would never fuck a man just to get his rocks off. He had discipline and respect.

"Toby likes it with a little tongue."

Toby whirled around and shoved. "Fuck off!"

Said grabbed him. Keller came right back at him, but Said was between them. "Peace, my brothers."

"Break it up!" Mineo banged his nightstick on the wall. "Or someone's going to the hole!"

Keller suddenly laughed and strode off. Toby sagged against the wall. "I hate that."

"He hates himself, not you." Said shrugged. "I must eat. A salaam aleikum."

Toby answered automatically, but he didn't feel it. He wanted to punch Keller in the face. Taking a deep breath, he pushed away and walked to the quad. The usual gang was watching TV, trying to get one more glimpse of Miss Sally's boobs before count. Keller was stretched out, as if he owned the place. King Keller was holding court, making one smartass comment after another. Toby clenched his hands together and went to his pod.

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Keller spotted him instantly. Toby was finished mindfucking Said. That's all those two would ever do, and as long as Said kept his zipper up, he could live, but it was on days like these that Keller wanted to kill him for the fun of it. Provoking Toby into a fucking temper tantrum wasn't easy, and Said got in the way of that. Keller smiled. He‛d keep at him until lights out and then all hell would break loose. It‛d be great.

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Toby tried to shake it off, but it wasn't working. He had five minutes until count, and then he was screwed. Twelve hours in a box with Keller. God damn it! Keller was laughing and playing checkers with Hoyt. Hoyt, for fuck's sake. Between the two of them, they had maybe six I.Q. points, and five of those were Keller's.

"Go kick his fucking ass. I can tell you're spoiling to." O'Reily grinned. "Let me take bets first, okay?"

Toby clenched his jaw. Hoyt had just pulled some new guy into his lap. Keller moved fast to try for a kiss. God damn them. The hacks were half-asleep, but Toby found himself over there in a blink. He threw the table in the air and shoved Keller down.

"Damn, Toby!"

"Keep your fucking lips to yourself!"

Mineo and two others were there, pushing and yelling. Toby growled, but did the submissive thing. He didn't want a trip to the hole. Keller wasn't fighting, and they left him alone. Hoyt was long gone, and it was only Toby taking the heat.

"Get in your pod until count!" Mineo had obviously had a long day. "Now!"

Toby nodded and backed his way there. He knew he had looked like a fucking idiot, and that coupled with O'Reily's laughter made him even angrier. "Okay. I'm sorry. I'm going."

Keller just wouldn't shut the fuck up. "Mineo, cut him some slack. He's on the rag!"

Toby grabbed the bars of the bunk bed and squeezed. What a fucking crappy day. Not one peaceful moment, not one. He hated this place, and he hated himself, but most of all, he hated Keller. Keller, damn him.

"Count!"

Toby didn‛t want to go out, but he did after a hack threatened him. He ignored the happy look on Keller's stupid face.

"Get in!"

Toby went in behind him. There wasn't enough air in the pod. Keller took up too much space. Fuck. "Why the hell are you my podmate?"

"You asked me back. Remember?" Keller leaned against the wall. "I was happy banging Hill."

"Shut up with that shit." Toby ran his hands through his hair. "Just stay the fuck away from me. Okay? Okay?"

Keller shrugged. "Don't worry. I hate blood on my dick."

Toby pulled himself up onto his bunk and tried to calm down. It didn‛t work. Keller was humming. Couldn‛t he shut the fuck up? Couldn‛t he ever shut the fuck up? Toby pulled the book out from underneath his pillow and opened it. Six paragraphs later and Keller was washing his face. Drops of water managed to fly the length of the pod.

"Not on the damn book!" Toby slapped it shut and put it away. "Prick!"

Keller laughed. "Like they ain‛t got more at the library." He dried off and threw the wet towel at Toby‛s head.

Toby peeled it off and launched it back at him. "Just leave me alone!" He was afraid that he was whining at this point.

"S‛okay." Keller hung it up. "Don‛t go all PMS on me."

Toby ground his teeth together. Shouting would be futile and only amuse Keller. And he looked way too damn happy already. Toby rubbed his forehead, turned his back on him, shut his eyes and tried to think of nothing. Slowly, it began to work. He was fine.

"Keller! For fuck‛s sake! Put on your damn boxers!" Murphy‛s voice blew through Toby‛s calm. Toby nearly fell off the bunk, and Keller grinned.

"Fuck," Toby whispered and gave up. He was going to be pissed. "No one wants to see that!"

Murphy crossed his arms, and Keller smiled. The boxers didn‛t go on near fast enough, and Toby jumped down.

"I‛ll give you a hundred dollars if you throw him in the hole," Toby said. "Right now would be good!"

Keller threw his arm around him. "Ah, Toby don‛t mean it." He squeezed, and Toby shoved. Toby pushed. Nothing. Keller was planted like some sort of damn tree.

Murphy rolled his eyes. "Keep your clothes on, Keller!" He walked out, but he looked as disgusted as Toby felt. Toby gave Keller another shove. Keller kissed him on the side of the head.

"Toby, you gotta eat more. Or catch me by surprise." Keller grinned. He turned him loose, and Toby ground his teeth. Kill. Kill. Keller whipped around. "Wanta play chess?"

Toby wanted to shove the pieces up Keller‛s ass. "No!"

"Well, shit. Man, you‛re just . . . not nice!"

Toby turned away and leaned his head against the glass of the pod. He began to bang it. "I‛m going to kill one of us," he growled.

Keller laughed. It grated open Toby‛s last nerve. Toby climbed up on his bunk. It was that or begin looking for the shank that Keller always had hidden somewhere. Time dragged and dragged and dragged and . . . fuck! He was still pissed. He rubbed the vein on his forehead and began to fantasize about breaking Keller‛s legs.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Toby groaned and threw his pillow at him. Keller didn‛t quit moving. Didn‛t he have enough muscles? Toby wasn‛t going to look, but he did. Keller‛s ass was going up and down, and he was clapping between push ups. God.

The anger settled into something more dangerous, and Toby waited for it. He‛d get his revenge. The horn sounded. Finally. The lights snapped out. Keller laughed. The fucker laughed! Toby saw boxers hit the wall. He got off the bunk fast and attacked. Keller took it. He only grunted, and he didn't fight back. Toby slapped him hard across the face. The sound was satisfying.

"Who's the pussy bitch now?"

Keller didn't answer. He panted and squirmed.

Toby let out his aggression. He shoved his body down harder and twisted Keller's nipples hard. "I like your tits. Roll over, cunt!"

"Come on, Toby!"

Toby glared. They were doing this his way. "Roll over, you fucker!" He slapped again. Keller hesitated for a long moment, and then he rolled over. Toby didn't give a shit about Keller‛s feelings tonight. He had to have it now. "Don't scream."

"Who me?"

Toby pushed hard. If the hacks had come in the pod, he wouldn't have cared one damn bit. He pounded, yanked, and bit Keller's body into submission. Only when he was satisfied, sated, and sweaty from fucking, did he quit. He felt so much better. "Do you have anything else to say, you bitch?"

Keller shook his head. "No, sir. Thank you for the ass pounding, sir."

"You're welcome." Toby assumed that was sarcasm, but he didn‛t care. He got off the bed and went to clean up. He shook from all the nasty emotions he'd shoved up Keller's asshole. "Why do you do this to me?"

Keller took the toilet. "You need it. I like it. Fucking happy couple of bitch convicts here."

Toby felt it all whoosh out of him. He dropped his head into his hands. His knees trembled, and he whispered, "I'm so fucking sorry."

Keller was instantly there, holding him gently. "I am too. Let me make it good for you."

Toby wrapped his arm around Keller's neck. They shared a slow, gentle kiss. "Okay. Show me."

Keller smiled. Toby felt empty, spent, but he needed something to put inside the huge hole in his heart. He gasped softly between kisses. Keller's mouth claimed him, made him feel good things, and he wanted more.

"Yeah, baby, you're so good." Keller's hands rubbed and caressed. "I need you."

Toby quivered all over. He wanted to be loved. He needed it. Keller kissed him again, stroking his tongue into all the right places. Toby relaxed. He had to have this. Shutting his eyes, he enjoyed the touches, kisses, and licks.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Toby groaned. He had to have it all, and he wrapped his legs around Keller's hips. "Please love me."

Keller smiled down at him and reached with a long arm under the pillow for the lube. Toby nuzzled at the broad chest in front of him. He felt warm and safe. Keller eased over him until they were locked together. Toby threw back his head and welcomed it. Keller kissed and licked, rubbing and stroking. He flexed his cock and edged deeper. Toby pulled their mouths together and squeezed with his ass muscles. Keller let out a wonderful noise, and they rocked gently.

"There ain't nobody like you, Toby."

Toby smiled. "I love you, Chris."

Keller panted softly. It went on forever and it was almost enough to fill the ache in Toby's soul. Toby needed it so much. Exhaustion dropped over him, and he fell asleep, holding onto Keller tightly.

Keller didn't move to get the towel. Who the fuck cared if they were dirty? He groaned softly in complete satisfaction. It had been a long day, but he'd gotten everything he wanted. Toby had too, whether he knew it or not.

"I love you, Toby."

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Toby stared down at the glop on his tray. That was not food. That was some sort of science experiment gone horribly wrong. He looked up at Keller. Keller shrugged and shoved the tray away.

"Hey, Chris. Let's go make out in the laundry room."

Keller smiled and got up. "That Midol must have worked."

Toby stood and grabbed his tray. "You need some?" And he laughed. Sure, this place sucked, but it could be worse.

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End
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