Fandom: Oz Title:Choirboy Author:Mairead Triste Genre: Slash, Angst, First Time Pairing: Beecher/O'Reily Rating: NC17 Warnings: NonCon Spoilers: Through Season 1, Episode 6 - A Game of Checkers
Notes: Beecher and O'Reily share the POV here, and you get a good sense of the relationship between the two during that whole first season. I was totally suprised by the turn in the end, not expecting it at all. But it's actually in character for both of them, especially if you take into account O'Reily's Season Two "I'm not a fag" attitude.
Excerpt:
Sometimes you can still see it in the vague outlines of his face. Ryan O'Reily, Choirboy.
Bet he was one, once. I can't think of anything besides a heavy dose of Church and family that could make a guy into the kind of thing that he is.
I don't know what he is. Not really. But I think I know more than he does.
I got him high. That was just a mercy thing-- I mean, if ever there was someone who needed to get high, Beecher was it. My good deed for the day, you know, giving him something to do besides taking Nazi dick up his ass. If I was ever in the same position, I'd hope that someone would do as much for me.
Not that I ever would be. I'm no man's prag.
I don't really know why he gave me drugs. Not that I really cared about why, just when and how often and how much. It was enough. For a while.
It made me his prag as much as I was Vern's-- not that he understood that at all, the control he had over me. Not consciously.
Control. He was in control. I was out of control. Not that I knew that, not then.
Control and chaos, it's like... it's like the best of both worlds. Like having two different women in your life-- one sweet angel who looks at you with big eyes, wants to hear about what you did today and touches you like you're some kind of God; and one hellraiser who bites your tongue every time you stick it in her mouth and makes you fight her every inch and makes you come so hard you think you'll pass out. And while you can pull it off, while you've got both of those women on a string, it's just the best thing ever.
Of course, when they cross paths, well... things get sticky. You have to step damn quick to keep your nuts attached. Fortunately, I'm fast on my feet.