"Hurting You," Baccano!, Ladd/Firo, prison sex (it's a night for this one!)
The clang of the cell door barely registers, half waking Firo, but it's dark and he's still just squinting at the interruption, trying to clear his brain a little, when his mattress creaks and his cellmate's body is suddenly a warm weight against his back.
Great. Time for another round of Ladd's-back-from-solitary. Firo wishes the guards wouldn't toss him in there so much -- sure, it's nice to have him gone for a while, but he always seems to come back more crazy than he left.
"Welcome back," Firo says, shifting, trying to crawl out from under Ladd, because he's damn heavy. "What do you want?"
Ladd laughs, quietly, against the back of Firo's neck. "I want to kill you," he says -- stupid question -- "The rest of the prison, and then you." The stump of his left arm presses between Firo's shoulderblades, heavy with his weight on it, pushing Firo down into the thin mattress. "But maybe I can just hurt you a little, and that will help." His voice sounds slurred, and Firo wonders just how much he got hit on his way down to the pits this time.
"Come on," Firo says wearily, "I'm no fun to hurt." They went through that the first week, until Ladd got bored with Firo's patience and annoyed with his own inability to land a solid punch.
"You could be," Ladd says. "You could be, like this, see, this way," and his hand curls in the waistband of Firo's pants, tugs at them.
Firo bucks before he can help it, tries to push Ladd off, but there's no room to move between the bunks and the tangle of their legs works in Ladd's favor. "Cut it out," Firo says, and tries to sound bored. The rest of the prison expected this to happen to him his first week here, but Ladd never tried it. Something must have happened in solitary.
"You know what I'm going to do to you?" Ladd says. "Do you hate it? Are you angry?" His knuckles press against Firo's ass as he pulls at his own pants and frees his cock. He rocks his hips, rubs it against the crack of Firo's ass, and Firo thinks maybe that's as far as he'll get -- maybe he doesn't really know what he's doing, the way it seemed before tonight -- and then he shifts, changes the angle of his hips, and the next push stings.
Firo grits his teeth and tries not to make any noise as Ladd's cock pushes awkwardly into him. The pain won't last long, and he's been hurt much worse, and if Ladd just doesn't --
Ladd moans, and when he pushes again the mattress creaks under them. Damn. Firo's going to have to get in a fight in the morning.
"Is it terrible?" Ladd asks. "Do you want to kill me? I want to kill you, Firo. It feels so good. It would feel so good. You're so hot inside. Am I hurting you?" He bites Firo's shoulder. "Tell me I'm hurting you."
"You know you are," Firo says, quietly as he can, and hisses when Ladd bites him again. He's pretty sure that would bruise, deep in the muscle, if he were normal. "What happened in solitary, Ladd?"
Ladd's hand slides up to snake around Firo's throat. "Shut up," he says. "Shut up, shut up." He squeezes so tight Firo sees spots, and it takes both hands for Firo to pry his fingers free, coughing. If Firo died here, he's pretty sure Ladd would notice immediately, and he doubts Ladd would react well when he came back.
"Sorry," Firo croaks. Right now getting out of this without making things worse is probably more important than his pride.
"You think that's enough?" Ladd says. He's holding tight to Firo's hands now, thrusting harder. The mattress creaks enough that there's no mistaking what this is. Firo lets himself make pain sounds, just loud enough for Ladd to hear. He has a feeling that'll work better than an apology, or at least get this over with faster.
It works well enough -- Ladd stops talking, pushes faster, his breath harsh and ragged. Firo thinks about breathing, about relaxing as much as he can despite the burn. Ladd's too tightly wound to last long, and he makes a noise like it hurts him when he goes still.
Firo counts to twenty, listening to his own heartbeat, and then pushes himself up, shrugging Ladd off. "I'm going back to sleep now," he says. "Good night, Ladd."
For a minute he's afraid Ladd will be difficult, will insist on staying there, but then Ladd gets up, the air cold against Firo's side where he pulls away. "Good night, Firo."