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Author: Freya

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Disclaimers: I don't own Chino or Alvarez but I want to, none of this happened, the end.

Rating: nc-17

Notes: This is slash, m/m sex, I didn't used to think that Chino would ever do anything like that, until I heard his comments about cocksucking at the Manchester gig earlier this year, it's been plaguing my mind ever since!!! If you don?t like to read this shit, don't. I don't want to hear reviews about how you don't like to read about gay sex.

marmalade_annie if you don't already know is Chino Moreno, she's the one who got me into Deftones so without her, this fic would not be (so blame her!!!)

Long Shady Eyes

'Alvarez!! Get your ass over here!'

Putting down his playing cards, the tipo stood up calmly. Have to look cool when dealing with the hacks or your name on the street don't count for shit. Looking Whittlesey up and down he walked towards her and grinned as her body language stiffened. Not many hombres looked at her like that, he could tell. He knew how to play a woman, maybe he could play her. As if sensing his intentions, she rested her hand on her night-stick.

'My ass is wherever you want it Ma'am!'

Whoops came from prisoners and soon she feared that she was blushing. She was a professional, she wasn't gonna let some low life punk like Alvarez pull her down, no matter how good looking.

'Well I want, or rather McManus wants your ass in his office'

Grinning that same damned sexy grin at her, Alvarez walked past her.

'Well the offer stands chica, anytime you want someone to warm that cold blood of yours, you know where I am.'

Sarcastic smile met seductive.

'Why thank you Miguel, now could Casanova make his way to McManus's office? '

Silenced but still cocky, Miguel Alvarez walked up the steps to McManus's. Whittlesey following close behind. Dumb bitch, like he'd want to do chick that looked like a Saint Bernard anyway!

*~*

'Sit down Alvarez'

Tim McManus turned to Whittlesey.

' Could you leave us please Dianne?'

Turning as she left, Miguel made sure that he winked suggestively at 'Dianne', Saint Bernard or not, he might as well fuck with her head for awhile..

'Alvarez, you got a new Latino coming and you are gonna be a 'mentor for him'

Grinning at McManus, he began his spiel.

'What?? You gonna start breastfeeding new prisoners now? I mean, just cause I'm the leader of the Latinos, it doesn't mean that I gotta be no Madre'

Pulling out a file from the cabinet, McManus dropped it onto the desk before sitting down and facing the convict.

'No, Miguel, you don't gotta be no madre to anyone, just look after your own crew and show him the ropes, that's all.'

That made no fucking sense, unless someone fucked over Miguel, Miguel looked after them, it was his big brother instinct kicking in.

'Course I look out for my crew. What time does he get here?'

Checking his wristwatch, Tim McManus did that grin that every prisoner in Emcity knew meant trouble.

'Another 10 minutes, he'll be through processing, you better get down there. Name's ChinoMoreno.'

*~*

Grinning at the hack that cavity searched him less than 10 minutes earlier, Chino collected his clothes and dressed. If only the hack had known how much he'd enjoyed it! The hack was trying to keep that 100% heterosexual male look about him, still, there's gotta only be a certain number of asses that a guy can search through before he gets a little *curious*. Time to fuck with someone's head. Chino winked at the hack, the sleaziest wink he could manage.

'Move on Moreno!'

The hack was shoving him with his night-stick in the small of his back. Chino had to comply but not without a parting shot.

'Just move that stick a little further south huh querido?? It?s kinda in the wrong place!'

The hack just grunted. What was it with these guys?? Just cause they're working a prison doesn't mean they have to be miserable fucks!

*~*

Alvarez had thought he'd arrived late at first and that this Chino Moreno dude had been taken to Genpop or some shit like that. Fuck, McManus would really love that.

'Here's yours Alvarez, take care of him!'

Looking over at the hack called Murphy, he stood up, ready to look the hard Tipo in front of the new Chico, show him who's boss. He wasn't prepared for the reaction that he had to this hombre. A short Latino with straight, dark hair that obscured his eyes and a goatee beard, stumbled through the door. The irate hack that had pushed him, swore in the back ground before complaining to Murphy like a small child telling tales. Regaining his balance, the new guy stood facing Alvarez, his grin as cocky as his own. Boy, this guy had to have pissed them off. The *Tipo act* wasn?t working.

'You Alvarez? I was told to look for some guy named Alvarez!'

Stepping forward and squaring up to the other man, still trying to show who?s boss.

'Yeah, I'm Alvarez, you Chino?'

' Yeah, Chino Moreno.'

To his shock, Miguel found his dick hardening I ain't no fag...something about this man, something about his voice, his demeanour. He had to stop it, if Chino saw that, then, he'd lose all credibility in Oz. Fags don't get no respect. He swallowed unsteadily.

'Ok, so you wanna see your new home Chino?'

Chino grinned.

'Is it a shithole?'

Miguel smirked.

'Oh yeah, real minimalist...what you in for Chino?'

They stopped as the guard opened a set of bars for them to pass and Chino took the opportunity to scratch his nose. Turning, Miguel found him smirking.

' Come on man, what you in for?'

' Murder, I got pissed at some fucker at the Skatepark who said that I was shit at kickflips, so I beat him to death with my skateboard. Judge says I got a real anger problem.'

Stopping in shock, Miguel turned and looked at the other man.

'You shitting me?'

Nah, I'm pissing you, it wasn't a kickflip at all, it was an Ollie, I mean the wanker didn't even know the difference. Fucking retard. This country is going downhill!'

' You sarcastic fucker!'

Chino began to smirk.

'It's true. I still can't understand why they won't let me let me Skate round Oz'

'Yeah, I fucking wonder'

They stopped at the final set of gates to Emerald city, waiting for the guard to let them in. He' d just about got his erection under control, so a bit of sarcastic humour was in order.

' Welcome to Emerald city, Mr Moreno!'

Scratching his nose, Chino gave him that look again, probably unintentional, but devastating all the same. Mini Miguel popped into action once more. Lazily, Chino answered.

' So who are you then? Tin man? Scarecrow? Lion? The Wizard or the wicked Witch of the West ? And does this make me Dorothy?'

Miguel disregarded the question.

'Man, why do you always gotta be scratching your nose?'

'Well you see, I need some fucking coke! My nose is contrary like that, it's more likely to do a 'Daniella Westbrook if I DON'T feed it coke!'

*~*

'Hey Alvarez, who's your new fag? Can I have some?'

Alvarez looked up at the huge, perpetually dancing, African psychopath that was serving his dinner. He couldn't be bothered with him. He had more important things on his mind, like why did this guy make him hard?

'Fuck off SiiiiiMON!'

Adebisi gave him the 'I'm gonna chop your head off' look and moved onto the next guy who just happened to be Chino.

'So fag boy, you ready for some Adebisi dick, cause I'm gonna give it to you! Gonna make you squeal like a piggy.'

Chino watched the African trying to surreptitiously rub himself up against the counter as he danced. What a fuckwit. He couldn?t take this shit no more, he needed coke.

'Just give me my fucking food, you fuckwit!'

Ladling an extra scoop of mashed potato onto his plate, Adebisi grinned.

'Just want my piggy's ass to have meat on it when I come collect'

He couldn't believe that he was even entertaining this dickhead. For fuck's sake, what he wouldn't give for a skateboard! Picking up the extra scoop of mashed potato with his bare hands, he irritably threw the glob at the huge African.

' Keep your fucking potato, don't wanna be known as Chino the fat bastard!'

Adebisi's swaying slowed and the queue fell silent. Dragging a finger across his face, he caught some potato and tasted it. Seemingly unaware of the silence and increasingly irritated by the escalating itch in his nose, Chino carried on, undeterred.

Fuck!!! Don't you ever stop dancing?? I mean, you got St Vitus dance or some shit like that?'

The swaying stopped, staring into space, Adebisi dropped to his knees, letting the serving scoop fall from his hand. Hacks began to move forward, nervous hands twitching on night-sticks A hand came to rest on Chino's arm, turning, he saw Alvarez, his act was cool, but his eyes telling a whole different story. He was nervous and pulling him away from the counter.

'Come on man, don't mind this fuck, come sit down with the Hermanos.'

Alvarez didn't seem to be the type to get scared too easily, no coward ever got scars like that across their cheeks. Following the other man, Chino took his place with the rest of the Hermanos.

<<AWAYAAAAAALOIOOOOOOOOOOOOO>>

The shriek filled the cafeteria, reducing the sound of chatter to an uneasy silence. It was Adebisi. Hacks surrounded the man and were now trying to drag him off. Distracting him from the chanting maniac, Alvarez sat on the table in front of him. Cocky grin back in place. Oh yeah, I've found my prag

'Adebisi is fucked, basically, when he stops that dancing shit, get the fuck out!'

Trying not to look at the other guy's tight ass as it shifted on the tabletop, Chino kept his eyes on his tray.

'Great to know he's after my ass!'

That's when he did it. That damned sexy smile that had probably got him in the panties of countless chicks. Open your legs baby. The damned sexy smile that told Chino that Adebisi wasn't the only one after his ass. At that moment in time, Chino was glad of the table and the cover it provided. It was almost painful.

*~*

He'd managed to get some paper from Mc Manus, for his poetry. He figured that if 'Poet' could get it for that, then so could he. Looking round the small pod that he was sharing with Alvarez, yeah, sharing with Alvarez, a situation that was getting more difficult ever since that dinner when he'd done that smile and Chino had caught himself eyeing up the other man's ass. He' d been trying to write all fucking morning, a pointless exercise really. He wanted to write, maybe something about prison, something deep, about the loss of liberty or something like that but only one image kept coming to mind. Big, dark soulful eyes and sensuous lips. Lips that he could imagine round his cock making him cum harder than he'd ever come in his entire life. Frustrated, Chino slammed the notepad that McManus had given him against the 'star trek bulkhead' they had for a wall. Stretching out to lie on his back, he stared up at the ceiling and let out a deep sigh.

Miguel had seen the frustration on Chino?s face as he'd slammed his pad against the wall. He was only going into their pod because he had to. He kept telling himself that, after all, McManus had sent him to tell Moreno that a pod wasn't all the two men were to be sharing ... they were on the same work detail too. For months, Miguel had worked alone, folding bedding and arranging bandages and forceps. Now, he was to be working in that room, that room that was among the most secluded in Oz and with Chino. Nah, admit it Chico, you could tell him at dinner, you want to go in there. Cursing that devil on his shoulder for being right, Miguel stepped gingerly into the pod, trying not to pay too much attention to the other man. Picking up the notepad from the floor, he held it up to the top bunk where Chino lay.

' Hey man, I think you dropped your pad!'

Great, it wasn't that he didn?t want to see Alvarez, the problem was that wanted to. He wanted to see all of him and not only that, he wanted to taste him, make him his. Hearing the other man's soft, accented voice, was enough for him. His dick hardened within seconds. Shit, there was no way he was gonna let this guy see that. Mustering up the gruffest voice he could manage. Chino barked at the other man.

' Fuck the pad! Like I give a fuck!'

Turning on his side, his back to those big eyes, he tried to control his breathing, to make it sound like he really didn't give a fuck.

'Yeah, whatever man, McManus says you're working with me in the hospital tomorrow!'

He could almost *see?*in his mind Miguel shrugging, his hands on his hips as his said it. Footsteps fading into the distance and buzz of the common room and Miguel had gone.

'Mierda!'

*~*

The night had been uncomfortable to say the least, each man lying in his own bunk in silent pretence of sleep. The tension between them crackling, a now tangible presence in the pod. They had both welcomed the moment when the gates had opened and let them out to breakfast, but now, now they were worse off than before.

Each man worked in silence, folding the blankets and night-shirts. Each item they folded, adding to the soundproofing in the room. Miguel had tested that once, he?d spent all shift folding blankets, while rapping louder and louder in Spanish. The hacks had come in eventually and dragged him off to the hole, but he'd been able to scream at the top of his lungs before that happened. Miguel sniggered at the memory.

'What's so funny?'

Pulled from his thoughts, he looked across to Chino at the other side of the table. He was irritated, that much was obvious!

' Err nothing. What's up with you anyway??'

That had done it,he could tell, the other man looked like he'd been slapped across the face for about a second. It went as fast as it came, Chino was struggling to keep his cool though.

'What do you mean 'What's up with me?? There's nothing up with me'

Miguel did that famous shrug.

'Whatever...'

It happened so damn fast, that blind rage that had him when he'd killed that guy with his board had him again. Had him slamming the sheet down, jumping across the table, grabbing Miguel by the neck and pushing him into a wall. Hard.

'LOOK!! DON'T YOU DARE *WHATEVER* ME YOU FUCK!!! OR I'LL ...I'LL...

The move had shocked Miguel, he?d be an idiot if it didn?t but now, with his body pressed between the wall and Chino's, he wasn't afraid.

'You'll do what Moreno? I don't see no skateboard here for you to murder me with!'

He wasn't listening, the tension of the last few days and his proximity to the other man were getting to him, making his skin tingle with electricity and his breathing fevered. Looking into Miguel's eyes, he saw the same need, the same hunger reflected in them. For that moment, time seemed to stand still as each man decided what he was going to do. The waiting was over, lips claimed lips and tongues explored tongues in a violent burst of emotion. Each man trying to claim dominance over the other.

Swapping roles, Miguel slammed Chino against a blanket rack before moving his hand to rub the other man's bulging member through the rough cotton of his prison issue pants. The other man moaned loudly but quickly stifled it, re-concentrating his attention on plundering Miguel's mouth.

He was so hard. Surely Alvarez could feel that! Miguel began to grind himself against him, letting him feel his need, just how hard he was, before pulling away contact and dropping to his knees.

Chino watched as Miguel undid his pants and wrapped his hand firmly around the base of his manhood. Pink tongue snaking out from those full lips and circling his manhood. It was so good. In spite of himself and without Miguel's mouth to smother his response, Chino cried out.

'Oh fuck Miguel!!'

Taking it as encouragement, Miguel deepthroated Chino, causing him to buck and grip the blanket rack. He looks like Jesus, crucified. Building up his rhythm, Miguel savoured the taste and feel of Chino in his mouth. Pre-cum gathered on the tip, only to be lost into the depths of Miguel's throat. It wouldn't be long now. Chino was losing control and there was going to be no way to stop the tide once it started. Holding on to the last, Miguel finally relinquished control as Chino?s hips violently bucked, fucking his mouth hard.

Screaming, Chino came, shooting his essence into the other man's mouth. Knees buckling, he collapsed to his knees, drawing Miguel into his arms and bear hugging him as he came down from his high.

Pulling away, Miguel dragged the still weak Chino up and bent him over the table.

'Wh..wh..what are you doing?

Chino's speech was slurred, even as Miguel pulled down his pants leaving his ass bare. He still doesn't understand about this . That's when it occurred to him that this was probably Chino's first time with another man, reaching his hand through his legs, he gripped the other man's balls and massaged while soothingly speaking into his ear.

'Don't worry,I'll look after you mi Chinito!'

Good job he'd brought his lube to work today. There were certain privileges that came with working in the hospital store room,certain things that a chico could steal if he was so inclined.

It finally dawned on Chino what was going to happen. At first, panic shot through him, then Miguel had worked his magic again and now there was only arousal. Feeling a slimy substance being spread on his ass, he realised that Miguel had lube, apparently it wasn't painful if done properly wasn't anal sex. Now groaning again through his apprehension, he gasped as Miguel inserted first one lubricated finger into his anus. Writhing on the table, Chino gripped the edge and closed his eyes as another finger entered, stretching him and sending shivers up his spine. Miguel had now with his free hand, pulled his shirt up his back and was now trailing kisses up his spine as he worked his fingers. Another finger entered his ass and Chino moaned loudly, he was hard again. Suddenly, the fingers left. Moaning in protest, he heard the amused chuckles of his lover and then that same soothing voice.

'Oh mi Chinito, don't worry, I got something better for you!'

Something better....Already, he could feel it pushing at his puckered entrance, demanding entry. Miguel was pushing, trying to get in, gritting his teeth, Chino closed his eyes against the pain. It wasn't supposed to hurt like this. There was no where for him to go to escape, finally, the checkmate was over with. Suddenly, Chino felt his anus relax and Miguel slide inside of him, a sensation like no other he'd ever felt. Starting slowly at first, Miguel moved in and out of his ass, driving him crazy. There wasn't much more that he could take.

Sweat pouring from his forehead in the stuffiness of the storeroom, Miguel closed his eyes in concentration, lost in sensation. He could hear Chino moaning in pleasure again, but he'd keep control and keep it slow until he could be sure that the other man could take it. He wanted to keep Chino until parole. Chino's pants were now coming fast, and by the sounds of it, he wasn't the only one who was going to cum here.

'Miguel, harder...please...'

He was begging for it, he wanted him to go faster and harder and to fuck him into the table top. Whatever you want Letting himself go, Miguel began to mercilessly pummel into the other man's ass, faster and harder, tension building into his gut. He was close now, close to having the best orgasm in his life. Yet it wouldn't be enough. Pulling out of Chino, Miguel stood up and backed away.

He'd pulled out!!! He was almost there too! Standing up and facing him, he saw one of the most beautiful sights of his life. Miguel, shirtless and erect with his pants about his ankles, sculpted... perfect.

'Why did you pull out?'

He looked embarrassed.

'I want to see your face when I fuck you!'

This was an intimacy that went beyond just prison sex, Chino could understand why Miguel was embarrassed. Fags had no status, they were synonymous with prags. Smiling, Chino jumped up and sat on the table, before lying back, ready for him.

He wanted it too. Running his hands up and down Chino's thighs, Miguel eased his way back into Chino.

Gazing up at Miguel as he regained his rhythm and continued the rigorous pounding that hed started before, Chino, pulled the other man to his lips and captured them with his own. Hands wandering over the muscled back, he made it his own with nail marks, streaming blood down his lover's shoulder blades. Although not as animalistic as before, they soon teetered on the brink of their climaxes. Chino was the first to cum, shooting his sperm onto Miguel's chest and screaming out his second orgasm of the night.

As if from far away, Miguel heard Chino cum, his screams filling the small room and his ass muscles clenching and milking him. Finally Miguel came, stars shooting behind his closed eyes and shaking as the orgasm wrecked havoc on his body. He would have fell too , if Chino had not have caught him.

Chino was the first to speak.

'And I thought cavity searches were fun...'

Looking round at the mess in the storeroom, Miguel smirked.

'What would you have done if that hack you were hitting on actually responded to you, I mean, it's pretty obvious that was your first time with a man?'

Chino smirked.

'I haven't got a fucking clue...'

*~*

A week later

Lying in his bunk, Chino looked at the page he'd just written. It was the first poetry he'd written in here that he'd liked.

'There's still blood,

In your hair,

Got the Bruise

Of the year,

But there's something about those long shady eyes'

'Long shady eyes' himself chose that moment to walk in and throw a ball of paper at him before leaving. Uncrumpling it , Chino read the message.

'Oye mi Chinito, meet me in 15mins in Father Ray's chapel.....you need penitence!'

Parole was a long way off, but hey, who wanted parole when you had Miguel Alvarez to keep you busy?

The end?

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