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Cupcake: Reservoir Dogs Fic

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Cupcake
Fandom: Reservoir Dogs
Pairing: Blonde (Vic Vega)/Orange (Freddy Newandyke)
Summary: “You remind me of guys I used to see around when I was in prison, ” Blonde said. Freddy’s heart stopped.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 1319
Rating: R
Contains: Language. Sexual content. D/s.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.


A couple days before the heist Freddy went by himself to case the warehouse.

The lock wasn’t a dead bolt; he had an easy enough time getting in. Even though it was midday the place was creepy, twilight dark, cold and clammy. Still, being there was a necessary evil. Knowing the layout of the place might save his life when the robbery went down.

He was examining the emergency exits for a possible quick way out when the side door, which he had left unlocked, swung open. For a second bright sun lit up the whole dingy place. There was no ducking out of the way; he knew he had been seen by whoever it was so he stood his ground, waited to see what would happen.

A tall, shadowy figure ambled towards him. When the man got close Freddy saw it was one of Cabot’s men. Blonde, the cocky, toothpick-chewing one who thought he was Elvis. At least Blonde wasn’t one of the talkers.

“Hey,” Freddy said nervously. “You here doing your homework too?” Maybe, hopefully, Blonde had come to look over the meeting point, prep for the job. Hopefully he was just being a conscientious criminal. “So what are you doing here?”

Freddy expected this to be Blonde’s cue to shoot back, “what are you doing here?”

Instead he said, “I followed you here.”

“Huh? What do you mean you followed me here?” Freddy asked, genuinely alarmed. If Blonde was following him Cabot must have put him up to it. Was his cover blown?

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you,” Blonde said. He moved in, standing so close Freddy was looking at his chest. “I get a vibe from you. You remind me of guys I used to see around when I was in prison.”

Freddy’s heart stopped.

“What kind of guys?” He asked. His voice sounded high and shrill and he was grinning like an idiot. Did Blonde have him figured out? Had he fucked everything up?

“Prags,” Blonde said. He took the toothpick out of his mouth, tossed it on the ground. Freddy breathed again for a second, then he started to freak out in a whole different way. “Cute little bitches like yourself looking to hook up with a big man. I seen the way you look at White. You think he’s a big man and you’re looking to be his boy. I guess you go for the silver haired daddy type. Silver pit bull, that’s what White is. Is it real romantic, cupcake? Does daddy treat you right? Or are you up for a little man handling?”

“You’re fucking crazy,” Freddy snapped. “There’s nothing like that between White and I.”

“If that’s so, it’s not for lack of trying on your part.” He put his hand under Freddy’s chin, turned his face up, caressing his cheek with a thumb. “You’ll never make pretty, cupcake, not with that honker. Still, you’ve got nice eyes…”

“Get your fucking hands off me.”

“I gotta say, I thought I was through with guys when I made parole. The first thing I did when I was outside was buy me a nice piece of pussy. It was good, real good, but I still find myself wanting the other. Funny, ain’t it?”

“Real funny. Look, you and Nice Guy Eddie seemed like good friends. Why don’t you go molest him?”

Blonde smacked him across the face. Not as hard as he could have, not hard enough to send Freddy reeling, but hard.

“Ouch, motherfucker,” Freddy lifted a fist to hit back but Blonde was fast for such a big guy. In a second he had Freddy by the wrists.

“Eddie and I known each other since we were ten. I’d go down on my own brother before I’d ruin what I have with Eddie. Got that, cupcake? Now I think we ought to find something else for that mouth of yours to do.”

“No way. Let go of me or I’m gonna have to tell Cabot what a psycho you are.”

“Bullshit. You’re not going to tell anyone about this, especially your old man. This is gonna be our sweet secret.” Blonde released his hands. For a minute they stood there, glaring at each other, then Blonde said “get on your knees.”

Freddy considered running for it but instead he dropped to his knees.

“I’m not touching you,” he said. Blonde just laughed, which pissed Freddy off. What pissed Freddy off even more was how excited this was making him. So excited he wasn’t sure if he wanted to jerk off or throw up.

Blonde unzipped his fly, took his dick out. He was big, huge from Freddy’s eye-level perspective. Freddy found himself practically trembling with nervous energy and anticipation. Blonde traced his lips with the tip of his dick. It was hot, leaking pre-cum, yet strangely soft, vulnerable.

“Open up, cupcake,” Blonde cooed. Freddy did as he was told, he opened his mouth, took in the engorged penis. Blonde thrust forward, fucking his face, forcing his dick down Freddy’s throat. It made him gag but it made him hot too. He struggled to keep up with Blonde’s thrusts, his hand creeping down his pants to touch his own stiffening cock.

“I knew you’d love it, you cunt-faced cocksucker.” Blonde sneered. He pulled back, reached down to caress Freddy’s face. “Enough sucking. I’m not wasting myself on your mouth. I’m gonna fuck you up the ass now, prag, and you’re going to love that.”

“The fuck you are…” Freddy began. Blonde’s wet, erect cock suddenly slapped him across the face. For a moment, he was blinded and in that moment, Blonde was on top of him, pushing him down.

There had been a filthy mattress lying in the corner of the warehouse and they ended up wrestling on top of it. Freddy struggled hard, but Blonde was bigger, stronger and finally managed to pin him down, hands locked around his wrists.

“You’re not fucking me,” Freddy yelled. “I only sucked your dick because you’re fucking crazy. No way are you fucking me.”

“No need to get riled up, cupcake,” Blonde said calmly. He ground his pelvis against Freddy’s and against his better judgment, Freddy found himself grinding back, arching against Blonde, wiggling not to get away but to maximize contact. The truth was Blonde was right about him, he wanted it, wanted to be dominated like this.

Blonde let his hands go, turned him over onto his stomach. Obligingly, Freddy got up onto his hands and knees. In one swift motion, Blonde had his pants and underwear down around his knees and was rubbing his dick against Freddy’s bare ass. With one hand he reached around, started jerking Freddy off.

“Has your old man done you like this yet?” Blonde inquired.

“No,” Freddy admitted.

“You’re lucky I ain’t got the old guy’s hang-ups and scruples.”

“Shut up and put it in me.”

He must have brought lube with him. Freddy felt his fingers slide in easy.

“Relax, tight ass,” Blonde said. “If I wanted to hurt you I’d already be in.” His fingers moved in and out until Freddy stopped clenching. “Here comes,” Blonde whispered and pushed the length of his huge dick inside.

Freddy was alarmed at how easy it went in, how natural it felt to be fucked by this cocky asshole he couldn’t stand. It should have hurt, he shouldn’t have wanted it. It shouldn’t feel so good, so hot. Blonde was fucking him and he was loving it, grunting and writhing and about to spill.

What he had felt for White, he’d thought that was something special, a once in a lifetime thing but here he was, about to come with another man up his ass.

Blonde had known what Freddy was. Maybe Blonde knew him better than he knew himself.

Cuz Freddy didn’t think he knew himself at all any more.


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 23rd, 2010 12:15 pm (UTC)
Oh, how great! And so hot! There should be more of this pairing. <3
Jun. 23rd, 2010 04:17 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much, I'm glad you liked it.
Jun. 23rd, 2010 12:42 pm (UTC)
Ooooh, very hot. And a bit sad and ohh, poor Freddy :(
(But mostly hot.)
Jun. 23rd, 2010 03:47 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much.
Jun. 23rd, 2010 01:30 pm (UTC)
This was fantastic! I love how you portrayed Blonde & Freddy. Hopefully you've got more stories like this coming soon.
Jun. 23rd, 2010 03:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it.
Jun. 24th, 2010 12:40 pm (UTC)
This story packs a punch. Powerful and well-told.
Jun. 24th, 2010 02:33 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much, I'm glad you liked it.
Jun. 30th, 2010 10:04 am (UTC)
UNF i wish i could write ResDogs fic half as hot as you do. even though i'm an orange/white kind of gal, this is the best Mr. Blonde portrayal i've ever read, perceptiveness + psychosis all in one. loved blonde's casual "you'll never make pretty with that honker" comment and his twisted sense of honor (not wanting to destroy his friendship with eddie).
Jun. 30th, 2010 03:41 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much, I'm glad you liked it. Orange/White will always be my OTP but I've never been adverse to mixing things up a little.
Sep. 15th, 2010 10:08 pm (UTC)
Hurr. Hurr. That was lush. Blonde is such a delicious character, but kinda hard to pull off well - but guess what, you captured his pychosis perfectly.
Jan. 15th, 2011 02:12 am (UTC)
It's fantastic! I like this pairing.
Have you got any other fics with it?
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