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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Daryl_Dixon/Merle_Dixon, Merle_Dixon/Martinez, Merle_Dixon/a_bunch_of
      random_prisoners
  Character:
      Merle_Dixon, Caesar_Martinez, Daryl_Dixon, Philip_Blake_|_The_Governor
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Dubious_Consent, Underage_Sex, Oral_Sex, Violent_Sex, Merle_Being
      an_Asshole, Poor_Daryl, Read_at_Your_Own_Risk, Bella_Monoxide_made_me_do
      this, Prompt_Fill
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-15 Words: 1332
****** Rage ******
by TWDObsessive
Summary
     Prompt fill
     So this is my first time filling a prompt. I kindly asked Bella
     Monoxide to supply one. My very first one. And did I get some nice
     Rickyl? Maybe some Daryl/Shane? No. Here's what I got:
     "Martinez and Merle fight each other in the walker pits at Woodbury.
     They are all hyped after the fight, and need an outlet for that
     adrenalin fueld energy. Merle had his share of encounters during his
     stints in prison, so he is not unfamiliar to sex with guys. And
     Martinez does not look to shabby in the showers, either..."
     Well, challenge accepted! Warning that there is underage sex, rape
     and violence throughout this entire thing. And spoiler alert- no
     fluff or love or sweet Rickyl type stuff like I normally write. You
     have been warned!
     Evil Bella - this is for you...
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Merle felt invincible. The fight was intense. Merle loved it. Was like bein'
back in the joint fightin it out in the yard. Like bein in the ring when he
tried boxin' for a while. Like fightin' his old man.
The crowd was wild, the walkers surrounding them (although toothless and only
for show) added to the jolt of testosterone.
It was all staged. The governor liked to put on a good show for his people and
Merle was always willing to brawl. He was supposed to take a dive on this one.
Let Martinez have it. But fuck.... He had a sudden rush of complete aggression
that he knew was going to be uncontrollable.
He'd just found out his baby brother was alive. Those fuckers at the prison had
his boy. Merle looked at Martinez and all he saw was Rick, that fuckin piece of
shit cop who cuffed him and left him for dead. T-dog who purposely lost that
damn key. His old man beatin' on him and his baby brother. Fuckers from his
stints at prison that dared to think they could fuck with ole' Merle. Everyone
of them became Merle's bitch. Some fairly easily and some that took a little
more encouragement like knocking out teeth and breaking fingers.
He looked over at Martinez as they danced around that arena. Merle is feeling
so much pent up he could bust. Needs to put his fist into something. Needs to
put his dick into something. The false pretense of civilization at Woodbury
didn't allow him a lot of opportunity to take what he wanted.
As he ducked from Martinez' pathetic punches he thought of his brother. He had
to get his brother back. Merle needed him and he knew the kid needed ole Merle.
No matter how old he was, Merle always thought if Daryl and his little baby
brother. The sweet one. The only person who loved Merle unconditionally. Though
he ain't given him much reason to other than showin up once in a while.
He took a couple beatings from their old man to spare the kid. First time Daryl
was probably no more than ten. Gangly as hell. Surprised one of the old man's
punches didn't break the damn kid in half.
After Merle would show, the old man would stumble out drunk and lookin for more
and Daryl would be stuck to Merle's side. Layin on the filthy couch holdin on
to Merle's arm, head on his lap, sucking his thumb, damn kid- sucking his thumb
at ten!
That's when Merle figured they'd help each other out. Knocked his thumb out of
his mouth. "You need somethin in yer mouth that bad boy?"
Two minutes later- sure as shit that goddamn thumb was back in his mouth. After
one of those types a night's Merle was near as drunk as the old man, but still
came home and protected his baby brother. Watchin him in his lap, he grew hard
and needy. He held Daryl firm. Told him he aughta be thankin ole Merle fer
everythin' he's done. Took out his cock and told Daryl to suck on that instead.
Couldn't believe how damn naive the kid was. Askin' why. Not getting it like he
didn't even know about jackin it yet. Always was damn dumb.
Merle told him it hurt and that Daryl was the only one who could make it better
and he did. Got right on there goin to it like it was his thumb but a hell of a
lot bigger. Merle would always put a gentle hand on his head and tell him nice
things. Kept him in line and wantin' to please. First time a course he choked
and almost threw up at the unexpected shot of thick cum into his throat. Merle
had laughed his ass off. But then pulled the kid into his arms. Petted his
head. Told him he'd protect him always. And then forward, Merle could get some
anytime he wanted.
By the time Daryl was 15 he'd still cling to Merle for protection. Merle'd been
in and out of prison several times and had gotten addicted to the feeling of
fucking a tight squirming hole that he was physically restraining. Showed up in
the middle of a knock down battle with the old man. Daryl shakin on the floor,
covering his head instead of trying to go on defense like a man.
That time Merle really laid into the old man- knocked him out cold. Made sure
he wasn't dead. Just drunk and unconscious on the kitchen floor. Merle took
Daryl to his bedroom. Talked all nice to him cause he likes that kinda shit.
Daryl begged him not to end up back in prison, he needed him here. Merle went
on with a story 'bout bein respected in prison, made up some horse shit 'bout
men in there letting him fuck 'em on account of respecting him so much. Merle
actin' like he'd enjoy another stint in the pen.
Daryl bit. Just like Merle knew he would. "You can do it to me if you stay,
Merle. I swear everyday. I promise, I'll be better 'n any a them."
Merle told his baby brother he believed him. Then had him strip and get on all
fours. Oh, Merle didn't fuck like him like in prison. He liked havin someone
offerin it up so easy so he nice-talked the boy. Used his finger and lube to
get him ready. Hit the right spot so Daryl would start learnin to need it. Need
him. And goddamn if it wasn't the hottest tightest hole he'd ever been in. And
havin that every night was what kept Merle out of prison and out of trouble
until the world ended.
With his focus back on the match he reached out with his prosthetic and slashed
Martinez across the chest.
The crowd noise pumped him up. The thought of gettin off pumped him up. The
feel of blood on his knuckle pumped him up. He was unstoppable. He took a fist
to the gut then twisted Martinez and wrestled him to the ground.
Declared the winner, Merle raised his arms and walked around the ring, taking
out each walker with a stab to the forehead. That hadn't been part of the
production either, but Merle was burstin'.
He followed after Martinez into the shower room, thinkin he was gonna have to
close his eyes while he fucked the ugly son-of-a-bitch, but he saw him naked
and helpless in the shower havin no idea what was comin and damned if it didn't
kinda turn Merle on even more. 'F that was even possible.
Merle sauntered over, cock already rock hard. Martinez turned to him and pushed
both hands in his chest. " 'the fuck you doing?- you were s'posed ta go down in
this one."
"Nah- I think this is your night to go down and he swung a fist into Martinez
that literally spun him around and knocked him unconscious.
By the time Martinez was starting to get his faculties back, Merle had him
turned over on all fours, ass lifted in the air, Merle steadying him with his
prosthetic arm under his stomach, scooping pooling blood from the shower floor
to lube up his cock. (He knew how hard it could be to get in there when they're
fightin it.)
And before Martinez could even speak, Merle had him split open, fucking his
hole and knowin this lucky mother-fucker wasn't gonna have to take much cause
Merle hadn't had this combination of fight and fuck since his last stint in
prison.
Merle came hard and choked out a long loud grunt. Martinez was coughing and
vomiting below him. "Sorry amigo" Merle laughed, but can't have ya bitchin
about this to the governor. And Merle stuck his prosthetic through the back of
Martinez' head.
Now that he had his relief, he needed to focus. Needed to find his baby
brother.
End Notes
     So yah- the prompt didn't mention Daryl, but I can't not write about
     Daryl. :-)
     Thank you Bella monoxide for a super fun out-of-my-comfort-zone
     challenge. I adore you!
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