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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_100_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Bellamy_Blake/John_Murphy, John_Mbege/John_Murphy_(mentioned)
  Character:
      Bellamy_Blake, John_Murphy_(The_100)
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference, Submission, Praise_Kink, Rimming, Anal_Fingering, Dirty
      Talk, Blowjobs, Oral_Sex, Oral_Fixation, Ark_AU, Role_Reversal, Sexual
      Coercion, guard!Bellamy, Prisoner!Murphy, Submissive!Bellamy, Age_Play,
      Dominant!Murphy, sir, Pet_Names, Obedience, Size_Kink, Penis_Size,
      Homophobic_Language
  Series:
      Part 3 of 101_Smut_Drabbles
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-05 Words: 3343
****** We've Met Before ******
by St0rybr00ke
Summary
     AU in which Bellamy doesn't lose his job as a guard and instead is an
     officer in the Sky Box. During a random cell search he finds
     contraband in one John Murphy's cell, but offers to make a bargain
     with Murphy in exchange for Bellamy 'forgetting' he found anything.
     But what Bellamy has in mind is completely different from what Murphy
     expected, but he's surprisingly okay with giving into Bellamy's
     desires.
     AKA Bellamy wants to get in Murphy's pants but Bellamy is submissive
     as fuck and likes to call Murphy sir
Notes
     I've been awake for 72 hours and abjectly horrified at the lack of
     Murphamy fics, so I'm going to right that wrong one nasty ass fic at
     a time. Murphy is 16, Bellamy is 21 so if you don't like that just
     click out now :)
"Inmates must remain outside in the hall on the corresponding side of their
cells. Once your cell has been cleared you will be allowed to leave to the rec
room. All contraband will be confiscated. Contraband includes alcohol, tobacco,
any mind or mood altering substance, personal photos, weapons..." Murphy zones
out as he leans against the wall of the white hall outside his cell. It would
be his luck that him and Mbege have the very last cell to be searched. Murphy
feels like it's been hours since the random search started when in reality it's
likely only been just under 45 minutes. The guards are quick and methodic. They
tear a cell apart and move along to the next one. Anyone who gets caught with
contraband is quietly walked away to a solitary cell. Murphy rolls his eyes as
he hears his cell being torn apart inside. He glances over to Mbege and sees
his friend shoot him an irritated look. Murphy is pretty sure they don't have
any contraband, besides, if they do Murphy could do with some alone time. The
clattering of objects suddenly stops and the guard exits the cell, looking at
the two of them. Murphy recognizes him vaguely. Officer Blake, the guy with the
sister. He'd somehow managed to kiss Jaha's ass enough to convince him to let
him stay with the guard, instead being assigned into the Sky Box. It was like a
cruel joke. The man's sister was locked up here for the crime of being born,
put away into solitary since she had arrived six months ago and as such he
couldn't even see her. Blake glances at Murphy first, a long hard stare before
he glances over his shoulder at Mbege. "Mbege, you're free to go. Murphy, come
in for a moment." By now most of the guards and other inmates have left. Mbege
tossed a confused look to Murphy and he arches a brow as if to ask, 'should I
leave?' and Murphy gives him a tiny sharp nod. 
"What seems to the problem, Officer?" Murphy asks with his trademark sarcasm as
he follows Blake into his cell. His and Mbege's belongings are scattered across
the room. His bottom bunk was stripped down to the mattress with the sheets
thrown aside.
"I found something that I don't think you should be having in your cell."
Bellamy slowly shuts the door behind him and Murphy hears it automatically lock
behind him. Bellamy must be fearless if he's willing to lock himself in a cell
with John Murphy. He did after all have a habit of losing his head and snapping
on a guard every once in awhile. Bellamy reaches into his pocket and slowly
pulls out a small flask. Carved into the side are the small but unmistakeable
initials of JM. But it isn't his. Downsides of being bunked with someone with
the exact same initials as him. It was Mbege's, but Murphy wasn't a snitch. He
sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, standing there with a smirk. 
"You caught me, Officer. Lock me up." Murphy chuckles dryly but Bellamy wasn't
smiling. 
"I actually want to cut you a deal." Murphy slickly hides his surprise and
simply stares Blake down. 
"A deal? What do you want?" Murphy asks bluntly, but Blake seems as if he's
going to show Murphy what he wants. He tosses the flask aside and Murphy hears
it land with a clatter somewhere in the small cell. Murphy backs away purely on
instinct until his back hits the hard concrete wall. Blake stands tall over
him, his strong jaw is clenching up beautifully and Murphy recognizes that look
in his eyes. Instantly a look of disgust becomes apparent on his face as he
puts his hands up on Blake's chest to push him away. 
"God, fuck no! I'm not gonna let you fuck me!" Murphy cries out. Sure him and
Mbege had dabbled a bit on late nights when they were horny and were tired of
their own hand, but they never fucked, and Murphy definitely never took it up
the ass. It wasn't like he was gay, it was just impossible to get off in his
cell without Mbege hearing. Blake looks a bit taken aback before a demure smile
slipped across his lips.
"No... Th-that's not what I want. I want you to fuck me." he breathes it out so
softly Murphy almost could've missed it. Murphy practically chokes at the idea.
Bellamy has to at least be 21, and he's asking Murphy, a 16 year old delinquent
to fuck him? Murphy was even slightly surprised that Bellamy took it up the
ass. He didn't even strike him as gay.
"You want me to fuck you?" Murphy asks slowly after a long pause, he's quiet
now, his sarcasm is gone. Bellamy slowly nods and reaches up to slowly stroke
Murphy's cheek, running his thumb over Murphy's high cheekbones. Murphy shivers
a bit under the touch but he tries hard to keep himself composed. "What, can't
find anyone else to fuck?" Murphy tries to slip back into his sarcastic manner
but the impact of his words don't hit as hard as he hoped they would. Blake
just shakes his head as he leans in towards Murphy, their lips now inches
apart. 
"I could... But I want you. I want to worship every fucking inch of you, I want
you to bury your cock in my fucking ass." Blake's voice drops deeply and his
arousal seeps into his thick voice. And Murphy swears he's not gay but he feels
his cock stirring. He's been with a girl or two, sucked Mbege's cock a handful
of times, but he's never thought about fucking a guy. But god, it's been awhile
since he's gotten his dick wet, and Bellamy's lips look so fucking good right
now. He sees now what Blake wants, and he can get with that. A predatory smirk
glides over his face and he tilts his head up to look up into Bellamy's face,
taking in his flushed cheeks and dazed eyes. Murphy's pink tongue darts out to
wet his lips and he can see Bellamy's pupils turn dark and blown out and Blake
moans, fucking lets out this little moan when he sees Murphy's wet tongue.
Murphy could laugh, Blake sounds so fucking needy. 
"You wanna get fucked by a delinquent, wanna get some teenage cock in your
ass?" he purrs like a dangerous animal and he watches Bellamy hastily lean in
to kiss him but Murphy quickly jerked his head to the side and hears Bellamy
whimper needily at the denial. "You wanna touch me? Fucking do it then, show me
how bad you want my cock." Those words seem to be the magic trick as suddenly
Bellamy drops to his knees in front of him and practically begins to rip
Murphy's loose pants off. 
"Yes, sir." Blake pants out and Murphy can't deny that his eyes widen and his
cock begins to thicken as Bellamy pulls both Murphy's pants and his boxers down
around his ankles. Murphy's cock is straining painfully now, that little
desperate 'sir' pushed him to the edge into full blown arousal. He tilts his
head back, he's expecting Blake to swallow his cock but suddenly Blake's hands
are on his hips and Murphy's being turned around to face the wall. 
"Woah, what the fuck, Blake?!" Murphy snaps, trying to turn back around. He was
sure he had made himself clear that he would not be there one getting fucked. 
"Call me Bellamy, please, sir." Bellamy breathes out. Before Murphy can respond
he suddenly feels Bellamy's hands on his ass, spreading him open and exposing
him. Murphy turns bright red and opens his mouth to protest and push Bellamy
away when suddenly he feels something hot and wet against his hole and jesus
fucking christ it's so dirty but it feels goddamn amazing. Murphy's knees
buckle and he would collapse if it wasn't for Bellamy's strong hands holding
his legs apart. At first it's slow, broad licks across his hole, he hears
Bellamy moan in absolute bliss. He's clutching onto Murphy's thighs tight
enough to bruise and he begins to suck and lick with more fervor and
excitement. Murphy lets out a choked groan as he looks over his shoulder and
sees the absolutely stunning sight. Bellamy's gazing up at him with a hooded
gaze, his face just fucking buried in Murphy's ass like it's the last thing
he'll ever taste. And it has got to be the most erotic thing Murphy's ever seen
in his life. 
"Sweet fuck! Don't you dare fucking stop, Bellamy, so fucking good." Murphy
pants out and it's like Bellamy preens at the praise, another interesting
little tidbit about the officer on his knees. It was so filthy, Bellamy was
still fully clothed in his officer's uniform. Bellamy seems encouraged by
Murphy's praise, he presses his tongue into Murphy's hole, slipping just past
the outer ring of muscle. Murphy swears he sees stars as he lets out a choked
groan. "That's so good, baby, you're so fucking amazing." Murphy grunts as he
arches his back and thrusts back onto Bellamy's tongue. It's such a hot
scenario unfolding. The air is thick and heavy with sex and Murphy's getting
eaten out by a guard, a fucking sexy one at that. Murphy wonders if this is how
girls feel. No, this has to be ten times better.
Bellamy seems to be feeding off of the praise, he's thrusting his tongue into
Murphy's tight unbreached hole with fervor and gusto now, and as embarrassing
as it is Murphy knows he's gonna come just from Bellamy's talented tongue. He
suddenly pushes Bellamy away from him and turns around. Murphy's cheeks are
flushed, Bellamy's sitting there still on his knees with a tent in his pants.
His mouth is slick with spit and his eyes are heavy with lust and desire.
"Did I do something wrong, sir?" Bellamy sounds so different without his usual
commanding and demanding tone. He sounds desperate, needy. Murphy struggles for
a moment to breath as he leans his head against the wall, a grin slowly
spreading across his face.
"No, that was fucking amazing, baby." Murphy coos and he watches the way
Bellamy just fucking melts at the praise. "Pants. Off. Leave the shirt on."
Murphy commands. Murphy gets a sick sense of pleasure thinking about fucking
Bellamy with the older man still in his uniform. Murphy is a teenage
delinquent, Bellamy is the guard meant to keep him locked in his prison. Murphy
drops his hand down to his cock and lazily strokes over his shaft slick with
precome as he watches Bellamy undress for him. Bellamy's eyes are hungrily
glued to Murphy's cock as he undid his belt and slowly pushed his work slacks
onto the floor. In that moment Murphy was grateful he wasn't the one getting
fucked today because Bellamy's cock wasn't shockingly huge but it was
definitely thick and above average. Murphy felt a brief sense of inadequacy. He
wasn't small, but he wasn't nearly as big as as Bellamy. "Jesus, you're fucking
huge." Murphy can't help his words. Bellamy flushes and shifts shyly. Murphy
blinks and suddenly Bellamy is back on his knees in front of him with a
strangely innocent and demure demure expression.
"But yours is perfect, sir." Bellamy croons and Murphy has to roll his dark
eyes at the flattery. But his eyes soon roll for a different reason when
Bellamy eagerly takes Murphy's cock into his mouth. Bellamy seems to enjoy when
Murphy takes control so Murphy reaches down to tangle his hands in Bellamy's
tight black curls. Bellamy gets the message and obediently stills his bobbing
head. Murphy's cock is nowhere as impressive as Bellamy's but he feels
Bellamy's throat tighten and Murphy can hear the guard quietly choking as
Murphy begins to thrust into his mouth. It's fucking hot, Bellamy holding
totally still and letting Murphy fuck his mouth. Bellamy's eyes begin to water
as Murphy picks up the pace and begins to thrust with some feeling. Bellamy
suddenly chokes but Murphy doesn't slow the pace. Murphy swears he could listen
to the sounds of Bellamy choking, gagging, and slurping on his cock for the
rest of his life. Bellamy must have done this before because he feels like a
goddamn pro. But then again Murphy hasn't gotten his dick sucked much.
Murphy finally eases up and pulls his cock from Bellamy's mouth after a
particularly loud gagging sound from Bellamy. But Bellamy shocks him when
suddenly he lurches forward and swallows Murphy to the base, his nose pressing
against Murphy's crotch, his eyes gazing up at Murphy and desperately pleading
for approval. He doesn't have to wait long. "Fuck, that's so fucking good!"
Murphy practically yells. Bellamy is sucking, his tongue rubbing up on the
underside of Murphy's shaft and Murphy could right there, but Bellamy asked to
get fucked and Murphy wants so bad to come in that tight ass of his. Murphy
reaches down and grabs his hair, pulling Bellamy off of him and shoving the
guard towards the bed. Bellamy lands on his back and Murphy wastes no time
pouncing on him and locking lips in a very brief but hot kiss. Lips meld and
teeth clash, Murphy can taste himself on Bellamy's tongue and it's actually
kind of fucking hot. Bellamy groans into the kiss and melts back into the bed,
totally compliant and Murphy is sure he could do anything right now and Bellamy
would let him. He breaks the kiss and brings his fingers to his mouth. "Suck."
he orders simply and Bellamy responds with an eager nod and a whimpered 'yes
sir' as he takes Murphy's fingers into his mouth. He sucks them just like he
did Murphy's cock; enthusiastically and with skill. 
"God that mouth is so fucking good." Murphy grunts as he slips his wet fingers
from Bellamy's mouth. Bellamy tilts his head back with a soft sigh as Murphy is
unwilling to waste any time and reaches down to press his index finger into
Bellamy's greed hole. It slides in easier than he thought it would, Bellamy is
already just a bit stretched but he still lets out a pleased groan. Murphy
smirks as he thinks of all the dirt he can hold Blake's head now. "Does the
infamous Bellamy Blake finger himself when he's alone?" Murphy croons, with
Bellamy already being a bit stretched Murphy moved quickly and added a second
finger, this time he meets with a bit of resistance. Bellamy throws his head
back and gives a tiny embarrassed nod. Murphy is thrilled with the answer as he
suddenly brushes against something in Bellamy that makes the elder man jolt and
moan in absolute joy. "What do you think about, Bell? When you finger yourself
at night?" Murphy asks softly as he slowly rubs his finger over that spot he
had brushed against, watching as Bellamy trembles and shivers at the ecstasy
running through him. After a moment he manages to reply.
"You. I think about you." his voice is trembling and the words barely make it
past his lips. "About this, about making you cum from just my mouth on your
hole and my hand on your cock. You taste so much better than I imagined you
would, sir." Bellamy keens as Murphy began to press a third in, stroking faster
over that sensitive little bundle of nerves and enjoying watching Bellamy
struggle to speak, struggle to form a coherent thought. Murphy glances down and
he never thought having his fingers in another man could be so sexy but
watching Bellamy's hole stretch open for him, clenching greedily at his fingers
and the most beautiful and desperate sounds pouring from the guard's mouth as
he writhed on the fingers of his sixteen year old prisoner. Finally for the
first time that he had gotten here Murphy is in control. 
"What would the others think if they walked in and saw you like this?" Murphy
bemused, taking pleasure in watching Bellamy's cheeks turn bright red. Murphy
slips his hands out of Bellamy's hole and watches in a mixture of pleasure and
awe as Bellamy's hole is still left open and wanting. Murphy smirks at Bellamy
as he spits in his hand and rubs it on his cock. Bellamy looks thrilled as
Murphy slowly and tortuously pressed the red tip of his cock to Bellamy's
stretched hole. "Anyone of them could walk in through that door right now,
could see you on your back with your legs spread for, of all people, a fucking
teenage delinquent." Murphy reminds him as he suddenly thrusts into the tight
heat. And dear god it's so fucking good. Bellamy is fucking tight around him,
it's nothing but absolute pleasure. And Bellamy is moaning as he's finally
getting what he wanted. His hands clutch tightly at the mattress and his eyes
close as he trembles with pleasure from the sheer fullness. "Everyone would
know what a fag you are, how bad you want this cock MY cock in your ass."
Murphy practically growls as he thrusts deep into Bellamy and watches the man
arch his back in pleasure and let out a strained gasp. "But you like that,
don't you? You like the idea of getting caught while you're getting fucked like
this, that's why you're here." Bellamy manages to nod and make a grunting sound
as Murphy grips his hips and pulls Bellamy fully onto his cock. 
"Yes, yes, yes." Bellamy can barely get the words out, he can only manage a
series of helpless whimpers and whines, Murphy can hear pleas to cum, 'please
touch my cock, please let me cum' and he's nearing the brink, he can't last
much longer. He decides to take pity on Bellamy and wraps his hand around the
guard's cock. It only takes two strokes of Bellamy's hand and Bellamy is
bucking and thrusting and cumming, spurts of cum landing on his uniform shirt.
His whole entire body tenses and his ass clenches around Murphy's prick so
tight it feels like he can't move. Murphy hunches over, grunting and moaning as
he cums into Bellamy. He'd fucked girls but had never been allowed to cum
inside them. Now he knew what all the fuss was about. Cumming into him,
spilling into Bellamy's tight ass felt so fucking good, almost as good as
fucking him felt. Bellamy moans softly, he can feel Murphy's cock pulsing in
his ass as Murphy fills him. His cock is lying limp against his stomach, his
cum already drying on his uniform. Murphy grunts as he slips out of him and
falls back against the wall the bunk is pressed against, sweating and still in
a bliss. He watches hazily as Bellamy slowly gets up and moves with a wince to
grab his slacks from the floor and pull them up his legs. He grins as he
watches Bellamy try to wipe the cum off his shirt. It's not that bad, Murphy
thinks. It just looks like he spilled something on himself. 
"So you think you'll be checking my cell more often?" Murphy asks
sarcastically, Bellamy manages a faint smile. His curls are a sweaty mess and
his cheeks are flushed. He's got this 'just fucked' look to him and it's
absolutely delectable. 
"Yeah. I think so. I've gotta go..." Bellamy says quietly as he tucks his shirt
into his pants and runs his fingers through his curls in an attempt to tame his
sex hair. "Someone is gonna notice that I've been gone awhile." he sighs
heavily as he began to move towards the door. Murphy glances over and spots the
forgotten flask on the floor, the reason for all of this. 
"Aren't you gonna take the flask?" he asks curiously. It is contraband after
all. Bellamy glances over and smirks at him faintly as he unlocks and opens the
door. 
"What flask?"
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