"For all I know, you're the rat!"

"For all I know, you're the fucking rat!"

Pink spares a glance to the meatsack in the room beyond. He's stopped groaning. Could be passed out, could be dead, could just have shut the fuck up. "Now you're using your fucking head."

If there's one thing Pink has learned about White in the painfully short time they've known each other, it's that he can lose his temper or keep his cool on a dime. Pink opens his mouth to say something about the necessity of not panicking and gets the words knocked out of him as White gets a grip on his shirt and shoves him back against the sink.

"Don't you tell me what I'm doing, you hear?" White spits, right up close in Pink's face so he can smell the residue of his cigarette mixed with the tail end of his coffee. "You don't tell me what I'm doing, and you don't tell me what to do."

"I'm just saying, this is a delicate situation."

"Delicate situ- we don't- the diamonds... That boy!" White gesticulates wildly in the direction of the bloody mess of Mr Orange and Pink fights the beating drums of guilt sitting just below his diaphragm. He can worry about being guilty later.

The lip of the sink digs uncomfortably into Pink's buttocks, staining the ass of his suit wet. This is not a situation he wants to be in longer than necessary. He watches White's eyes stray from his face for just a second, checking up on the kid.

Fucking Orange. He's gonna blow this whole operation without trying. "Will you drop it!" Pink hoists himself free of White's grip. "Fuck the kid, he's gonna die anyway. I'm sorry he never sucked your dick, really, but you've gotta pull yourself together."

White pulls himself back together instantaneously. Pink's not really sure if it was the blowjob line or the snark against his self control that did it. "You really don't know when you shut your damn mouth."

"I know exactly when to shut my fucking mouth. I shut it before I tell the guy I'm working a job with my real name. I mean, Jesus Christ, White!"

"That's my name to do with what I want."

"That name is gonna get your rent boy in there killed."

White's eye twitches. "Enough of that shit. With the gay faggot ass shit, can't I just like the kid?"

Pink let's out a wry laugh. "You're real new to this."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I walked in the room, saw those big pretty two tone eyes and that fucking smile and I promised myself I wasn't gonna go near Mr fucking Orange." Pink shakes his head. "I've been in this game way too long to let my dick trip me up."

It takes White a minute to process what's been said. He looks like he might be about to let his confusion soften him but ends up deciding that he still doesn't like the implication that he wants to plough Orange's ass. His jaw sets and his shoulders square and Pink is suddenly hyper aware that White is standing between him and the door.

"I don't let nothing trip me up." White says, voice just above a whisper.

The adrenaline of the whole fucking thing; the heist, the police, Orange's imminent demise, White's rage; slam into Pink like a freight train. He could run a mile, or talk a mile a minute. The hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention and the horrible thought that he could just keep goading White and see what happens hovers within arm's reach.

"Right, of course. That's how the cops caught up to us, cuz you don't let anything trip you up."

"You really don't know when to stop talking."

"I'll shut up when I'm dead."

"I'm starting to think that day's gonna come a whole lot sooner than you think."

"Yeah? Show me."

White's hand is buried in the back of Pink's hair, dragging him towards the back wall with every intention of braining him against the tiles. Pink gets a leg between his and a hand on his arm and uses what little purchase he has to move his body up against White's, messily trying to grind up into him.

His head still hits the back wall, but once the colours have stopped popping in front of his eyes he's still alive and White still has a hold of him, leaning in dangerously close and clearly trying to decide if he knows what the fuck is happening.

"Did you just try to-?"

"Hey, I mean, it's not like the kid's going to."

Pink laughs when White's knee dodges his crotch to get him in the stomach, though it's a damn site less than the full force he's capable of.

"I don't know what you think-"

Pink gets his free hand on the outline of White's dick through the fabric of a suit that is infinitely nicer than anything the rest of them were wearing and squeezes. The beginnings of an erection jump up to meet him and he kind of wishes there was blood between his teeth when he grins up at White.

"I think you need someone to sort your shit out before you lose your head."

White is definitely debating hitting him again, but he hasn't tried to remove Pink's hand.

"C'mon!" Pink coaxes. "I'll even let you call me Orange if it'll make you feel better."

There's definitely blood in Pink's mouth once White had finished slapping the shit out of him. And Pink's hand is still on White's dick, moving ever so slowly, just daring him to straight up say that he's not having fun.

But that would be a lie. And Mr White is good at a great many things but for a career criminal, he fucking sucks at lying. "Get on your knees."

The tiles are a damn site short of comfortable as Pink hits them with a thud. He fumbles at White's fly to pull him free and is met by six and a half inches of mostly erect cock.

Before he can lean forward to take matters into his own hands, White fists his hair hard enough to make him yelp. "Open your mouth."

"Well you're anything but gracious, Mister Tip Master."

"I said open your fucking mouth and if you think I mean I want you to talk you're gonna lose that tongue real quick."

That's a good threat. Pink stoically decides that he doesn't want to know if he's actually aroused or not as White's dick makes a beeline for his open mouth. He can always jerk off on a bed of diamonds when this day is good and done.

White's cock slides along his tongue, tasting of sweat and skin. Fuck all that bullshit about the alluring taste of a man. Pink is always down for a spot of sword swallowing but he's not about to pretend it's any more glamorous than taking a fucking piss stick into your mouth.

At the end of the first thrust, Pink is painfully aware that White doesn't even care if he hits his gag reflex hard enough to make him puke. Sure, he probably cares enough to kill Pink for the indiscretion but he's not in a hurry to make it easy for him. Pink struggles to open his throat on the second thrust and barely makes it in time. White moves hard and fast, slamming into him like they're running out of time.

The cops could be here at any moment, they are definitely running out of time.

Pink tries to get a hold of White's thighs to steady himself but is repeatedly slapped away. "Keep your hands to yourself you filthy little faggot."

Look who's talking, Pink would say if he didn't have a dick in his mouth right this very second. White's grip grows steadily tighter, and when Pink glances down at the space between his knees he can see where his spit has pooled, stained pink by the blood in his mouth.

Ha. Mr Pink stained pink. What in incredible joke. It's probably deeply unsanitary to have someone else's blood on your dick but that sounds like a White problem.

White finishes with a throaty growl and holds himself down Pink's throat long enough that he has to batter him away to get a shot at breathing. "Jesus fucking Christ I need some oxygen down here."

The sneer White graces him with is so perfectly derogatory that Pink doesn't have to wonder if he practices in the mirror. "Sure you do." He buttons himself up and walks back over to the sink to wash his hands like it's nothing.

Pink collapses onto his haunches, somewhat in a daze. Adrenaline is still coursing through him but now that White is on the other side of the room he has nowhere to go with it. "White..."

"Shut the fuck up." White's voice is drained of emotion. Pink is nothing to him. Or Pink is gonna have to suck it up and feel like nothing to them.

In the other room, the sound of the door opening heralds the arrival of Mr Blonde. "Anybody home?"

"Right here!" White replies, and walks out to meet him, easy as ever.

Pink glares at his retreating back. The boner he's sporting is definitely the least of his worries right now.

"Where's Pink?" Blonde asks after White has filled him in on the basic details.

Only then does Pink collect himself, scrambling to get over to the sink and wipe the blood from his mouth before he goes out in front of Blonde and whoever else is out there looking like a freshly fucked pussy.

Thank you!!! I hope memes never die... Resdogs fandom is pretty quiet rn though so I gotta make my own fun