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Thugs & Bitches	By : Zilo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 4627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Eminem (Marshall Mathers). I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Thugs & Bitches
Author: Zilo
Summary: Em's been working to hard and Fifty shows up to stir things around a bit
Rating: NC-17 (sex, language, adult themes)
Pairing(s): Eminem "Marshall Mathers" / 50 Cent "Curtis Jackson"
Author’s notes: Another 50/Em story filled with silly banter and causual sex.
*Disclaimer*:This didn't happen. I don't own 50 cent or Eminem, they own themselves. I make no claims about their sexual preferences. This is just for fun. No profit made.

Em frowned. He'd been in a shitty mood all day. He was stressed out, tired, pissed off and had no one to take it out on. He'd been working on a track for the last five hours with Fifty and Obie and the beat just wasn't flowing right. There was something off about it, too fast, too slow, nothing was helping and it was pissing him off to no end. Obie and Fifty had left about a half hour ago and he had been still messing around with ince.nce. He stood up, took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Fuck" he muttered. He needed to go home and just sleep.

He didn't even hear anyone come in and nearly jumped out of his skin, when a big meaty hand covered his mouth and a dark black arm wrapped him tightly against a hard muscled chest. "I'm kidnapping ya." Fifty's voice growled into his ear. "Don' try an fight me, ya fuckin' workaholic, I'll kick yo' skinny white ass back ta Detroit." Fifty's hand slipped from his mouth, fingers curling and pointing into a gun. "An' ya best not mess wit me bitch, I got firearms! Dis is serious business." He waved the finger gun up in his boss's face.

When Marshall could breath again, having gotten over his surprise he cracked a smile. "Curtis, I've told you a thousand times... No guns in the studio."

Fifty's other arm bodily turned him around, while he pressed his finger into the small of his back. "That's why we leavin' the studio. I'ma walk a step behind ya, don't talk to nobody just walk outside like things is normal."

Marshall went along with it. He wasn't sure why but having Fifty go all thug on his ass and start ordering him around was kind of turning him on. He decided to be a god little boy and follow orders by not talking to anyone on the way out.

When they were in the elevator Fifty tapped his finger gun against Em's temple as he said; "My car's on level two." He nodded towards the elevator buttons. Em pressed the one that said L2. It lit up and they started moving.

"So where are ya takin' me?" Em asked conversationally
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"We goin' ta my crib. I'ma drug ya up an' den take advantage of ya."

Em snorted. "Sounds like fun."

Fifty nudged his nose against Em's neck, "You betta believe it. It's cause I actually know how ta have fun."

"Hey! I know how ta have fun!" Em said indignantly.

"Maybe ya used ta, before ya got old." Fifty teased as he nipped his earlobe. He smiled brightly at Marshall's scowl.

"Seriously though dawg, ya been workin' too much lately." Curtis's hands fanned down Marshall's slim body to grasp his hips. "You needa get laid good'n hard." He punctured the last three words with quick thrusts against Em's crotch. "I look out fer my boss, he needs to get some? I'm there fer my man."

"Yer so giving." Marshall half groaned, lacing his fingers together around Fifty's neck.

"Yeah, I should get community service hours for this shit."

The elevator doors slid open and Fifty slipped back into thug mode and pulled out his finger gun again. "Aight boy, if ya wanna live den ya betta do exactly as I say."

As it turned out, in order to survive Marshall had to give road head, which he was more than happy to provide, but pretended otherwise for the sake of their game. The normally short drive to Fifty's place took much longer due to sporadic driving on his part.

***

"Where is everybody?" Em asked while they lounged on Fifty's large bed.

"Out, I dunno, damn bitches should have their own damn cribs ta be in. Sometimes a nigga juss wants da place to his self, ya know?"

"Ya kicked em' out?"

"Fer a lil' while." Fifty licked his thumb and index finger and rolled the end of the joint together.

"Are ya done wit that shit yet?" Em asked, eying the joint. "Ya need any help?" He joked.

"I know how to roll a fucking joint bitch." Fifty, finished with assembly, grabbed a lighter off the nightstand and lit the end. He pulled the smoke deep into his lungs and held it for twenty seconds. He turned to look at Em, who put his hand out for the joint. Fifty held onto it and instead roughly grabbed his head and sealed their lips together. He held the smoke a second longer so that Em had time to get ready. Marshall's hands clutched tightly at his biceps as Fifty felt the smoky air sucked from his lungs. The kiss was hot and Fifty imagined white half moons on his arms where Marshall's fingernails dug sharply into him. Their lips parted, leaving them both panting for air.

"That was fucking hot." Em stared at him a moment longer and then said; "Now I'm horny." He paused and then peeled off his shirt and threw it on the floor. "I'm horny baby..." He rasped in a creepy Austin Powers voice.

Fifty rolled over on him, crushing him with his vastly larger body. His laughter drowning out the sound of Marshall's protests at being squashed. "Don't eva talk like dat again dawg! I ain't havin' no sex with no Austin Powers!"

"But I'm shagadelic!" Marshall hollered out from somewhere beneath him.

Fifty laughed and rolled off him, "Yar fuckin' carpets shagadelic, ya juss kinda sexy ina skirt." He dropped the joint in an ashtray on the bedside table.

Em's eyes widened slightly in surprise, he's wasn't sure if Fifty was just completely teasing him or not so he joked; "Only kind of?"

"Mmm, more den kind of." Fifty pushed him down against the bed, straddling his hips and stared down at him. He ran his hand across Marshall's chest and tweaked one of his nipples. "Ya all dressed up in dat catholic school girl outfit for dat video? Shiit, ya looked fine anckabckable." Marshall shivered and rocked up against him allowing Fifty to pin his arms over his head. "It must be yo girly features dat make you such a hot chick." Fifty said with a playful smirk.

Marshall's eyes blinked open, bright blue with mock disbelief, "You did not just call me a fucking girl."

Curtis busted up into laughter and snuggled his head in the crook of Em's neck his tongue flicking out to lick the cleft in Em's chin. "Oh Marshall, but you know you're my lil girl."

Em snorted. "Yeah well your lil' girl wants to get some dick already." He arched his back and tried to rock his hips up against Fifty's crotch. "Are you gonna fuck me or what?"

"Yeah." Fifty crawled off him to get the necessities of lube and a condom. "Get naked!" he called out over his shoulder.

"Only for you baby!" Marshall hollered back while shucking off his track pants and boxers in one quick motion and tossing them on the floor.

Fifty came back over to the bed naked with both items in hand. He tossed the lube on the bedspread next to them and crawled up on his knees to where Marshall lay. "Only for me?" He asked as Em sat up and started rolling the condom down his dick. "Yeah right, ya'd get naked fer anyone, Mr. I-Moon-the-World-at-Every-Opportunity."

Marshall layback down again and let Fifty arrange himself between his legs. "That is so different, besides if anyone here’s an easy slut itchyou."

Fifty shook his head, "So I like da ladies? Man, I'ma pimp. Variety is da spice of life. You get shot nine times dawg, dat shit'll make ya appreciate life in a whole new way."

Em smirked, "No thanks."

Fifty nodded as he grabbed the lube and slicked up two fingers, "Let's get down ta business, yea?"

"No biznas like ho biznas.” Em half moaned as two wet wiggling fingers entered him.

Fifty smiled big and wide, fingers curling and probing inside tight heat. “An’ we both know who’s da ho in dis crowd.”

“You?”

“Nah, yo mamma.”

“Fuck.” He panted as Fas Fifty added a third finger. “Yeah that bitch is a ho, but shit, ya tryin' to give me limp dick? Don’t bring her up while you’re do’n- uhh.” He stopped mid rant as Fifty tapped his prostate, his mouth dropped open and an involuntary groan hitched out.

“You was say’n baby?”

Marshall’s arms tensed as he clawed at the mattress. “Don’t fucking stop.”

Curtis tapped the spot again and watched Marshall squeeze his eyes shut and shiver with pleasure. “I love your ‘ing ing fucked face’ all scrunched up and cute like that.” Fifty cracked a knowing smug smile as Em blinked one of his eyes open to half heartedly glare at him.

“So fucking fuck me already.” Em panted out crankily.

“Impatient lil’ bitch.” Fifty pulled his fingers out and slapped his thigh, “I changed my mind. On yo’ stomach, knees bent.” Em begrudgingly rolled over and positioned himself as ordered. “Arms up, keep em’ there.” Curtis squeezed Marshall’s wrists together over his head and then let his hand fall lightly down his arms and back. His thumb traced a line down his ass and dipped in between his sweaty cheeks.

Unexpectedly a wet tongue followed the same path and trailed down to trace the tight ring of muscle lining the quivering hole. At the first touch of his friend’s tongue against him Em jumped. “Shiiiit.” He keened and pulled away. Curtis seized slim hips, turning him over to face bright blue confused eyes.

“What’sa matter baby?” He curled the other man against him protectively.

“That was just... I...” He stopped and blushed. “I wasn’t expecting... I mean I...shit. You just surprised me is all. Um.” He pressed his glowing face against Curtis’s neck and mumbled something.

“What?”

“Can we just get back to the fucking and pretend that never happened?”

Fifty kissed him and nodded. He grabbed a near by pillow and gave it to Em to prop under his ass, for better angling. “Aight sexy, ya ready for da best fuck of yo life?” Em nodded.

Fifty held his hard cock and pushed his way inside. True to his word he fucked him good and hard, maneuvering them both slowly into different positions. It was hot and sweet, Fifty’s big dick driving into Em’s little ass, both men panting hard and loud. Em came with Fifty's hands digging bruises into his hips, white come sliding down his chest as Curtis came shuddering inside him.

"Marsh." The name mumbled against a sweaty neck, sent warm shivers down the other man's spine.

The two lay in a limp pile of tangled arms and legs until Marshall said; "Dawg that was fuckin' sweet, yo, but uh... I can't breath. You're crushing me."

Fifty laughed and pulled out of him and rolled over, "Breathing is overrated."

Marshall sighed and scrunched his body back up against the headboard, weakly leaning against it and breathing heavily. “Yo I’m tapped out man. I’m ready for a nap now.” Em flopped over on his side dramatically.

“Oh well, guess I’ll just hafta smoke the rest o’ this joint alone then.”

“Bitch.” Em struggled to sit up. “I’ma smoke some weed witchu then take a nap.”

“Druggie.”

“You know it bitch. Now pass that shit my way.”
(The End)
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