Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Mel/Johnny
Fandom: Public Enemies
Genres: AU, Captivefic, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Spoilers: For the movie, natch. :)
General Summary: During the chaos of the shoot-out at Little Bohemia, Special Agent Melvin Purvis is captured by the Dillinger Gang and becomes a ‘Hostage To Fortune’…and ‘Johnny’s Indulgence’.
Chapter Summary: As you can see by the rating, the boys get it on in this chapter. ;)
Date Of Completion: July 29, 2009
Date Of Posting: August 26, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Universal does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 845
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: This story was inspired by Mary Renault’s The Persian Boy. Alexander the Great’s men accepted their leader’s indulgence, who happened to be Bagoas, the Persian Boy, an ex-slave who shared Alexander’s bed. They didn’t object to him being male but that he was a barbarian (non-Greek). It showed their love and respect for Alexander when they accepted Bagoas, and learned to respect him in his own right.
Canon is a jumping-off point but I changed several things, including the survival of Johnny’s gang, as their dynamic was important to this story.
Mostly this is drama with elements of romance, so I said what the heck and included that in the Genre. :)
Yeah, this was going to be a one-shot, albeit a long one, but the boys were just too much fun to play with. ;)
So, enjoy this story of seduction, sex, and a touch of Stockholm Syndrome. ;)
The entire series can be found here.
"A Gay Life"
“Why didn’t you tell me your wrists were this bad?”
Johnny held Mel’s hand, the raw chafed skin of his wrist red under the bathroom light’s glare. Mel nearly pulled his hand away, but Johnny’s grip was firm.
Standing in just a towel, dripping-wet from the shower, he felt vulnerable. Johnny opened the cabinet and fished out a tube of lotion. He squirted some on his fingers and gently rubbed some onto Mel’s wrist, the agent hissing in pain.
“I know it hurts, but it’ll be better in the long run.”
Mel said nothing, closing his eyes as Johnny’s fingers skimmed over his skin.
He was lost.
The storm had brought cooler weather, for which Mel was grateful. He was accustomed to heavy humidity but had never really liked it.
He sprawled out in bed, strips of cloth wound around his wrists under the metal cuffs.
He was through fighting this.
Johnny Dillinger was taking care of him. Yes, he was the reason that he was a prisoner, but the gang could use the leverage.
And he needed…
The door opened. “Want some lemonade?” Johnny asked with a drawl.
Mel shook his head. “I…you’ll be letting me go when you move on?”
Johnny’s hand rested on the doorknob. “Yeah. All in one piece.” He flashed a quick smile.
Mel looked up at him and Johnny drew in his breath, coming into the room and closing the door behind him.
“How much longer?” Mel sat up.
“Oh, a few weeks, maybe a month.” Johnny climbed up onto the bed, kneeling in front of Mel. He leaned forward, lips inches from the agent’s. “All we’ll ever have is this time together.”
Mel’s heart fluttered, then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Johnny’s.
Johnny made a happy little sound, gently pushing his tongue into Mel’s mouth, Mel’s heart racing as Johnny grasped his shoulders and just as gently lowered him to the bed, the chains rattling.
Johnny plundered his mouth, tasting of Colgate toothpaste and faint traces of rich coffee. Johnny pulled back slightly, raining light kisses on Mel’s cheeks and eyelids, brushing his lips over his freshly-shaven chin and jaw, fastening on the pulse in his neck.
Mel clutched Johnny’s arm with his bandaged right hand, moaning softly as Johnny sucked a little harder. Mel tilted his head back, exposing his throat further.
Johnny kissed his way down his throat, unbuttoning his shirt and licking his collarbones, then pushed the shirt open and flicked his tongue over each nipple, Mel moving as he moaned again. Johnny sucked on his right nipple, Mel’s other hand coming up to cup his head.
Johnny moved to the other nipple, Mel’s body afire. He gasped as Johnny suddenly slid his tongue down his sternum to his navel, hands pushing down his pants. He rested his hand on the bulge in his companion’s boxers, rubbing slowly.
“J…Johnny!” Mel choked out.
“Tell me what you want, sugar,” Johnny crooned.
Mel fumbled at the waistband of his boxers and Johnny pushed them down.
“Oh, you really are purty, Mel,” he breathed, running his thumb along engorged flesh. Mel thrust his hips up as he gasped.
Johnny expertly stroked and kneaded, enjoying the expression of desire and pleasure on Mel’s face, the agent pushing Johnny's pants and boxers down. Mel nearly crushed his arm as his body went rigid, then he came all over Johnny’s hand with a strangled cry, Johnny following seconds later with his own orgasm.
Johnny smiled, licking his fingers, cleaned himself and Mel, and put his hand on his lover’s chest as Mel fell asleep.
“Dark and beautiful,” he whispered.
When Mel awoke, he was curled up around Johnny. He opened his eyes, blinking, but didn’t pull away.
He watched Johnny sleep, knowing everything had changed in the ways that mattered.
Johnny opened his eyes. “Hey, Sunshine.” He pushed an errant lock of hair out of Mel’s eyes. Without his pomade, the agent’s hair was a little more unruly and starting to grow longer.
“Hey.” Mel searched Johnny’s face. “Guess you were right.”
“That I’d succumb to your charms eventually.”
Johnny smiled lazily, running his hand up-and-down Mel’s thigh.
“I’m always right, Beautiful.”
When Johnny left to get supper, he kissed Mel on the forehead, and when he said goodnight later, he kissed him tenderly, hand on his chin.
Johnny began to leave, the crickets noisy and the wind whispering through the trees. The old melancholy tightened Mel’s stomach.
The robber turned. “Yes?”
Johnny looked into his eyes, then shut the door and began to strip to his boxers. He climbed into bed, helping Mel out of his clothes.
“You’re hurt.” Mel traced the bandage on Johnny’s left shoulder.
“I’m fine now.” Johnny kissed Mel’s cheek. He pulled the sheet up over the two of them, falling asleep to the sound of the crickets.