Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Mel/Johnny, Red Hamilton
Fandom: Public Enemies
Genres: AU, Captivefic, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Rating (this chapter): R
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: The days are winding down for Mel and Johnny.
Date Of Completion: August 9, 2009
Date Of Posting: September 22, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Universal does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 761
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.
Like a clock
Whose weights pull
Heavy on the heart.
“Okay, so this is the perfect bank to knock over.”
Red nodded. “It’s always loaded, but we’ll see if we can get some idea of how much before we hit.”
Johnny leaned back in his chair. “Things have cooled down some. If this score’s big enough, I think we should all get some fake passports and split up.”
“I agree. But if we don’t score big enough on this next job, we better have a couple more lined up. Hoover’s guys will be slaverin’ to catch us.”
“Yeah.” Johnny stared at the bank diagram spread out on the kitchen table.
“What about Purvis?”
Johnny became alert instantly. “What about him?”
“He’s still gonna be on our tail.”
“I’d rather be on his.”
Red rolled his eyes as Johnny laughed.
“C’mon, Red, don’t be such a sobersides. I told you when we started this that Mel could ease back or come after us more than ever. Who knows what he’s gonna feel like when he gets back in the real world? They’ll all be snappin’ at his heels.”
“The press, the other agents…Hoover.” Johnny frowned. “He’s safe here.”
Red raised an eyebrow. “Like he was a few days ago?”
Johnny snapped, “That won’t happen again.”
“Yeah, because Special Agent Purvis will be back among the honest folk.”
“Listen, Johnny, I got nothin’ against him. He nursed you when you were sick and I got to know him a little. He’s got a sense of humor and smarts and a good heart, but it’s the smarts that worry me. He could nail us cold.”
“He could.” Johnny tipped the chair back slightly, crossing his arms. “There’s no guarantees here, Red.”
“I thought you wanted to get him dependent on you.”
“He is, here in this cabin.”
“How are we gonna release him? Still at Walter’s old place?”
Johnny left the kitchen after his meeting with Red was over, walking slowly to Mel’s room. He opened the door and Mel looked up with a smile.
“Looks like the weather’s cooled…what’s wrong, Johnny?”
Johnny closed the door and leaned against it.
“It’s time, Sunshine.”
Mel looked confused. “Johnny, what…?”
The gangster pushed away from the door. “Day after tomorrow, you go home.”
Several emotions flitted across Mel’s face: apprehension, fear…regret? “Oh.”
Johnny knelt one knee on the bed, cupping the side of Mel’s face. “I’ll have to give you knock-out drops so that you can’t figure out where this place is when we travel, but once you get to the drop-off point, you can walk northwest about a half hour and get to the main road.”
Mel nodded slowly, bringing his hand up to cover Johnny’s.
Johnny and Mel spent quiet time together in between making love, and Johnny only left the room to speak to his men about the timetable.
He stayed with Mel all the next day, making love to his companion all afternoon. He had stalled as long as he could, squeezing out as much time as he could manage during this hostage situation (My Hostage to Fortune), but time had run out. He worried over how Mel would cope with what happened with Nelson without him around to reassure him. And when he’d spoken to Red about all the pressures awaiting the agent when he got back to the ‘real world’, he’d been already worrying about that, too.
I have to let him go. I can’t keep him chained to the bed the rest of his life.
He still couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
Mel eagerly welcomed Johnny into his body. He didn’t want to think of anything but this: Johnny filling him, bringing him pleasure beyond anything he had ever known before.
He didn’t want to think how he’d have to tell his story of captivity and explain why he hadn’t escaped or share whatever insights he’d gained into Johnny’s mind.
He didn’t want to think of going back to...loneliness.
Like waves crashing over his body as he lay on the sand, he let the sadness be washed away with joy as he lived in the moment.
They made sweet, desperate love that night, mouths and hands memorizing every inch of their bodies as cool breezes drifted through the window.
It was all they would ever have.
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