Fic: Now And Forever I: Johnny’s Indulgence (19/22)
Title: Now And Forever I: Johnny’s Indulgence (19/22)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Mel/Johnny, George ‘Baby Face’ Nelson, Russell Clark, Eddie Green, Red Hamilton, John Chase, Elmer Stone
Fandom: Public Enemies
Genres: AU, Captivefic, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: Discussion of rape
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: After Baby Face Nelson and his men leave, things get back to normal at the cabin. Mel and Johnny celebrate with their own private party. ;)
Date Of Completion: August 9, 2009
Date Of Posting: September 21, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Universal does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1896
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.
XIX
GATHERED SHARDS
Gather the shards
Of my shattered self,
And carefully
Put me back together
Piece-by-piece.
Elsinore Gentry
"Rainbow Prisms"
1926 C.E.
Johnny and Mel awoke to the sound of loud voices from the kitchen. Baby Face Nelson’s raucous voice was distinctive.
Johnny sighed. “I hope Red can handle things.” He gently rubbed Mel’s back, understanding his companion’s tension.
The voices kept getting louder. Cursing under his breath, Johnny climbed out of bed and pulled his pants on.
“Be right back, sugar.”
Johnny locked the door behind him.
& & & & & &
The kitchen had way too many people. George Nelson was toe-to-toe with Russell, glaring one minute and laughing the next.
“What the fuck?” Johnny demanded.
“Hey, Johnny-boy. Let’s have some breakfast.”
“Sure. Then you boys better move on.”
“Sure thing, sure thing.” Nelson grinned. “Hey, why don’t you bring that copper out here to make us breakfast, or does Mr. Aristocrat not get up ‘til noon?”
Johnny’s smile was brittle as he crossed his arms. “Just enjoy your breakfast, George. Leave Agent Purvis to me.”
“Boy, Hoover’s havin’ kittens since he disappeared.” Nelson chuckled.
“Red, treat our guests to those fresh eggs, will you?”
“Sure thing, Johnny. Have a seat, boys.”
Johnny clenched and unclenched his hands as he went to the bathroom and showered. He escorted Mel to do the same while Nelson and his men were occupied in the kitchen. The agent breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the bedroom and Johnny closed the door.
“Let’s stretch a little,” Johnny suggested.
They performed a set of exercises, slowly and surely, and only stopped when Red brought in Mel’s breakfast.
“Enjoy it. I’ll be back,” Johnny said.
He followed Red to the kitchen.
“So what’s your next job, Johnny?” Nelson asked as he scooped up a forkful of eggs.
“No idea right now. Things are too hot.”
“Since when does that bother you?”
“Since we almost got blown away at Little Bohemia.”
“Ah, the Feds! They’re morons. Can’t catch us.”
“Let’s hope not,” Eddie drawled.
“Well, let’s hope you come up with somethin’. Them dumb yeggs will never figure out what’s next.”
Johnny drank his coffee. “Let’s hope not.”
Finally Nelson said jovially, “Well, gotta move on, Johnny! C’mon, boys, we’ve got places to go and things to do.”
As soon as the trio was out of earshot, Russell said, “Whew, that guy’s too much.”
Johnny smiled. “Let’s enjoy the rest of the day, fellas.”
& & & & & &
Chase and Stone got into the car as Nelson looked back at the cabin.
Johnny was good, he’d give him that. He was playing Lord of the Manor and going on and on about the agent in his custody being under his protection, but there was something more going on than that.
And the way he’d treated him when he’d only been having a little fun with that copper, who was pretty enough that Johnny shouldn’t have been surprised that a man just had to sample the goods? It was the pretty mouth, especially, that just had to be put to good use, and he was the man to do it, all right.
He'd known that ever since Melvin Purvis had showed up on his doorstep at the Cherone Apartments, smiling with that pretty mouth and using that soft Southern accent with his gracious manners and courtly gentility, all the while plotting to take him down. The young kid with him had paid the price.
Melvin would pay an even bigger one.
Well, he could bide his time. He always got his revenge.
And he fully intended to take a lot more than that mouth of Agent Melvin Purvis’ in the future.
Smiling, he climbed behind the wheel and the car quickly pulled away from the clearing.
& & & & & &
Johnny immediately took Mel out for some fresh air and exercise. He had resented the disruption of their routine by Nelson and his gang. He had felt comfortable with that routine, as stability was best when hiding out. Excitement was for bank robberies, not for safehouses.
He wanted a safe and comfortable routine for Mel, who was still a little shaky.
& & & & & &
As night fell, Johnny came into the room and stripped to boxers and undershirt, slipping into bed with Mel. The agent was staring up at the ceiling and Johnny patiently waited until he spoke.
“I’m sorry.”
“About what?”
“I should be stronger…I shouldn’t be so…so…skittish. I wasn’t hurt the way…you were…and certainly not so…often.”
Johnny carefully laid a hand on Mel’s arm. “You have a right to be skittish. You were raped.” He sympathized with Mel’s flinch. It was never pleasant to hear the word verbalized. “It might not have been the way most people think of rape, but he still violated you. And while mine was different, the reaction is the same.
“After it happened to me, during the days I was almost normal, almost as if it was another person getting raped at night. I kind of checked out during those times, like punching a timeclock. I don’t know how I would have ended up if Walter Dietrich hadn’t gotten disgusted with what they were doing to me night after night and stared down Dalton and claimed me.”
Mel turned his head, eyes blazing as he grabbed Johnny’s arms. “I would…would have…you should never be hurt that way, Johnny!”
A deep wellspring of emotion opened up in Johnny and he smiled. “Thanks, Mel.” He drew him into an embrace, allowing Mel to rub his back as he shivered, trying to push the memories away and glad for the protection Mel offered.
He felt safe.
& & & & & &
So the regular routine was followed for the next few days while Johnny discussed the gang’s next move with Red.
After the hot days they had suffered through, a steady deluge of rain arrived, Johnny and Mel discussing books that afternoon as the rain pattered on the roof.
“I saw a copy of Tropic Of Cancer,” Mel said.
“Did you now?” Johnny rocked back-and-forth, enjoying the Belgian chocolates Mel had offered him.
“Yes. I don’t hold with censorship, but after reading the first chapter and the liberal use of the ‘c’ word in reference to females, I was not inclined to read more.”
“Hmm, doesn’t sound too appealing. How’d you get a copy? That book’s been banned since early this year.”
“I have a friend in the Post Office who slipped me a copy.”
“Oh, Melvin, aren’t you devious, readin’ banned books.”
Mel smiled, stretching against his pillows, a little smile on his face as he felt Johnny’s eyes on him.
“What do you think about the Hays Code?”
Mel sighed. “A silly thing in some ways. Married people shown in separate beds? Criminals not allowed to get away with their crimes?”
Johnny’s eyes sparkled. “You mean crime doesn’t pay?”
Shining dark eyes answered his sparkle. “It should not, suh.”
The accent got him every time. Johnny stood up from the rocking chair and climbed onto the bed, happy to see the anticipation in Mel’s eyes. He leaned in for a gentle kiss, mindful of recent events, not to mention the tenderness of Mel’s battered mouth, and patiently waited for his companion’s response.
He didn’t have long to wait. Mel kissed back carefully, pulling him closer. Johnny stroked his shoulders and smiled as the other man tilted his head back, exposing his throat. He slowly kissed his way down the underside of Mel’s jaw, the other man purring as Johnny launched his kisses on warm skin. Mel loved this every time, and Johnny was happy to oblige.
The link of the handcuff chains sounded musical to his ears, Johnny slowly removing Mel’s shirt when he unlocked the cuffs, then snapping them back on once he discarded the clothing. It was almost a necessity with them to have the chains while enjoying their time in bed. Johnny smirked.
“What?”
“Never knew you could enjoy kinky sex so much, darlin’.”
Mel chuckled. Johnny unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants.
“Okay?” he asked softly in his lover’s ear.
“Yes.” Mel’s hands were busy removing Johnny’s shirt. “You help me forget.”
Johnny stroked his face, gently pushing Mel down onto the pillows. He left the agent clad in his boxers for the moment, brushing between his legs. Mel shivered, stroking Johnny’s stomach.
“So beautiful,” Johnny murmured. He loved feasting his eyes on his lover, appreciating the slender but strong body and gorgeous face. He resolutely ignored the evidence of the assault on Mel’s body, glad that the bruises and scratches were fading.
“I could say the same,” Mel said softly.
Johnny smiled his trademark grin, quickly raining kisses down Mel’s chest and stomach, playing with the waistband of the boxers.
“Johnny…” Mel gasped.
Johnny rubbed the growing erection between Mel’s legs, kissing a bare shoulder and shuddering as Mel touched his groin.
“Ooh, babe…”
“Feeling good, Prince?”
Johnny laughed. “The royal treatment is coming your way, Sunshine.”
Johnny pulled the boxers down and off, taking Mel’s cock in his hand, stroking and fondling.
“Please…” Mel groaned.
Johnny’s hand slipped into Mel’s body, the agent whimpering and grasping Johnny’s thigh.
“Johnny…” Mel touched his groin and his glazed eyes focused on his lover’s face. “Let me…”
“What, sugar?” Johnny leaned down and grinned at what was whispered in his ear. He quickly divested himself of his pants and underwear, his cock bobbing in front of Mel’s face. Mel opened his mouth and happily gave Prince Albert rapt attention.
Johnny shuddered as Mel’s talented mouth worked wonders, his limbs trembling as pleasure radiated through his body. He could feel the pressure building up and gently disengaged, preparing them both.
“Get ready for the royal treatment, darlin’,” he crooned.
Mel laughed. “I happily bow to thee, my Prince.”
“All fours, Sunshine.”
Mel nodded, getting to his knees and Johnny stroked his thighs and buttocks, his engorged cock seeking entrance. Despite his need, Johnny rubbed the small of Mel’s back, hoping to get him to relax.
“Still okay, Beautiful?”
“Yes,” Mel gasped out. “Please, Johnny.”
“Okay, babe.”
Johnny eased in, Mel’s fingers clutching the sheets, Johnny stepping up the pace, hitting the sweet spot, Mel crying out, skin gleaming with sweat, Johnny pounding and grasping Mel’s hips in a bruising grip, pleasure tingling through Johnny as Mel groaned, Johnny’s name a prayer on his lips as the rain drummed louder on the roof and Johnny came with a grunt, Mel seconds later, and both collapsed on the bed.
“Mmm, Agent Purty,” Johnny murmured, stroking his neck and shoulders as he slid out of Mel’s body and they curled onto their sides, Johnny spooning behind him. He kissed the back of Mel’s neck. “You taste real good, Sunshine.”
“You flatter me, Prince.”
Johnny laughed and turned Mel over, wrapping his legs around his companion.
Mel hung on tightly, his eyes closed.
This would help him push away the memories of his assault, drown the mocking laughter, forget the taste of Nelson’s tongue down his throat…he shuddered.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Johnny whispered, stroking and kissing Mel’s shoulder as Mel grabbed his hand, squeezing tightly, kissing the fingers as Johnny’s other hand combed through his hair and he allowed himself to feel safe.
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Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Mel/Johnny, George ‘Baby Face’ Nelson, Russell Clark, Eddie Green, Red Hamilton, John Chase, Elmer Stone
Fandom: Public Enemies
Genres: AU, Captivefic, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: Discussion of rape
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: After Baby Face Nelson and his men leave, things get back to normal at the cabin. Mel and Johnny celebrate with their own private party. ;)
Date Of Completion: August 9, 2009
Date Of Posting: September 21, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Universal does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1896
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.
XIX
GATHERED SHARDS
Gather the shards
Of my shattered self,
And carefully
Put me back together
Piece-by-piece.
Elsinore Gentry
"Rainbow Prisms"
1926 C.E.
Johnny and Mel awoke to the sound of loud voices from the kitchen. Baby Face Nelson’s raucous voice was distinctive.
Johnny sighed. “I hope Red can handle things.” He gently rubbed Mel’s back, understanding his companion’s tension.
The voices kept getting louder. Cursing under his breath, Johnny climbed out of bed and pulled his pants on.
“Be right back, sugar.”
Johnny locked the door behind him.
& & & & & &
The kitchen had way too many people. George Nelson was toe-to-toe with Russell, glaring one minute and laughing the next.
“What the fuck?” Johnny demanded.
“Hey, Johnny-boy. Let’s have some breakfast.”
“Sure. Then you boys better move on.”
“Sure thing, sure thing.” Nelson grinned. “Hey, why don’t you bring that copper out here to make us breakfast, or does Mr. Aristocrat not get up ‘til noon?”
Johnny’s smile was brittle as he crossed his arms. “Just enjoy your breakfast, George. Leave Agent Purvis to me.”
“Boy, Hoover’s havin’ kittens since he disappeared.” Nelson chuckled.
“Red, treat our guests to those fresh eggs, will you?”
“Sure thing, Johnny. Have a seat, boys.”
Johnny clenched and unclenched his hands as he went to the bathroom and showered. He escorted Mel to do the same while Nelson and his men were occupied in the kitchen. The agent breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the bedroom and Johnny closed the door.
“Let’s stretch a little,” Johnny suggested.
They performed a set of exercises, slowly and surely, and only stopped when Red brought in Mel’s breakfast.
“Enjoy it. I’ll be back,” Johnny said.
He followed Red to the kitchen.
“So what’s your next job, Johnny?” Nelson asked as he scooped up a forkful of eggs.
“No idea right now. Things are too hot.”
“Since when does that bother you?”
“Since we almost got blown away at Little Bohemia.”
“Ah, the Feds! They’re morons. Can’t catch us.”
“Let’s hope not,” Eddie drawled.
“Well, let’s hope you come up with somethin’. Them dumb yeggs will never figure out what’s next.”
Johnny drank his coffee. “Let’s hope not.”
Finally Nelson said jovially, “Well, gotta move on, Johnny! C’mon, boys, we’ve got places to go and things to do.”
As soon as the trio was out of earshot, Russell said, “Whew, that guy’s too much.”
Johnny smiled. “Let’s enjoy the rest of the day, fellas.”
& & & & & &
Chase and Stone got into the car as Nelson looked back at the cabin.
Johnny was good, he’d give him that. He was playing Lord of the Manor and going on and on about the agent in his custody being under his protection, but there was something more going on than that.
And the way he’d treated him when he’d only been having a little fun with that copper, who was pretty enough that Johnny shouldn’t have been surprised that a man just had to sample the goods? It was the pretty mouth, especially, that just had to be put to good use, and he was the man to do it, all right.
He'd known that ever since Melvin Purvis had showed up on his doorstep at the Cherone Apartments, smiling with that pretty mouth and using that soft Southern accent with his gracious manners and courtly gentility, all the while plotting to take him down. The young kid with him had paid the price.
Melvin would pay an even bigger one.
Well, he could bide his time. He always got his revenge.
And he fully intended to take a lot more than that mouth of Agent Melvin Purvis’ in the future.
Smiling, he climbed behind the wheel and the car quickly pulled away from the clearing.
& & & & & &
Johnny immediately took Mel out for some fresh air and exercise. He had resented the disruption of their routine by Nelson and his gang. He had felt comfortable with that routine, as stability was best when hiding out. Excitement was for bank robberies, not for safehouses.
He wanted a safe and comfortable routine for Mel, who was still a little shaky.
& & & & & &
As night fell, Johnny came into the room and stripped to boxers and undershirt, slipping into bed with Mel. The agent was staring up at the ceiling and Johnny patiently waited until he spoke.
“I’m sorry.”
“About what?”
“I should be stronger…I shouldn’t be so…so…skittish. I wasn’t hurt the way…you were…and certainly not so…often.”
Johnny carefully laid a hand on Mel’s arm. “You have a right to be skittish. You were raped.” He sympathized with Mel’s flinch. It was never pleasant to hear the word verbalized. “It might not have been the way most people think of rape, but he still violated you. And while mine was different, the reaction is the same.
“After it happened to me, during the days I was almost normal, almost as if it was another person getting raped at night. I kind of checked out during those times, like punching a timeclock. I don’t know how I would have ended up if Walter Dietrich hadn’t gotten disgusted with what they were doing to me night after night and stared down Dalton and claimed me.”
Mel turned his head, eyes blazing as he grabbed Johnny’s arms. “I would…would have…you should never be hurt that way, Johnny!”
A deep wellspring of emotion opened up in Johnny and he smiled. “Thanks, Mel.” He drew him into an embrace, allowing Mel to rub his back as he shivered, trying to push the memories away and glad for the protection Mel offered.
He felt safe.
& & & & & &
So the regular routine was followed for the next few days while Johnny discussed the gang’s next move with Red.
After the hot days they had suffered through, a steady deluge of rain arrived, Johnny and Mel discussing books that afternoon as the rain pattered on the roof.
“I saw a copy of Tropic Of Cancer,” Mel said.
“Did you now?” Johnny rocked back-and-forth, enjoying the Belgian chocolates Mel had offered him.
“Yes. I don’t hold with censorship, but after reading the first chapter and the liberal use of the ‘c’ word in reference to females, I was not inclined to read more.”
“Hmm, doesn’t sound too appealing. How’d you get a copy? That book’s been banned since early this year.”
“I have a friend in the Post Office who slipped me a copy.”
“Oh, Melvin, aren’t you devious, readin’ banned books.”
Mel smiled, stretching against his pillows, a little smile on his face as he felt Johnny’s eyes on him.
“What do you think about the Hays Code?”
Mel sighed. “A silly thing in some ways. Married people shown in separate beds? Criminals not allowed to get away with their crimes?”
Johnny’s eyes sparkled. “You mean crime doesn’t pay?”
Shining dark eyes answered his sparkle. “It should not, suh.”
The accent got him every time. Johnny stood up from the rocking chair and climbed onto the bed, happy to see the anticipation in Mel’s eyes. He leaned in for a gentle kiss, mindful of recent events, not to mention the tenderness of Mel’s battered mouth, and patiently waited for his companion’s response.
He didn’t have long to wait. Mel kissed back carefully, pulling him closer. Johnny stroked his shoulders and smiled as the other man tilted his head back, exposing his throat. He slowly kissed his way down the underside of Mel’s jaw, the other man purring as Johnny launched his kisses on warm skin. Mel loved this every time, and Johnny was happy to oblige.
The link of the handcuff chains sounded musical to his ears, Johnny slowly removing Mel’s shirt when he unlocked the cuffs, then snapping them back on once he discarded the clothing. It was almost a necessity with them to have the chains while enjoying their time in bed. Johnny smirked.
“What?”
“Never knew you could enjoy kinky sex so much, darlin’.”
Mel chuckled. Johnny unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants.
“Okay?” he asked softly in his lover’s ear.
“Yes.” Mel’s hands were busy removing Johnny’s shirt. “You help me forget.”
Johnny stroked his face, gently pushing Mel down onto the pillows. He left the agent clad in his boxers for the moment, brushing between his legs. Mel shivered, stroking Johnny’s stomach.
“So beautiful,” Johnny murmured. He loved feasting his eyes on his lover, appreciating the slender but strong body and gorgeous face. He resolutely ignored the evidence of the assault on Mel’s body, glad that the bruises and scratches were fading.
“I could say the same,” Mel said softly.
Johnny smiled his trademark grin, quickly raining kisses down Mel’s chest and stomach, playing with the waistband of the boxers.
“Johnny…” Mel gasped.
Johnny rubbed the growing erection between Mel’s legs, kissing a bare shoulder and shuddering as Mel touched his groin.
“Ooh, babe…”
“Feeling good, Prince?”
Johnny laughed. “The royal treatment is coming your way, Sunshine.”
Johnny pulled the boxers down and off, taking Mel’s cock in his hand, stroking and fondling.
“Please…” Mel groaned.
Johnny’s hand slipped into Mel’s body, the agent whimpering and grasping Johnny’s thigh.
“Johnny…” Mel touched his groin and his glazed eyes focused on his lover’s face. “Let me…”
“What, sugar?” Johnny leaned down and grinned at what was whispered in his ear. He quickly divested himself of his pants and underwear, his cock bobbing in front of Mel’s face. Mel opened his mouth and happily gave Prince Albert rapt attention.
Johnny shuddered as Mel’s talented mouth worked wonders, his limbs trembling as pleasure radiated through his body. He could feel the pressure building up and gently disengaged, preparing them both.
“Get ready for the royal treatment, darlin’,” he crooned.
Mel laughed. “I happily bow to thee, my Prince.”
“All fours, Sunshine.”
Mel nodded, getting to his knees and Johnny stroked his thighs and buttocks, his engorged cock seeking entrance. Despite his need, Johnny rubbed the small of Mel’s back, hoping to get him to relax.
“Still okay, Beautiful?”
“Yes,” Mel gasped out. “Please, Johnny.”
“Okay, babe.”
Johnny eased in, Mel’s fingers clutching the sheets, Johnny stepping up the pace, hitting the sweet spot, Mel crying out, skin gleaming with sweat, Johnny pounding and grasping Mel’s hips in a bruising grip, pleasure tingling through Johnny as Mel groaned, Johnny’s name a prayer on his lips as the rain drummed louder on the roof and Johnny came with a grunt, Mel seconds later, and both collapsed on the bed.
“Mmm, Agent Purty,” Johnny murmured, stroking his neck and shoulders as he slid out of Mel’s body and they curled onto their sides, Johnny spooning behind him. He kissed the back of Mel’s neck. “You taste real good, Sunshine.”
“You flatter me, Prince.”
Johnny laughed and turned Mel over, wrapping his legs around his companion.
Mel hung on tightly, his eyes closed.
This would help him push away the memories of his assault, drown the mocking laughter, forget the taste of Nelson’s tongue down his throat…he shuddered.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Johnny whispered, stroking and kissing Mel’s shoulder as Mel grabbed his hand, squeezing tightly, kissing the fingers as Johnny’s other hand combed through his hair and he allowed himself to feel safe.
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