Collisions (Unwanted Advances / Long-Held Desires)

Clarity Scifiroots

Regular disclaimers apply. I’m a fan playing in someone else’s sandbox.

Written for burningchaos’ request of “enemy shagging” on fic_on_demand. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fic_on_demand/427651.html)

Spoilers: 4x05: “Heroes & Demons”

WARNINGS: Contains mature adult content! Non-con touching and “verbal rape” since Mitch describes in detail what he’d like to do.

Characters: Mitch Stanton x Bruce (non-con), Bruce/Johnny Words: 3,200 +/-

Summary: So I have this weak spot for sexy, sketchy characters... Starts right after the Fallon house explodes and detours from there.

Recent edit: April 12, 2009

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Mitch Stanton had the looks, the voice, the charm, and the determination to get exactly what he wanted… every time. Perhaps even his corruption was attractive to some, an added allure with the sense of danger and adventure. Problem was, that would not work to his advantage in the current situation. In fact, he needed to lie low to throw off any suspicions about his true nature and falling out with his old buddy Fallon for his desires to be fulfilled.

Standing outside the smoldering remains of Callie Fallon’s house, Stanton drummed his fingertips against his crossed arms as he contemplated the wreckage in front of him and kept an eye on the psychic and his tag-along partner watching the kid. He had no more doubts about the abilities of Smith and knew he’d have to continue to play it cool so that the psychic found no reason to touch him. This could only continue for so long before Smith and Bruce gave up, or Fallon’s date with the executioner would arrive.

“Can I see your drawings again?” Smith asked as he crouched down by Thaddeus.

Stanton raised an eyebrow at that. Was this further investigation or just playing nice with the poor little dumb shit?

“What is it, John?” Bruce asked.

After a few moments of flipping through the pages of the sketchpad, Smith answered, “It’s all here.” He nodded at the boxes full of older drawings sitting nearby. “Thad was willing to die for these. These drawings are based off his life, what he’s seen and experienced. If we look back far enough I bet we’ll find something from the night Ryan was arrested.”

Bruce grinned. “Think it’ll be enough?”

Smith studied Thaddeus when he spoke. “It’s definitely a good start. We should see what we can find by following what he drew.”

Stanton glanced over his shoulder to check out who was still lingering in the aftermath of the explosion. It had drawn quite a bit of attention an hour earlier.

“Mitch and I could start looking into some of the boxes if you want to stay with Thad a little longer,” Bruce offered. Stanton turned his attention quickly back to the men nearby.

Smith seemed to debate with himself for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I’d like that...” He stood up and smiled gratefully at Bruce and Stanton. “Meet back at the train yard?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Stanton interrupted. He grinned at Bruce. “We’ll take my car.”

Bruce nodded and tossed his keys to Smith. “Catch you later, man.”

Once Stanton and Bruce had loaded the three full boxes of comics into the car, they took off.

~ * ~

“Want to take a break?” Stanton offered as Bruce stretched.

“Are you understanding this, man? I mean, some stuff is pretty straightforward, but damn... I’m just not sure how it’s gonna help.”

Stanton sighed and shrugged. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see if the wondrous Johnny Smith can pick up on it.”

A small smile played on Bruce’s lips, and Stanton noticed a brief moment where Bruce seemed to go somewhere far away. How cute. Robin had a little crush on Batman.

Stanton casually laid his hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “Are you hungry? We could go pick something up to eat.”

“Nah, I’m fine,” Bruce said. “I’d like to think we can get a little more to go on before Johnny catches up.”

“All right.” Stanton made a subtle change in position that brought him further into Bruce’s personal space. He smoothed his hand over the other man’s back to rest his hand on the slight definition of the other man’s hip. “I still think a break is deserved,” he said quietly, leaning in just enough to be seductive yet let Bruce think he was in charge.

Bruce’s muscles tensed under his hand for a moment. He turned his head slightly and offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry man, not interested.”

Stanton slowly ran his fingers along the man’s side. “Oh? Are you already preoccupied? I didn’t think that Smith and you were together—not the way he’s been treating you, at least.”

Bruce remained silent, his expression carefully blank, but he was obviously calculating the situation.

“A little joyride would do us both a load of good,” Stanton continued in a seductive murmur. He brought his free hand up to rest on the waistline of Bruce’s pants. Under his palm he could feel the firm crown of Bruce’s cock. He rubbed his hand in small, slow circles. He knew he succeeded when he heard the other man’s breath hitch every few seconds.

“So what do you say?” he asked as he licked the outline of the ear within his reach.

Bruce groaned, and his hips jerked forward. Stanton increased the pressure and the size of the circles he made over Bruce’s front.

“M-Mitch... Please, d-don’t do this...” Bruce said as he brought up shaking hands to curl around Stanton’s wrist. “Please, man... I don’t want to.”

Stanton playfully squeezed Bruce’s cock through the layers of clothing. “Somehow I think you do,” he said.

Bruce shook his head and pulled Stanton’s hand away. He gasped for a few moments. “Okay, so I’m not totally adverse to the suggestion... I just don’t want a quickie.”

Stanton moved in. “As if I’d let you go so soon.” He said directly into the man’s ear, “Anything you want, Bruce... How d’you like it? Fast and furious? Drawn out and slow?” Stanton accented his suggestions with accompanying pelvic thrusts. “Anything you want. I could take you right here and now—take you into one of these cars and press you up against the wall. I’ll lick you from balls to tip, suck you in until you beg to let go— but not yet, still too much more to do.”

He held Bruce tightly against his body and grunted at the delicious feel of his trapped cock sliding against the man’s firm ass. Stanton had one arm clamped firmly around Bruce’s torso and arms while his free hand explored the expanse of skin underneath too many clothes.

“I’ll hold you back and get you settled again before licking every inch of your chest. I’ll suck on your teats until every nerve in your body screams for release, but still I won’t let you go. I’ll take you down on the floor and spread you open and have you hold your legs apart so I can just look at you for a while. I’ll eat you out, stick my tongue up your ass and make you squirm. I’ll suck your ass ‘til you scream for release and finally I’ll let you get it. Your hands are going to be shaking but I’ll have you get my pants off. You’ll lick my dick and wish I’d let you suck me off. You’ll get on your hands and knees, sticking your ass up with your legs spread so far apart that I can see your hole perfectly. You’ll shudder when I grab your hips and groan when I tease your tight pucker with my dick. Suddenly I’ll jerk you back just as you’re relaxing and I’ll be buried so deep in your ass....

“You’ll be trembling so hard with desire and your arms will give out and you just press your forehead against your hands and pant as I pull all the way out and slam into you again. I’ll send electricity through your body with every stroke. You’ll be biting your fist to keep from crying out, the pleasure’s driving you mad. I’ll start pounding into you faster and lean over to lick the sweat from your back. I’ll use one hand to pull on your dick as I slam home again and again—Fuck, I wish I was flexible enough to fuck and suck you at the same time, you taste so damn good. You’ll come so hard you’ll be lost to the world. When you come to I’ll let you suck your cum off my hand and clean off my dick. You’ll feel so damn empty without me inside you to fill you up—you’ll wish you had the energy to start all over again right away.”

Bruce had tipped his head forward until his chin rested against his chest as he panted heavily. He struggled in intervals against Stanton’s tight hold but groaned with Stanton’s descriptions. All the while Stanton thrust against his captive audience and played with the rock-hard erection he’d awakened from the man in his arms.

“I’ll make it real good,” Stanton breathed heavily into Bruce’s ear. “How about it? Let me help you out here...” He squeezed the cock in his hand.

Bruce cried out softly at the insistent tug. He licked his lips a number of times before he could speak. “No, Mitch. I already told you... Now, please... let me go.”

Stanton clenched his jaw in frustration at the response. He should have this man on his hands and knees by now and crying out for more. He knew he’d certainly succeeded in getting the guy all hot and bothered.

“Anything,” he whispered harshly.

Bruce succeeded in grabbing the hand Stanton had stuck down his pants. “Mitch, I told you no,” Bruce said in a deceptively quiet tone. “Let go of me, we have important work to do.”

With a swift movement, Stanton brought his arm up around Bruce’s neck and squeezed tight enough to make it hard for the other man to breathe. Bruce’s hands automatically reached to pull at Stanton’s solid hold.

“You ungrateful fuck...” Stanton cursed, tugging hard to one side to throw Bruce off-balance for a moment. Stanton withdrew his other hand and reached for his gun. “I offer you a little fun and you don’t take your chance... Let me tell you, you only have one other option, now.” He undid the safety and pressed the gun barrel under Bruce’s ear. Bruce’s options were unmistakably limited.

“Stanton!”

He jerked around in the direction of Smith’s voice. “Move any closer and I’ll shoot him, Smith!” Stanton threatened, tightening his hold on Bruce’s windpipe momentarily.

Smith locked his gaze on his friend. “Don’t chance it, Smith,” he called, “I have no problem planting a bullet in his shit-for-brains.”

“Wouldn’t be your first kill, would it,” Smith said stoically, his gaze meeting Stanton’s for a long moment.

A small, impressed smile tugged on Stanton’s lips. “So you figured it out, huh? What was your ‘crystal ball’ this time?”

Smith went back to watching Bruce’s weakening struggles with an attentive eye. “Your car left skids from rushing over to the house after the explosion.” He shifted his weight and Stanton burrowed his gun harder into his captive’s flesh as a warning. Smith stilled. “Why’d you frame Fallon, Mitch? You said he was like a father.”

Stanton snorted at that. “Ryan was old school, never could see the bigger picture. While we stick to the sucker’s game, men like Kujo reap all the rewards.”

Smith shook his head slowly, but not in disbelief; he seemed more disappointed and disgusted than shocked. “You were in Kujo’s pocket from the start.”

“Why not? Not like I’d ever get anywhere with the bullshit bureaucracy of the police force.”

Smith met his gaze again and Stanton felt a chill at the spark of raw fury he could see barely restrained in the psychic’s expression.

“Was that hard enough?” Smith called over his shoulder. Stanton tensed. Lieutenant Dobbs appeared from between two freight cars.

“Detective, you are under arrest,” Dobbs said coldly, anger plain on his face.

Stanton held Bruce in front of him as a shield. “You going to risk his life?” he challenged.

Dobbs’ face hardened. Stanton took a quick look around and spotted two uniforms standing at the ready nearby. He knew from experience that a S.W.A.T. team would be positioned around the area as well.

He noticed movement from the corner of his eye, so he refocused on the men standing in front of him. Smith’s hand rested on the side of a freight car. The psychic looked satisfied as he said, “You’re not going to make it. The S.W.A.T. unit’s in position and has you targeted.” Stanton swore he saw a small smile cross Smith’s lips. “They’ll kill you in a clean shot.”

Stanton took in a deep breath and slowly moved the gun away from Bruce’s head. He replaced the safety and held up the gun for a moment before letting it drop. He removed his arm from around Bruce’s neck and stepped back as the man stumbled forward, coughing violently. Smith ran forward to help his friend, completely disregarding everything around him. Stanton watched in silence as Dobbs slapped him in cuffs and read him his rights.

~ * ~

“How’re you feeling?” Johnny asked quietly. He had offered to do the driving back to Maine so that Bruce could sit back and relax. They had just pulled onto the highway and were headed north.

“Just a little bruised,” Bruce replied with a small wince. Carefully he held his cold soda can against his neck.

“God, I’m so sorry...” Johnny said, his expression pained. Bruce looked at him in confusion. “If I had left earlier—or at least touched the car—I could have gotten to you before anything happened.” He pounded a fist against the steering wheel. “Damnit, I could have been too late!”

“Hey, John, calm down. I’m fine, everything turned out okay. You were bound to get there before anything else happened.”

Johnny grimaced. “Yeah,” he said dryly, “it’s the ‘anything else’ part that makes me sick. I should have noticed something earlier! I was too focused on what Thad heard and saw, I should have looked at the other people around Fallon.”

Bruce set his soda down and gripped Johnny’s shoulder. “Don’t beat yourself up, man. You don’t get to decide when or what you see.” Johnny remained tense and determinedly focused on the road. After long moments of silence had passed, Bruce said quietly, “He didn’t do anything that won’t heal.”

A haunted expression crossed Johnny’s face. “He was going to rape and kill you.”

Bruce closed his eyes momentarily. “And you saw it?” he whispered.

“Yes.” Johnny’s hold on the steering wheel tightened and his knuckles turned white. Bruce didn’t know what to say, and it didn’t look like Johnny would initiate conversation for the time being.

Reluctantly Bruce leaned back in his seat and absent-mindedly stroked his sore neck.

~ * ~

“Bruce, wake up. We’re back.”

Johnny’s voice guided Bruce’s return to consciousness. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times to readjust his focus. The dashboard readout read two o’clock; he was surprised he had slept most of the trip.

“Sorry for falling asleep on you, man,” Bruce said as he straightened up.

Offering a smile, Johnny responded, “Doubt you would have enjoyed my choice of music anyway.”

Bruce grinned, glad that the tense atmosphere hadn’t lingered. “I thought I cured your questionable music tastes?”

Johnny shrugged with a smug grin. “I hid some of the CDs, what can I say?”

They got out of the car and walked up the front steps. Once inside, both men automatically headed for the kitchen. They were each at work with their tasks to prepare coffee when Bruce started chuckling.

Johnny turned off the faucet and turned around to look questioningly at his friend. “What’s so funny?”

Bruce shook his head and continued to chuckle. A few moments later he turned to face Johnny with a lop-sided grin. “This, man,” he said, gesturing in the space between them. Seeing the blonde’s quirked eyebrow, he explained further. “You and me, John,” Bruce said, his voice softening. “I know where just about everything belongs in your house. Hell, sometimes you’re calling me to find out where something was put.”

He broke eye contact and glanced around the kitchen idly. Johnny noticed how Bruce crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter for support.

“There are times I think my apartment is just temporary housing. And while Walt’s my friend, I can’t ever imagine seeing him without you around... I can barely remember how I lived before I met you.” Bruce returned his gaze to Johnny, and they stood staring at one another for some time.

“We’ve had quite a few close calls this past year, haven’t we?” Bruce looked down for a nervous moment. “One thing I’ve learned with you that seems to be reinforced over and over again is how easily things can fall apart in one, brief moment. I... don’t want be one of those people who loses out. So I wanted to tell you how much I care about you.”

Johnny felt his lips part to make some reply, but he couldn’t find the words in his surprise. Bruce took a deep breath and then closed the distance between them until they were a hairsbreadth away from touching.

Quietly Bruce said, “Touch me, John. See for yourself.”

Johnny kept his gaze locked with Bruce’s. He was dimly aware of his hands trembling as they always did before a full-blown vision. In a sudden movement his fingers curled around Bruce’s proffered forearms and he let himself be carried away—

Bruce was waiting for him when he broke from the vision, his expression deceptively calm. Bruce’s eyes were full of respect, warmth, and unquestioning love. Johnny knew –had always known – that the man before him would never be scared off, no matter the weird crap that came up regarding his psychic abilities. Bruce had never breathed or thought a word of doubt, although it wasn’t as if Bruce hung on his every word or followed him around like a puppy. Bruce had his own life full of work, social gatherings, and other friends; he was strong and independent and always able to calm people down. And no matter what, he’d come running if Johnny called – whether it was a reoccurring nightmare that still plagued him three months after a witch hunt or he was suffering from one of his pounding headaches and had to see his doctor.

It was hardly a big surprise, but there was something about saying such things aloud that made everything much more real, as if finally laying down all the cards

“I love you, John,” Bruce said, resting a hand on top of Johnny’s.

Warmth spread from their joined hands through his body. Johnny smiled to himself as his mind replayed flashes from his most recent vision. He turned his hand over and threaded his fingers through Bruce’s.

Johnny pressed a gentle kiss against Bruce’s lips. “You’d think I’d see these things coming...” he said with a chuckle. Bruce grinned and wrapped his free arm around Johnny’s waist in relief. Johnny returned the one-armed embrace and whispered in his friend and future lover’s ear, “I love you, and I’m not going to let you go.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere, man,” Bruce said with fond exasperation.

“Good.”

Bruce brushed his lips against Johnny’s check until the blond turned his head and their mouths met again, this time with increased intensity. It was the beginning of a significant (albeit predictable, as Walt would later say) change.

Fin

Hey, I like Walt. =p Had to give him a little side line. ^_~

July 20, 2005 – July 25, 2005

Disclaimers: This is a story written by a fan for other fans (and myself). Merely for entertainment purposes and not to be considered “official” in any way. No profit is made from fic writing, I assure, or else I would have a tidy little fortune and wouldn’t have to worry about paying college loans.