catch22girl | Flirting With Death

The promised (or warned) Taking Lives slash story.

Title: Flirting with Death
Author: Catch22Girl
Fandom: Taking Lives
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, possible non-con.
Spoilers: Entire film, if you want to be surprised, don't read.
Summary: A surprise visit leads to something else.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, belong to whoever owns Taking Lives.

<3 to Jeanie for beta.

James Costa liked to think of himself as an artist. The fact that half his paintings were stolen
didn't really change that opinion. He hadn't meant to be walking alone at night, but he needed
to clear his head. The man standing at the corner looked so cute and when he needed a light
Costa saw a chance to start a conversation.

Mostly, he was just trying to forget about the money he owed to a very dangerous man and
the inescapable fact that if he went to the police he'd be arrested as well. With Hart,
things were just rapidly beyond his control. Hart was responsible for some of the best
pieces in his collection, all illegal. Hart had also taken his dabbling in drugs to a new level
of addiction and was increasingly brutal and irrational.

Tonight, Hart had surprised him at home.

"I can't pay you," Costa had said to him.

Hart's narrowed eyes and glare expressed his disappointment.

"Really? Well, I'm sure we'll be able to work out something," he said softly while taking
a step towards Costa. He leaned in and grabbed onto Costa's collar with one hand, the
other touching his face.

"Hart..."

"Eighty thousand you owe me for my services." He sounded less lucid than usual, which
meant he'd gotten high before coming over.

Costa was glad the lights were off so that his fear wasn't as noticable.

"What do you want?" Costa asked, already knowing the answer as Hart began unbuttoning
his shirt and pulled him closer.

Someday, Costa thought, I'll turn you in. He remembered the hidden camera that was
recording every second.

Hart kissed him then, pushing him against one of the walls and opening his shirt the rest
of the way. He let the shirt fall to the ground as he slid his hands down Costa's chest.
His attraction towards Hart was just one more thing that kept him up at night. Costa
felt himself react the way he always did, because it wasn't a completely unwanted moment.

Not even when Hart lightly touched his naked shoulder, cupped his hand around his neck
and rubbed gently with his thumb against his carotid artery.

"Are you resisting me?" Hart asked, pressing down with his thumb, just cutting off
a little bit of air. But they both knew that he wasn't.

"Oh, James, you're lucky you're so attractive. Otherwise, I might be more upset," Hart whispered
as he undid Costa's pants and slid them down, his fingers brushing lightly over
his thighs. Costa stepped out of them, leaving himself entirely naked.

Costa knew his body was responding even though he knew just how dangerous
and violent the man in front of him really was.

But, it didn't matter as he placed both of Costa's hands against his still
covered chest. His hands obeyed, he kissed the side of Hart's neck, and Hart
pushed his hips forward.

"No, not here, my bedroom," Costa whispered as he felt Hart's hand cupping
and stroking him and didn't want this on video.

Hart's hand stilled and he considered Costa in a way that he could only think
of as predatory. "You think you have any power here?" Hart whispered in a way
that was more frightening than any shout. As he dug his fingertips into
Costa's throat and tightened his grip he moved his lips against his ear.

"I'll fuck you wherever and whenever I want," he breathed and pushed him to the
ground. Costa fell face first, only barely managing to catch himself with his hands,
putting himself in a completely vulnerable position.

He waited for Hart to touch him, and instead he heard a cigarette lighter and then
gentle exhaling and inhaling. His knees were starting to ache.

Finally, after Hart had walked around him and stubbed out his cigarette, he knelt
in front of him and roughly grabbed his hair to force him to look up.

There was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he glanced down at Costa's erection.

"You know what I want," he said, leaning back and sitting down, his legs spread.

Costa unzipped his pants and reached in, expecting to find him limp. It had
happened before - a side effect of drug addiction.

Instead, he was hard and Costa licked and sucked, knowing he had none of the
power but somehow not entirely minding. If I do this well, he'll give me more
time, he thought, holding onto his thighs.

Hart was close and finished before Costa could really show his expertise. When Costa pulled away,
Hart's eyes were closed, and he was leaning back exposing a defined chest and strong arms.

Hart opened his eyes and stood up. "I want my money by next week or next
time, I'll be forced to hurt you." He tucked himself back in and zipped up his pants.

He turned around and walked out, leaving Costa on the floor naked.

Costa had shook his head and redressed quickly, needing to get out of his apartment.

That's how he found himself here, talking to this man near his age with the
most electrifying eyes, piercing really, the kind that he could easily fall into.
I could invite him back to my place, Costa thought, smiling slightly. When he turned
around for a moment and then felt the wire around his neck, confusion set in
before he could struggle and when he finally thought about it, it was just too damn late.