Possession is 9/10's of the Law

Title: Possession is 9/10’s of the Law
Author: Dysnomia
Fandom: The Fast and the Furious
Pairing: Carter Verone/Brian O’Conner
Rating: R
Summary: If you have something, does that really make it yours? Verone seems to think so, and has something unexpected to give to Brian to prove it.
Word Count: 2638
Warnings: slash, violence, dubious consent (depending on how you look at it), language


Brian woke with a pounding headache, blinking away the black spots that swam across his vision. He rolled over; laying on his back on the floor had gotten pretty uncomfortable. Brian pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, fighting the wave of nausea that threatened to overwhelm him. Once he’d gotten his roiling stomach to cooperate, he took a look around, trying to figure out where he was.

Wherever he was now, it was most definitely not his apartment. Now came the hard part. Trying to figure out exactly what had happened. The last thing he could remember was walking into his apartment, the impact against the back of his skull, and then – nothing. Whatever happened after that was a complete blank. And now he was here.

He took another look around, seeing nothing that he’d be able to use as a weapon. There was almost no furniture in the room, just an oak end table and a queen sized bed. Brian glared in the direction of the bed, which looked very comfortable with a multitude of pillows piled on top of it. Bastards who brought him here had tossed him on the floor when there was a perfectly good bed ten feet away.

As he was trying to figure out who in the long list of people he’d managed to piss off would go this far, he heard the click of the lock, and snapped his head towards the door as it opened. Brian tensed at the sight of the man who came into the room, gun pointed at his chest. It took a lot of effort to not show the fear that was worming its way into his heart, instead trying for nonchalance as he addressed his captor. “Verone, when’d they let you out man?”

Like he’d told Rome, he already knew that Carter Verone was going to get out, but this was sooner then even Brian had figured. It hadn’t even been six months yet and he’d already been released. The smirk that Verone gave him sent chills down his spine; it was the smirk of a hunter, of a predator that had caught his prey.

Without answering his question, Verone gestured to the bed with the gun. “Sit down on the bed O’Conner.”

Brian backed up slowly, not wanting to make any sudden moves, deciding now was not the time to make his escape, considering there was a very good chance Verone’s thugs were just outside the door. Besides, as of right now he was alive, and if Verone had been looking to put a bullet in his head, he’d already be dead. Although that didn’t mean this was going to be a pleasant stay, most likely far from it. Thoughts of a bucket and a rat crossed his mind, along with a remembered threat of similar treatment.

His knees hit the edge of the mattress, and he sank down, swallowing his fear again. Once he was seated Verone came closer, getting right into his personal space. “You don’t seem very surprised to see me.” He trailed the gun slowly up Brian’s cheek, almost as a caress, stopping at his temple. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just kill you.” A quick lick of his lips accompanied the question, eyes boring heatedly into frightened blue.

Brian’s brain shut down, he knew that look, knew what it meant, as he’d seen it once before. Seen it the day before he and Rome had done the job. Seen it just before he’d found himself flat on his back with his ankles hooked around Verone’s waist, and a cock in his ass.

Shit. Now he knew what he was doing here, why Verone hadn’t killed him yet. He was going to make good on the promise he’d growled in Brian’s ear as he’d come that day, the promise that still ran through Brian’s mind when he let his mind wander. His stomach clenched, his heart leapt into his throat, but worst of all, Brian cursed himself as his pants tightened. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Why did he always get himself involved with his mark? Was his sex life really that pathetic that he needed to submit himself to known criminals to get off? He must be crazy; something in his head must be fucked up if being with Verone looked good.

Verone scowled, impatience flickering across his features before being hidden away behind his usual mask again. Obviously Brian was taking too long to answer, and Verone wasn’t about to wait any longer. The fist that crashed against his cheek sent his still pounding head reeling, knocking him off balance and off the bed. He stifled a cry as his abused skull connected solidly with the wood floor, then couldn’t stop the choked cry that came out as Verone’s foot crashed against his ribs. Groaning in pain, arm wrapped around his middle, Brian barely heard what Carter said next. Still, the cold tone of his voice got through, and Brian forced himself to listen through the fuzzy haze in his head. “Well O’Conner? What little fact is going to save your life? I know you’re aware of what I want, I just need you to be the one to say it.”

Brian squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that by blocking out the sight of Verone, he’d be able to think clearly. He was aware of what Verone wanted from him, but he didn’t know if he could agree to it, if he could live with the decision. But then, what choice did he have really? If he refused, he was as good as dead. At least agreeing with the other man would prolong his life, leave him room for an escape in the future. Brian sighed, forcing himself to show no emotion as he made his decision. Finally Brian struggled to his knees, heart pounding furiously at what he was about to do.

This new position left him level with Verone’s crotch, which was only a few feet away. Steeling himself, Brian shuffled closer, getting within inches of the bulge already forming. With one last hesitant sigh, Brian moved forward, rubbing his cheek over the cloth covered erection. Verone’s hand came up to tangle in blonde locks, keeping Brian where he was, the smallest of moans slipping out at the feel, and the complete submission the act symbolized. It still wasn’t enough though, and he let Brian know this with a harsh yank to the hair in his grip. Plus the younger man’s eyes were closed, and Verone wanted to see those pretty blue eyes while Brian gave up his freedom.

Brian’s eyes flew open, staring up at Verone, with wet looking lashes and eyes brimming with an emotion Carter couldn’t place. He could feel O’Conner’s entire body trembling, could hear it as Brian gulped, no doubt swallowing his pride. He arched an eyebrow, patience running out again. “Come on Brian, why shouldn’t I kill you?”

Brian took a deep breath, gathering his courage, before finally opening his mouth and forcing the words he needed to say past reluctant lips. “Because I belong to you, and you take care of the things you own.” Shame flooded him as he muttered the words, all the while not stopping the constant rubbing of his cheek.

Verone didn’t even bother hiding the smug look or his satisfaction at the admission. He’d wanted the other man to say those words since he’d first whispered them to him six months ago. When he’d promised to make him his, that he’d take care of him. A smile curved his lips, the previously harsh fingers trailing through blonde hair in approval. “That’s the right answer. Very good, Pet.”

Brian tensed again at the utterance of the word pet, but Verone ignored it. The younger man would just have to get used to it, since it wouldn’t be the last time he used it. “Now that the small matter of ownership has been cleared up, there’s something that pretty mouth of yours should be doing.”

Verone had to let go of Brian’s head in order to undo his pants, since he still refused to relinquish his hold on his gun. He wasn’t stupid, Brian might have submitted, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t going to be any fight left in him. His cock sprang from the V-shaped opening in his now undone slacks, already fully erect and ready, leaking. Brian started his task without any further prompting, and Carter smirked, realizing it was going to be easier then he thought to train the boy. But then all thoughts flew out of his head as that talented tongue swept up the underside of his member, tracing the vein all the way from root to tip, before swirling around the head, lapping up the fluid already collected there.

With no further warning, he swallowed Verone whole, until Brian’s nose was nestled in the dark hair of his groin. He started up a strong suction, ignoring the twinge of pain as he hollowed his cheeks, pushing Verone deeper, sliding the man down his throat, muscles hugging the length tightly. Verone moaned, grabbing the hair at the back of Brian’s head. Brian’s mouth felt wonderful, the hot, wet cavern snug around his erection. He just wasn’t moving fast enough, so Verone took over. He pushed his cock into that throat harder, deeper, until he heard Brian choke, fucking his mouth ruthlessly.

Brian fought the urge to shout or throw up, both of which would have been hard to do with a dick shoved down his throat. His nerves were screaming at him, agony shooting through his skull as Verone pushed and pulled his head right where it hurt most. His hands scrabbled to find purchase on Verone’s thighs, applying slight pressure, trying to convey his message.

Verone felt the pushes against his thighs, and growled down at the man between his legs, ready to continue to do what he wished, regardless of what Brian wanted. But even through the pleasure coursing through his body, Carter could notice the green tinge to the pale face, the pain lancing though those blue orbs. So he regretfully let go, leaving the pace up to Brian once more, who looked infinitely relieved at the release of his head, if still a little sick.

Despite his urge to throw up, Brian didn’t miss a beat, taking back control of the blowjob with no noticeable pause. One of Brian’s hands came up to wrap around the base of Carter’s cock, stroking in time to his head bobbing up and down. It was enough to send Verone over the edge. It had been six months since he’d felt the touch of anyone other then his own hand, so he couldn’t be blamed if his staying power wasn’t what it was. He moaned in completion, spilling his seed inside the other man’s mouth. Brian swallowed automatically, licking him clean before allowing the softening length to slip from his mouth.

Brian stayed on his knees as Verone worked at tucking himself back into his pants, panting, stumbling over to the bed to sit on the edge. After taking a minute to collect himself, Verone gestured for Brian to come to him, pointing at the floor between his parted legs. Brian made a move to get up, but was stopped by a quick, “No!” from Verone. He froze, waiting, and cursed inside as Verone smirked at him again. “Crawl to me.”

He dropped back to his hands and knees, kicking his pride to the side as he obediently crawled between Verone’s spread legs. Verone chuckled then, the laughter startling Brian, since he didn’t know what it was from. Carter reached for him then, and right away Brian knew what he’d been laughing at. He gasped as Carter’s hand palmed the erection pushing against his jeans. It seemed his body had betrayed him. Brian flinched, his head dropping; refusing to meet Verone’s smiling face.

“Well, well, it looks like my pet gets off on humiliation, hmm.” Carter brought his mouth to rest right next to Brian’s ear before hissing, “You’re such a whore, aren’t you? Practically begging to be used, to be owned, and dominated.”

He pulled away laughing again. “I think you’re ready for my gift already pet.”

Brian saw Verone’s hand slip into his pocket from the corner of his eye, since his head was still bowed, Carter’s words repeating on a continuous loop. He also saw the ever present gun be laid down next to him on the comforter, although he wasn’t even about to take the chance to grab it. A moment later both of Verone’s hands were around his neck, and Brain briefly entertained thoughts of being strangled to death before realizing that wasn’t Carter’s intent. Although something was being wrapped around his neck before being fastened securely. Verone leaned back then, surveying the result, the way it looked. Brian’s hand flew to his throat, fingering the leather collar, taking note of the metal ring that would obviously be used to attach a leash.

With his attention fixed solely on the collar encircling his neck, Brian didn’t notice Verone move until his arms were being tugged to urge him onto the mattress. He climbed up slowly, not quite sure what to expect, letting Carter maneuver his body until he was laying on his back, arms resting above his head, feeling awkward and exposed, yet he was still fully clothed. Verone’s hand moved back to the front of his jeans, undoing the belt and zipper but leaving them on, slipping a hand under the waistband, to reach the hard flesh below.

Brian moaned at the first firm stroke along his aching member. He hadn’t realized just how turned on he’d been until Carter had touched him. Verone started up a fast rhythm, overloading Brian’s senses. Brian moaned, limbs twitching, every nerve ending on fire, even his fingers were tingling. He couldn’t stop his body from reacting, no matter how much he wished differently.

Verone was thoroughly enjoying himself, watching closely as Brian came undone. The younger man really was quite beautiful, easily one of the prettiest men he’d ever known. The myriad of emotions that flashed across his features was intoxicating. His body was shifting restlessly, breath coming in short panting gasps. After a relatively short time, his back arched off the bed, mouth opening in a soundless scream as he came. Verone smirked, he didn’t even have to free Brian’s cock from his pants before bringing him to orgasm.

While Brian was distracted, chest heaving, trying to catch his breath, Verone made his move. He pulled Brian’s belt through the loops on his jeans, and before Brian could even focus on what was happening, the worn leather was wrapped around his wrists and tightened around the headboard, effectively trapping him.

Verone laughed as Brian blinked at him in confusion, tugging ineffectively at the bonds. “What…but…the door has a lock.”

Knocking on the very door in question with three short raps, Verone turned back to look at him one last time as it opened. “The door might have a lock pet, but I still don’t want you poking around. And besides, now you can do nothing other then lay there and wait for the next time I decide to use you, and you can trust in the fact that next time won’t be nearly as pleasant. So enjoy the feel of wearing clothing, because today will be the last time you might ever have any, I look forward to having you naked.”

Verone gave him another smirk before closing the door behind him and locking it again with a final sounding click, leaving Brian alone to contemplate just what his life was going to involve for the foreseeable future.

END