Control Issues

Title: Control Issues
Movie: Gamer (Probably the only fic of this)
Author: Dr. Crane
Chapter: 1/2
Rating: NC-17(most warnings are 'just in case')
Warnings: Dub-con, violence, language, graphic sexual content between two men(slash), mind control, technical voyeurism(depending on your level of immersion; you know those programmers), and anything else you find offensive in here that I can't remember--but honestly, you're reading an NC-17 fic about a violent and sexually explicit movie anyway....
Characters/Pairing: Kable/Castle
Summary: Alt. Ending--Spending days behind bars and killing people leaves little time for... you know. Nothing like animosity to keep that thrilling edge.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gamer, any of its characters, nor do I make any money from this.
Note: I hope someone else likes this pairing. I'm working on the next chapter, so if you want to read more, please, let me know. I love reviews(who doesn't), and they help me grow as a writer. -hint hint-

"You're awesome," I praised him. There's something about positive people that make negative people crazy, and it's great.

"Castle."

"Kable." I was giddy. He approached and I stepped back, "You don't want me you just want your little sugar-pie, I know." He stared at me, annoyed and bloodthirsty, but he knew he couldn't kill me.

"You don't have to victimize yourself, you know. I've got the Nanex too. A cock-solid ninety-eight percent of my noodle, but instead of receiving," I straighten his body and walk him backwards. He looks so upset. "I transmit. All I have to do, is think it, and they do it." I laugh because it will annoy him. "I guess that makes you the victim after all. In fact..." I look up and around, waiting for it. "Ah. There." I point to the balcony above and one of the guards walks right over the guard rail, neck making a lovely cracking against the floor. "I guess that puts all of you in the same boat."

He winces and locks his eyes on me and it makes me grin. I love that look. "So you're pulling all of the strings around here. You can control anyone with the Nanex."

"Anyone within range of my transmitters." I wave my arms at him, fingers following the motion. "Oo..." He snarls deftly and runs at me. I stop him mid punch, his face several inches from mine. "You're mine, boy." My eyes catch his fist moving closer, and I look back to his eyes. Not possible. His hand opens and collides with my collarbone, pushing me back into the wall. Damn.

"You're... my puppet." I make him step backwards and drop to his knees. "I think it, you do it." I watch something flash over his eyes as he stares at me and I exhale slowly. No need to get excited. Just need to focus. Much stronger than I expect him to be.

He stands up and he's almost smiling. Can't have that. He walks towards me and I step back and into the wall again. Hell. He reaches out and I stop him. Kid thinks he can play me? I watch him fight as I keep him suspended there.

"Hey. Look at my hand. Imagine it slowly closing around your wrist." I try not to, and can't help it. My eyes dart to his hand and it slowly approaches my wrist, holding it to the wall. Oh God damn it. He grabs my other wrist and holds it against the wall. I hold him as he leans in. His face is several inches away and I try to push him back, but I can't. "Heh. Don't tell me you don't want me to."

I hesitate and can't stop myself. "Want you to what? Kill me?"

"No." His voice is deep and quiet. "You know."

"What?"

"Draw my tongue over your throat."

"Why would I wa-ah." His tongue presses down under my chin, it slithering to my artery, lips sealing over it. "Ah! Turn it off, you cocksuckers!" His teeth pull on my skin gently, tongue smoothing over the marks. My fingers dig into the wall as I try to regain control and he can feel it.

"Think about it. I'm slowly unfastening the buttons on your shirt," he whispers against my neck. I close my eyes and sing to myself, trying to avoid the idea. How the hell did this happen?

A soft jazz echos through the room. I feel his fingers pulling on my fabric, the buttons opening my shirt. "I've got you under my skin..." Sinatra sings around us. I stop his hands before they touch down. They hover over my chest and I look up to his eyes, trying to catch my breath.

"What's the matter, Castle? I thought you liked games."

"This isn't a game. Killin' people's a game."

"S'just like your Society."

"No." Point to his face, finger staying there as I focus on it.

"Come on, Castle." He breathes onto my hand and I can't pull it away. "You don't know what it's like in there. Let me pull on your strings." His tongue touches my fingertip and I pull it back, hitting my elbow on the wall and cursing.

'I tried so not to give in...'

I turn to grab it and his hands push me back against the wall, running over my chest and around to my back. His fingertips stop at my waistline, my eyes shut tightly as I keep him there. Every time I pant my chest hits his and he chuckles. "You can't control me forever," he whispers against my ear. "In fact, you can't control me right now." Just ignore him, Ken.

'But why should I try to resist, when, baby, I know so well....'

"I bet you're awfully busy, Castle. Awfully lonely. All those mindless servants wandering around. I bet it's not easy-- directing them all of the time. A man couldn't find any time for himself. You know, you have time now. Imagine what I could do to you. Just think about it." Focus on his war-calloused fingertips as he speaks. Feel them brush the fabric. "Just think about it." Groin throbs and my suppressed thoughts race through me and into him. "Oo. That's bad." His hands slide over my pants and clench on my ass, lips on my neck.

His groin presses to mine and he grinds against me. "A-ah. This isn't right," I whimper. My last attempt at control.

"Since when do you know the difference between right and wrong?" he growls, hands sliding up to my lapels. I look down to his hands and back up to his dark eyes. He throws me from the wall to the ground. My shoulders hit the floor and I slide back half-way across the room. I wince as my hips touch down, trying to scramble up, but he is nearly on me. I hold my hand out and he freezes in place. I laugh to myself in satisfaction as I pant, looking down at my pants, tighter from his advances. I hear him chuckle and look up. "Don't you know, little fool, you never can win..." he sings along as it echos.

He takes a step forward, and I close my eyes, holding him so still he can barely breathe. Maybe I should just suffocate him. "You know you want to let me go. I know what you want." Focus on his body. Curiosity sparks with loins. Second step forward. "You want me to come down there, crawl towards you and hold you down while my lips lay into your collar, leg pressed hard to your aching-"

"Stop." Hormones were eating me alive. The sonovabitch. Should have known better than to tell him anything. Wish I wasn't blessed with such a vivid imagination. Can't believe he caught me, got me into this. Stare into his feral eyes. The eyes of a real killer. Ugh, and it makes me hot. Another step.

"Come on, Castle. Let me go. Or are you afraid of what I'll do to you?"

"I think that's a very reasonable reaction. You're a very dangerous man." I swallowed hard and scooted back, watching him closely. Every twitch and glance.

"I don't think a man who's suit is made of blood can point fingers." His eyes were locked onto my face, watching me in the exact same way.

"It's silk, actually." I stood up slowly, hand still out, and looked down at my suit, chuckling to myself. "It's great. Did you see how I slid across that floor? Kschoo." I indicated the motion with my hand and grinned, trying desperately to hide the tremble in my voice as I approached him. I had him now.

I started to refasten the buttons on my shirt and stood in front of him, his muscles tense as I held him still. "Whoo. That was close, huh? You almost got me." I chuckled and tapped the side of my temple. "But I gotcha."

"Really?" He smirked and stared me down.

"Oh... yeah." My voice was assured, but I looked his face over nervously. He began to snap in time as the song faded. I looked down to his hand and back to his eyes.

"Looks like your earlier command finally took effect."

I could feel my skin cool as fear took over. He was going to kill me.

He slowly straightened himself and tapped the side of his temple. He chuckled and I stepped back, trying to turn to run. His hand wrapped around my wrist and snapped me back, his other hand grabbing my shirt front. He pulled me in close to his face and laughed softly, throwing me to the floor.

I slid and grabbed for the floor, getting to my hands and knees just before his foot pressed me into the floor. My nails dragged along the polished marble as I clawed for freedom. "I'm only doing what you told me. You think it, we do it."

"No. No... no no no." I chuckled to myself nervously and tried to push myself up, his boot tip digging into my spine.

"My mistake." His sole pressed to my ribs and rolled me to my back. I looked to his other leg and back to his eyes, kicking the back of his knee. As his foot lifted from my chest, I rolled over and nearly made it to my feet before hitting the floor hard, cheek smacking against stone. I cried out, reaching for my face as it ached, hand never making it as fingers enveloped my ankle. I slid back on my belly, reaching for one of the corpses, to no avail.

I felt his legs brushing along the inside of mine as I lost the struggle, a firm hand grabbing the back of my shirt and pulling me up to my knees. His arm wrapped around my neck, pulling me back against him and his lap, which I tried to escape from; I ended up choking myself.

"Haha. Well now, we call this the act of...." The speakers cracked and we both looked up. "But, there are..." While he was distracted I thrashed again, his grip only tightening.

"I'm going to kill you, you fucking pigs!" I screamed, coughing as his arm tightened. Those programmers are dead.

"That's quite a mouth you've got." His free hand reached for my buttons and I tried to pull him away. Maybe I should stop pissing off the strong ones, or the ones that have been locked in a war-zone for months. He seemed to be fed up with my fighting, so his hand wrapped around my groin and squeezed. I choked against his arm, trying to pull his hand away as his fingers worked the blood back into my cock.

My grip on his hand weakened, the carnality setting in as his fingers traced the shape under the fabric. "I like your playlist," he whispered against my jaw. I elbowed him in the ribs, his arm pulling me back harder. "Don't act coy. I'm trying to be nice. If you want to know what really goes on in your little game, I would be more than happy to show you," he growled, fingers painfully digging into my loins, his hips bucking once against my ass. The force caused a strained yell to come out. "Now come on, Castle. I promise I'll treat you well... if you let me. I know you want it."

His fingers undid the button on my pants, sliding the zipper down slowly. My breathing sped up more, the strain on my neck making it more difficult. His fingertips pressed to my abs, sliding up my body, shirt parting over his hand until he hit the buttons I had refastened. He slowly undid them, opening the last over my neck and running his hand down my chest, opening my shirt as he did.

His hand stopped above my brief-line. "Well?" he asked softly against my neck.

"Well... what?" I breathed.

"Tell me what you want me to do." He wants me to say it? I relaxed my head back against his shoulder, closing my eyes as I thought about it. 'Not exactly my flavor of pudding, but he's convinced the rest of me. And it has been a really long time. But he'll probably kill me afterwards. He'll probably kill me either way. Guess I should go with the fun option. I hate this song. I bet he's really good; I'm not really a bottom though. I guess I don't have much of a choice. His hand is really hot.' Imagine it moving down slowly and feel it actually move. His body is suddenly more tense. I think of his hand pulling me out of my briefs and tightening around me; it does.

My heart leaps for a moment, thinking of his arm loosening; it does. No shit. He knows I know. He pushes me off of his lap and throws me onto my back in the process. He reaches out for my hands and grabs my wrist, elbows locking against the floor as I hold him there. He is several inches away and his breath is nearly as short as mine. I chuckle nervously. "You bastard. They never cut control."

"That's right, Castle. I outwitted you. You wanna let me go so I can finish what you started?" His leg was set between my legs, thigh pushing against my cock. The abrasion of the fabric made me twitch. I can't believe this. That was amazing; thinking of that. Another rub and I hold his leg still.

"Love..." Second verse.

"Are you going to kill me if I let you go?" I asked, watching his face carefully.

"Does it look like 'kill' is what I want to do to you?"

I inhaled deeply, "Yes."

"Then you'll just have to direct me yourself." His eyes looked down and back up my body. His gaze was lustful, but I couldn't tell if he was lying. If I let him go, I don't think I would be able to stop him later. Maybe that makes it exciting. Like storm chasing.

{{TBC...}}