Title: Joel's Vow
Author: P’al Kwai
E-Mail: isisbaast@aol.com
Ratings: NC-17for a hint of D&S and nonconsensual m/m slash. If any of this offends you, please do not read.
Pairings: David Griffin/Joel Campbell
Spoilers: The Watcher, the movie.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to their respective creators.
Feedback: Welcomed and adored.
Summary: Au ficlet rewriting the ending of the movie. Joel agrees to go with David, in exchange for Polly Beilman.
David Griffin: I think you’re spending too much time with that Polly bitch.
Joel Campbell: What do you need? (Pause) I want you to think about what you need. It’s up to me to try and get that and make an exchange. Anything you need for Miss Beilman’s safety.
David Griffin: (Considers a moment) What I need. . . is you.
From the movie The Watcher, directed by Joe Charbanic
Grand Island, Nebraska
Waking up with a start, FBI agent Joel Campbell sat up in bed, feeling his neck while the dingy wallpaper of the motel room stared at him. His throat was still intact, not sliced open by a piano wire. He wondered how long it would stay that way.
“Hey, buddy.” David Allen Griffin exited the bathroom, naked from the shower, toweling his dark hair dry. “How’s the head?”
A moment of confused silence, as Joel realized that there was no thunderous thumping in his head, just a dull ache. A rarity, as he had been suffering from debilitating migraines for more than a year. “Okay.” He muttered, as he raised a hand to rub his forehead.
“The problem is.” David threw the bath towel over at the luggage rack. “You’re too high strung, but when you relax a little,” he gave Joel a big grin, “your pain goes away.”
Staring at Griffin, Joel was assailed once again by the man’s charm and charisma. He reminded himself that David Allen Griffin was a sadist psychopath and murderer. “Right.” He readily agreed. “I suppose I should take a shower. You’ll be wanting to hit the road soon?” He voiced the last statement with a questioning tone.
“As soon as possible.” David flashed another grin at Joel, as he walked over to where his clothes had been flung the night before.
Swinging his legs out of bed, Joel felt a soreness in his ass, reminding him of the night’s activities. Standing up stiffly from the bullet wound in his leg, he shuffled to the bathroom, contemplating his situation, tied to the serial killer, David Allen Griffin.
**
Green River, Utah
“Turn over on your stomach.”
The command was said in a soft, gentle voice.
Joel stared at a naked, very aroused Griffin, who was languidly stroking himself. Slowly rolling over, he thought of Polly Beilman. He was in this nightmarish situation because of her, and it was her life that had been saved. A decision he would never regret. He couldn’t live with two women’s deaths on his conscience.
“On your knees and spread your legs.”
Obeying, Joel tried not to think of his dignity, which at this point was non-existence. His degradation hurt more than his aching leg. A strong hand pushed his head down into a pillow, while another squeezed a buttock.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Another gentle whisper while two fingers were roughly shoved into him. Stifling a yelp, Joel bit down on the pillow. The sound of spitting and then a razor-sharp pain as Griffin pushed himself in with one vicious thrust. Eyes tearing up, Joel’s fingers curled tightly into the mattress beneath him.
“Ahh, Christ, Joel.” Griffin moaned as he began a hard rhythmic pumping. “You are tight, boy.”
Totally helpless, Joel couldn’t stop the onslaught, as his body was pummeled and pushed around by the brutal fucking. Closing his eyes, he prayed for it to be over soon, but Griffin had other ideas.
Ripping himself out, he knelt over Joel grinning. “Roll over. I want to take you on your back like I did the first time.”
Face flushing Joel hoped it wasn’t noticeable in the dim light. He didn’t argue or protest, after all he had made a promise. Two hands on his hips raised him up, and he was again penetrated.
“Look at me.” Griffin commanded as he pounded into the man underneath him. “I do love the look on your face, when I fucking you, buddy. I’ll never get tired of it.”
**
Las Vegas, Nevada
Their third night was spent in a motel room that wasn’t as dingy as the others, except for the awful carpet that was a bright green, resembling astro turf. Lying side by side on the king size bed, the two men were sharing a beer.
“You do know, Joel,” Griffin said lazily, as he took a swig from a beer bottle, “if you don’t keep your word to me, more women will die.”
“Yes, I know.” Joel took a sip from his own beer. “If I leave you, you’ll pick another woman to kill and then send me the picture,” he turned his head to look over at David, “to get my attention.”
“You always were a sharp one.” Griffin drained the beer bottle and then set it on the nightstand. Rolling over on his side, he ran a hand down Joel’s body.
“And what will happen?” Joel risked Griffin’s anger. He needed to ask the question. “If I keep my promise?”
David smirked but did not answer, as his fingers lightly caressed Joel’s limp penis and then began searching for that ring of muscle that gave him so much pleasure. “I guess you’ll find out.”
Lying back, Joel spread his legs. Total submission, because the sooner it started, the sooner it would be over.
But this time, Griffin didn’t just take him. One hand’s fingers massaged Joel’s anal ring, while the other began a slow pump on his penis.
A gust of breath as Joel tried to block out the stimulation. He was becoming aroused, and that was more humiliating then the rape he endured the nights before.
“Just relax, buddy.” Griffin coaxed, as his finger entered Joel, gently rubbing and searching for that pleasure spot.
This time the gust of breath was a moan, as Joel’s hips moved in rhythm to the pumping of his cock. Closing his eyes, he groaned again. Everything faded, as his whole being centered in on the sexual desire that was surging throughout his entire body. And then abruptly it stopped.
“Please.” He couldn’t help but say. “Don’t stop.”
“Say it first.” David ordered, as one hand clamped tightly at the base of Joel’s cock. “Say it.”
“I-I. . . .” Joel wasn’t sure what Griffin wanted him to say.
“Tell me how we need each other.”
Joel didn’t hesitate. “We need each other. We define each other. We’re ying and yang. Black and white.”
Smiling with satisfaction, David’s hands began moving again, while somewhere in the back of Joel’s mind, he realized; he had just affirmed his marriage vows.
****
Finis