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fellowshippers2005-02-07 06:02 pm
The Loan Charlie/Shark NC17
Chapter 2
Title: The Loan
Author: Pippin’s Penny
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Charlie/Shark
Summary: Charlie owes money but cannot repay his loan…. financially
I have no idea if this has been done before, it seems so obvious to me that this story line should be done, so if it has, let me know! If not enjoy!
Saturday.
There was a loud banging on his door and this time Charlie expected it. He knows better than to try to hide, or pretend he is not home. He swallows hard and answers the door. Time to face the music, so to speak, he thought.
Again, the door is kicked open the moment he unlocked the latch. Charlie staggers back into the room.
“Please… come right in, make yourselves at home.” Charlie says unable to squelch his sarcasm. He reminds himself that he had better watch that, remarks like that had gotten his arse kicked many times in the past. And this was no one be fucking with.
The two goons quickly check the small one room flat and return to their boss’s side. The loan shark slowly approached Charlie, his eyes fixed on him. A shiver ran through Charlie, unnerved by the cool, predatory look in the shark’s eyes.
“Well?” He says quietly, eyes boring into Charlie’s wide blue eyes.
“Look… I’m sorry. I had money, but my broth…. I… misplaced it. I can give you this…” Charlie pulls out his wallet, hands over a few crumpled notes, and hands them to the shark.
The shark smiles, he almost seems pleased about Charlie’s dire predicament. He nods to his goons with a curt head jerk motion towards the door; they quickly and quietly stepped outside and shut the door behind them.
“Well, well, well. We seem to have a problem here Charlie.” The shark said walking slowly around Charlie, looking him over from head to toe. He seemed to be leering. He stopped for a moment when he was directly behind Charlie, blatantly admiring his arse in his low-slung jeans. Charlie would not give him the pleasure of the shiver he was trying desperately to suppress.
The shark, now facing Charlie, is standing close, not concerned about Charlie’s personal space. “My dad loaned you a sizeable amount of money, Charlie. You promised that you would pay him back… with interest. Hmmm, he will not be happy, no, not at all. He will be expecting his money... today in fact. What should I tell him? Oh, sorry father, Charlie can’t pay you today; he needed to buy more make up and… tight jeans.” He said sardonically while his eyes roamed down Charlie’s body.
Charlie can’t hide the fact that he is nervous, he looks down and sees the sharks shoes, they match his grey suit perfectly he ridiculously notices. “Yeah… yeah, I know… It’s just that…”
“SHUT UP! Don’t ffffuck with me! I ddon’t need to hear your excuses!” The shark hissed. “Mr. Fucking Rock Star… poncing around in your eyeliner and nail varnish like a French whore, do you think you deserve special treatment? You think that because you shake that little arse of yours everyone will fall all over you? Do you think that will work on me as well?”
Then he seemed calm… and Charlie wasn’t sure which was more frightening. He knew that this man was capable of anything. He was expecting almost anything. He knew of people who had crossed him before, and he knew the damage his two goons could inflict.
“Let me see your hands.” The shark said quietly.
“What?”
“LET ME SEE YOUR FFFUCKING HANDS YOU LITTLE FAGGOT!” Spittle flew at Charlie’s face.
Charlie put his hands out, palms up for the shark to inspect and examined them. He thoroughly looked them over, turning them and inspecting both sides, his own soft small fingers floating lightly over Charlie’s rough skin and nails.
“Hmmm, such long fingers, calloused… so rough… but very talented as well.” The loan shark said quietly, almost as if he were talking to himself. “I’ll bet you can do many, many things with those lovely fingers.”
Charlie just looked at the shark. What the fuck was he trying to say? He looked at the sharks face. He was still examining them thoroughly, turning them over and inspecting both sides. The sharks face seemed to soften, he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.
Finally, after several uncomfortable moments for Charlie, the shark said, “I can give you more time.” He whispered, almost gently. His eyes still fixed on Charlie’s hands; he was fingering Charlie’s leather wrist cuffs now, and gently turning Charlie’s thumb ring on his thumb.
“I can give you three more days. But, I am going to need something from you, Charlie.” He said still holding both of Charlie’s hands and now looking directly into his eyes. “I am going to need for you to do something for me in return. You do have such lovely hands.” The shark released Charlie’s hands and began to unbuckle his belt.
Charlie realized that he had been holding his breath and let out a small gasp. “WHAT? You have to be fucking joking, you fucked up little ponce!” Charlie spat back, taking a few steps backward.
The shark sighed, and then said, “Okay, I’ll just call in Dominic and William and have them break everyone of those beautiful, talented fingers of yours. They have not seen any action for a few days and they are getting quite antsy. What a nice little treat this will be for them.”
“Fuck!” Charlie said, resigning himself. “Give me five more days and I’ll wank you.”
“Three! You don’t get to fffucking negotiate here arsehole. You will get three fucking days, take it or leave it, Rock Star.”
The defeated expression on Charlie’s face told the shark he could continue to undo his pants.
Charlie took a step in closer, and then thought for a moment and stepped back. He went over to his stereo and turned it off. The Beatles Revolver CD had been playing. The shark gave him an odd quizzical look. Charlie did not want to have memories of this tied to his favorite music. The shark did not question his motives; he just continued to watch Charlie closely and impassively, as Charlie slowly returned and stood in front of the shark.
“Wet you hand,” The shark whispered, “in your mouth.”
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