Author: Keira Marcos
Fandom: Live Free or Die Hard
Series: Ties That Bind Interlude
Warnings: Explicit language, BDSM AU, no beta
Summary: “I had to learn to be what you needed so you’d want to keep me.”
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The first time John McClane was a fucking hero—he was offered training at the top pleasure houses on the planet. He accepted—training at La Petite Mort and Heien House. His sub at the time hadn’t been all that thrilled with the attention he’d gotten because he rescued her ungrateful ass and they’d parted ways without much incident. The second time he was in the wrong place at the right time and was forced to be that guy again—he told the whole planet to leave him the fuck alone. He can’t even think about the third time without wanting to punch a hole in someone’s head so he doesn’t think about it or Zeus often. It just wasn’t worth the paperwork or the lawyers.
He could’ve lived the rest of his life without having to be a fucking hero again. Reward money from first, hush money from the second, and retirement with full benefits from the third had left him sitting pretty good. So, when life came knocking on his door in the form of a slim-hipped, computer hacker with a hot little ass and a sweet mouth who was in so much trouble it wasn’t even funny—John had done what he always did. He played the goddamned hero.
He’d topped Matthew Farrell a handful of times before the Fire Sale made John a national fucking hero again. The sub was picky about his tops and notorious for his pain kinks. After the Fire Sale, Farrell had disappeared from the sex clubs in New York and John had heard he’d caught the attention of a high ranking Dom at La Petite Mort.
Thirteen months after the last time John had tied the sub to his bed and worked him over like a hostage—John opened his door and found sweet, young Matthew standing there. He offered John a beguiling smile and ducked his head just a little—his hair fell away from his bare neck revealing a new Fleur-dis-lis tattoo. Matt had cleared his throat and with his hands curling around the strap of his computer bag said the words that McClane has never been able to turn away from, “John, I need you.”
And hell, John had gone to war for the submissive once already so he couldn’t imagine there was a fucking thing that Farrell could ask for that he wouldn’t get. John inclined his head. “Come on in.”
Matt flashed him a grateful smile and slipped inside. “Thanks.”
“Just sit and tell me what or who you’ve done that makes you look like you’re being chased by terrorists again.”
Matt laughed but the laugh went small in a few seconds. “I didn’t… it’s… you know the FBI tried to press me into working for them after the Fire Sale. The only thing that really stopped them is that Beaumont was under the impression he’d have to go through you to get to me. Then I was invited to La Petite Mort and my Pleasure Master pretty much isolated me from everyone during my training.”
John nodded and dropped down in his chair. “Okay and now?”
“It’s the NID and I don’t know what they could want with me, John. I’m entirely too high-profile for undercover work and I’m an above average hacker but they have people who could create the Matrix. They don’t need me for that. They didn’t even express interest until I was marked by La Petite Mort and now all of a sudden they are following me around.” Matt waved a hand and dropped back on the couch. “I didn’t even know what the NID was until some agents showed up at my apartment. They tried to play the patriotism card.”
John snorted. “You took a bullet for your country, kid; you don’t know owe them anymore than that.”
Matt averted his gaze. “I took a bullet for you, John.”
John knew that. It was the first time in his life that someone that had risked their life for his and just thinking about it made him hurt in places he’d prefer to think he didn’t even have. He sighed and jerked his head a little. “Come here, boy.”
Matt shed his jacket and computer bag as he stood up from the couch. He was trembling by the time he slid into John’s lap. McClane cupped his ass and pulled him as close as possible. “I’m so freaked out, John.”
“I’ll take care of you,” John whispered and sank his teeth into Matt’s neck—sucking and biting at the tattooed skin before releasing him with an obscene sucking sound. “This is new.”
“For you,” Matt whispered. “I had to learn…” His breath caught as John’s hands tightened. “I had to learn to be what you needed so you’d want to keep me.”
“I should be ashamed of myself for even thinking about keeping you,” John muttered. “You’re too young for an old man like me.”
“Don’t beg for that,” John responded roughly. “You can beg for cock. You can beg to come but don’t ever beg for acceptance.” He touched the tattoo on his neck. “Consorts don’t beg to be wanted. Understood?”
“Good.” John leaned back in his chair and ran his hands over Matt’s thighs with a sigh. “And it was unnecessary—the training. I’m glad you did, for your own sake if nothing else, but you didn’t need to do that for me. You were already everything I wanted.”
“John.” Matt trembled and tucked his face against the side of McClane’s neck.
“I mean it, Mattie,” he murmured. “You’re everything.”