The Kidnapper and The Negotiator

DISCLAIMER: Beck, Roger and all related characters do NOT belong to me. I just use them for my own and other's sick enjoyment. I make no money from this, although I do sometimes upload at work. Enjoy!

The Negotiator stepped out of the elevator and was surprised that Norman hadn't arrived to take his coat.

"Norman?" He called, removing his sunglasses. Roger walked down the hall calling for the butler. Searching the downstairs, Roger realized Norman and Dorothy were both missing. Perhaps they were upstairs. Roger slung his long coat as well as his suit jacket over the rail of the spiral staircase haphazardly as he walked up.

Entering the parlor, it was not Dorothy or Norman Roger saw, but someone who he would never let into his home under any circumstances. Though he was silhouetted in the light that was pouring through the large picture window, Roger knew it was Beck. The man in the loud yellow suit smiled and picked up a bottle of gin sitting on the piano. Roger recognized it from his liquor cabinet. Beck took a healthy swig from it and motioned it to Roger.

"Hey, Crowboy. Want some?" He asked, the wicked grin growing.

"Beck! Where are they!?" Roger commanded to know.

"The android and the old man?" Beck approached, "They'll be fine... probably"

"I'm not playing games with you, Beck. Now, tell me where Dorothy and Norman are. If it's a ransom you want-" Roger growled

"Oh no, it's not that. Not that at all. And I doubt you'd just give in if that where the case. You are a Negotiator, after all."

"Beck..." Roger's anger was growing by the second.

Beck dropped the gin bottle. It didn't brake, but tipped over, spilling some of its contents on the rug. "I don't want money, but I do want something from you. So if you'd rather not, I'll leave now and slice the old man's stomach open like a fish."

Beck made a face, with his tongue hanging out, to illustrate Norman dead, then had a good chuckle at his own wit.

"Son of bitch!!" Roger lunged forward, tackling Beck. He punched Beck in the face twice before being kicked off the by the kidnapper. Roger hit the floor with a thud. Beck snatched him up by the tie and threw him against the railing, overlooking the first floor. A kick to the jaw sent Roger reeling. He stumbled, his world spinning before his eyes. He caught himself on the back of the hunter green sofa. He bent over it, pain resonating in his skull. The Negotiator shook his head, but a moment later, stopped dead.

Roger felt Beck's strong hands grasp him at the waist. Beck pressed up against the negotiator and Roger could feel something hard and hot, even through his and Beck's slacks, pressed against his butt. Now, the Negotiator understood what Beck said about wanting something from him.

Oh God...

Beck leaned over Roger and whispered in his ear: "I'm gonna fuck you stupid, Crowboy."

Roger began to flail and fight his way free.

"You fight back and I'll kill them both." reminded Beck

Roger growled deep in his throat and stopped moving. Beck smiled and playfully nibbled Roger's ear.

"That's better." Beck remained bent over Roger's helpless form and wrapped his arms around his chest in an almost loving hug. He buried his face in the back of the brunette's head, taking in his scent and for a few moments he rubbed himself against Roger, making his erection well known, pressed up on Roger. He gave a tiny moan as the gyrating brushed his cock through his pants in just the right way. Sliding his arm around Roger's chest, Beck moved down to the clips of Roger's suspenders. He unsnapped the fronts, then the back. He almost threw them over his shoulder but found a better use for them. He tied Roger's hands together in front of him.

He then flipped roger over on to his back so he was face to face with him. Roger felt his back strain as Beck loomed over him. The gin bottle that had rolled over from the fight was retrieved by Beck and he took a deep sip. Running his fingers over the dark haired mans face, he tipped the bottle up over his face. Roger opened his mouth, assuming that's what Beck wanted. A splash of alcohol passed through his lips and Beck chased it with his tongue. Roger's eyes widened as the kiss shivered through his body. He had never been kissed by a man before, it had always been strictly women for him, but right now his only option was to act like he knew what he was doing.

Beck pulled away and licked up Roger's jawline. That devilish grin that Beck was so good at came to life once again. Then he spilt the last of the gin on Roger's chest. It soaked Roger's shirt and made his pale but beautiful skin show through the wet, white dress shirt. Beck chuckled as he closed his mouth over Roger's again. Beck clutched Roger's hair in one hand, mussing it and disposed of Roger's tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt with the other. Strangely, Roger felt thoroughly aroused with Beck's fingers running over his chest and Beck's tongue fighting with his inside his mouth.

No! He mustn't let a lowlife like Beck get the best of him.

The blonde flipped Roger back over. This was Roger's last chance to talk Beck out of what he was planning to do. He'd let Beck touch and kiss him all he wanted but Roger certainly didn't want to be 'fucked stupid.'

"Beck..." Roger tried to sound as calm and in control as possible "Please...even though it's against my policy, I'm willing to pay you for Norman, Dorothy and..."

Roger didn't want to say it. Beck, apparently didn't mind.

"Keeping me out of your ass? I told you. I don't want your money. Don't worry, you won't hate yourself in the morning."

"No, I'll just sleep until noon. Then I'll hate myself." Roger said, mostly to himself.

"I'm sure if you can make jokes, you aren't too ready to object." Beck purred. A jolt of electricity ran up the Negotiator's spine.

"Don't do this. I don't want-" he began

"Yes," Beck reached down and gripped Roger's package that had become stone hard beneath Beck's touch "I think you do."

Roger gasped then shivered from the sudden sensation. Beck let go and his fingers went to the button on Roger's dress pants. Before Roger knew it they, as well as his briefs, were around his ankles. He stood there, exposed, his erection begging for attention.

"P-please..." he breathed.

"You talk too much." Beck muttered to him. He grabbed the hanging end of the suspenders turned binding material and wrapped it around Roger's mouth, clipping it securely into an effective gag.

"Kinky, huh?" joked the kidnapper. Beck made quick work of the button and zipper of his pants and pulled his gloves off with his teeth. He ran his fingers over his tongue, one at a time. Roger hissed as Beck's first finger found its way inside him. A moment later, a second finger joined, making Roger stifle a scream. Beck whispered dirty remarks, puffing his hot breath against Roger's ear and making Roger's cock throb. Beck's third finger started to probe the Negotiator, which sent more muffled sounds from him.

Enjoying watching Roger squirm, Beck lightly ran the very tips of his fingers up Roger's shaft. Roger's eyes rolled back into his head at the long awaited touch. Beck continued to administer the feathered touch as he pulled his fingers from Roger's now prepared hole. He pulled his cock out of his opened slacks and put the head, slightly wet with pre-cum, to the tight ring of muscle and began to push in. He heard a long low moan issue from behind Roger's gag. He pushed in up to his hilt and the moan intensified.

"Oh yeah...fuck yeah..." Beck groaned and he began to thrust. His fingers encircled Roger's manhood and worked it in sync with his own thrusts.

"Is this what you want, Crowboy...Mmmm, yeah, I think it is." Beck hissed to Roger, accompanied by his own perverted little chuckled.

Roger started to roll his hips in to meet Beck's thrusts, almost involuntarily. Lights exploded before Roger's eyes as Beck hit his sweet spot. Oh, God! Roger had no idea anything could make him feel like this. This was nothing like sex with the kind of women Roger had a taste for. They were fragile, giggling creatures, painted with blush and ready to please even though they knew their was no love in it; just bragging rights to being with Paradigm's top negotiator for a short time. But this; this was wild and uninhibited and just so wonderfully wrong!

The brunette moaned loudly around the gag. Beck continued to talk dirty to Roger and rammed into him harder. The Negotiator's breath grew even heavier than it was already. His half lidded eyes swam with ecstasy.

"You like that? Do you want it all? Tell me!" Beck found the clip of Roger's suspenders and undid it. The gag spun free, enabling Roger to speak and groan at full volume.

"I...I want-" Roger gasped, drunken with lust and craving "I want it!"

"Then say my name!!" Beck ordered.

"Beck!!...Uuuuggnnhh...Oh God!! Beck!" Roger screamed.

Beck pumped harder and faster to the sound of Roger calling his name. Soon, with one final scream of Beck's name, Roger came with his back curling, splattering cum onto the back of the sofa he was bent over. Beck gave another rough thrust and then came himself. He thrust once or twice more, completely riding out his orgasm, and making sure he was thoroughly spent.

Beck removed his length from Roger and let go of him. Roger, exhausted from his experience, slumped forward. He apparently leaned too far over, seeing that he rolled over the back of the couch, head over heels, and landed half on the floor with his legs falling hard on the coffee table that stood before the sofa. He looked up, dazedly to see Beck fastening the belt on his pants. he ran a hand through his hair with a satisfied smile on his lips. He leaned down on one knee and brought his face close to Roger's. He gave him one last kiss, which Roger received eagerly, and then ran a hand over Roger's cheek.


"Our negotiations are over. You'll get those two back, Roger." Beck reassured " But in the mean time, I advise you to get some sleep."

Roger barely saw Beck stand and step over him., but he could hear the sound of shoes on the spiral staircase and the bell of the elevator as the Negotiator slipped into unconsciousness.



Dorothy and Norman were returned, as Beck had promised, though it was a few hours after Beck and Roger's 'encounter' that they arrived. Roger assumed it was so he wouldn't be sound sprawled on the floor, drenched in gin, with his shirt hanging open and his pants around his feet. To let him sleep and then clean up so no one would know what happened, Roger thought, was oddly thoughtful of Beck. Roger could even say it was professional of him.

A few days later, Roger returned from a negotiation with a certain Mr. Wise, when Norman told him their was a visitor waiting for him. Roger stood in the doorway of the small room off the parlor, to see Major Daustan bent over, surveying the contents of the liquor cabinet.

"It's late, Daustan. What do you want?" Roger said, slightly perturbed.

"Beck broke outta prison." Daustan replied, not looking away from the cabinet.

"Who's Beck?" Roger knew all too well, but decided to play it cool "Oh, he was that kidnapper."

"That guy's got a bone to pick with you. I dropped by on the off chance he might have shown up."

Beck had had a bone to pick, all right...

"No..." Roger paused "I haven't noticed him around."

Roger looked away. Even though Daustan had his back to the Negotiator, Roger didn't want to risk the Major seeing the truth resonating in his eyes.

"By the way, I don't see that bottle I said I'd like to try the next time I got in." inquired Daustan.

Roger thought of the gin dripping over him and Beck leaning in to lick him clean and felt a strange need to relive that moment.

"Oh. That got polished off the other day, when a friend came by." he let slip.

"What?!" Daustan turned to Roger, with a shocked look on his face and Roger nearly jumped out of his skin, thinking that he had let the cat out of the bag. He calmed when he saw that Daustan didn't catch what Roger had accidentally implied. He was too disappointed over the loss of his bottle.

Sorry, Daustan. Roger thought I only save the good stuff for extremely special occasions. Only for Beck.