The Weapon, ch 5/? Kept!verse
Karl Urban/Matt Damon, set in poisontaster's Kept!verse.
Concrit would be deeply appreciated.
I think the soundtrack for this fic is all Portishead.
Thank you to trishabooms for holding my hand for this one. :)
Karl turns the last page of the dossier that Matt had prepared. Closes the folder and spreads his hand over the cover, pressing it down.
He looks up at Matt for long moments before he speaks.
“You want to kill this man. You want me to get you into position so you can kill this man personally. This man who could be President three years from now.” There’s the barest thread of incredulity in his voice.
Matt nods even though it wasn’t quite a question. Karl’s lips tighten.
“This plan is really-- bad. You’ll end up in a collar or on death row.” He shakes his head. “Go back to Europe. Let me kill him instead. If I can’t get out clean, there’s nothing to tie me to you. If I’m able, after, I’ll come to you.”
“No.” Matt’s tone is firm. “No. He was there when she died. I have to be there when he dies. I have to see his eyes. He has to know it was me.”
Karl’s jaw clenches and Matt is absolutely not putting up with this shit.
“I bought you to help me kill him. I can’t afford another slave like you. I just don’t have that much money. I have to kill him. I’m going to kill him. If you aren’t going to help, get the fuck out. Now.”
And there. Not quite a flinch but a minute widening of Karl’s eyes, a twitch around his mouth. A point scored in Matt’s favor. It boggles his mind that threatening his own safety is what brings Karl to heel, but he’ll be damned if he’s not going to use it.
“He’s having a get-together at his penthouse three weeks from now. About fifty potential investors for his campaign. I’ve got an invitation and I plan to use it. Whether you’re with me or not.”
“I’ll be with you,” Karl says and Matt imagines an undertone of apology in his voice. “But will you trust me? Will you be patient and will you listen?”
And god it’s like Matt’s five years younger. To know he hasn’t wasted half his inheritance and that he doesn’t have to do this alone. “You won’t stall? We don’t have much time. Everything. His security. It’s just going to get tighter.”
“I’ll find a way,” Karl says and Matt believes him.
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Karl spends the next few hours rereading the file on Matt’s uncle. Sometimes flipping back and forth to compare a detail on multiple pages. Sometimes staring unfocused at the table for minutes at a time. To his right he has a slender notepad that he’s jotting down a short list on.
“Between now and the dinner,” he asks Matt out of the blue, “What are your plans?”
And they sit down with Matt’s laptop between them. He’s got a respectably full schedule of business meetings and social engagements. Local friends that it would look odd for him not to visit.
“If I’m to pass as your body slave I should be seen with you,” Karl notes and Matt wonders how much of his desire to stick close is for appearances and how much is to keep Matt out of trouble. “This is the only suitable change of clothes I have.”
Matt nods. “Have the concierge take care of it. Just have them add it to my account.”
Karl looks at him for a moment. Up and down in an assessing sort of way that has nothing to do with sex.
“I need to know you’ll be able to keep up if things go to shit,” he says and Matt’s almost relieved that the man can swear. Then Karl starts blocking in the open spots on the schedule. Swimming. Cardio. Weights. Free-run. Firing range. For half a second Matt’s almost daunted by the amount of work laid out in front of him. But really. He’s willing to risk everything to take his uncle from the world. What’s a little sweat?
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They work for a while and then Matt calls it a night. Changes in the bathroom and when he comes out Karl is in a white t-shirt and boxer briefs. He’s brought in one of the balcony’s upholstered lounge chairs and pulled over so it’ll be behind the door if someone visits Matt’s room uninvited in the night. He tucks the pistol and knife into the crack of the cushion and stretches out. Closes his eyes and he’s either really good at faking or he transitions to sleep almost instantly.
Matt doesn’t order him to his bed which sort of surprises himself. He thinks if Karl wasn’t so obviously on-duty he might be more tempted. Or if Karl looked at all like he wanted to be in Matt’s bed.
He expects to feel awkward. Sleeping with another person in his room. A stranger he’s only known a day.
He wakes up nine hours later feeling better rested than he has in months. Years maybe.
“It’s two hours still until your scheduled lunch with ‘Ben,’” Karl says and rises from the chair. Still barefoot. Matt wonders how long he had waited there. Alert and silent. “I wasn’t sure if I should wake you or not.”
It’s so easy to forget. That Karl might act the body-slave in public but that his training doesn’t go further than appearances. He briefly considers instructing Karl how to do this. How to wake his master, how to have clothing and toiletries laid out and waiting in the morning.
But they have more important things to do than play house.
“No, that’s fine. I set the alarm clock before I went to bed.”
Karl nods and starts a series of martial calisthenics. Knee-lifts and elbow jabs. Shadow-boxing and evading. Warms himself up and then starts in with stretches. Neck, shoulders, back.
Matt swallows hard and retreats to the bathroom again. Masturbates in the shower to the fantasy of how Karl’s throat would feel under his lips. Of Karl’s professional coolness stripped away by desire. How fierce he’d be as they fucked, all fire and strength and bright edges. Long muscular legs wrapped around Matt’s hips as he dragged him in harder with each thrust.
He comes against the tile and leans there for a long time. Letting his heartbeat settle down again. Getting himself under control. He finishes washing his hair then steps out and dries off. Suits himself up in a nice jacket and shirt but no tie. He knows the types of places Ben likes. Nice enough for Lords and Masters and their slaves but with pretentions of casualness that make overdressing seem gauche.
Karl is back in his flowing ivory outfit when Matt leaves the bathroom. He looks Matt up and down and Matt feels the color rising on his cheeks. God damn it he’s not going to be embarrassed about this. Not going to be shamed for touching himself in the god damn shower. He’s not--
Karl swallows and looks away. “If you need relief, I can try to provide it.” A muscle jumps along his jaw and his dark eyebrows are pinched in a tight frown.
Matt thinks this is the least sexy offer of sex he’s had in his entire life even if it comes from one of the most attractive people he’s known. He considers saying yes. Putting Karl on his knees and it just--he can see in the stiff line of Karl’s neck that it won’t be like his fantasy. Won’t be Karl meeting him heat for heat and giving as good as he gets. It’ll be Karl bland and dutiful. Karl dull and fumbling to learn instead of letting lust guide him through some hot and messy first-time sex.
“What about you?” He asks to deflect the question. “Is doing without going to be a problem?”
Karl turns away and starts strapping his weapons on under his loose clothing. “I have pills to make sure I’m not compromised.”
Matt winces. Limp has never been his style. Even before he left for Europe, he’d liked his body slaves to be aroused at the very least. He makes a silent vow to himself that the pills are going away as soon as this thing is over. If he’s in any shape to make that happen and Karl’s still alive to appreciate it.
He wants to tell Karl. That fucking his mouth wasn’t about his needs. Not his sexual needs, at least. He just doubts that it’ll matter, what his motivation was.
“I’ll let you know if it becomes a problem for me,” he says instead and tosses Karl the car keys and that’s the end of it.
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Concrit would be deeply appreciated.
I think the soundtrack for this fic is all Portishead.
Thank you to trishabooms for holding my hand for this one. :)
Karl turns the last page of the dossier that Matt had prepared. Closes the folder and spreads his hand over the cover, pressing it down.
He looks up at Matt for long moments before he speaks.
“You want to kill this man. You want me to get you into position so you can kill this man personally. This man who could be President three years from now.” There’s the barest thread of incredulity in his voice.
Matt nods even though it wasn’t quite a question. Karl’s lips tighten.
“This plan is really-- bad. You’ll end up in a collar or on death row.” He shakes his head. “Go back to Europe. Let me kill him instead. If I can’t get out clean, there’s nothing to tie me to you. If I’m able, after, I’ll come to you.”
“No.” Matt’s tone is firm. “No. He was there when she died. I have to be there when he dies. I have to see his eyes. He has to know it was me.”
Karl’s jaw clenches and Matt is absolutely not putting up with this shit.
“I bought you to help me kill him. I can’t afford another slave like you. I just don’t have that much money. I have to kill him. I’m going to kill him. If you aren’t going to help, get the fuck out. Now.”
And there. Not quite a flinch but a minute widening of Karl’s eyes, a twitch around his mouth. A point scored in Matt’s favor. It boggles his mind that threatening his own safety is what brings Karl to heel, but he’ll be damned if he’s not going to use it.
“He’s having a get-together at his penthouse three weeks from now. About fifty potential investors for his campaign. I’ve got an invitation and I plan to use it. Whether you’re with me or not.”
“I’ll be with you,” Karl says and Matt imagines an undertone of apology in his voice. “But will you trust me? Will you be patient and will you listen?”
And god it’s like Matt’s five years younger. To know he hasn’t wasted half his inheritance and that he doesn’t have to do this alone. “You won’t stall? We don’t have much time. Everything. His security. It’s just going to get tighter.”
“I’ll find a way,” Karl says and Matt believes him.
-------
Karl spends the next few hours rereading the file on Matt’s uncle. Sometimes flipping back and forth to compare a detail on multiple pages. Sometimes staring unfocused at the table for minutes at a time. To his right he has a slender notepad that he’s jotting down a short list on.
“Between now and the dinner,” he asks Matt out of the blue, “What are your plans?”
And they sit down with Matt’s laptop between them. He’s got a respectably full schedule of business meetings and social engagements. Local friends that it would look odd for him not to visit.
“If I’m to pass as your body slave I should be seen with you,” Karl notes and Matt wonders how much of his desire to stick close is for appearances and how much is to keep Matt out of trouble. “This is the only suitable change of clothes I have.”
Matt nods. “Have the concierge take care of it. Just have them add it to my account.”
Karl looks at him for a moment. Up and down in an assessing sort of way that has nothing to do with sex.
“I need to know you’ll be able to keep up if things go to shit,” he says and Matt’s almost relieved that the man can swear. Then Karl starts blocking in the open spots on the schedule. Swimming. Cardio. Weights. Free-run. Firing range. For half a second Matt’s almost daunted by the amount of work laid out in front of him. But really. He’s willing to risk everything to take his uncle from the world. What’s a little sweat?
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They work for a while and then Matt calls it a night. Changes in the bathroom and when he comes out Karl is in a white t-shirt and boxer briefs. He’s brought in one of the balcony’s upholstered lounge chairs and pulled over so it’ll be behind the door if someone visits Matt’s room uninvited in the night. He tucks the pistol and knife into the crack of the cushion and stretches out. Closes his eyes and he’s either really good at faking or he transitions to sleep almost instantly.
Matt doesn’t order him to his bed which sort of surprises himself. He thinks if Karl wasn’t so obviously on-duty he might be more tempted. Or if Karl looked at all like he wanted to be in Matt’s bed.
He expects to feel awkward. Sleeping with another person in his room. A stranger he’s only known a day.
He wakes up nine hours later feeling better rested than he has in months. Years maybe.
“It’s two hours still until your scheduled lunch with ‘Ben,’” Karl says and rises from the chair. Still barefoot. Matt wonders how long he had waited there. Alert and silent. “I wasn’t sure if I should wake you or not.”
It’s so easy to forget. That Karl might act the body-slave in public but that his training doesn’t go further than appearances. He briefly considers instructing Karl how to do this. How to wake his master, how to have clothing and toiletries laid out and waiting in the morning.
But they have more important things to do than play house.
“No, that’s fine. I set the alarm clock before I went to bed.”
Karl nods and starts a series of martial calisthenics. Knee-lifts and elbow jabs. Shadow-boxing and evading. Warms himself up and then starts in with stretches. Neck, shoulders, back.
Matt swallows hard and retreats to the bathroom again. Masturbates in the shower to the fantasy of how Karl’s throat would feel under his lips. Of Karl’s professional coolness stripped away by desire. How fierce he’d be as they fucked, all fire and strength and bright edges. Long muscular legs wrapped around Matt’s hips as he dragged him in harder with each thrust.
He comes against the tile and leans there for a long time. Letting his heartbeat settle down again. Getting himself under control. He finishes washing his hair then steps out and dries off. Suits himself up in a nice jacket and shirt but no tie. He knows the types of places Ben likes. Nice enough for Lords and Masters and their slaves but with pretentions of casualness that make overdressing seem gauche.
Karl is back in his flowing ivory outfit when Matt leaves the bathroom. He looks Matt up and down and Matt feels the color rising on his cheeks. God damn it he’s not going to be embarrassed about this. Not going to be shamed for touching himself in the god damn shower. He’s not--
Karl swallows and looks away. “If you need relief, I can try to provide it.” A muscle jumps along his jaw and his dark eyebrows are pinched in a tight frown.
Matt thinks this is the least sexy offer of sex he’s had in his entire life even if it comes from one of the most attractive people he’s known. He considers saying yes. Putting Karl on his knees and it just--he can see in the stiff line of Karl’s neck that it won’t be like his fantasy. Won’t be Karl meeting him heat for heat and giving as good as he gets. It’ll be Karl bland and dutiful. Karl dull and fumbling to learn instead of letting lust guide him through some hot and messy first-time sex.
“What about you?” He asks to deflect the question. “Is doing without going to be a problem?”
Karl turns away and starts strapping his weapons on under his loose clothing. “I have pills to make sure I’m not compromised.”
Matt winces. Limp has never been his style. Even before he left for Europe, he’d liked his body slaves to be aroused at the very least. He makes a silent vow to himself that the pills are going away as soon as this thing is over. If he’s in any shape to make that happen and Karl’s still alive to appreciate it.
He wants to tell Karl. That fucking his mouth wasn’t about his needs. Not his sexual needs, at least. He just doubts that it’ll matter, what his motivation was.
“I’ll let you know if it becomes a problem for me,” he says instead and tosses Karl the car keys and that’s the end of it.
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