A/N: Well, look at that. I actually posted something. Took me long enough. This has actually been sitting on the Document Manager for a while, and my computer even longer. So it was definitely time to publish. So, here it is, my first contribution to the world of Newsies slash. Enjoy!
Spot had always wanted Mahattan. And he could've had it, too. If he had decided to fight me for it, he would've had it under his control right now. I was a good fighter, but nothing compared to Spot. He was a machine -- cold, ruthless, efficient, and brutal. I probably would've given it to him, had he asked. I wasn't the only one who would do this; any leader would quickly hand over their territory if it meant avoiding a fight with Spot Conlon.
But he didn't ask for Manhattan. He didn't try to take it. Instead, he made a deal. He said I could keep Manhattan, on one condition -- I would come and do him a favor whenever he called, regardless. I agreed, of course; doing favors for Spot couldn't be too bad, could it? After I excepted, though, I began to have doubts. Maybe he'd make me deliver things, like an errand boy. And there were rumors about what happened to Spots' errand boys.
But nothing could've prepared me for what "favor" really meant. The first night he called me, I expected to be greeted by one of his goons then sent on my way. But instead, Brick, his second in command, met me at the door and led me up to Spot's room, where I learned what a "favor" really was.
I still remember how it all felt. His hands roaming my naked body, his lips sucking at my neck, his weight against my back when he leaned me over the table and pushed himself into me.
It was sick, but what had I expected? Spot wouldn't have me do something simple and easy once, not to keep Manhattan. He wouldn't have me do simple, easy things over and over, either. Even a hard thing once wouldn't be payment enough. No, he would choose an activity that was so torturous, the choice between doing it and keeping Manhattan was almost impossible to make.
But I make it. Every time he calls. It's hard, but my decision never changes. It might not be worth it, but that's beside the point. Keeping Manhattan isn't the only reason I keep going to Brooklyn when Spot calls. If I stop now, I'll more than Manhattan to pay. Things I don't even want to think about paying.
So for now, I keep going. I'm not going to be a newsie forever. I'm not always going to be leader of Manhattan. One day, Spot will have no reason to keep calling me back. I can only hope that when that day comes, he'll let me go without a fight.
But I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't.