Title: Twisted

Chapter: Dominating Davey

Rating: PG-13 for sex and slash

Disclaimer: Disney owns Newsies and all the characters from Newsies (well, excepting the ones that were real… i.e. Spot and Racetrack). They're all copyright and what not, blah blah blah, you've seen it a billion times. I don't own them, but I do own Fox Banagher. Do NOT take him and PLEASE don't let me catch you with a character similar to his. I love this baby.

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Jack, Les, and I had left the house to show Sarah's new friend, Fox Banagher, around New York. I mean, he hadn't been here before, it was obvious, so while Sarah had been daydreaming, Jack offered to lead Fox around the main spots of the city. When we got outside, Fox looked around at the street like it was some kind of venomous snake. Les ran ahead of us and Jack, laughing, chased him.

I watched them both fondly. They went through this every day. Les would tag Jack and they would chase each other around until Jack got tired of it and came back over to talk to me or to do whatever we were doing. I waited for that patiently and looked at Fox. He was a little taller than I was, with brown eyes and a playful grin on his face. His hair was about as long as Jack's, but Fox's was a little darker, and slicked back neatly. My fingers always itched to push Jack's hair back into place, I couldn't stand the strands being so untidy. And his name... Fox Banagher? It was the kind of name the boys would laugh at it, but I don't think it was even possible to crack a smile at it. Fox noticed me gazing at him and his "playful grin" twisted into a smirk as he raised one elegant eyebrow.

"You're David, correct?" His voice was very fluid and I nodded. He didn't hesitate for a moment, and, all of a sudden, I was pushed against the wall, Fox's lips locked onto mine in a passionate kiss. It was the kind of kiss where you tense every part of your body at first, then slowly melt into the embrace of the person awaking senses you didn't even know you had.

We broke the kiss slowly, and Fox's eyes darted around to see where Les and Jack were. Totally oblivious, Jack was hoisting Les onto his shoulders, both them laughing inaudibly. Fox smirked again and pulled me into a room I was sure had never been there before. It was empty save for a bed. I couldn't understand how Fox was so sure that I was willing.

But, and this is the odd part, I'd always dreamed someone commanding, like Jack, would just turn around and silently order me to make love to him. Yes, him. I like boys, not girls. I hadn't known this for very long. I'd never been attracted to a girl, but I had never been attracted to a boy before Jack. Now I start looking at boys and wonder, "Would he hate me if I kissed him right now?"

I'm not brave enough to kiss anybody, though. My fantasies are always submissive. Courage is not my strongest quality. I'd rather be the follower than the leader. Fox Banagher had taken me over and dominated the moment. Is it wrong that I loved every minute of it?

He led me to the bed and I let his fingers trace down my chest to each of my buttons. I was shirtless, then pantless, then naked. I wasn't paying much attention to anything but the feeling of Fox's touch. His clothes seemed to disappear and I closed my eyes.

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I don't remember anything after that. Visually, anyway. I do remember the taste, feel, and sound of it all. I wish I didn't, sometimes.

Fox left the room before I did. Les was outside, waiting for me. He said that Fox had gone to the Lodging House with Jack. My stomach turned over and I felt horribly sick. I wanted both of them back, by my side. And I didn't even try to go after them and say it. Jack was right when he said they were my words, but I was too afraid to say them. Maybe one day he'll hear my words silently and say them for me.

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Author's Note: Yeah, yeah, short as all heck. Sorry. I tried to make it longer, but, uh, Davey-Muse and Fox-Muse kind of disappeared for a while during the sex scene. It was the oddest thing. *shifty eyes*

Ahahah. Next one is fun. Will probably write it... another time.