A/N: So, here are some drabbles. I'm posting them in sets of five, because they're not chronological. I've decided to do two universes. If they're referred to as Spot and Race then it's 1899, and if it's Sean and Tony then it's modern day. I should have a modern day chapter up... eventually.

Betaing thanks goes to the lovely SpiritsMelding.

Disclaimer: -doesn't claim- They are not mine. Etc, etc, so forth.

1.

Spot was thin- thinner than Race had even imagined, and suddenly having the boy before him unclothed only enhanced how slight his figure was. He was strong too though, which Race thought he'd factored in. Apparently not. Spot slammed him down on the bed, kissing him, touching him, undressing him with such raw a force that didn't seem possible of Spot's deceivingly small frame. He simply seemed to have an unending wealth of energy, which was powered only by his boundless need for sex, never pausing for breath, or a break. It was all Race could do to keep up.

2.

He would love Spot, and Spot would love him with all of his heart (which was just as much) in return. There'd be no more pain and no more secrets- no more hiding in dark alleyways, or deserted bathrooms. He wouldn't have to hold his tongue in fear of the reprimanding punch. No longer would he have to hide the bruises, bites, and welts that were left, or dodge the worried questions from Blink and Mush. He would actually sleep at night, and awake in the morning his face clean and dry.

If only it were such a perfect world.

3.

It was bent into the shape of a ring, the thin silver piece of wire, and Race wore it as one. It was the only evidence Spot let him show of their relationship. He had to lie about it, of course, saying it was the token of some girl, when the other newsies asked. After a while the questions ceased entirely. The ring became part of him, something that everyone just accepted. Spot had a ring too, one that Racetrack had made to match his own. Race asked him to, but he refused to wear it. Race didn't ask again.

4.

There was a glint of silver in the bright sun, and Race pocketed the nickel, glad to finally be rid of his last pape.

"Didn't like the way ya looked at that boy," came a soft, yet threatening voice from behind him.

"It ain't nothing Spot," Racetrack replied, turning to face his lover… friend… companion.

"Sure didn't look like nothing," Spot continued, staring down at the other newsie coldly.

"You think I'd give you'se up for this?" Race asked him, holding up the nickel. Spot's eyes flashed as he replied.

"I think you ain't got a choice in the matter."

5.

"Shit," Spot muttered angrily, driving his fist into the brick wall beside Racetrack's head. Race shrunk away, as Spot studied his now bloodied knuckles.

"I didn't mean to…I didn't think-" Race began.

"No, you didn't think. This is your fault," Spot interrupted him, fury eminent in his cold gaze. Racetrack found he couldn't meet those eyes.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"It ain't worth anything. You'se gonna have to be careful. We can't see each other til all this dies down," Spot spat.

Race protested. "But-"

"Don't argue with me. I'se got my reputation to worry about."

A/N2: The prompt list I'm working off of spawns from the fifth prompt set on the ficlets100 community on LiveJournal. I've not claimed the pairing on the community yet, but it was too tempting to resist writing. Feedback is very much appreciated. –hugs-

(Prompts 1-5: Energy, Perfect World, Wires, Silver, All Because of You)