The Day from Hell 2
Disclaimer: Sydney, Tony and anyone else in this are mine, the
errors too.
M/M slash, discipline. bad words
Series: well, maybe if anyone likes it.
Thank You Claire for betaing this and keeping me honest.
Feed back always welcome
"It wasn't my fault, the girl at Mickey D's took forever to get my
order.." Sydney stopped suddenly, and cursed his big mouth.
"Mickey??!! Sydney!! You are NOT to eat there, that junk is
TERRIBLE for you!!"
Sydney's hands went to cover his bottom as his tears began anew.
"I - I - I" Sydney began, but that was about as far as he got. Tony
looked at his watch and sighed, with one hand on each shoulder he
turned Sydney around and pointed him at the stairs. "Go clean up,
we will talk about this after work." With one swat, hard and firm he
set his lover off.
Sydney was actually surprised that he got off so easy, normally
even if he had just be punished, Tony would have delivered another
right on top of it. To set it firmly in his mind. "We must be late."
Sydney thought, and hurried though his shower and shave.
Just as he was dressed, Tony walked in the bedroom with a large
bowl. Sydney looked at the steaming bowl, a question in his eyes.
Tony ignored it and set the bowl down on the small end table. "Eat."
Was the only command.
"I thought we were late?" Sydney questioned his lover.
Tony moved faster than lightening a moment later Sydney was bent
over his knee, pants down, with Tony's hand blistering his bottom
sharply. A dozen quick stinging swats then he let Sydney up again.
Sydney sniffled as the tears burned a course down his face.
"Eat." Tony said again not letting the look get to him, though he
thought his lover was simply adorable all contrite and pouty.
Sydney moved quickly to the bowl, picking up the spoon, it smelled
heavenly, a thick bowl of vegetable soup, crackers around the
outside. He dug in immediately, not knowing how hungry he really
had been.
"You know you have to take care with your diet Sydney." Tony
started as he wanted the soup disappearing. "You asked me to
help you with that, so you don't have to step up the injections, or
worse." Tony swallowed back the emotion in his voice. "You will eat
properly, and only indulge in junk when I say you can. I want it to be
a treat we can share, not a dirty secret to be hidden."
Sydney flushed with embarrassment and shame, he never wanted it
to be a dirty secret. "I'm sorry Tony." The words were simple but
true.
"I know you are baby, and that is done now, you will be honest with
me, always. As for the speeding ticket, how fast were you going?"
"ammm, well, 45 in a 25mph zone" Sydney winced and just knew
this was going to be bad.
"I see, 20 miles over." Tony nodded thoughtfully. "You will be
spanked for this, and for the next 20 days, you will not be permitted
to drive. I will take you anywhere you need to go." Tony stopped
Sydney's protests before they started. "I love you too much to see
you wracked with the guilt you would have if you had hit someone
going that fast, and I don't even want to think about losing you."
Sydney sighed but nodded.
"Additionally, you will write a report on speeding, minimum of 5
pages, double spaced footnoted and written in long hand."
"Tony!!" Sydney protested.
Tony simply held up one hand, "One more word and I will blister
your bottom until you can't sit for rest of the school year." Tony
warned.
Sydney fell silent.
"Good choice." Tony smiled slightly. "I know you hate long hand, but
you will do this for me, I want you to really think about this, not just
cut and paste a bunch of facts."
"yes Tony." Sydney sighed.
40 minutes later, the pair walked though the back door of Antonio's
hand in hand. Sydney's bottom still throbbed with the pain from the
hard spanking and strapping, and ached from the lovemaking but it
was a good ache and the aloe Tony rubbed on it just before they
left helped some. Antonio's was actually opened for lunch as well as
dinner, but Tony would always slip off for a while in the afternoon to
meet Sydney when he came home from school. It was one of the
ways Tony showed Sydney how much he loved him, being there to
talk about the day, being there for that warm hug and kiss. Then
together they would go back and deal with the dinner rush.
"Damalis," Tony called to his head chef, "did you get the clams you
wanted?"
"They just arrived Tony, the delivery truck driver said he had a flat."
Damalis shook his head in disgust, "third time in this week, I think
that boy has a girl somewhere near here."
"I'll check into it." Tony said as he moved though the kitchen,
Sydney in tow, to the dishwashers. "Here you are Paul, one galley
slave delivered as promised."
Paul and Tony laughed, Sydney made a face. "ohh ha ha Tony."
Sydney snorted.
Tony brushed a quick kiss to his lover's lips and whispered "behave"
before heading out to the front of the restaurant.
Sydney watched his lover walk away, a wistful look on his face,
Tony was wearing dove gray slacks, that hugged his tight butt just
so, a cream colored shirt that was tailored to fit his powerful
shoulders and muscular arms the collar was almost non existent,
and was held together with a single strip of black. The vest was
also in dove gray and molded to Tony's broad back like a second
skin. Tony's jet black hair was just a little long, curling at the edges
around his ears held back in a pony tail with a matching dove gray
ribbon. His left ear held a small gold hoop. The resulting look
coupled with Tony's black beard and mustache was breathtaking, a
cross between a pirate and a gypsy. "Damn he looks good enough
to eat" Sydney thought, then turned to Paul.
"Down boy" Paul grinned and ducked the friendly swat Sydney
aimed at his head.
"Mario, how does the reservation list look?" Tony asked, as he
stepped up to the front.
"Booked solid all night, Mr. Tony, not bad for a Thursday night."
Mario showed Tony the reservation book as he spoke. "the
weekend is the same, even the banquet room is booked solid."
Tony smiled, business was very good this time of year, with the
holidays coming up. "Excellent" he said, and walked across the
dinning room, making sure everything was ready, greeting a couple
customer as he went, adjusting a flower here and a candle there.
Antonio's was a not an up scale restaurant, simply good food and a
relaxing atmosphere. However, Tony purchased nothing but the
best, be it clams or candles, or even waiters. Each one was
selected with the same care and attention to detail that made the
restaurant famous.
Tony stepped into the back room that doubled as his office,
checking to see if there were any messages that needed his
attention. Nothing important. Tony paused for a few minutes
straightening out his desk, he hated the clutter everyone placed on
it, and always felt better after cleaning it off. That task done Tony
headed into the kitchen again, he tied a plain apron around his
narrow hips, crossing the ties in the back, and making a small half
bow in the front in the style of many Italian chefs. As he unbuttoned
his cuffs, and rolled up his sleeves, he stepped behind the hot lights
of the holding area for the food.
A glance to the side saw Sydney hard at work scrubbing a pot,
Tony felt his heart leap with love at the sight of his love. Short blond
hair, curling at the edges, powerful body, barely contained in the
black slacks, the white shirt opened at the neck, revealing the
smooth rippling muscles of his chest. Tony felt a stirring in his loins,
but pressed it down firmly. This was work time, later would be time
for play.
Tony shook himself and grabbed a skillet, beginning his preparation
for a meal, four boneless skinless chicken breasts, spinach,
linguine, herbs, fresh sweet butter, a bit of romano cheese, and
some heavy cream. Tony hummed as he worked, flipping the
spinach sauce in the pan as the chicken breasts sizzled. 20 minutes
later, Tony looked at the tray he had prepared, a multi leaf salad
with ruby red tomatoes, crisp cucumbers, and fat black olives just a
drizzle of dressing on it. A bed of linguine, topped with the spinach
sauce and then two grilled and sliced chicken breasts. A small dish
of mushroom caps stuffed with clams and topped with provolone. A
glass of milk on the tray and one of iced tea.
"Sydney come take a break." Tony called as he covered the dishes
to keep them hot and lifted the tray.
Sydney looked up and smile, Tony's heart almost stopped at the
brilliance of that smile. "Coming boss." Sydney grinned as he
washed his hands and headed over.
Tony led them to his office, and set the tray down on the side table.
The pair often ate in the office when they wanted to be alone. Tony
crossed to the door Sydney had closed and flipped the lock, then
turned back to his lover. Sydney saw the move and blushed, but
grinned as well.
"Eat your dinner baby." Tony said, his eyes flashing as Sydney sat
down at the small table.
They ate in a comfortable silence.
"Finished?"
Sydney nodded.
"Strip" Tony commanded. Sydney loved it when his lover was so
strict with him, quickly he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside,
his pants soon followed. Tony cleared his throat, and Sydney
turned, gathering the shirt and pants, folding them neatly so they
wouldn't wrinkle. Then turned back to his love, Tony had removed
his clothing as well and placed them on a near by chair.
Tony walked over to his lover, and yanked Sydney's boxers down,
spinning the younger man around, pulling him tightly against Tony's
chest, Tony's thick mat of curls tickling Sydney's back, Tony's
hands tight on the blondes nipples twisting and pulling at them, his
lips sucking a claim mark on Sydney's neck.
Sydney groaned, his cock standing straight out, rock hard, and
dripping with precum. "ohh gods Tony, I need you so much."
Sydney whimpered. Tony smiled and ground his hips into Sydney's
red sore butt.
Sydney turned his head, searching for his lovers lips, and moaned in
pleasure as the lips claimed his, pressing into the kiss as deeply as
possible. Sydney could feel Tony's erection pressing against his
tenderized cheeks, Sydney wiggled his hot little ass pressing back,
his body quivering with the needs that shot though him.
Tony moved them to the couch, pressing Sydney down, on his
hands and knees right at the edge. Sydney grabbed the tube of
lube, setting it beside him on the couch, then arched up his tight hot
little rump, offering it as he squirmed to the lips and tongue of his
lover. Tony saw the lube, and paused. "baby, are you sure? You
look mighty sore."
"Please Tony, I want you in me, I need you." Sydney begged, "I am
sore, but please, please."
Tony paused a moment, but the pleading of his lover was more than
he could stand. While neither of them got off on spanking, they
accepted it as a necessary part of their lives together. And Sydney
always needed to be reassured of Tony's love after, be it cuddling
or hot and heavy sex. Tony only refused the sex if he felt it would
hurt his love. Tony looked at Sydney's bottom critically, it was red
and welted a bit, but nothing that would harm him.
Tony picked up the lube, and squeezed out a generous amount,
quickly he worked one finger in his lovers tight opening, almost
surprised at the tightness, he shouldn't be, Sydney was always so
tight, almost like taking a virgin every time. Tony added a second
finger as he heard Sydney moan, "How do you want it Syd? Hard
and fast?" the fingers moved in Sydney in relation to the words,
Sydney tossed his head back and groaned in ecstasy. "or slow and
easy" Tony slowed his fingers to a gentle thrusting as he eased in
the third one. Sydney whimpered and tried to thrust back.
"Hard and fast, ohh Tony, ohh please I need you NOW" Sydney
whimpered as he tried to move his hips again.
Tony kept one hand on Sydney's hips, holding them tightly, "be still
or I will stop" he commanded, and Sydney was instantly still, though
the pleading moans didn't stop.
Satisfied his lover was loosened sufficiently, Tony placed the head
of his slick cock at Sydney's back entrance, slowly he pressed
forward, holding Sydney's hips at the same time. A moments
resistance, then the head slipped though the tight ring of muscles,
Sydney almost bucked off the couch at the wonderful feeling, his
cock throbbing in love and lust. Tony kept pressing in till his balls
touched Sydney's.
As he stroked Sydney's back gently, letting his lover get used to his
size, Tony whispered lustily. "I am going to take you hard, and fast.
I will drive my cock into you, deeper each time till you feel you will
explode. You may not remove your hands from the couch, I want
you to cum just from my cock in your tight little ass."
Sydney groaned and nearly came at the words. His body twitched.
"Yes Tony." He groaned out.
Tony reached forward and punched Sydney's nipples again, rolling each puckered
nub between his fingers, just grinding his hips against Sydney's tight hot
little ass. Sydney writhed in ecstasy at the delicious feelings, his body
pressing back to his hot lover as he griped the bed tightly.
Tony waited less that 30 seconds before pulling out almost totally and driving
back in, one hard, savage, loving thrust. The next several minutes were spent
in wild passionate rutting. Each movement more primal than the next, yet in all
the thrusting and grunting and hot sex, there was the undertone of love. Sweet
and gentle love, a love that went beyond the fucking, and into the commitment
in each man's heart.
As they came together in a roar, collapsing on the bed panting and almost
passed out. Sydney was barely aware, but so much in love he could
hardly stand it. Tony hugged his lover and kissed him gently.
"I love you."
"I love you too baby."
For the next few hours things were very busy. Sydney and
Tony only saw brief glimpses of each other across the bustling
kitchen. Sydney loved to watch his lover working, barking
orders out as he and Damalis ran the kitchen together. Each
order going out quickly. Always with a little something extra
added depending on the chef.
Tony always added a tomato rosette to the garnish while
Damalis added a strawberry fan. It was one way the waiters
knew which chef created which dish.
Sydney paused to watch Tony tossing shrimp and scallops in
the air as he grabbed a bit of some herb with the other hand. A
pause for the pan to get some heat, the herbs added, then toss
again to mix. Another pause, white wine, toss, pause. Some
cream was drizzled in, more tossing, let it cook, fix the plate.
Suddenly a sharp pain in his already sore rump made Sydney
yelp. He turned only to find Paul winding up the dish towel for
another shot. Sydney fended him off.
"Back to work lover boy. Lust after him on your own time."
Paul growled.
Sydney laughed and went back to work.
A short time later Sydney was out on the dining room floor,
clearing off a table.
Usually he didn't come out of the kitchen but tonight they were
short staffed and busy. He placed everything on the tray with
practiced ease, then lifted it high so that the other diners were
not disgusted by the sight of the mess. He moved back towards
the kitchen, blushing at a few of the pointed stares at the
rippling muscles in the shirt. Sydney knew he was an attractive
looking man, but he was not interested in anyone but Tony.
As he turned to step past a table, a portly man chose that exact
moment to shove back his chair right into Sydney's path.
Sydney was not able to avoid the chair and the four of them,
the portly man, Sydney, the chair and the tray all when down in
a heap.
"STUPID CLUMSY OAF!! The portly man shouted from the
floor.
"Sir, are You hurt? I am sorry." Sydney began at the same time.
He tried to pick the portly man up off the floor, at the same time
trying to clean him off.
Mario was over to the pair immediately. He helped the man up
adding his apologies to Sydney's. Mario called a waiter for
assistance as Sydney red-faced cleaned up the mess on the
floor. A minute later Tony came out of the kitchen looking powerful and in control having heard the
commotion.
The portly man was still berating Sydney in spite of Mario's
best efforts to calm him down.
"Stupid OX!, look at my suit RUINED I tell You, Do you know
how much this cost? Its totally ruined! RUINED!!"
"Sir, if you will please calm down we can pay for the cleaning."
Mario soothed. "Saul, bring a bottle of the wine, the house
best." Tony paused by the kitchen door and watched, Mario
was good.
"I am sorry Sir, I didn't see you I will pay for the cleaning."
Sydney repeated, still very upset as he picked up the broken
dishes.
It was at that moment all hell broke loose.
The large portly man had been taking off his coat, Mario
assisting him, then next moment the hand rocketed forward, the
meaty palm connected with Sydney's face with a resounding
CRACK!. Sydney fell back, his hand landed into the broken
dishes.
Mario grabbed for the portly man as Tony sailed across the
room. Before anyone could even blink, Tony had the portly
man pressed up against the wall by his throat, his feet dangling
off the floor by several inches. Tony's face was inches from the
portly man's ear. "Touch him again and they won't find enough
of you to bury in a match box." Tony growled too soft for
anyone else to hear.
"Tony, Sydney's hurt." Mario's voice came though the rage.
Tony dropped the portly man as if he were something very
nasty. Which he was. "Get him out of here. Give him the money
for his suit and toss him out on the street." Tony said as he
moved to Sydney. "Get someone to clean up this mess and that
one." Tony nodded to the puddle under the now gasping portly
man. Some people have no bladder control.
Sydney had his hand cradled in his arms as the blood dripped
down on the floor. The waiters formed a barrier to block the
view from the other diners. Tony lifted Sydney into his arms, as
if he were a child, and carried him to the back room.
Mario gave a few orders and in the next 10 minutes the messes
were cleaned up, the room straightened and the diners were
enjoying a glass of wine on the house, the incident all but
forgotten.
In the back room, Sydney held his injured hand to his chest,
protectively. "Let me see it baby," Tony coaxed, as he tried to
pull the arm down and keep his teary eyed lover calm.
"I didn't mean to spill on him Tony." Sydney wailed. "I didn't
see him and the tray was heavy and"
"I know baby, I know. Let me see your hand." Tony tried to
move the hand again.
"NO!!" Sydney screeched, nearly hysterical. "It will hurt!
You're not a doctor!"
"I am" A voice behind Tony said, then a large hand patted
Tony's shoulder as the voice ordered. "Hold your kitten Tony."
Tony flashed a smile at the green eyed half-breed as he moved
around Sydney and gathered him in his arms.
"What are you doing here, Ohanko?" Sydney asked not giving
up his hand yet.
"Sydney!" Tony admonished.
Sydney blushed, and looks up into the green eyes. "Sorry, I
didn't mean it like that."
"I know kitten. The spirits spoke to me and told me you were in
need." The green eyes crinkled as Ohanko grinned. "And Jason
said you were having a bad day, so we came to have a late
supper with you and Tony. AND to invite you to come camping
with us. That is if I can check out your hand before it falls off
from gangrene."
"Real camping or that weekend warrior crap you all do?"
Sydney asked as he offered out his hand, then he yelped. At the
pinch from Tony.
"Watch your mouth little boy." Tony admonished.
Ohanko eased Sydney's hand out from where it snapped back
to his body as they spoke. "A little of both. Some late fishing up
at the lake and a hike to get there."
Sydney nodded as he watched Ohanko work.
"The glass has to come up Kitten." Ohanko said nodding to the
two pieces of glass in Sydney's hand just below his pinkie.
"Will it hurt?" Sydney asked a bit frightened.
"A little." Ohanko said honestly. "But not as much as if I leave
them in and you grab your willy to pee."
That got Sydney to laugh and even Tony winced. "Okay, You
can take it out." Sydney consented finally.
"Too late, already done kitten." Ohanko said as he cleaned the
hand. "You snooze, You lose."
"I didn't feel anything." Sydney stated amazed.
"The power of the Great Spirit." Ohanko said ominously.
"Great Spirit my Aunt Fanny, you distracted him." Jason said as
he came in the room behind Ohanko.
"You hush before I distract You Cub." Ohanko said with an
affectionate smile to his partner.
Jason handed Tony an ice pack, and gestured to the spot on
Sydney's face where the hand print gleamed. Tony accepted it
and rested it gently on Sydney's cheek.
"This needs a couple of stitches to hold it closed, its not deep or
large but its in a bad spot for healing." Ohanko said, taking
some things out of his bag. "The shot is going to burn going in
then you wont feel a thing. "
Sydney nodded and turned his face into Tony's shoulder. He
flinched as the needle penetrated his skin.
Ohanko Tadi "Restless Wind" Kentwood, the black-haired
green-eyed son of a Sioux medicine woman and a Boston
physician quickly cleaned Sydney's hand.
"Can we go camping Tony please?" Sydney asked even though
he knew this was the busy time at the restaurant.
"Sure we can baby." Tony agreed. "It will do us good to get
away. Thanks Wapiya" using the Sioux name for healer as the
last was directed at Ohanko who nodded as he worked on
Sydney's hand. He sewed up the cut with tight stitches and then
bandaged it .
"I'm going to give you something for the pain and an antibiotic
injection to help prevent infection." No sooner had Ohanko
said those words when all hell broke loose.
The unmistakable sound of gunfire filled the room coupled
with screaming. Tony flipped Sydney behind a crate at the same
instant Ohanko tossed Jason there. The two young men
collided. "STAY!" was the terse command as the older men
pulled weapons that before had been concealed. They slipped
out of the room locking the door behind them. Sydney and
Jason clung to each other in the darkness and waited.
The restaurant had closed while the men took care of Sydney's
hand, and the last of the diners hand been about to leave. But
now gunfire filled the quiet. Bottles, lights and glassware
exploded as the bullets riddled the room.
Tony and Ohanko joined Paul, Damalis and Mario where they
crouched in the dining room.
"Madison and Quincy are on the way" Damalis said thanking
the fates again that his foster son Iggy was at home on
punishment.
"Report!" Tony snapped
"As near as I can tell we have six hostiles." Damalis spoke,
"Three front and three back. But I haven't been able to see for
sure."
"Four civilians. One causality. Female. Just a flesh wound.
She'll live." Paul
added.
"Police alerted and on their way." Mario chimed in.
A sudden volley of bullets pinned them down. The men covered the diners with
their bodies to keep them safe, and weathered the gunfire. Then it stopped as
suddenly as it started. Tony peered up over the upturned table, cautiously.
The street was empty.
"What the hell?" He said then a strangled cry reached his ears and chilled his
blood.
"Tony!"
"SYDNEY!!" Tony yelled as he vaulted the overturned table, and raced for the
back room.
The room was empty, the door stood opened. Tony cursed his carelessness leaving
the boys alone even as he raced to the back door.
The alley was also empty, but at the far end a silver van turned
the corner out of the alley. The black skid marks told of the fast
get away. On the ground was a small black wallet.
Tony picked up the wallet as his guts turned over, "Shit." Tony
said, his heart in his throat. It was Sydney's insulin kit.