Title: In The Arms Of Thine Enemy
Author: Mayhem
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Oscar/?
Summary: Oscar learns never to underestimate the average newsie. :-)
Archive: Seize The Night, my website
Feedback: Of course. My undying spirit will haunt you for all times if you don't write something.

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Oscar Delancey strolled along Duane Street, staggering slightly after the huge amount of alcohol he had consumed in one of the bars at the harbor. Morris and he had split up for the night when his brother had been anxious to pay a visit to his favorite brothel, while Oscar had rather felt like getting thoroughly toasted. The newsie bashing business had gotten more and more annoying since that guy who called himself Cowboy had shown up in their turf, and after a day of chasing impertinent youngsters Oscar wasn’t in the mood to chase after broads as well.

A movement to his right caught his eye, and when he recognized the figure striding towards the newsboys’ lodging house Oscar started to grin. The perfect ending to a lousy day, a lonely newsie to beat the living crap out of. He started to walk slightly faster, to meet the newsie still out of hearing range from his friends in their shabby little hideout.

“Oh hey, what have we got heah?”, Oscar smirked when he had caught up with the tall boy. The surge of adrenaline shooting through his veins at the prospect of a decent fight almost sobered him up again.

“Don’t I know you? Yer da newsie dey call snot, ain’t ya?”  

Blocking the boy’s way effectively Oscar relished the feeling of control that he missed during the days when the Cowboy led him and his brother on just another wild goose chase. Ah, the times when he and Morris were authorities to be reckoned with in this territory... Now even the younger newsies showed a shocking amount of disrespect towards the infamous Delancey brothers.

“What’s ya problem?” the newsie asked in a weary voice. Oscar frowned. Weary wasn’t what he’d expected at all, he was used to have the newsies angry, frightened, or even crying when he started to threaten them. Oh well, this one would come around sooner or later.

“I think yer walkin’ on a street I have poisonal claims on,” he smiled, and slowly closed in on the other boy. Sure, the guy looked wiry and in good shape, but that would make the fight only more interesting for Oscar. Convinced of his superiority he shoved the newsie into a wall.

“An’ I happen to be really protective a me belongings,” he continued, hoping the newsie would just try to fight back now. When all he received for his trouble was a bored stare, Oscar started to get impatient.

“What'sa mattah, snot? Da cat got ya tongue?”

The boy now actually glared at him. Confused by this, Oscar looked into the other guy’s widely open eyes as the newsie spoke up.

“Foist of all, me name’s Snoddy, an’ I’d try not to forget dat if I were you.” The voice had turned from weary to dangerously calm in an instant. Oscar shivered slightly, his confidence suddenly vanishing.

“An’ second, I’m sick an’ tired of ya petty fights,” Snoddy continued and took a step towards his offender. Oscar instinctively backed off a little. When he noticed that, however, he forced himself to close the distance again. Snoddy’s nearness made Oscar slightly uncomfortable, as he was almost able to feel the other boy’s breath on his face. On top of that, Snoddy was several inches taller than him. Oscar hated being stared down on, especially by newsies.

“Oh yeah?” he replied, just for the sake of answering Snoddy’s challenge, but the words didn’t come out as daring and self-assured as he had wanted them to. That made him even more aware that he should have come up with a smarter retort.

Snoddy came even closer, his icy blue eyes pinning Oscar down. “I know why ya can’t leave da newsies alone.”

He stretched out his hand and it took all of Oscar’s self-control not to shrink back. Preparing himself to take the blow like a man Oscar planned to make the newsie pay for his impudence, but for the moment he appeared glued to the spot by Snoddy’s hypnotic gaze. When Snoddy started to softly graze his cheek Oscar was convinced that this was a plot to make fun of him. He expected the other newsies to jump out of the nearest alley and laugh at him any second.

Snoddy’s voice droned in his ears as the caress continued. “Yer always pickin’ a fight because yer jealous.”

Just as Oscar wondered why on earth a guys’ voice could send such tingles down his spine, Snoddy put his other hand down on Oscar’s crotch, making the Delancey gasp. Far too thunderstruck to react Oscar writhed helplessly under Snoddy’s firm grip.

“It must be like hell for ya, watchin’ da newsies every day wid no one to turn to but an imbecile brother and a sleazy uncle,” Snoddy purred. “We newsies stick together an’ nothin’ in da woild can get between us. I bet ya wish ya was dat close ta someone too.”

The last words were whispered softly into Oscar’s ear while Snoddy worked his way into Oscar’s pants and slowly started to stroke the awakening erection. Almost subconsciously Oscar began to move against that hand, unwillingly enjoying its warm and tight touch.

“Don’t ya wanna be one of us den?” Snoddy’s voice sounded throatily against Oscar’s neck. “When ya lie in ya bed ya imagine what it would feel like,” he freed the breathless Delancey of his pants without haste, “While ya play wid yaself, all alone, ya think of us an’ da things we share every night.”

Snoddy’s one hand slightly increased the speed of his pumping on Oscar’s rock-hard penis, causing the other boy to squirm under his pressure.

“Say it, Delancey,” Snoddy demanded huskily, the tickle of his breath on Oscar’s hot skin making the other boy shiver. “Say dat ya wish ya was a newsie, instead a dis scumbag of goon ya toined into.”

He planted light kisses onto Oscar’s neck, his teasing touch contrasting to the strong movements he was using to jerk the shorter boy off with. As Snoddy nipped at his earlobe and slipped his tongue inside for the briefness of a split second, Oscar heard a soft whimper and had to discover that he was the one emitting that disgusting sound. However, he couldn’t help it for the love of god.   

“Say it,” Snoddy ordered between feverish kisses he treated Oscar’s neck to. Oscar moaned in protest, shuddering at the determination in both Snoddy’s words and movements. He gasped when Snoddy grabbed his balls with his free hand, massaging them without a hint of gentleness. Oscar closed his eyes, his ears ringing, little red spots dancing before his eyes mockingly.

He heard Snoddy whisper something into his ear, and although he couldn’t make it out clearly, he had a fairly good idea of what the newsie was asking of him. Snoddy started to suck on his nape, probably leaving a bright red spot, but Oscar was beyond caring now. He leaned into Snoddy’s touch, desperate to be as close to him as possible.

“Say it,” the taller boy demanded once again, his voice having a slight edge to it. As if to punctuate his words he ran his thumb over the slick crown of Oscar’s erection, producing another moan from him.

“Wish I was a newsie,” Oscar mumbled, his breath catching in his throat when Snoddy unexpectedly kissed him on the mouth. He was shocked to discover that he more than enjoyed the touch of the newsie’s firm lips on his, and involuntarily opened his mouth. Snoddy’s tongue darted inside, taking posession of his own moist cavern, and at that point Oscar completely lost it.

Spurting hot semen over Snoddy’s hand he came with a loud groan. Snoddy broke the kiss and when Oscar slowly opened his eyes again, trying to catch his breath, he saw the newsie regard him with something close to amusement.

“Don’t we all?” Snoddy asked with a chuckle and wiped his hand off on a handkerchief he had pulled out of his pocket. “Well, see ya around sometime, Delancey.”

Without looking back he left in the direction of the lodging house. Oscar stared after him, his eyes burning, until Snoddy was completely out of sight.

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“What on oith’s da mattah wid Oscar dese days?” Specs wondered when once again the newsies had gotten to and from the distribution center unscathed. “He’s behavin’ really weird lately.”

Snoddy looked back to the Delancey brothers helping Weasel with selling the newspapers, Morris staring off into space with a dull expression as usual, and Oscar meeting his gaze for a second and then quickly dropping his eyes to the ground.

“I ain’t got no idea,” he replied with a perfectly innocent face and began to walk to his selling spot, whistling merrily.

The End