running up that hill [jonathan]

[Chance Del Rossi]

Chance spread the papers out in front of him on the kitchen table. It was paperwork sent by his former boss, mostly a lot of monotonous filling out and note-taking for the group's sake. As soon as he received the parcel, he set to work on it, and eventually, it ended up in a scattered pile in front of him, and he scribbled away on the pages. He was trying not to think too hard on where he was. It would have been different if he was at home, really home. With Marco and Ben and the rest of his siblings. He missed how that was and it bothered him immensely that he missed the falling out that destroyed the relationship and the family. And brought anyone to this hell of a house. He had strong opinions of it all of a sudden, but who wouldn't? And if it wasn't for his siblings and his lack of money from his crazy drunken night, Chance would have been back in a hotel, alone and comfortable. But, he wasn't and wouldn't be.

A Styrofoam cup of coffee sat next to him, pumping caffeine into his blood. It turned out to be an addiction a long time ago. Especially in college when he was working and studying around the clock. He could list all the reasons why coffee could be an unhealthy habit and probably give statistics on when it became really popular and how much people drank on average per day. But, he was a part of that demographic, completely. His brow furrowed, reading over a paragraph before he flipped through the pages, skimming over the words. He could have sworn he already listed that. Running his hand through his dark hair, he reread, realised his mistake and searched through another stack of paperwork for his notes. As he heard footsteps though, Chance paused, it was still relatively early, not even ten AM, but by now everyone was at school. With his hand paused on a piece of paper, he looked up to the doorway.

[jonathon]

He loved the mornings. The kids were in school, all of them. For once, the house was quiet. and Ben? Ben had taken off, gone who knows where. Jonathan hardly knew where that man was anymore. He knew he'd have to get a hold on that man, but he'd wait until that weekend. There was one person that he knew was home. It was the oldest Del Rossi boy. Chance. Jonathan had gotten a taste of him the other night. That boy was definitely good. Better than Megan and Hayleigh both. He wasn't sure about Matt. Then again, Matt was a fighter. Chance knew when not to fight.

He came downstairs, belt already out of the loops. When he spotted him in the kitchen, he grinned and looking right at him, went to the front door and locked it. He then went into the kitchen, walked to the door that connected it to the garage, and locked it as well. Just in case he got any funny ideas about leaving. Oh, Chance would not be leaving. Not when they had all this time to themselves! That would be a waste. He didn't speak to him just yet. Oh, no. He was waiting to see what Chance was going to say to him first.

[Chance Del Rossi]

A tension swept over Chance. He looked right back at Jonathan, narrowed his eyes and watched as he walked away to lock the door. He took a breath, trying to settle the way his heart had suddenly started to race. He knew what was happening and he didn't like the look of it one bit. He was alone in the damn house. He regretted not going somewhere else to fill out his paperwork. But it felt more convenient right there. But, apparently, not so much. He didn't look back at the papers, unable to keep his eyes from following the man around. He didn't move position. In fact, his hand was still on the paper and he tried to calm himself down. He tried to feed himself useless facts and thought about his body's reaction in both a scientific and psychological way. He knew the reasons, of course. And he prided himself on being a scientist that also loved psychology. Soft and hard sciences didn't always mix so well. He sat there, unmoving and stared at him when he didn't say anything.

"You know, in some cultures, staring is so impolite you could be killed." He muttered. That was a lie. It wasn't even close to true. Some places it was seen as hostile, though staring was more taboo in western culture than anywhere else. Westerners were far more worried about eye contact and uncomfortable by it. But, it was his way of telling him to go away. It was never sound angrily or even snarky. But, there was a message behind it. And sighing, he added. "I'm busy." And forced himself to look back down at his papers, but now the words were blurry. He couldn't concentrate on it, and he really hoped that he would just take a hint and go away.

[jonathon]

His eyes narrowed. The boys were definitely braver and more clever in what they had to say to him. It wouldn't be tolerated though. Jonathan was so sure that he had shown Chance who was the man of the house. Maybe he was too vague about it. Well, there was only one thing to do, he decided. He would have to reteach the lesson. And this time, he wouldn't be so subtle about it. Oh, no. This time, Chance was really in for it.Bending down over him, he pushed the papers onto the floor. "I don't care" he growled, grabbing his arm. "stand up" He wished he hadn't set the belt down already. Oh, he would use something on Chance. Though, a belt might be too subtle.

He could feel himself harden at the thought of taming this one. He was so pretty, it was perfect. He had taken him once, and it obviously didn't keep. Ah, well. He would just take him again. It was no skin off of his back. Actually, he liked this better.

[Chance Del Rossi]

As his papers hit the ground, he winced and looked down at them. "Hey!" He began, but as soon as he grabbed his arm he stood up. "I'm sorry." He said, instinctively. It was an instinct, he thought he'd forgotten a long time ago. That was until Jonathan got a hold of him and he realised how quickly those things came right back. He wasn't the type to apologise for everything any more. Sure, if he did something wrong, he would. And he didn't have a lot of fights with his parents. But he wasn't ever scared of them either. Well, Ben's temper could be scary, but he knew he'd never actually hurt him. But no one wanted to be in trouble with their parents. Marco wasn't scary. His temper was very well in check, what was upsetting with him was usually seeing any type of disappointment. Looking up at Jonathan, he narrowed his eyes a little and tried to pull his arm out of his grasp.

"Look, I'll just take my things and go work somewhere else. Go find someone else." He said, trying to be stern, but at the same time, not being demanding. He was afraid of him and he couldn't just bluntly disrespect him. Because, he didn't want a repeat of what happened before. And damn it, he wanted to have some dignity left.

[jonathon]

Jonathan smirked. He wanted to play that game? Fine, they could play that game. Chance was the oldest. There was no way he would turn is back on his family. Especially not knowing what finding someone else would mean. Obviously, the boy wasn't thinking about his brother and sisters that lived here. It was probably because they were at school. Out of sight, out of mind. Well, that was fine for him. He would simply remind Chance of the alternatives.

"Fine, go ahead. I'll just head over to the high school. Tell them Matt needs to be checked out for an emergency. They know me, I've checked him out early before. They'll let him go." He nearly hoped that Chance would call his bluff. Oh. he would go get the younger Del Rossi. He might even videotape it all, and make Chance see it later, if he did. He wasn't bluffing. But for some reason kids liked to call his bluff.

[Chance Del Rossi]

Chance paled at the mention of his brother. Immediately, he shook his head, "No!" He yelled it out, quick. There was no way he was going to sacrifice his little brother because he wanted nothing to happen to him. He was older, and therefore he needed to protect them. Plus, out of all of them, he was an adult, legally. Right now, he sure didn't feel like an adult, but he was... He looked at him, taking a breath. "Nevermind, I'm really not that busy." He said, although he wished he was. He wished he hadn't been there at all. But, by no means was he letting his brother get hurt. He couldn't do that.

"I needed a break anyway." As if he was taking a break willingly, or a break at all. This was no break. Being at some bastard's whim wasn't a break in the least. But he would rather take that than have it thrown at someone else. "Just leave Matt and the rest of them out of it." He said, and although he tried to put a brave face on, he was feeling sick to his stomach all over again. He felt like running and hiding in the smallest corner he could find and never coming out. But that, wasn't an option.

[jonathon]

"I thought you didn't look busy," he said, taking a step closer. He put his hand on the boy's waist and looked in his eyes. His big, soft, doe-eyes, Jonathan loved looking in that boy's eyes. Yes, boy. Because he wasn't a man. Not yet, anyway. But Jonathan would fix that. He would take this boy, and he would turn him into a man. Whether he liked it or not. When he heard him tell him to leave his brother out of it, Jonathan chuckled. "Let's see how you do before I make any promises." He wanted to give him an incentive to be good.

Without warning, he leaned in and pressed a hard kiss against his mouth. The hand that was not on Chance's waist went to the back of his head. He let out a soft moan. He hadn't been with any of the kids for a couple of days now. And Ben was starting to avoid him. So, he needed to get his kicks off of someone.

[Chance Del Rossi]

"Well, congratulations, points for you then," he said, mildly sarcastic. Of course he was busy and he wanted to stay that way. But, he wasn't going to risk something happening to his brother because he felt like running and hiding. Older brothers were supposed to protect their siblings. Of course, there should have never been a risk of this and Chance was well aware of that. He was also aware that he could have been manipulating the hell out of him. But there was a chance he wasn't bluffing, and it was exactly the kind of thing he couldn't determine. He felt his stomach churn, not wanting to do anything good at all for him. He would much rather find a way to throw a few punches, call the cops and run. But, it didn't work like that. Chance wasn't a fighter and physically, he knew he would lose a fight and he'd never get to a phone. And someone else might get hurt for it, even if he did get away.

With the hand on his waist, Chance's hand lifted, resting on Jonathan's chest. He muffled a sound into the kiss, not the pleasured sound that usually accompanied a hard kiss, but the type that came from surprise and out of pure instinct. He hated his mouth on his, but he responded by parting his lips on his own volition and deepening the kiss. He was trying to ease it all on himself, afraid of what might happen. The hand on his chest slipped up to the man's shoulder. He lingered that way for several seconds before he pulled his head back from the kiss, taking a breath and looking at him again. "What makes you think this is all right?" He asked, voice quiet, as if he was trying to get into his head, when really he didn't want to.

[jonathon]

Jonathon wouldn't think twice about going and getting Matt. For some reason, Matt was the key to Chance. Jonathon knew this, and he intended of exploiting it as much as humanly possible. He was calling all the shots. And anytime Chance tried to say no, he could simply threaten to go get Matt. He wasn't past it. When Matt decided to take his siblings and run, Jonathon had his way with each of them, and each of them was forced to watch as the others were beaten. Matt was one that liked to use the word anything. Like when Jonathon was going to have some fun with Hayleigh. Matt said he'd do anything for him to leave her alone. Jonathon was pretty fond of the teenage boy. He was one of his favorites. So when he needed leverage with Chance, all he had to do was say Matt's name. He wouldn't threaten with anyone else.

He ignored the question posed. Instead, he grabbed his hands and backed up. "We should probably take this upstairs." Hey, he was giving the kid a break. Upstairs was a hell of a lot better than down in the basement. But then. he could change his mind. He wasn't about to give into Chance's psycho babble shit. He wasn't impressed in the least. And he wasn't going to get into a therapy session when all he wanted was a good fuck.

[Chance Del Rossi]

He didn't answer him. Surprise, there. Chance wasn't sure why he thought that he would. When his hands were grabbed, he gently squeezed back, even though his instinct was to pull away. And he wanted to pull back, to back up and rush away from the man as fast as he could. But, that would lead to more trouble, plus it could lead to trouble for his brother. So, the response was out of the question. He had to stifle the instincts that wanted to protect him; the ones that knew if he gave into adrenaline, fought hard enough and took off out the door that he would be safe. He was well aware that Jonathan's power didn't extend everywhere. He wasn't so much afraid of him that he thought nothing he did could stop him. Maybe not at that second, but in general, there was a lot that he could do after the fact. His family was there, which made things harder, but frankly, Chance knew that if he acted fast enough and if he did things right, that he could be taken away without a chance to hurt anyone. But, they weren't plans. He didn't make those plans, because a part of him was too afraid and more likely to cover it shamefully than to do anything else.

"You could think that everyone wants it, therefore it's okay, and you pride yourself in knowing what's best and it feels right, thus fine, despite by societies standards, it's unacceptable and even illegal. Or, you know it's wrong. And it's all about power and control. You just don't care, which is all about having stopped short of the last stage of cognitive development. Or it just stunted itself early on, but that's just a theory anyway. I don't generally like Freud's take on it, but I think he'd say you were given too much instant gratification as an infant, hence you don't understand that you don't control your environment. So you try to. And for Freud, well, sex is basically everything." He was rambling, and trying to figure him out at the same time. Though, despite his talking, he'd started to walk, not pulling his hands away, but heading up the stairs, because fighting tended to be the worse option.

[jonathon]

Jonathon clenched his jaw. The boy was fucking rambling. This was the downside to having a smart one. Damn you, Ben. He tried to tune him out as they made their way upstairs. He didn't give a damn what Chance had to say. And he sure as hell didn't care what Freud had to say. He was never one for the psychology shit. By the time they got in the room, he had enough of Chance, and he threw the boy's hands down. Clenching his fist, he threw a punch at the boy's nose before pushing him.

"Shut up!" he growled at him, unfastening his belt. "I wasn't even going to beat you, boy. But you're asking for it" Was he? Jonathon didn't know. He had no idea why the idiot was rambling. Nor did he care. He pulled the belt back, hitting his side. "shirt off!" he wasn't going to let him move at his own pace. The man wanted him and he wanted him now

[Chance Del Rossi]

Nervousness and fear seemed to bring out the rambler in Chance more than usual. He tended to ramble on normally, often losing people in conversation. Though, he could exhibit some control so that he didn't scare people away. But, in this case, he couldn't control everything that he said. He just kept talking and didn't know when to stop. It was a problem that he couldn't really get a grasp on either. Of course the second they were in the room, he felt the man's fist connect with his nose and let out a yell of pain, hands going to his nose just as he was pushed. "I'm sorry!" He exclaimed, a reflexive response. He let his hand drop and looked back at him, in time to see the belt and to flinch as it hit him.

Chance pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. "Don't." And he took a daring step forward, daring for him anyway, given that he didn't want to feel the snap of that belt again. "Please?" It was then that he tried to kiss the man on his own. It was his way of trying to distract him from causing him pain. He didn't want any of this. And he couldn't help the tremble that went on beneath his skin that told him he was terrified in this instance. But he was forcing his body to act how he needed it to, figuring if he didn't fight, then it wouldn't be as bad.

[jonathon]

The truth was, this wasn't going to stop him from eventually paying Matt another visit. But, it was appeasing him at the moment. He hadn't particularly wanted Matt today. Matt was the more aggressive type, even when he wasn't fighting. He liked this one; his soft, smooth skin. His accent. Everything about him was gentle. And he loved that. If he thought he could have him without force, he would. But nothing about this family could be done without force. But he didn't mind it, either. Because, it ensured that he would always have a piece of them. When Chance actually took the initiative, it surprised him. He hadn't taken the boy to do anything like that. With a smirk, he relaxed, allowing the belt to drop from his hand.

"Oh, you're taking the lead, now?" he asked, his voice conveying clearly the surprise that it had taken him by. "Fine. Go right ahead. Amaze me." Hey, he had started it. And Jonathon's motto was that you never start what you can't finish. As he waited, he reached over and locked the bedroom door. He didn't intend to open it back up, either, not until they were finished. "I'll make a man of you yet" he commented. Because, he wasn't a man. Not in Jonathon's eyes. He was a small child, timid and scared. He wanted to get him where he could look him straight in the eye without begging. He hated begging.