Life's a Gamble
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Thread Topic: Life's a Gamble
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(haha yessss)
"If you don't tell me, I might refuse," He suggested, raising an eyebrow. "After all, if I know, I'll be able to prepare for it. I don't guess you care, though. But I hope, if it's what I think it is, I will get a say. At least, some sort of say in what is done.. Is that an option? I wouldn't know, though. Papa didn't tell me anymore than how to behave," He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He didn't know how long this care ride would be, but he hoped that it went quickly. He already didn't like this man, and being in an in-closed space with him made Mitchel rather nervous.
"I know how to hunt. I did, before, when I was younger.. It's the sport, you know, and the pride of putting food on the table. Of course, I only kill what I plan to eat, but there's people who don't. And the horse, well, I like show jumping, too. But I assume having me in the eye of the public isn't something you want," Mitchel sighed, and took his bow tie off, twisting it around his hand once more. "How long will it take to get there?," He asked, touching his fingers to the handle of the door, wondering if what he would face living in the man would be bad enough that it would be better to throw himself out of the moving car. -
(I can see them acting like little kids over everything--)
"Oh, I don't think you'd be able to refuse very well. Prepare for it? You prepare for it when it happens, not before.. I mean, you could, but that's not how I roll. I care, but not as much as you'd like me to. Heh.. If you do good, and you don't argue with me like you've been doing, I'll consider giving you an option. But you sound like you know close to nothing about the topic. That makes me think you might not even understand how it works, nor would you be able to have a say because you wouldn't know what's the difference.. Maybe I'm wrong and you do." Allan watched the restless teen from behind his sunglasses as he ran a hand through his hair and eventually touch the side of the car. He was acting just like everyone else who came near him, and he rather liked the situation. Seeing people scared was the best thing in the world.
"How lovely. Yes, I know it's a sport.." He trailed, thinking. Did he want Mitchel in public? No, but then again, he had told the old man that he wouldn't keep the teenager cooped up too much. Allan didn't know much about horse shows, and he didn't know the joys of hunting, but if they were so important to Mitchel, he figured he might make the first exception for his new 'recruit'. "I'll think about it. I mean, if you know how to deal with everything, I'd be more than happy to give you what you desire. And about those shows.. As long as you have one of my men with you, I think we can arrange that." Allan moved his sunglasses to the top of his head and gazed at Mitchel, a serious look in his eyes. "Less than half an hour," he said, pausing and rolling down the window to check. "More like ten or fifteen minutes. Is that quick enough for you? Are you that eager to see the place?" -
(Haaaa yesss)
"Just.. Say it. Please. I need to know exactly what will be expected of me. I didn't read the contract, my father took care of that, So I only have a vague idea as far as it goes. Please, Allan. You said I could have anything I request. And I request that you tell me, in detail, my purpose of being in your house hold. If you don't tell me, then.. Then I'll make your life a living hell." He knew that he had no place making such threats, and that it would most certainly result in himself being punished, but he made it anyways.
"Not really," He muttered, but was glad to hear that he would be able to participate in shows and such. He moved his hand from the handle, resting it in his lap. Now, he asked something that had been on his mind since he had gotten into the car. He knew he was asking too many questions, but he couldn't help himself. "I'll have my own bedroom and bathroom, right? I hate sharing space. And I'm a very, very neat person, so I don't want anyone else's things cluttering my area," He attempted to explain, knowing that he older man was unlikely to understand. Mitchel found himself looking at Allan- Well, not at Allan, but at his lips, awaiting a response. -
(omg this will be another fantastic pair)
"..I don't think you can make my life a living hell, kid. But I'll tell you, because you requested it. Man, I need to make a list of what you can and can't ask.." Allan, who had never buckled himself up in the first pace, turned to sit criss-cross on the seat facing Mitchel. He figured he'd have to ask the question, no matter how weird it might be to discuss in a car ride. "Tell me, have you ever gone to school or heard about the topic of sex? Do you know anything about it?"
Since he was already facing the boy, he was quite grateful that he was able to pick up what he had muttered. He wouldn't have been paying much attention had he been facing another way. "Mm.. Unfortunately for you, all of the rooms that had been open are totally full of s---. Guns, books, toys, things the boys have taken from people.. You have to share a room. Which leaves you with two options. You can go with one of my men, or you can come with me. I'll have you know I'm a neat person too and I'll give you as much space as possible to sort your things away from my own. My men don't understand that concept. But they may not.. Freak you out as much, I suppose." -
"I can, trust me," He assured, pressing against the door when the man turned to face him. Of course, he had known. He let his words role through his mind, closing his eyes tightly. "I have. Between a man and woman, at least. Never between two men. That's.. That's just strange," He muttered the last bit, closing his eyes. The thought scared him. Mitchel was small, only 5'3", and frail, and what he had heard of sex between two men scared him more than he cared to admit. It sent shivers up his spine.
"..I would prefer a room to myself," He insisted, feeling the anger build up again. And, then he snapped. "I don't want to be around you, or any of your people, more than I have to. I'd rather sleep outside then in a bed with another person. I-I.. Taking people as payment is a horrible thing, as is killing people. You're a sick and horrid person, and I can't wait to be away from you." With that, he actually slapped him. His hand stung with the force of it, but he didn't seem to register it at all. -
"Well, hey, it goes both ways," Allan shrugged and watched him try to scoot away. He tapped his fingers on his knee, staring dully at Mitchel. "It's strange, but I do like strange.. And if you're going to live, you'll learn to like strange as well." He wasn't lying when he said that. The mafia boss was more than ready to kill the teenager if he wasn't going to cooperate. Even though the boy was- in the least to say, beautiful- he knew he couldn't deal with a moody boy for too long. And he was expensive as the workers were. Though, he didn't like that idea much.
Before Allan could respond, he saw Mitchel's hand come up close to his face. He hadn't realized what the kid had done until the felt the stinging pain on his face. His sunglasses had fallen off as well and were on the floor between the two seats. The bigger raised his hand to touch his cheek, sucked in a breath, and grabbed Mitchel by his neck. Suddenly, he threw the unlocked car door open, yanking the teenager so part of his body was sticking out of the car. Other cars on the road honked and swerved to avoid the open door. Allan, who was now furious, gripped the frail neck in his hand with a squeezing force. "Boy, you might be getting some privileges, but you're never, EVER, to touch me like that again. And you better stop talking like your some hot shot. I'm the boss around here. No one will question seeing your miserable body on the goddamn road if you keep this damn behavior up. I'm also willing to send a guy back to the old man's place to kill him and take all he has left, despite the fact I didn't want to do that in the first place. Do you want that, Mitchel?" -
"I'm not some whore, I'll have you know," He huffed, diverting his eyes. He didn't say anything until the man had him by the neck, and half out of the car. He saw his life flash before his eyes, and he knew, for sure, that the man was crazy. He could have fallen, or another car could have hit the door and killed him. A small noise left his throat, and he listened to the man speak. Clearly, he was nothing more than a body to him. Mitchel started to struggle, but stopped at the mention of his Papa.
He sucked in a breath, and shook his head, closing his eyes tightly. He bit his lip, letting out a soft cry. "I'll behave," He promised, moving both hands to hold onto Allan's wrists, to keep him from letting go. "I'm sorry," He said, even though he still wanted to slap the man, but would rather not end up dead on the side of the road. -
Allan held Mitchel there, his eyes burning with rage. He wanted so badly to toss him out right then and there, to hear the screams of the boy as he got crushed under the tires of the wheels. Though, he wasn't that sick, and he felt bad for scaring the younger male. He stared down at him for a moment as he felt the weaker pair of hands grab onto his wrists. Without a word, he scooted back, and shook one of Allan's hands off to pull him upwards. He then leaned over, closing and locking the door, before moving back to his seat. The bigger stayed this way for a while, not speaking, until he finally reached down to retrieve his sunglasses.
"..Don't apologize. You were just defending your own rights, like a guy with some real balls should do. I'm sorry for nearly killing you, though. I just.. Don't like being talked back to." He looked over, his gaze as cold as ice. "If that attitude keeps up, however, you can expect a gun to your head. I like you, boy, but I can't keep up with someone with such a smart mouth. Look, if it'll make you shut up, I'll get one of the rooms cleared out. But it'll take a few days to get one that way, so you need to work with me and accept a night or two with a second person. Do you think you can do that?" -
"Yes sir," He muttered, sinking back into the seat. He closed his eyes, rubbing the reddening mark around his neck. It hurt to swallow, but it was better than dying. Better than causing his Papa to die. He fell silent for a long while, but as the car reached a stop, said a few short words. "I'd like to stay in your room, if that's alright." Mitchel knew he'd be in the man's bed at some point, anyways, and though he hated it, he might as well get it over with.
He was almost completely sure that Allan wouldn't make him do anything like that on his first nice at the place, but he wouldn't be very surprised. -
(Do you want them to do it the first night, or can we wait until the second night?)
"I've already told you, it's Allan. Not sir, not master, not boss, not Mr. Starkey or any of that bulls---. Just Allan. Please," he added the please after remembering he had just strangled Mitchel. Allan watched in slight horror as the kid rubbed his throat. He really hadn't meant to hurt the teenager, not so soon, anyway. And he was sure the driver would question the open door when they left the car. He swallowed, looking back down to his hands. They were suddenly very interesting. When Mitchel spoke, he sighed, nodding. "It's perfectly fine. Be sure to rest when we get in. Oh, are you allergic to honey? I think it may help your throat. Berry is bound to have a lot of it in the cupboards." -
(Whatever you want.)
"I don't like honey," He mumbled, unlocking the door, moving to get out. He wanted away from the man as soon as possible, but when he tried to get out, his foot caught on a stone, and he went sprawling onto his hands, cutting them up on the gravel. Mitchel layed there for a second, stunned, and then got up, hissing through his teeth. He glanced at his bloody palms, and then looked to where his pants had been torn at the knees. Of course.. -
(Alright, cool.)
Allan ignored the hint of coldness that was in the boy's words as he exited the car. He, too, unlocked the door and slid out of the car. However, he heard a thump, and a noise come from the other side. Muttering a swear, he slammed his door shut, running from around the back of the car to Mitchel's side. The teenager had blood on his palms, and his pants had a tear on the place he had fallen. "Yo, Jerry, I need that first aid kit you have," the boss howled as he looked to the front of the car. Moments later, the driver stumbled out of the car as well and ran over. As Allan went to the back to start unloading things, he smiled at Mitchel, holding out a hand. "Don't worry, I fall on this gravel all of the time. The boss yells at me for it allllll the time." -
(so which one're you gonna do)
"He's rude," Mitchel agreed, holding out his hands to the man, giving him a small smile. "I do a lot of falling, too.." He knew that Allan probably didn't treat his servants well, so he would make a point of being kind to them. He was silent at his hands were fixed up, looking over at the huge estate. It was lovely, but to him, it looked a bit like a prison. In the back, though, he could see a forest. Rabbits and foxes raced through his mind, and he felt a spark of excitement. -
(which one what? night? not sure x.x)
"He's the big man, you've got to expect that from him.." Jerry- or so the man had been called- sighed, ripping the bandage up with his teeth to tuck the end in. "Don't worry, I'll patch you up. And if I don't get to you, someone else can. We're all pretty good at that." He gave Mitchel a thumbs up, taking a step back. "There you are. Need me to get your knees, too, or are you good?"
Allan could hear the two from the back of the car, but he didn't care to say that. He tried to focus on carefully taking the bags out off the trunk. However, he could only focus on listening in and getting irritated with what his worker was saying. If that was how one of the workers felt, there was no telling what could happen. A revolt might start. The older inhaled, breathing out loudly. He was thinking stupid things. It had never happened before, it wouldn't happen. He decided the anger from getting slapped hadn't left his body yet. He stepped to the side, peering at them. "Jerry, I need help carrying these. When we get them inside, I'll be taking Mitchel out right away to get his hound and horse. Do you mind?"
"No, sir," Jerry hummed and darted to his boss's side. -
(Ahhh)
Mitchel shook his head, frowning. "I, uh, well.. I need to change my pants, and I was hoping that I could rest for a little while. Unpack my things," He explained, though he wasn't being completely truthful. He didn't want to be alone with the man again, and he knew that it would take hours to get those things.
He yawned, as if for effect, twisting the bow tie around his wrist, giving Allan a small, thin smile. "Perhaps tomorrow?"
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