The Fight

By Jo

OC’s: Adam and Brian with Eric and Sonny


Adam was kicking back enjoying his quiet evening. His Brat was out celebrating Sonny's recent rise from apprentice to fully qualified mechanic . The phone rang.

“Adam McLeod speaking.”

“Adam, it's Brian, I'm in trouble,” the voice on the other end of the line was choked “I'm at E Street police station, I've been arrested.”

“Fuck,” sometimes Adam's language was not so pure. “I'll be right there baby, don't panic. I'm sure we'll be able to sort things out.”

“Sonny's here too. Can you ring Eric and tell him. Sonny's freaking out, he's got a record already.”

“I'll swing 'round and pick him up,” Adam replied. He was taking advantage of the cordless phone to find his keys and jacket. “I'm hanging up now, you sit tight and try to calm Sonny down.”

Adam speed dialed his best friend and when Eric answered briefly explained the situation.

The two Tops arrived at the police station and approached the front desk. “Sargent Anderson. I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you again,” Eric said. Adam stared , almost in horror, at the policeman manning the desk. It was the same man who'd seen him, come in wearing handcuffs, almost five years previously. He pulled himself together.

“I'm here to see Brian McFadden. I believe he was arrested tonight with his friend Sonny McMurray.”

“Not arrested,” the Sargent rumbled “They were involved in a fight, but we feel it was mainly self defence. Your two boys did seem to go out of their way to find one. The men arrested have been gay bashing down that end of town for at least 6 months.”

Eric and Adam looked at each other and sighed. A couple of days previously they'd been celebrating Brian's new job, and whilst discussing recent events, the gay bashing happening in town had been mentioned. Both younger men were incensed and openly declared something should be done about it. They'd had a couple of close friends hospitalised. The two Tops had categorically stated that it was the police's job and they better not hear that their Brats had anything to do with apprehending the offenders.

Brian and Sonny had got into a lot of fights when they were younger. It was there way of working out anger issues. A few were alcohol fueled, but they had sometimes gone looking for a fight. They'd usually find a fight by provoking men who were lurking around gay bars. It was a while since either of them had indulged themselves in this activity, they'd been too busy studying.

The two men were escorted to the front desk and both looked very subdued. Brian had a bruise on his cheek and Sonny, a rapidly blackening eye. The Sargent looked at the two Tops his eyes twinkling “These two just had a session with Captain Thompson,” he said. Adam winced he'd been dressed down by the same officer the last time he'd been arrested. The captain had a forceful way about him at times.

“Let's go home boys,” Eric's voice was even but Sonny winced anyway. He knew he was in trouble. Brian looked up apprehensively at Adam and melted at the look he received in return. They'd recently had a serious talk about whether they should renegotiate the rules of their partnership as Brian was moving into the work place.

Adam had pointed out that some of the rules would no longer be appropriate and maybe they needed to look at the whole arrangement. Brian had been distressed at the suggestion that they end the discipline part of their relationship. Adam had felt he had to give his young lover the option, after all going out to work was a huge change. They'd talked it through and decided that they would continue with the discipline within new guidelines. No matter whether it was before or after the renegotiation, fighting had always been against the rules.

They dropped Eric and Sonny at their house and then drove home in silence. “Corner,” was all Adam said as they walked in the front door. Brian rapidly did as he was told and placed himself in a corner nose touching the plaster. He was only put in a corner when Adam felt to angry to deal with him immediately. Adam never, ever punished in anger.

Hours later, 15 minutes real time, Brian heard Adam voice “Come here baby.” he turned around and fell into his lover's arms.

“I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.”

“I know baby believe me I know.” Adam tilted Brian's chin slightly so they looked each other in the eyes “I have one question. Did you go out tonight with the intention of hunting down those men?” Brian's eyes welled and he nodded his head knowing as he did so he had sealed his fate. Fighting was bad enough putting himself in danger was worse.

“It's time we went to the study,” Adam said quietly. Brian led the way still wearing his suit trousers and blue silk shirt, he always discarded the detested tie as soon as he could. He loved Fridays which was a casual day he could wear jeans and a soft collared shirt on that day. He was dreading tomorrow already, his programming job involved a lot of sitting down.

Adam reached into the desk draw and took out the paddle. Brian sighed, slightly in relief, he'd been dreading that the strap might come out. “Why don't you explain why we're here.” Brian winced he hated this part, it meant that he was in way deep and there was only one way it would finish.

“I went looking for a fight and found one,” Adam hid a smile, he could remember using exactly the same phrasing once to Eric. “And that means that not only did I fight which is against the rules but I also put myself in danger.” Brian didn't see Adam's smile he was intently looking at the floor wishing it would swallow him now. He didn't get his wish. He unbuttoned his suit trousers, lowered his boxers and placed himself over Adam's knees.

Adam started the spanking slowly, falling into a steady rhythm. This was not going to be a short spanking but he would be merciful. The prime sitting spot was included but not as much as normal. Once the bottom over his knee was starting to turn red, and the young man over his lap was sobbing, Adam picked up the paddle. Brian didn't protest he knew he would be wasting his time. He tried to relax his poor sore, hurting bottom. Adam fell into the same rhythm he had when
spanking. Brian cried out at each stroke. His bottom was almost glowing before Adam finished landing the last two on the prime sitting spot. He wanted Brian to remember this punishment every time he sat down the next day but not to make it impossible.

Adam was surprised Brian didn't do his normal squirm to end up in his arms. He just stood up and put on his boxers. “Where are you going.” Adam demanded.

“I'm an adult now,” Brian's voice was hoarse “I don't need to be held.”

Adam reached out and caught Brian pulling him into a hug. “You were always an adult. I have never treated you as a child. And before you say a word an OTK spanking or paddling is not childish.” That stopped Brian's protest before he could utter it. Brian relaxed into the hug, he'd almost forgotten that he'd never felt totally forgiven until he was held.

Adam felt the relaxation and smiled. His Brat may be older, their rules might be different but their basic relationship was still rock solid.