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The Misadventures of Jonny Quest	By : RoseOSharon Category: +M through R > New Adventures of Jonny Quest, The Views: 2466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Nothing associated with Jonny Quest or the Real Adventures thereof is mine, nor likely to ever be so. I make no money from this story.

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A/N: Okay, this is the dicey part. It is a bit of a long chapter, but I couldn't find a spot to break it off and keep the pacing of the scene. There is physical intimidation, sexual harassment, humiliation and some violence.

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Hadji found himself drifting through a cityscape on what was obviously a coast of some sort, until he stopped above a run down, tenement section of the city. Slowly, he drifted down, and a whimper sounded from a darkened window that was missing an entire pane of glass from one of the corners.

He ‘drifted’ into the window, and the first thing he saw was a big, very big man who had someone Hadji couldn’t see, sandwiched between his hips and the wall. Hadji also saw that he held two slender wrists in his big, heavy grip, and had them held up, over the person’s head. The grip was tight, though not particularly threatening, and actually, the scene looked somewhat intimate.

Hadji blanched and almost lost his concentration as he thought about Jonny’s partner preference, and wondered if maybe he was seeing more than he really needed, especially considering what admittedly little he knew about Jonny’s . . . practices.

“Bennie,” a harsh voice suddenly said, and it was clear he was angry. “This is getting ridiculous,” the big man snarled, and Hadji drifted further into the apartment.

He took a few moments to acquaint himself with the interior, and saw that it was little more than an efficiency, and one that wasn’t in the best of repair at that. There was a sink, a stove, and a refrigerator in a small kitchen area, and all looked as if they’d been hauled in from a dump. There was no furniture to speak of, only a broken chair by the window and a sleeping bag on the floor. Hadji couldn’t imagine Jonny, growing up as he had in the Quest mansions and compounds and so forth, living in such a place.

Hadji tried to move around the big man to see, but he was too big and too close to the man he had pressed against the wall. “You could do so much better if you joined me,” he continued. “You’re wasted at the wharf.”

Hadji heard a head softly rub against the wall, as if he had shaken his head, and the guy’s huge arms tensed as he pushed the smaller person harder against the wall. His hands clenched around the slender . . . Hadji changed slender to bony . . . wrists, and the other person gasped, obviously in pain.

Hadji inhaled sharply as he finally realized there was nothing at all intimate about the scene. He had heard Jonny suppress cries and moans of pain enough times to know the sound, and shame flooded him as he knew he should have recognized the threat for what it was. However, despite his decision to accept, finally, Jonny as he was, he had once more let his own prejudices color his judgment.

The bigger man shifted his position, and Hadji could finally see past him. He swallowed and watched helplessly as the scene played out before him.

Hadji saw that the two men’s breath puffed out of their mouths in the air, and he realized that there must not have been much heat, if any at all, in the efficiency. Hadji looked over Jonny’s form, and frowned as he saw that Jonny’s familiar black t-shirt was ragged around the collar and a worn spot showed through at the hem, while his denims were thin and threadbare. His much longer hair covered most of his face, and hung down around his upper arms, though it was clean, and though he was hardly dressed for the cold, blizzard-like weather and his body shivered with the cold, his clothes were clean as well.

In fact, if it hadn’t been for the clothing, and if he had passed Jonny on the street, Hadji knew he would never have recognized the blond man as the boy he’d grown up with, and that shocked him far more than anything else.

He drifted closer and gazed at the man that had been his brother, and Hadji knew he had never, ever seen Jonny so thin. In fact, he had rarely seen anyone so painfully thin . . . and finally knew exactly what the term ‘skin and bones’ meant, and, despite being from India, knew what it looked like. There was not an ounce of fat on Jonny, nor did there seem to be much muscle either, and Hadji closed his eyes as a hacking cough suddenly shook the thin body.

“And speaking of wasted, you certainly could have chosen a better name for yourself,” the big man mocked, and gazed down, almost in disgust, at the smaller figure he had trapped against the wall. “You see, I know people who come up with false names, and you could have come up with a much better alias than Ben Haraje. You hardly look that foreign to even begin to get away with such a name.”

Hadji had never been slow, especially when it came to word puzzles, and his heart constricted in his chest as his mind automatically dissected the name. He realized that ‘Ben’ was short for Benton, the ‘Ha’ came from his own name, the ‘ra’ part from Race’s name, and the ‘je’ from Jesse’s. Simply from that alone Hadji knew that while Jonny had disappeared and never contacted any of them, he had never forgotten about them either.

He sighed and forced himself to keep his emotions in tight check as he focused his attention back to the scene before him. “You are certainly smart enough for it,” the bigger man grinned. “Smarter than most of the people I’m used to dealing with, and it’s made the pursuit of you interesting, to say the least. But then, I’m not exactly interested in your brains so much anymore,” he ran his hand down the side of Jonny’s face, and the smaller man shuddered.

Jonny tried to pull away, but the man simply tightened his grip, and pushed his pelvis harder against Jonny, effectively trapping him between him and the wall. Jonny froze, immobile, and his eyes flickered in fear to their all but joined hips. Hadji wished for nothing more than to be able to become solid for one moment and forget his usually non-violent ways, but he clenched his hands into fists and continued listening. “You know, you can protest all you want,” the bigger man continued. “But you know you’re going to have to eventually give in to me.”

The smaller man shook his head hard, and the bigger man laughed, then literally flung Jonny across the floor, where he ended up on his face, his long hair splayed out over the floor and his shoulders. Weakly, he sat up and pushed the hair back away from his face. Hadji winced at the long scar that curved over his cheek from his eye to his chin, and knew that was what he had seen when he’d first grasped the camera, and he ached for his friend.

Suddenly, Jonny’s entire aspect darkened with the force of his scowl, and his body spoke only of open hostility and defiance, and once more he shook his head.

Obviously he had no interest in what the man was offering, and was doing everything in his power to dissuade the man . . . all but verbally telling him to go do a physical impossibility with himself.

“I’m telling you, Bennie, you are wasting your flesh . . .” The bigger man snorted, walked over to Jonny, and raked his eyes over Jonny’s thin body, and shrugged. “Literally. Flesh like yours should be taken care of, fed, and loved. I’d even get this . . .” he flicked a finger over the scar on Jonny’s face, and Jonny flinched away and looked down. “Fixed.” Lust practically dripped from his tone, and Jonny, though he fought to hide the fear, couldn’t.

“You’d be so pretty . . .” the bigger man all but drooled and bent over Jonny, who crawled backward, but wasn’t fast enough. The bigger man gripped Jonny’s arms in his big hands, and pulled him off the floor. Jonny struggled fruitlessly in his grip, and the bigger man crushed Jonny’s body against his and gripped his face in one hand. “And I’ve got people who would line up to put out as much cash for you as I can think to charge them.”

Jonny attempted to loosen the man’s grip, but it did no good, and the other man laughed as Jonny struggled valiantly against him, his eyes suddenly blazing with anger and defiance. However, his brave front completely dissolved through no fault of his own as his body shuddered uncontrollably, and his next cough all but caused him to double over in the man’s arms.

The man grimaced, wiped blood spatters from his face, and threw Jonny once more across the room. He strode to the door, yanked it open, and grinned down at the man who crawled over to a dingy wall, and leaned against it, obviously exhausted, his arms wrapped protectively around his ribs.

“There’s not a lot you can do to prevent me from taking what you refuse to offer me, Bennie,” the man shrugged casually. “And while this endless pursuit of you has been fun, I find my patience finally being taxed. I’m pretty much done with asking you to join my stable -- now I’m telling you. Once I get you fattened up, prettied up, and taught some manners, I can get people to part with a serious amount of cash for you. One day, Bennie, and I promise you it will be soon, I’m going to decide you really are worth the effort on my part that it’s going to take to tame you,” he smiled coldly.

“And, may I remind you, that if tonight’s any indication, it’s not like you could really fight me anyway. I have to admit though, you do have some good moves. Right now though, you couldn’t fight your way out of a wet paper bag, and you know it. And,” he shrugged carelessly. “Once you do get strong enough to fight, you’ll be someone else’s problem. So, that means that for me, simply taking you, even if it is against your will, is a win-win situation.

“So, this really is the last time I’m going to make you the offer, Bennie. You either come to me on your own, or I’m going to come and take you. It’s not like if you drop off the face of the planet suddenly, anyone’s going to miss you anyway. I know -- I’ve watched you these last few months. Oh, and if I were you, Bennie, I’d get that cough checked out.” He slammed the door shut, and Jonny dropped his defiant act. He pulled his legs up to his chest, crossed his arms over his knees, and dropped his head on his forearms, his blond hair spilling over them.

His thin shoulders shook, and Hadji knew that Jonny sobbed, though he made no sound. Hadji swallowed as he knew that he couldn’t leave Jonny like that. He wouldn’t leave anyone like that . . . no matter what they had done in the past. Jonny was in danger – a lot of danger – and there was no way he could get himself out of it . . . the thug had not had been wrong about that, and obviously, Jonny knew it, if his extreme despair was anything to go by.

Hadji sighed as he thought back to what the thug had said about Jonny not being missed, and he was determined that Jonny was never going to be allowed to disappear again. After all, they had almost lost him permanently once, and no one had known. It would not, as long as Hadji had breath in his body, happen again.
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