What Sonia Wants, Sonia Gets

Summary: Michael was tricked into signing those papers and will do his best to get them annulled.
Warning(s):  Harsh Disciplinary Spanking of adults. Potential spoilers for Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard.

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Michael was a good thirty feet from the tiny sail boat when he decided that there were better ways to get out of the situation, he found himself. As excruciating as it was to hear Darius and Sonia, "Making him a baby brother or sister" (as Sonia put it, to the discomfort of both men), it couldn't be as painful as drowning and being eaten by sharks. So, he began swimming back to the boat. They hadn't even noticed he was gone. Yeah. They'd be great parents, he thought uncharitably, as he finally climbed back aboard. First stop when they reached land? A lawyer, so he could undo the travesty of a legal document Sonia had tricked him into signing (with Bobby O'Neil's help, the jerk).

Darius had noticed Michael jumping into the water, but he wasn't too worried. There were sharks there, after all; and the kid might pull some dangerous shit, but he had some self-preservation.

"Decided not to become shark-bait, I see?" Darius raised his beer to Michael.

"Figured there were better ways to get outta this ridiculous situation than being eating by Nemo," Michael snorted. Grabbing his own beer from the nearby cooler.

Darius snorted and looked over him. "Yeah. You'd be just the sort to get eaten." He drained the rest of his beer and casually tossed the can. "Hear anything from your buddy, O'Neil?"

"No... but then he seems more inclined to talk about whatever is happening with Sonia than me... and he ain't my buddy..." Michael said sourly.

"Thought you had his number on speed dial," Darius said.

"Seriously? I only went along with his crappy deal because I didn't have a choice if I wanted my credentials back..." Michael gave an affronted look.

"And how well did that work for you?" Darius asked pointedly.

Michael looked away, not wanting Darius to see the depressed hurt in his eyes. His step father had betrayed him; had never really loved him or even cared for him at all; had thought him a colossal screw up. And he had ended up killing the man he'd looked up to for the largest portion of his life, so changing his mind was impossible now.  "Yeah. Well, things didn't exactly turn out the way you’d planned either, did they?" he responded sarcastically. Snidely.

"Maybe not," Darius replied. "But Sonia is happy. And that's important."

"Sonia is crazy..." Michael muttered under his breath. "...What the hell was she thinking setting that up anyway?!" His voice rose slightly.

"She wants to be a mother," Darius replied. "And thinks you need one. Can't necessarily say that she's wrong."

"I'm a grown ass man. She ain't much older than I am. How she thought it made sense..." Michael grumbled.

"Doesn't really matter now," Darius said. "It's what she wants." He popped open another can of beer.

"You seriously saying you're alright with this? It don't bug you even a little?!" Michael looked at him incredulously.

"Ain't like it'd make a difference if it did bug me." Darius shrugged.

Michael shook his head. "I ain't okay with it..." he mumbled, but didn't say anything else. Darius obviously planned to just leave things be.

Darius snorted softly and drained about half of his beer before saying, "Oh, yeah, don't try swimming away. Sonia wouldn't be happy and that'd result in me having to tan your ass."

Michael snorted, scoffing, "Like that'd ever happen."

"I wouldn't be so certain about that," Darius said ominously.

Michael made a rather rude sound before snorting again. "You're more likely to deck me, then throw me into the trunk of your car. But I'll be watching for that!"

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Darius commented.

"Yeah, yeah..." Michael scoffed. Even if Darius were serious about the threat (and there was no way he was serious... seriously), Michael didn't plan to stick around long enough for him to follow through, once they made land. In fact, as soon as they made land, he was immediately leaving and finding a good lawyer to get the adoption nullified on the basis of he was tricked. Not that he told Darius such; the man was obviously not planning to help and would probably hinder just to cause him grief.

Darius didn't bother saying anything else. Instead, he finished the rest of his beer and went to join Sonia in the only bit of privacy they truly had.

Michael softly groaned to himself as Darius left to join Sonia. "Great... here's to another X-rated sound-track to close out the day..." he muttered to himself and downed the rest of his beer before grabbing the rest of a six-pack to take to his bunk. Maybe he'd get drunk enough to pass out and not have to hear.

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Three days later, they'd pulled into port. Sonia had immediately grabbed Darius' wallet and gone shopping. Michael had spent an hour perusing the internet for law offices who might be able to help him. He'd finally found a potential candidate and prepared himself to go out and locate the building.

Darius had sprawled out on the boat, taking a beer and drinking it, when he noticed Michael preparing to leave and rose immediately. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To get this mess undone, no thanks to you..." Michael spouted off. He figured Darius would be happy about it, even if he didn't think it was possible and wasn't intending to help.

"No. You're not." Darius moved to block Michael's departure.

"What?! You gotta be kidding me! We're finally in a position to get this fixed and you don't wanna do it? Why?!" Michael was incredulous. 

"I told you. This is what Sonia wants." Darius advanced on Michael.

"I don't give a flying fuck if the Pope wanted it! I was tricked and it's not right and I'm getting it undone!" Michael all but yelled, as he moved to go around Darius.

Darius moved immediately, reaching out to grab Michael's arm. "No. You're not." He pulled to catch Michael off balance.

"Let go!" Michael was past self-preservation. There was no way he was allowing the sham of an adoption to stand and he wouldn't allow Darius to stop him. He swung at the man, aiming for his jaw.

Darius ducked the blow aimed at his jaw and pulled Michael forward, lifting his knee to topple the younger man over it.

"You fucking asshole! Let me go!" Michael struggled to right himself and get away from Darius.

"No." Darius got a tighter grip on Michael, around his waist, and brought his hand down in a firm smack at the crest of the other man's backside.

"Shit! What the hell, man!? You can't do that!" Michael's protest sounded more pained than he would have liked.

"I think it's fairly obvious that I can." Darius delivered a second smack and then a third, quickly covering every inch of Michael's backside, from the crest down to mid-thigh.

"You have no right!" Michael's pained growl accompanied a violent struggle to break loose. He wasn't worried about possibly hurting anyone. He just wanted free.

In response to the struggling, Darius took a firmer, tighter hold on Michael and began to swat a bit harder. After one circuit of that, he paused to pull Michael's pants down.

Michael's growls and struggling increased as he realized Darius was baring him. He'd given up the protests as useless and focused on getting away by any means necessary; punching, clawing, biting in an attempt to get free.

"The more you struggle and fight, the worse it will be," Darius warned, pushing down on Michael's back to keep him in place as he finished baring the younger man.

"There's no way in hell I'm submitting to this!" Michael retorted, voice strained with the effort not only to get free, but to not let on how much what Darius was doing hurt.

"Then it's gonna be worse." Darius took a tighter grip on Michael's waist and began swatting his bare ass.

Michael continued to struggle and fight, using every trick he could think of, but nothing was working. He lost track of how many times Darius' hand landed; how long he was held in place while his poor backside was assaulted.

He couldn't believe he was being spanked because he didn't want to accept the adoption. It wasn't as if Darius planned to play father to him. He was fairly certain that he didn't. And Sonia couldn't play mother to him. He already had a mother, who he loved very much and had failed greatly. He wouldn't fail her the rest of the way by replacing her.

It was disheartening that he wasn't able to get away, though. If he couldn't even protect himself from being given a sore ass, how did he think he could ever be an effective body guard again? Maybe his step father had been right. He was a useless screw-up who didn't deserve the recognition of a license.

"Sonia wants you, kid." Darius' voice was calm and even, as he continued to swat Michael's rapidly reddening backside. "And who knows? Maybe she's got a point. You were let down and betrayed by someone you trusted, but she won't do that."

Sonia had returned to the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and had thought the two men were fighting. She'd quickly made her way on board and to the bunk (Michael would later be surprised and grateful that Darius had moved them to that private area of the boat) to break it up, only to be greeted by Michael's vivid red bottom, Darius reddening it further still and to hear Darius' words. She wasn't stupid. She quickly figured out what was going on. "You tried to run away from home," she said, her voice hurt sounding. She continued, "Your Papi is right. I won't betray you...."

Michael was surprised; first that she'd returned (he hadn't heard her), but also because he felt guilty when he heard the hurt in her voice and felt a need to make her feel better. "I kno... know..." he ground out, in a pained voice, before adding, "I... I d... don't need a mami. I... I h... have a mom a... and I l... let her d... die and I... I c.. can't...." He snapped his mouth closed and swallowed hard, suddenly finding his eyes swimming with tears and fighting the need to sob like a scared, broken little boy. He hadn't done that at his mom's funeral. He wasn't going to do it now.

Sonia's gaze grew sharp at the words and she moved around to kneel in front of Michael so she could take his face in her hands and make him look at her. "I am not replacing your Momma..." she said firmly and with an understanding tone that caught Michael by surprise, again. "But can you honestly say she would want you without a mother's love entirely? Just because you are afraid it might look like she is being replaced?" While speaking, she made a slight motion for Darius to continue spanking, afraid Michael would be able to ignore her words and bolster himself if the spanking stopped before he'd given in. He'd had several decades to build up walls against accepting another mother's love, after all and she was certain he desperately needed a family. Their family.

Darius continued swatting Michael's rapidly reddening bottom, moving his hand a bit lower to also include the younger man's sit spots and upper thighs in the correction. "Might be worth asking yourself why you're here, kid. Not just because O'Neill orchestrated it, was it?" He knew the man hadn't been involved when Sonia had gone to retrieve Michael, after all.

"I... I was being shot at!" Michael pointed out to Darius, still fighting, though it was slowing as he grew tired.

"Bullshit!" Sonia snorted. "If that was the only reason, you would have dumped me first chance you had, instead of staying with me and helping me."

"You didn't leave," Darius said calmly. "It's not the first time, either. You think I don't know you took a bullet for me? Do you think that didn't affect me?" He was still swatting as he spoke, keeping the smacks at the same force and speed.

"I was your body guard... ‘sposed to protect you..." Michael said, trying to make it seem like he hadn't chosen to do that because he actually cared about the other man. Admitting that would make any protest he made after useless.

"Yeah?" Darius' other hand moved to Michael's back, rubbing, almost as if he was doing so subconsciously. "Just as well you don't have your license anymore, cause that sort of dangerous shit? Is gonna stop."

Michael began to struggle anew at those words. "You can't tell me what to do!" he protested.

Darius shook his head. "You're really not making this any easier on yourself." He could feel the heat radiating from the younger man's bottom without even needing to touch, but continued to smack. "You might not like it, but you're here now. And I'd bet you aren't nearly as pissed off about this as you pretend. You lost one parent and got let down by the other. But that won't happen again."

"I..." Michael began, but found he couldn't continue. Darius was right. He wasn't as pissed off as he'd begun; he had lost a parent. And he'd been betrayed by the one he had left that he'd thought loved him. As much as he'd thought Sonia and Darius hated him, when push came to shove, they'd protected him as much as they were able. And they seemed to really want him. He had a chance for family again, as odd as it was. Plus, he was sore. And hadn't felt so helpless as when his mom had died. Nothing he'd done had gained him freedom from Darius. He was pathetic. Maybe it was time to give up. "I... I'm useless!" he ended up declaring, before slumping and beginning to cry, hard.

"No, my poor baby boy... you are not useless. We will prove that to you!" Sonia promised, before standing and retrieving one of the many bags she'd brought back. Opening it, she placed two bottles on the table next to Darius; a large bottle of aloe gel and another of bruise cream. "Take care of our baby boy! I will clean off the bed for his nap..." she ordered, before heading into the bunk area, the assumption Darius would listen obvious.

Picking up the bottles, Darius left Michael in position over his lap as he began to make use of the gel and cream, rubbing both into the younger man's bright red, heated bottom and thighs. "Your mother is right. And you won't have to worry about being alone, neglected, or betrayed again."

Michael's crying began to ease as Darius rubbed in the relieving gel and lotion. Giving a soft hiccup, he said, in a tiny voice, "Not a baby...." His voice was too tired and too childish to seem like he was actually attempting to argue... it was only done because of habit.

"You are ours," Darius replied frankly. "Mine and Sonia's. Our baby boy. And you have a family now." He continued to rub the gel and cream in, making sure no part of Michael's backside and thighs were left untreated.

Sonia chose that moment to return. Smiling at the site of Darius taking care of Michael, she said quietly, "Bring baby boy into our room for his nap."

Michael thought he should be offended, but he was too wrung out from events to protest any more.

Darius stood, lifting Michael carefully into his arms. It was a few moments' thought to remove the younger man's pants and underwear entirely. After all, he was fairly certain that his kid wouldn't want any material on his sore backside until he was recovered. Then, Darius carried Michael through to their room.

It took only a second for Michael to decide not to argue or fight his two parents. He hurt too much and was too emotionally raw to argue and it was entirely too easy to give in to what they wanted. When Sonia reached over to remove his shirt, leaving him completely naked, he just raised his arms silently to make it easier.

"Put him in the middle..." Sonia directed, pointing to the bed she and Darius shared. "We'll hold him between us. If he needs anything, we'll know immediately and can take care of him..." she said softly to her husband. She was fully prepared to baby her son.

Darius settled on the bed, moving Michael into the middle, between him and Sonia. He wrapped his arm around Michael, drawing his son in close against his side, while making it easy for Sonia to embrace him from her side.

"Go to sleep, baby boy..." Sonia directed, holding onto Michael from the other side.

To Michael's surprise, being between the two felt safe and more comfortable than he would have thought it would. Despite the ache of his backside, he was able to follow her command. Soon, he was asleep in his adoptive parents' arms.

"Maybe... he'll accept things now. Won't try and leave us..." Sonia whispered, looking at Darius over Michael's sleeping form.

"Yeah. And if he does, I'm fairly sure I've got a pair of handcuffs I can put on him till he calms down and listens," Darius commented, automatically tightening his arm around Michael.

Sonia grinned at that, then looked down toward Michael's backside. She winced. "Just tell him you'll spank him again and he'll probably behave. You didn't go easy on him..." she said softly, impressed at how red and swollen his bottom was.

"He wouldn't have submitted otherwise," Darius commented. "Will probably need some more of the gel and cream rubbed in. Maybe some ice from the cooler too."

"Yeah. Luckily, I also brought a small box freezer. There's two bags of ice in it currently," Sonia said.

"We'll see how he's feeling when he wakes up," Darius said.

"He seems so young and innocent when he's sleeping..." Sonia commented. "...And he obviously needs a papi just as much as he needs a mami. Look how he's shifting toward you!"

"Yeah, after the way his stepfather betrayed him...thinking you're right," Darius agreed. In response to Michael's shifting, he tightened his arm around the younger man. His son.

Sonia smiled again, snuggling close to her son.

Michael could hear them talking, but didn't feel the need to say anything in response to their words, instead pretending to be asleep. Hearing them discuss possible future spankings didn't bother him as much as he thought it might have. And they weren't wrong. Now that he'd given in and accepted that he wasn't getting out of the adoption, he realized he did need them as his parents. As odd as it seemed, and even though he'd been given no choice, he found he felt much more secure knowing that he was legally part of their family and they wanted him. After everything that had occurred, he needed that security.

The End