Free switched by Desconhecido(a)

learn some manners.”
    “Are you real?” The man was insane.
    One eyebrow went up, and then his arm was grabbed again and he was dragged back into the room where he’d first found himself in Sebastian’s body.
    “What the fuck are you doing ?” He fought, pulling, struggling. Stupid Sebastian. Stupid weak Sebastian.
    “Getting you out of my hair,” growled Sebastian’s bear of a man.
    Gus put him in a headlock, wrapped a length of leather around his wrists and then strung him up from that damned hook.
    “Let me go, you bastard ! We have to figure a way out of this! We have to go get Walt.” The man was insane.
    “I will.”
    Gus went over to a dresser that was pushed up against the wall, opening one of the drawers and pulled something out. The next thing he knew, a ball gag was being pushed into his mouth, Gus tying it tightly around his head.
    “Ah. Peace and quiet. Now maybe I can do something about this.”
    And with that, Gus walked out.
    Mother fucker !
    Coby tugged at the leather, growling low as it just tightened. Damn it straight to hell.
    He started twisting, turning, working the hook loose, then using his body to unscrew it. When he got it down he was burying the fucking hook in the back of big, bad and ugly’s skull.
    He almost had the fucker loose, too, when fucking Gus walked back in, black shirt and pants almost respectable. “What the fuck are you doing?”
    Gus growled and went back to that damned dresser, pulling out a pair of cuffs. The big guy got them around his wrists, making sure they were good and tight before unhooking his hands and attaching them to chains -- fucking chains , what the fuck had Sebastian gotten himself into? -- that hung from the ceiling.
    “Stay fucking put, Jacob. You need to learn some respect.”
    His eyes went wide and he growled. Oh, just wait until he got loose. He’d show the big prick respect.
    “I’ve called in some favors. We’ve got a travel pass, but we can’t leave until next month. And before you get your nose out joint, the usual wait is six months. We’ll be traveling by train in a private car -- seven weeks altogether, as long as nothing breaks down.”
    Gus glared at him. “I’m going to take the gag out, but you give me any more guff and it goes right back in.”
    His growling was derailed by the thought. Seven weeks?
    Oh, his poor Walt.
    The gag came out. “I’ve let Bastian know. No one answered the phone at your place so I left a message. I hope they’re all right. And I don’t like it any more than you do, but I pulled in every favor I had.”
    “Walt won’t last seven weeks. I know Sebastian. He won’t be able to handle it.”
    “He hasn’t much choice, Jacob. And Bastian is far stronger than you know. You think being a sub is all about weakness?”
    He rolled his eyes. “I’m not talking about a sub. I’m talking about my brother.”
    Gus was back to glaring, arms crossed, back stiff. “Bastian is not weak. What’s wrong with your Walt that he needs to be handled ?”
    “Nothing’s wrong with him. He just... He needs someone strong to focus on.” He held out his... Bastian’s... hands. “Untie me.”
    “I don’t think so.” Gus looked smug. “I think you need to learn what it’s like to walk a few weeks in Bastian’s shoes.” Gus leaned in close. “You’re traveling as him after all, and he’s listed as my sub in our papers. We’re legal.”
    Coby’s eyes went wide. “Legal? You took him on a permanent basis?”
    “We took each other. Yes.”
    “Why?” Sebastian was a little whiner at best, and a royal pain in the ass all the rest of the time.
    “I don’t know that it is any of your business, Jacob, but I will let you earn the right to ask me questions about the nature of my relationship with your twin.”
    His eyebrow rose up. “Excuse me?”
    “No, I don’t believe I shall excuse you. From now on, you will be punished for every infraction, every time you talk back to me or disobey me. You will