Eleven Forty Seven

Eleven forty Seven
Chapter 1

Sebastian sat in the leather chair that faced away from the counselors desk. the trial was over, his life was over. Eric was gone. Why couldn’t anybody understand? Pain still raked his body with every movement. The doctors said the scars on his back and side would probably never really go away. Hadn’t he been though enough torture already?

Dr. Roberts came in quietly and sat down at her desk. She looked about 35, Sebastian always found it rude to ask age related questions. Not that it mattered much. She had shoulder length curly red hair, held back by bobby pins and little butterfly clips. “Hello Sebastian, you’re here early.” she mentioned. She always tried to make her voice sound soothing, but it never really was.

Sebastian sighed, and moved around in his seat a bit, “I know. I needed a place to think, I guess.” Sebastian raised his hands and held them in the air for a moment before placing them behind his head. “Mom wants me to talk about him, wants me to say that he did it. I can’t… I can’t do that.” A small sigh escaped his lips as he closed his eyes. “I can’t. The thought that he might have done it. I don’t… I don’t want to believe it.” He hoped she would understand, he could hear her pen scrapping across paper, jotting down notes in hope that she could find a way to put him on anti-depressants, or Prozac or something. He’d been here since the day he got out of the hospital, he was beginning to figure out how it all worked.

Dr. Roberts stopped writing and looked at the young man sitting in the lounging chair. “Sebastian, we’ve talked a lot about the… assault…”

“Rape.” Sebastian bit back, “It was rape, you can call it rape, because that’s what happened. I stood alone in a back ally, and got rapped because of it! Now the whole world thinks it was my Eric, when it wasn’t! Fuck, Why can’t you people understand that? I’m not a child, I am coping with it just fine! It’s you people, being so fucking worried about how I’ll react that’s making this so fucking hard! Call it Rape!”

“Okay, Sebastian.” Dr. Roberts replied coolly, hoping to sooth the young man. “We have talked quite a bit about the rape, and how you felt. We’ve talked about the court case, about your stay in the hospital. Perhaps, you could tell me some more about your relationship with Eric. Can you do that?”

Sebastian sighed again, for what seemed like the fiftieth time in short hour since he’d arrived. He hated Dr. Roberts, she thought she could fix him, put him on some pills, tell him to get some sleep, and in the morning he’d be just fine. Well, it didn’t work like that. Nothing ever did. His life, his soul mate, was locked away in prison, rotting for a crime he didn’t commit, and no amount of pills could fix that.

“Our relationship? What about it? We were perfect, he loved me, ever since the day we met I knew that he would be mine.” Sebastian leaned back more, stretching out and closing his eyes as he talked.

“Well, lets start with that then, how did you two meet?” Dr. Roberts inquired.

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Kyle jumped into my room with a small smirk on his face, “Guess what we’re doing tonight.” He giggled in a sing-song voice. Moving slowly he came and sat on the edge of my bed. “C’mon, guess.” By now his smirk had grown into a full fledged smile and he was leaning forward so far I thought he might fall flat on his face. His blue eyes shone with mischief.

A smile started forming on my own face, and I knew it looked just like his. Being twins, as well as best friends, I had a fairly good idea. “Sneaking out, tricking Jason into buying us vodka, and going party crashing?” I replied in a very similar sing-song voice. “What should I wear?” I asked standing up and spinning around until I faced my full length mirror. My dark brown hair was held back by a blue and black flame bandanna, and small black bobby pins.

“Something swanky.” Kyle replied coming up behind me and looking over my shoulder at our reflection. We are mirror image twins. While I’m right handed, he’s left handed. other than that, we’re exactly the same, well, except when it comes to clothing.

Kyle’s wardrobe consists of baggy jeans, button up shirts and black t-shirts, and skater shoes. He is the ultimate ‘bad boy’ in our school, and the black sheep of the family. Not that it really matters. I’m a black sheep too, in my own way.

We’re both gay, we both love it and play it to it’s full extent, and make sure everybody knows it. My wardrobe is colourful, high class, expensive; white leather, silk, anything that sparkles, glimmers, or shines.

“Everything I own is swanky.” I shot back at him through the mirror. Right now I was wearing a pink silk button up shirt, shiny silver vinyl bondage pants, and a tight white leather trench coat. I looked hot, rich, gay, and totally fuckable. Not that I’m bragging, it’s just the truth. Ask anyone and they’ll tell you I’m one of the best fucks around.

Me and Kyle are the ultimate team, when we show up at a party, shit goes flying. Life was handed to us on a silver platter, popular, sexy, hardcore. We did everything to it’s fullest extent and nothing could stop us. We were the first to go cliff jumping over ravines and streams, off seven foot drops into sand pits and trees. And it doesn’t stop there. We get high off adrenaline, we don’t need drugs, not that we haven’t done them. Coke, eX, special K… you name it, we’ve tried it.

Kyle smirked at me again, before jumping into my closet and rummaging through my shirts. “Hmm, how bout this?” He asked holding up a tight, blue muscle shirt with black ribbons lacing through the sides. “It’s swanky, tight, and we both know you look totally hot in in. Match it up with those white bondage pants, the ones with the skirt attached, and some arm warmers, your leather. You’ll be so tight, kid. you‘re getting laid, for fucking sure!”

I had to laugh, he was right. If I wanted to get laid, I got it. Show a little skin, do a little dance, and bam they had their legs spread. I smirked as Kyle began digging through my dresser to find my pants, “Your right, bro. I haven’t gotten laid in a while, looks like I might need it.” I pulled my bandanna from my hair and shook my head, making it fall unceremoniously into my eyes. “Have I really been that uptight lately though?” I had to ask as he finally found my pants.

“Yes, you have.” He said as he tossed them on my bed. “I’m gonna go get ready, I’ll need you to do my eyeliner and shit though, kay?” he mentioned as he walked out of the room. Grabbing his skateboard on the way. “Mom’ll be gone in about an hour, so get your ass ready. We’re gonna leave right after she’s gone.”

“Right, right.” I closed my door, and began stripping off clothes, and tossing them into my hamper. “Hey, Get back here for a second.” I called down the hallway. I sighed when he didn’t answer, and put my pants back on to begin my trek to his room.

“Man,” I said as I walked in. “Who’s party is it?” I asked as he looked up at me from his spot on the floor. he too wearing nothing but pants. I closed the door behind me and stepped in a bit more. “I’m not fuckin going back to Mikkie's. The guys a creep.”

Kyle stood up and smirked at me, “Don’t worry, kid. Mikkie got caught after his last party. Besides, you actually think I’d let that pervy perv close to you? Not a damn chance.” He laughed as he stood up. “So now it’s your turn to help me, what should I wear?” he stood with one hand on his hip, the other rubbing his goatee idly as he chewed on his left lip ring. As his twin, I’m allowed to say he looks cute when he’s deep in thought.

“Alright, I can play queer eye for the queer guy. Let’s see…” I muttered as I dug through his closet. jeans, more jeans, and Ah! there they are. Quickly I pulled out the black and purple raver pants I got him for our birthday. “How ‘bout these, a black muscle shirt, and your leather trench? Grab a few glow sticks, and I think we’re set.” I supplied as I tossed him the pants. “Now, it’s your turn to hurry up.”

Half an hour later we were dressed, had our make-up on, and were more than ready to start heading out. Unfortunately, mom still hadn’t left. “Hey, bro. Call Jason and make sure he’s ready.” I mentioned slapping his leg.

“Right, What’s his number again?” He asked as he stood up. He had his hair spiked up with glitter gel, so anytime he moved the light caught on the little shapes and sent small rainbows dancing around the room.

“Hmm, his cell is eight, eight, six, four; I think.” neither of us can remember his home number. The guy lives on his cell, and pay phones. Don’t ask why, you probably don’t want to know, I don’t even want to know; and that’s saying a lot.

Jason is our best and closest friend, but to say the guy is fubar’d would be an understatement. When he was 15 his sister committed suicide, and left a note saying it was his fault. After that his dad left, and his mother started drinking, all the while, still saying it was his fault. The kid got fucked over. He is what society calls a ‘functional druggie’. He goes to work at a nice, well paying job, he has a daughter who is three, his girlfriend is amazing, but he lives on heroin. He functions on heroin. He’s never asked me or Kyle to try it, in fact he declared that if we ever did try the stuff, he’d have us locked up in a fuckin second. He’s a good friend. He’s a great father, but he’s perpetually stoned off his gourd.

“Yep, he’ll be here in twenty minutes. Won’t come in ‘till mom’s gone though.” He informed me as he walked back into the living room and flopped down beside me on the couch. “You sure we want Vodka?” He asked glancing at me from the corner of his eye.

I smirked, “Yes, I’m sure. Well.. actually. Not really. I think I’ll get mike’s hard crisp apple•. That shit’s good.” I decided.

Kyle laughed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, “Kid, we are going to be so fucked tonight. hopefully in more ways than one. Especially you.” He added nodding at me approvingly.

A lot of people used to get turned off by my and Kyle’s relationship, thinking it was all twincest or some equally fucked up shit, but it’s not. We’re best friends, and we’re gay. It’s in our blood to give kudos to equally good looking gay guys. It just so happens that Kyle and I are very attractive and are comfortable enough to give each other kudos, rather than trying to fight over it.

Together we beat the ever living shit out of one fucked up prick that wanted to watch us make out. He was seemingly oblivious to the fact that we don’t swing like that. His face was broken by the time we got finished. Honestly, if there’s one thing we like better than fucking, it’s fighting. We’re good at it. People stopped fucking with us when they found that out. No one has mentioned twincest around us since. Not even the fag hags who seem to think it’s their right to watch hot gay guys make out and take pictures.

Watching gay’s make out is not a right, it’s a privilege, with us anyway. I’m not opposed to having somebody watch me fuck a lay at a party. In fact, if I’m in the right mood, they can even bring cameras. But if some skank walks up to me in a party and asks me to make out with the hot guy sitting next to me, she gets her drunk ass pushed over the couch, and I go back to sitting down. Kyle is much the same way.

“Alright boy’s, I’m off to work. Be good.” Mom called from the kitchen just before I heard the door open and close.

Three minutes later Jason bound into the house. “You fucker’s ready to play?” He asked, jingling his car keys and smiling. “I need to grab a hit before we run to the party, and my dealers got a damn tight schedule. so get your asses off the couch and into the car before I shoot you.”


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AN: Hope you all like this chapter as much as you seemed to like the last one. ☺ Your reviews mean a lot, so keep ‘em coming!

• I do not own mikes hard crisp apple, I just drink it, and it’s good. but underage drinking is BAD bad… (my mom made me say that)-_-;

luckeme - Thank you so much for that awesome review! and, like you said, I moved it into the slash section. I’m really glad your enjoying it! and don’t worry, you’ll get all the nitty gritty details *wink*

CaFFy - *wink* I’m glad your liking it! As of yet, we’re not even sure if the relationship was actually abusive, or if Eric and Sebastian were just in a bad place at a bad time. Thanks for the review!

jono - That is indeed the question! Read and find out! *smile* thanks fer the review, I’m glad your liking the story!