Magic Touch

Magic Touch Magic Touch   By Amanda and Tenchi Kaze   Chapter Three   In the days that followed, Mira's life formed a pattern. He would wake up, eat with Dorian, attend his classes, and then proceed to the back of the building for his daily beating. As he had suspected, it did worsen over time. Every day he returned to the dorm with bigger, more numerous injuries. Dorian cared for him each time, acting as a medic for his injured friend. Although his professors questioned his injuries, Mira always had some excuse, and told everyone that he was getting in fights off-campus. It was assumed that it was due to his depression, but he refused all help.   Finally, after more than a week of this, things were about to get much worse.   Mira headed outside one rainy afternoon, prepared for another hour or so of physical torture. He waited under the cherry tree for Altair, growing soaked as the rain continued. His body was sore, and he leaned against the tree for some support. He was still a little off-balance from the last "session".   Without any sort of ceremony, Altair walked out to the cherry tree, a large black umbrella over his head to keep him dry. "Well, aren't you the lucky one. Today you get to be hurt and wet. Isn't that great?" said Altair, speaking in a way that Mira had learned to answer without question.   "I like the rain," Mira replied softly. "...Besides, the water will probably make my wounds sting less." Altair frowned. "Cheh, well that's no good. Your suffering isn't supposed to be eased... I know, we'll go to the storm shelter. There you'll be dry, and no one ever goes in there except for when tornadoes hit," said the bully, roughly grabbing Mira's wrist and dragging the boy after him further away from the school until they reached a large metal door in the ground.   "What are you going to do? Throw me down the stairs?" Mira asked, a hint of anger in his voice. "You've already done everything else." He glared at Altair, focusing his bloodshot stare on the bully.   Altair growled low in his throat, using his magic to undo the lock, open the door, and doing exactly that. "I wouldn't talk back if I were you!" he snapped, walking down the stairs and closing the door after him. He flicked on a lightswitch, illuminating a single bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling.   'Leave it to me to give him more ideas,' Mira thought, now splayed out on the cold floor on his stomach. He decided that this time it might be better to keep his mouth shut. He flattened himself on the floor, head turned to one side, and tried to block out everything for the moment. p; "p; "Hm, not bad," said Altair, looking at their surroundings. "Hard walls, enough space to hold the entire school population, nice and cold... I may have to bring you down here for our sessions more often, whether it's raining or not." Altair sat down on Mira's back as if the boy were a cushion, continuing to look at the large area of the storm shelter.   "I thought you'd say that," Mira snarled, unable to keep himself from replying. Being used as a chair by the bully was about as bad as being stuck in the cellar. "It seems like your kind of place."   Altair raised an eyebrow, putting more pressure onto Mira's back by leaning back with his hands, pressing the heels hard against the spots he had learned were sensitive on Mira's back. "Are you implying something, brat?"   "Maybe," Mira replied, wincing as Altair's hands dug into his back. It hurt even more due to the fact that he was pressing down on the bruises he had given Mira the day before.   "Why you little...!" Altair cut off his sentence there, standing up and kicking MIra against the wall, hard. "I thought I told you not to talk back, you shit!" he yelled, kicking him in the gut several times.   Instead of simply doubling over as he normally did, Mira gathered all his strength and leapt forward, smashing into Altair as hard as he could. He rammed the other boy with one shoulder, driving him back. "Screw you, Altair," he said, bringing his arm back and preparing to deliver a punch to the bully's face.   Altair cried out, not expecting the retalition and because he was unused to being physically hurt. He only just rolled away as Mira's fist flew by him, missing by mere millimeters. "Hey, what the fu-?!" Altair was interrupted by another unexpected hit, this time by Mira's other hand as it connected with his chest.   Mira continued to pummel Altair, striking him in the face, chest, and stomach repeatedly. Each hit was fueled by rage, and he was swinging his fists blindly, trying to get some good hits. He found himself growing excited; he was actually beating down the bully! Giving Altair a taste of what he did to him every day was all too satisfying to Mira.   For all his knowledge of how to hit and dodge, Altair was lousy at defense. He had never needed it before, and so never practiced it. Now he was feeling that throuroughly, crying out every time Mira hit him. With every blow, a heat grew inside Altair's chest. 'It hurts. It hurts again...' he thought, the pain rising inside of him. Suddenly, Altair had begun to glow white all over, gritting his teeth together and his eyes clenched shut.   "What the hell?" Mira backed up, pausing in his attack for a moment. He was utterly shocked that Altair had started to glow, and he had a feeling that he was about to be on the wrong end of something very unpleasant.   "You..." Altair hissed with pain, eyes opening and focusing on Mira. "You... BACK OFF! " And with that, a white hot ball of energy formed around the taller, glowing boy, and began to expand faster than two blinks of an eye until it had swallowed up Mira.   Mira screamed as the light surrounded him. Although he could see no actual damage yet, it felt like his entire body was burning up, falling to ashes as he stood. "What are you doing?!" he cried.   There was no answer, only the intensifying heat of the white energy surrounding Mira. It seemed to go on forever, until the light seemed to condense around Mira. His mouth opened, but no sound came as the ball of energy suddenly exploded, throwing him back into the wall with immense force. He fell to the floor, knocked unconscious by the stunning blow. He didn't move, lying on his back, perfectly still.   Finally, the light from what had been the ball dissapated, and the glow around Altair ebbed away. Hesitantly, the tall boy stood, looking over at the fallen form of Mira on the other side of the room. Just looking at the other boy, Altair felt angry. Angry because someone who should have been a weakling had hurt him. "You're not going to hurt me again, brat..." he growled, stalking over to Mira and starting to roughly pull off the unconscious boy's clothes...   The first thing Mira noticed when he came to was the cold. Goosebumps covered his skin, and he hugged himself to ward off a chill. His eyes widened when he realized that he was completely naked, his uniform gone and his hair undone and spread across the floor. But the thing that really shocked him was the sight of Altair's form, partially in shadow as he bent over his victim. "What the hell is going on?" Mira demanded, a hint of fear creeping into his voice.   "I think you should be able to figure that out pretty damn fast..." whispered Altair dangerously, a wicked grin spread across his face as he moved more into the light, revealing that he too was nude, and that he was very, very aroused.   Mira immediately clenched his legs shut, his expression turning to one of horrified surprise. "...Oh my God. You can't be serious!" He tried to slide back, away from his assailant, and panicked when his back hit the wall. "There's no way that I'd ever--!"   "That you'd ever what?" the orange haired boy hissed, taking Mira's hips in a death grip and flipping the other boy over on his front, hard. "Ever what, huh?!" Altair yelled, his erect penis- covered in saliva -only inches away from Mira's hole.   "I'd NEVER do anything like this with you!" Mira screamed, fighting to turn himself back over. "Let go of me, you bastard!" He reached back, grabbing for Altair's arms in hopes that he could force the boy to let go.   "Hm, let me think... no." Altair said no more, his grin growing wider as he plunged into Mira as hard as he could.   "Noooooo!" Mira shrieked, every muscle tensing and tightening in that very instant. Even the slight bit of preparation Altair had performed was uss; ts; the penetration hurt like nothing he had ever felt. The bully was big, and Mira swore he could feel flesh tearing as Altair's cock forced itself deeper into his hole. His fingernails scraped across the floor as he tried in vain to pull himself away. "STOP IT! FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING SACRED, STOP HURTING ME!"   "NO!" Altair screamed practically in Mira's ear as he impaled himself into the boy as far as he could go. "I won't stop! I CAN'T stop! This is my vengeance." Altair began thrusting intensely, grinding his teeth together as he blocked out all the pain he normally would have gotten from fucking someone with so little preparation.   "You've done enough!" Mira cried, beginning to weep. "Oh, God, you've done enough to me..." His pale frame shook with sobs as he continued his attempts to escape, crying out with every thrust. Several times, he tried to knock Altair's hands from his hips, succeeding with one hand, but only for an instant.   "Gods, your screaming is so fuckin' annoying!" Altair yelled, pulling out roughly, his length still throbbing, unsatisfied. "Would you just. Shut! Up!" The bully grabbed Mira's shoulders before the other boy could wriggle away, forcing the boy toward his crotch. "Open your mouth!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the shelter.   : Mira turned his head, refusing to look at Altair. His mouth was clamped shut, and he wouldn't open it for anything, not even to respond to Altair's order. He simply shook his head "no" furiously.   "Oh fuck, I'll just make you," said Altair, pressing the tip of his pulsing cock against Mira's sealed lips, pushing against them fiercly until, finally, he had pushed passed them and into Mira's mouth.   The boy gagged as Altair's length went to the back of his throat, his suffering increasing as a few drops of pre-cum hit his tongue. He opened his mouth as wide as possible, not wanting to close his lips around the disgusting member.   For what seemed like eternity, Altair fucked Mira through the mouth, sliding his length against the boy's tongue whether the boy like it or not. "That's right, just take it like a man!" Altair said, laughing in an almost deranged manner.   Panicked, Mira bit down hard as Altair slid deeper into his mouth, unable to think of anything else to do. He hoped that his teeth would cut through the flesh, even just a little.   Altair screeched, but only pushed further in at this. "You remember what happened last time you tried something like that, don't you?" he sneered, pressing the tip of his length right against the back of Mira's throat.   Mira choked on the hard member, reaching for his throat with both hands. A muffled cough escaped him, and his eyes grew wide with terror. He started gasping, his nails digging into his neck as he attempted to force air into his lungs.   Luckily for Mira, Altair was finally climaxing, letting out a long, satisfied sigh as he released his hot seed down Mira's throat, withdrawing soon afterward. "Felt good..." he mumbled to himself, a mean grin on his face as he reached over a little ways and grabbed the pile of dark and light blue fabric that was his school uniform.   Mira remained on his knees on the floor, his hands still around his neck. He coughed violently, cum dribbling from his lips. Tears were drying on his cheeks, forming salt tracks that mingled with the seed dripping down his chin.   Altair paid Mira no more attention as he cleaned himself up somewhat and put his clothing back on. He said no more as he started to climb the stairs out of the shelter.   Mira grasped his head in his hands, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't even begin to think of what would be awaiting him the next day. He stayed slumped in the cellar, shaking his head.   Mira spent a long time sitting in the cellar, cold and nauseous. Finally, he managed to rouse himself, standing and slowly walking up the stairs to open the cellar door. Evening had already fallen, and the sky was speckled with stars. Unable to locate his uniform, he wandered out of the cellar naked, walking across the grass toward the dorms.   ******   Meanwhile, up in the dorms, Dorian gasped as he caught sight of a naked person he was sure to be Mira stumbling toward the school. Ever since dark had fallen, the purple-haired boy had been watching out the window for any sign of Mira's return. He bit his lip in anger, watching as Mira entered the building. 'Altair... what have you done to him this time?'   Minutes later, the door to his room opened. Mira stared at Dorian with bloodshot eyes, weak and covered in seed. Tears filled his eyes, and he was spattered with blood from various wounds. He almost fell as he entered, his eyes rolling back in his head as he stumbled into the room.   "MIRA!' Dorian cried, catching the other boy before he fell. "Oh gods, I knew that he was hurting you worse every day, but what on Earth has he done now?!" he exclaimed, practically carrying Mira over to the bed and laying him down.   "He made me..." Mira looked away from his roommate, not wanting to say it. "Altair... he was in me. And in my mouth..." He coughed, the taste of the white, sticky liquid still strong in his mouth.   There were the beginnings of tears building in Dorian's eyes as he just stared at Mira in shock. "He did... he..." The boy's eyes were wide with disbelief. "Mira, I don't care what kind of arrangement you made with him. You have GOT to tell an adult about this! A professor, the headmaster! Hell, even the janitor is better than no one!"   "They wouldn't believe me," Mira replied. "Altair said so himself... he doesn't look the type. And the professors all like him. If I told them, they would think I was lying to get sympathy for myself..." "I don't care! I'll back you up! I'll do anything, just so long as he stops hurting you so bad!" Dorian cried, the hot tears beginning to fall down his cheeks.   "I just won't go to the back of the school anymore. I'll tell him the deal's off." Mira looked up at Dorian, frowning. "I don't need you to get into this mess with me."   "Still..." Dorian choked, wiping away his tears. "It's all just so horrible. I'm glad that you're not going back there anymore, but I still wish that Altair would be brought more punishment for what he did to you..."   "Don't worry about it," Mira muttered, getting to his feet and heading for the bathroom. "Right now, all I want to worry about is getting cleaned up."   "Okay..." Dorian said quietly, laying down where Mira had been. "You'll be okay soon, right?"   "I should think so," Mira replied, his voice oddly devoid of any emotion. He entered the bathroom and closed the door, starting to run a bath for himself. As the water ran, he thought over Dorian's words. How could he "be okay" with anything, or come to terms with it anymore? The rape was just one more horror to add to his already long list of things that made him miserable.   As Mira was about to step into the water, a strange thought struck him. Why did he have to go through a living Hell each day? Wasn't there a better way? He paused, his toes almost touching the water.   'There must be a better way,' he thought, turning towards the medicine cabinet. He opened it, rifling through the various bottles and such. 'But... what can I...' His eyes lit upon a straight razor, Dorian's razor, and he suddenly had an answer.   He picked it up, watching his reflection in the gleaming metal as he sat in the tub. He lifted one arm, wrist up, and stared blankly at it for a moment. Then he slowly brought the razor in his other hand down on his wrist, not hard enough to cut him, but enough that he could feel the weight of it on his skin.   He took a deep breath, just about to pull it across, when it suddenly slipped from his fingers. He grabbed for it in midair, thinking that he might have dropped it. Then he saw that it was floating in the air, really floating, at the level of his chest. It simply hung there, as if dangling from a string.   Mira could only stare at the razor in shock, wondering what was going on. After a moment, he decided to try something. He pointed to his hand, whispering nervously, "Come... come over here." The razor obediently floated into his hand, and he blinked. He was the one causing it to float! "But how... am I actually using magic?" he gasped aloud, looking at the blade he held in his fingers.   Dorian's ears perked up when he heard Mira through the door. "Huh? Magic?" the boy wondered, puzzled. He pushed himself off the bed and walked quickly over to the bath doo door, finding that Mira had left it unlocked. "Mira, what's going on?" he asked, seeing the naked boy holding the razor in his hands.   "Huh?" Mira jumped, dropping the razor into the water. "N-nothing. I was just...um..." He pretended to be busy looking for the blade he had dropped, avoiding the question.   "Mira, you weren't trying to..." Dorian was hesitant to finish the sentence, but it was hard to ignore the look on Mira's face and the tone of his voice. They both seemed to say that he hadn't just been trying to shave. "...kill yourself, were you?"   "So what if I was?" Mira replied, suddenly angry. He found the razor again, and set it on the side of the tub with a snarl. "Not living is looking better and better every day." He looked at Dorian, his eyes full of rage. "You don't know what it's like!" His gaze softened abruptly, his lip beginning to tremble. "You... you just don't know!"   "Mira, I..." Dorian was lost for words, unsure of what to say about something like this. He was silent for a few moments before softly saying, "I'm sorry."   Tears were running down Mira's cheeks now, as they had earlier. "You... have no idea," he said softly, burying his head in his hands. "Dorian, I want this to stop. I can't take it anymore! But... I can't do anything, knowing that no one will believe me. It's useless..." He sobbed, his chest heaving. "Oh gods, how am I gonna get over this?..."   "I really don't know..." said Dorian, putting a hand to his head. "I want to help you somehow, but I just don't know how. Other than patching you up a bit and offering a little comfort... I feel like a pretty useless friend."   Mira stood, stepping out of the tub. He took a hold of Dorian's shoulders, shaking him gently. "Stop it... don't say that," he said, looking into Dorian's eyes. "You've done nothing but help me, Dorian. All I want from you now is for you to not leave me alone. Just stay near me, as long as you can." He swallowed. "You're my best friend, and I still... I still need to know that someone's there for me."   Dorian's cheeks turned light pink of their own accord, and he said, "...I think I can do that. I'd never give up on being your friend, ever."   "Thank you," Mira whispered, wrapping his arms around his friend. "For everything." Then he stepped away, entering the water again. "I guess I should get serious about washing up before the water gets cold."   "Right. No one likes a cold bath," said Dorian, trying to force a small smile. "I'll go make us a nice hot supper, okay?"   "Sure. I'll be out in about ten or fifteen minutes," Mira replied, smiling a little.   Dorian nodded toward his friend, closing the door behind him as he went to the kitchen to make some soup.