The Protector of children

Chapter seven: Life is full of disappointments.

A/N: I need to get an emo quote book if I going keep doing these chapter titles. And this wasn't that great of chapter to write either. But hey it's a update


Happy Birthday, Mary. My sweet little Mary. I baked this cake just for you and even bought you this pretty little dress.

Blow out the candles now. Make a wish first.

I said blow out your candles, Mary! We don’t want wax all over this pretty little cake, now do we? Mmmm?

Yes, that was very good Mary. What did you wish for? Come on, tell Papa what you wish for.

What? I can’t you. You need to speak up, sweetie? Oh, you wished that you didn’t have to turn thirteen. Well, isn’t that cute but Sweet Mary, we all have to grow up sometimes…..

All right! Everyone, let’s eat this delicious cake that Papa had made!

Now William and George, you will clean up the table while the others clean up the decoration. I have to take Miss Mary here down to the cellar for her big birthday gift.

Don’t sad, Mary. I promise that you will like this gift. I think it’s appropriate for an adult woman like yourself.

Give me your hand, these stars are so slippery. That’s it. I really think you would like this gift that I got just for you..

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The children cried and mourned for Sister Mary as they went about their chores. They all jumped and winced at the sound of the cellar door slamming. A few, mostly the older ones, remembered the story of a boy who was soon turning thirteen and tried to kill Papa before his birthday.

He was a stupid boy for even thinking that he had a chance. They even thought that he had some kind of a death wish for upsetting Papa all the time. Brother William had heard this story of the fiery redhead that fought back and idolized this boy for attempting such a thing against the man. He was now doing the same thing, fighting back and try to escape whenever he could.

Brother George looked up to see his brother with a gleam in his dark brown eyes. He tried to stop him but it was too late. The stupid boy had dropped all the plates that he had in his hands with a proud smirk on his face. Every single plate broke into many pieces.

Every child looked at the sight in fear. They heard Papa running up the stairs and the door slamming open with a bang. They saw Papa walking into the kitchen with angry glare in his eyes.

“Take that, you stupid son of a bitch!”

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He never thought that he would be cooking for two again since that time, he had tried to cook a romantic dinner for a cheating girlfriend. He only found out about the cheating when the prick called while she was in the bathroom, washing up for dinner.

That was one way to end a relationship of two years.

Of course, this wasn’t a romantic dinner for two but just two bowls of Chef Boyardee’s Spaghetti rings with meatballs in tomato sauce and two bottles of coke. It was warm and very easy to make. Also, it was all that he had without going into the deep unknown of the freezer side of the refrigerator. He swore that something had growled at him when he had open the door for some ice.

His dinner guest was still in the shower, taking his time and maybe all the hot water, making sure that none was left when he went for his own shower later on.

It still frightens him when he thinks about how blue that blonde was when he saw him sitting on that cold stoop with that defeated look in his moonstone eyes. Any longer, and that man would have frozen to death.

All though his sharp tongue, Travers could have done without but he rather have Bain alive. He had dibbs on killing him himself for all the caveman’s insults.

“I knew that you’re a straight man. Pasta in a can?” The stormy-eyed man looked up to see the exasperating blonde leaning against his open kitchen door with his wet blonde hair pulled back into a stubby little ponytail with a rubber-band that he had found.

“Well, would a gay man had done any better?” He tried so hard not to laugh at that fact that the smaller man looked like a brat trying to wear his daddy’s pajamas. Both shirt and pants were just barely hanging on to the bony shoulders and hips. It was the smallest pair that he had.

“Yeah, we would have picked a phone and called for Chinese. “ He walked in and sat in a fake wooden chair that was the closest. He propped an elbow on the matching table and slipped his chin on the heel of his palm.

Chesa just shrugged as he sat down in another chair. “It’s food, so it won’t kill ya.” It was then he noticed that the other’s man pale face looked a lot different.

Without all the piecings in his lips, nose and eyebrow, he looked almost like a regular high-school kid. Maybe a very grown middle-school.

“What?” The shocked look on the bigger man’s face was very unsetting. “I have something on my face?” He wiped his face to get rid of anything that must have gotten on his face when he went from the bathroom to the kitchen.

“Nothing. You just look different, even much cuter without all that metal on your face.” He never thought a grown man could blush but apparently they do since he felt his cheeks heated up when he had said the word ’cuter.’

Bain gave a smug little smirk as he poked around the bowl of pasta rings with a metal spoon. “So you think I am cute. Who would have thunk it?”

Jesus. Does he have to be so conceited, just because I called him cute. Travers thought as he shoved a spoonful of pasta and meatballs after spoonful in his mouth. Bain Just nibbled on the sandwich after dunking it in the tomato sauce all to the tips of his now bear fingers.

“Well, this is a great first date. Better then I had in a long time. Would be even better if you had some beer instead of coke.” Bain said after a long period of silence.

“Like you need more. A man of your size shouldn’t have that much alcoholic in one night.” A snot was given as a reply.

“But I would be a much better lay if I was as drunk as a fish.” He gave a curt laugh when he had heard the metal spoon hitting the hard bowl.

What? Caveman wasn’t expecting that? Oh dear.

“Are you serious? I am not about to take advantage of someone who is-”

“Like you can if you could. I almost broke your nose in our last little fist-fight. Being smaller means shit if you have the power to back it up.” Bain leaned back in his chair with his arms folded against his chest with a proud smirk on his face.

“I just figured that since I am wearing your pajamas, eating your food and bathed in your shower that you deserved a some kind of thank-you. I wasn’t talking about sex as in the actual action.” He tilted his head to the side. “ I meant like something around me using my mouth or hands on your little Chaze there. “

Poor Travers gulped when those blue-white eyes rolled down to stare at the part of the table that hid his lap from direct view. Dear God! We just had our first kiss not two hours ago and now he wants to that?! So soon?!

This was so not happening. Also must he always gets his name wrong? It’s that hard to pronounce!

Sensing the other man‘s distress, Bain moved his eyes to focus on a spot on the cabinet wall beside him and gave a little chuckle.

“You take things too literal, Chaze. I was just kidding around with you.” He took a drink of his cup and finally took a spoon to his offered meal. “You could, if you want, go have your shower now. I can handle being here without you.”

He couldn’t be sure but the dark-haired man thought that Bain’s voice just now was too put on to be genuine. But he’ll worried about it after a nice hot shower.

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Showers are the greatest! Especailly when they’re nice and hot on a winter’s night like tonight. Travers slipped into his bedroom to put on a pair of dark blue cotton lounge pants and a white wife-beater’s shirt before heading out into the other room where he heard the TV going and the blonde talking.

Alan must have called or he likes to talk back to the TV. He thought as he walked into the room. But he quickly came to a halt when he heard his name, still being pronounced wrong being said in the discussion.

“No. Me and Chaze are not going to sleep together tonight or any other night in the near future..”

Of course Alan would want to know about that. The pervert. But what did Bain mean about not sleeping together ever. Maybe when they get to know each other a little better and they know what they want from this relationship.

“Why? Because like I had said an hundred times before, he’s heterosexual and I’m not a chick. Just because we kiss a few times doesn’t mean a thing. He just did it of pity.”

Was he still thinking that shit? And no, he didn’t kiss him out of pity. It was because he wanted to. Didn’t he understood that when he had earlier said that he didn’t care if he wasn’t she?

“Alan, I am not discussing my love life with you on the phone at his place.”
“I’m happy having my sex life on life support, besides you know how easily jealous my hand gets when I pay attention to other people.”

Okay, enough is enough. It was time to for a talk. Maybe a beating if the little bastard was that stubborn. Which he was.

“Al-Alan. No, you will not put your nose in my personal business despite how many years that we had been friends. I could get-”

Travers, an pissed off Travers at that, had grabbed the little mint-colored phone and pressed ‘end’ before tossing it on a nearby chair. Then with both hands holding the shocked blonde’s face, he leaned down to give a very wet but passionate kiss to the ringless mouth.

He felt hands gripping tightly to his wrists but he didn’t care or stop till air was greatly needed, even then he didn’t let go of the smaller man.

“I’m not just into girls. I like guys too. It’s just that all of my partners had been chicks recently. So you can’t use that ‘oh, he’s straight.’ excuse any fucking more. Do we understand, Withers?” His stormy eyes turned almost black as he spoke.

The moonstone eyes looked away as the rest of the head nodded. “Now, let go of me. I don’t really like being man handle this way.” The smaller man growled, still avoiding the dark eyes that continue to stare at him

“Not yet. Also, I would like it to be known that I WANTED to kiss you because I like you, not because when you’re eight some sick fuck raped and beat you. If we just met on a normal circumstance, I would have at least try to know you. Even though you looked like a reject from Hot Topic and you never get my fucking name right.”

“Well, I would never wanted to get to know you. You stupid fucking caveman.” Having enough being yelled at like a child, He dug his nails in the other man‘s thick wrist but it seemed to have no effect whatsoever. “ Since day one, you have been getting on my fucking nerves and now you just got on my last damn one.” The moonstone eyes finally looked upon Travers, but instead of being fiery like his voice was, they were heavy with tears.

“And I’ll say your fucking shitty name any fucking way that I want! Now get the fuck off.” Travers could see the panic in the blonde’s features and it was just then he remembered that this man really didn’t like to be touch too much.

He had let go but didn’t move from where he stood. Instead, he sat down on the glass coffee table that was in front of his rather dingy faux green leather couch. Bain moved as far back as he could in his seat, pulling his knees up for protection and kept his eyes on the other man, waiting for any course of action.
“Okay, fine. You would have never spoken to me if things were different. But since we are here and all, might as well get a few things straight.” He ignored the scoffed that was given when he had said the word ‘straight’.

“One, we are now in what it is called the land of no return.” A finger was held up as he counted off. “We had now acknowledge our feelings for one and other and we won’t take them back because someone here is a stubborn ass.”

“Two.” A second finger now joined the first. “The reason that I was upset earlier when you had started talking about having sex together tonight was that I just thought it was way too earlier to start thinking that. I just wanted us to get to know each other better before hand. I will refuse to have an one night stand with you or just become a regular fuck-buddy like you have with Alan.”

“But it’s not like that between-”

Travers cut Bain off. “Don’t care but that’s brings us to point number three.” Another finger had joined the first two. “You will have a monogamous relationship with me. I am very territorial and refused to share with anybody.”

“Caveman.” The blonde muttered but the comment was ignored as the dark-haired man continue on.

“I’ll be just a faithful to you. I won’t go after other people while I am with you.” The fourth and last finger went up as he made his last point. “Point four, you will either call me by a much better petname or learn to say my name right. “Caveman’ isn’t cutting it with me.”

“But it fits you so perfectly. After all, you’re so big and muscular and so stupid.” Well, at least he wasn’t panicky anymore. But must he have such a smart mouth?! “Tell me again, why I would agree to all this? Just because you said too?”

Travers rubbed his forehead, feeling an headache coming one. One always does after speaking to this snotty little bastard.

“Because that’s how it’s going to be. So deal with it. Now.” The dark-haired man picked up the remote and turned off the TV that has been playing in the background all this time. “Time for bed. And no, you will not sleep on the damn sofa.” He beaten the other’s mouth before he had a chance to say something.

The moonstone eyes narrowed in to an angry glare as the ringless mouth pursed up in protest along with his arms folded against his chest. “Yes, I am cause I refused to sleep in any bed. Especailly with you in it.”

The stormy eyes mirrored the ones before them as the bigger man leaned forward till their noses almost touch.

“Oh, yes you are. Even I have to hold you all night.” If things weren’t different and these two weren’t so thick headed, that statement could have been a good thing.

Of course, with things being as they are and these two were so thick headed. This happen.

“Fuck. You.” Bain said, unaffected by the larger man’s glare.

“Fine. Let’s keeping doing this the hard way.” Was all the warning that the blonde was going to have before Travers stood up and then picked him and tossed him over his shoulder,

Throughout the entire trip into the bedroom, Bain had hit and kicked the caveman bastard’s back and front and yelled obesities worse then a sailor would ever had before being tossed roughly on his back on the king sized grey and blue bed.

As soon his back touched the soft bed underneath, the blonde man tried to get off of it as dark memories began to cloud his mind. Cheza quickly slide on behind him and wrapped his arms tightly but softly around the frighten squirming man.

“Shh. Baby. Shh. I won’t do anything but just lay right here with you. Just relax.” He whispered while he pulled the comforter and bed sheets over their two bodies.

“Let me go, you bastard!” In a panic, Bain kicked and squirmed but the other man was twice as strong as he was.

Travers had let his new boyfriend continue to try to get out of the bed till the poor man just fell asleep in pure exhaustion. He didn’t remove his arms at any time while the small blonde fought or even after he too fell asleep.

It may be cruel this way but for Bain to get over his fears, it was necessary to be tough and firm with him. It was the only to anything though his thick-skull half the time.

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Slone the dog says: Doggy biscuits for all that reviewed so far! And if you reveiw for this chapter, you will get more. And Why is that big human hurting my poor little master? Just wait, I'll bite in the ass again in the next chapter!