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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,963
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
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Chapter 9
AN: Urgh. Still few reviews. -.- Sorry about the lack of updating. I'm so busy. I'm not even making my bedtime (yes, I have a damned bedtime- no, I'm not young) anymore. School's getting crazy because it's the end of the semester. Hopefully, in may, if I have the opportunity, I'll be updating once a week. But, we'll have to wait and see. FEED MY MUSE!
Reviewers:
Kolgrim: Thanks for the review! Yeah, they're not gonna let poor Lucas alone for a bit. He's too pretty. Thank you for helping to feed my muse, he's kinda in the corner starving.
Jess: Thanks for the review, much appreciated. I'm kinda amazed, this is the longest any of my posted stories have been, so I'm proud of it. ^_^
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lucas’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was all over school the next day. Something had happened to Daniel. No-one liked the two bullies, but they were always together so everyone knew the instant Daniel was not there with Charlie that something was wrong. Very few kids had the nerve to ask Charlie what had happened, but someone eventually did and the rumors spread like flies.
The one that reached my ear was one that I hoped was only a rumor- Someone had broken into the house while they were sleeping, and Daniel had been raped. I could see my lover breaking into the house, but not raping him, so I shrugged off the rumor, a little relieved in knowing that nothing was going to happen to me that day.
I went through most of the day without incident, which was nice; I did not have to look over my shoulder every time I went somewhere, any time I went to the rest room. I should have known that the safety was short-lived. I was sent to go give some papers to another teacher. While in the hallway, returning from dropping off the papers, I was shoved forward into some lockers. With a grunt of pain, I turned to face my attacker—none other than Charlie.
He grabbed my throat, leaning forward. “You little fuck….” He hissed, “Told your fuckin’ boyfriend about us, did you?” A fist slammed into my gut and I would have doubled over in pain, had the hand not been around my throat still. “I thought,” his fist interrupted his words, slamming into me again, “I told,” another blow, “you not,” that time, he grunted in exertion, “to tell,” I squirmed enough out of the way that the punch glanced off my side, my breathing ragged with pain, eyes barely staying open, “anyone!” Rather than a punch to my stomach, this time it was a knee to the groin and with a soft cry of pain, I sank to my knees and he let me.
He knelt down briefly, “Tell anyone else, and this will go worse for you. And call your sick-o boyfriend off before I have to go after him too….” He hissed into my ear, pushing me to the floor before walking off. I pushed myself up slightly, eyes tearing from that final blow. I had to stay there for several minutes, regaining my composure and letting the pain subside a little.
Finally, I felt well enough and so I rose, heading back to my class room. The teacher looked ready to yell but after a second of studying me, she directed me to see her after class. I sank into my desk, wincing at the movement. About ten minutes later, the final bell rang and I reluctantly made my way forward after packing my bag. “Yes?” I questioned, refusing to meet her eyes.
“You look as pale as a sheet. Are you alright? You were sick the other day…” she spoke kindly, it was almost enough to make me want to break down and tell her everything, but I did not, thinking of what Charlie had said. I smiled weakly, “I’m still feeling a little ill from it…” I responded slowly. “See you tomorrow…” I turned, quickly escaping the classroom before she could object.
The first thing I did when I got home was called my lover. I locked the door tightly, knowing I would Rae up, but not caring. I was horrified and thankful and angry all at the same time and I planned to voice it. I dialed his number, but it rang for a long time before I just hung up. Sinking back onto my bed, I closed my eyes. Most of the pain in my groin had stopped, but my stomach was decorated with new bruises. I rested on my bed for several hours, drifting to sleep after twenty minutes. Homework could and would wait.
When I woke, it was dark out, so I grabbed the phone again, dialing Azrael’s number quickly. I listened to it ring several times before a groggy voice picked up. “Hello?” I recognized Rae’s voice instantly, and for some reason, I was pissed. “How could you?” I demanded, wishing he was there so I could show him what his unwanted actions had caused.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As soon as I heard Lucas’s voice, I knew he was pissed and that something had happened. I slowly sat up, body still heavy from sleep. “I had to...” I responded quietly, wondering what had happened to anger him so much. “Those bastards hurt you… They raped you in a way… how can I just let that happen to my beloved?” I felt so groggy, but obviously this was important to Luc, so I let him talk.
“You ass!” he hissed at me, “You couldn’t just leave it alone…” Suddenly it hit me… they had hurt him because of it. Because of me. I had not thought to tell Daniel not to talk about it, because who would believe him? A vampire… but, of course his friend would believe him. “Oh shit, Luc, I’m so sorry…” I murmured, “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt because of it…” I sighed, getting dressed quickly as we spoke.
“Just…. Just let it alone…. Why did you have to do that?” He suddenly sounded so… broken. So upset, the anger had drained away and it left the real Lucas behind, a fragile, hurt teenager. I bit my lip, “Babe, open your window, I’m gonna come over. Be there in like five minutes…” I directed. His mumbled acceptance was the last thing I heard before I hung up. I slipped out of the house, noting that Victor was still asleep on the couch. I quickly made my way to Lucas’s house, climbing the nearby tree and waiting for him to open his window.
When he did, I slipped in, immediately wrapping my arms gently about him. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered into his ear, kissing the shell of it gently, ‘I never meant for you to get hurt… Tell me what to do and I’ll do it, you know I will…” Instead of speaking, all he did was turn in my arms and cling to me, letting out a moment or two of tears before calming and just clinging. I stroked his hair and held him close, whispering my apologies all the while.
Eventually, we made it to the bed, and I sat down, letting him lay with his head on my lap. I spent a good portion of the evening stroking his hair quietly, even after he’d fallen asleep. I did not leave until nearly three a.m. I gave him a kiss good bye and then slipped out the window again, heading off into the night. I would have to figure something out to protect my angel.
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FEED MY MUSE!
Reviewers:
Kolgrim: Thanks for the review! Yeah, they're not gonna let poor Lucas alone for a bit. He's too pretty. Thank you for helping to feed my muse, he's kinda in the corner starving.
Jess: Thanks for the review, much appreciated. I'm kinda amazed, this is the longest any of my posted stories have been, so I'm proud of it. ^_^
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lucas’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was all over school the next day. Something had happened to Daniel. No-one liked the two bullies, but they were always together so everyone knew the instant Daniel was not there with Charlie that something was wrong. Very few kids had the nerve to ask Charlie what had happened, but someone eventually did and the rumors spread like flies.
The one that reached my ear was one that I hoped was only a rumor- Someone had broken into the house while they were sleeping, and Daniel had been raped. I could see my lover breaking into the house, but not raping him, so I shrugged off the rumor, a little relieved in knowing that nothing was going to happen to me that day.
I went through most of the day without incident, which was nice; I did not have to look over my shoulder every time I went somewhere, any time I went to the rest room. I should have known that the safety was short-lived. I was sent to go give some papers to another teacher. While in the hallway, returning from dropping off the papers, I was shoved forward into some lockers. With a grunt of pain, I turned to face my attacker—none other than Charlie.
He grabbed my throat, leaning forward. “You little fuck….” He hissed, “Told your fuckin’ boyfriend about us, did you?” A fist slammed into my gut and I would have doubled over in pain, had the hand not been around my throat still. “I thought,” his fist interrupted his words, slamming into me again, “I told,” another blow, “you not,” that time, he grunted in exertion, “to tell,” I squirmed enough out of the way that the punch glanced off my side, my breathing ragged with pain, eyes barely staying open, “anyone!” Rather than a punch to my stomach, this time it was a knee to the groin and with a soft cry of pain, I sank to my knees and he let me.
He knelt down briefly, “Tell anyone else, and this will go worse for you. And call your sick-o boyfriend off before I have to go after him too….” He hissed into my ear, pushing me to the floor before walking off. I pushed myself up slightly, eyes tearing from that final blow. I had to stay there for several minutes, regaining my composure and letting the pain subside a little.
Finally, I felt well enough and so I rose, heading back to my class room. The teacher looked ready to yell but after a second of studying me, she directed me to see her after class. I sank into my desk, wincing at the movement. About ten minutes later, the final bell rang and I reluctantly made my way forward after packing my bag. “Yes?” I questioned, refusing to meet her eyes.
“You look as pale as a sheet. Are you alright? You were sick the other day…” she spoke kindly, it was almost enough to make me want to break down and tell her everything, but I did not, thinking of what Charlie had said. I smiled weakly, “I’m still feeling a little ill from it…” I responded slowly. “See you tomorrow…” I turned, quickly escaping the classroom before she could object.
The first thing I did when I got home was called my lover. I locked the door tightly, knowing I would Rae up, but not caring. I was horrified and thankful and angry all at the same time and I planned to voice it. I dialed his number, but it rang for a long time before I just hung up. Sinking back onto my bed, I closed my eyes. Most of the pain in my groin had stopped, but my stomach was decorated with new bruises. I rested on my bed for several hours, drifting to sleep after twenty minutes. Homework could and would wait.
When I woke, it was dark out, so I grabbed the phone again, dialing Azrael’s number quickly. I listened to it ring several times before a groggy voice picked up. “Hello?” I recognized Rae’s voice instantly, and for some reason, I was pissed. “How could you?” I demanded, wishing he was there so I could show him what his unwanted actions had caused.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As soon as I heard Lucas’s voice, I knew he was pissed and that something had happened. I slowly sat up, body still heavy from sleep. “I had to...” I responded quietly, wondering what had happened to anger him so much. “Those bastards hurt you… They raped you in a way… how can I just let that happen to my beloved?” I felt so groggy, but obviously this was important to Luc, so I let him talk.
“You ass!” he hissed at me, “You couldn’t just leave it alone…” Suddenly it hit me… they had hurt him because of it. Because of me. I had not thought to tell Daniel not to talk about it, because who would believe him? A vampire… but, of course his friend would believe him. “Oh shit, Luc, I’m so sorry…” I murmured, “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt because of it…” I sighed, getting dressed quickly as we spoke.
“Just…. Just let it alone…. Why did you have to do that?” He suddenly sounded so… broken. So upset, the anger had drained away and it left the real Lucas behind, a fragile, hurt teenager. I bit my lip, “Babe, open your window, I’m gonna come over. Be there in like five minutes…” I directed. His mumbled acceptance was the last thing I heard before I hung up. I slipped out of the house, noting that Victor was still asleep on the couch. I quickly made my way to Lucas’s house, climbing the nearby tree and waiting for him to open his window.
When he did, I slipped in, immediately wrapping my arms gently about him. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered into his ear, kissing the shell of it gently, ‘I never meant for you to get hurt… Tell me what to do and I’ll do it, you know I will…” Instead of speaking, all he did was turn in my arms and cling to me, letting out a moment or two of tears before calming and just clinging. I stroked his hair and held him close, whispering my apologies all the while.
Eventually, we made it to the bed, and I sat down, letting him lay with his head on my lap. I spent a good portion of the evening stroking his hair quietly, even after he’d fallen asleep. I did not leave until nearly three a.m. I gave him a kiss good bye and then slipped out the window again, heading off into the night. I would have to figure something out to protect my angel.
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FEED MY MUSE!