It'll be Okay, Baby

Luriel is mah boy. This could have gone in \"angst\" \"drama\" err...\"real life\" sorta. >.> I rated this NC-17 for the references of Pedophilia,Mild Sexual Description(this isn\'t what the story is bout >.>) ~_^ I don\'t know what was on my mind. Just having an urge to write him since I haven\'t for awhile. ^^;

Sorry about the typos, they happen. >.> *^_^* This was posted on my blog as well.

http://district13.blogspot.com/ =^^=

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Luriel moved a hand through his thick, white hair. He loked at himself in a mirror. \"You can do this, Luriel.\" Fourteen years old, and a freshmen in highshool after spending his last five years home schooled would make this a more difficult task. Those memories though were fresh, too fresh, in his mind. He nearly jumped when he heard a knock at the door, \"Come in,\" he said quietly.

A mousy woman, no older then fourty came into the room. She had short, curly, brown locks hanging from her head and her bright green eyes were glowing almost. She was a pretty woman, in Luriel\'s opinion at least, and he was never particularly interested in women. But she was much prettier then his own mother, but it was easy to tell that they were sisters. Thinking of the woman who raised him sent a chill down his spine, but upon seeing the small boy with his aunt, he smiled a bit to him. He was inndeed identical to his mother. He bounced to Luriel with a smile.

\"Mama says you have to go to school now, but you promise to play with me when you get home?\" he asked.

Luriel playfully swung the small boy into his arms, \"Of course Gabey-baby!\" He hugged the small child tightly with a grin.

The boy tugged at Luriel\'s hair, a stray strand in front of the other\'s face. \"I\'m not a baby, I\'m three!\" he proudly announced.

Luriel snorted in amusement at that. Three is still a baby. \"Alright, Gabriel,\" he said to him. He wanted to stay home and play with the child now, but his aunt wanted him to learn at least some social skills before heading off to college.

She could sense his nervousness, so she moved to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. \"You\'ll be fine, baby.\"

\"I know,\" he said quietly, sighing a bit defeatedly. \"I\'ll call you when I get home from school at your office.\"

She smiled and nodded simply to reply to that. \"If you don\'t go now though, you\'ll miss the bus.\"

He shifted around his room, picking up his bookbag. He felt awkward over all, what he was wearing. The jeans that were way too big, but it being the style, he put up with it. His boxers nearly hung out, though, and this caused him some slight discomfort. He really didn\'t want to show anyone his backside of all things. And the shirt was the most comfortable part. It was a button up. He sighed and tugged on the sleeves as he moved out of his room, running to wait at the bus stop.


The bus ride was a bit of a precurser to Luriel about exactly how bad his day was going to be. Or at least he had thought as soon as he got to school. He spent the entire bus ride nervous out of his wits with girls touching at his hair and boys making fun of him for it being the color that it was. Or making fun of his violet eyes. He was already ready to break down and cry to get himself going home.

He moved into his first class for the day, his eyes falling to the floor as he chose a seat in the corner. A teacher looked up to him, \"Your name?\" she asked.

\"Luriel Savel,\" he said quietly, before staring down at the desk where he sat. He had to make it through the day, at least one, and if he didn\'t like it then, he could probably convince his aunt to let him continue getting home schooling. He didn\'t like it so far, and he technically didn\'t start classes.

The first few classes went quietly, he had spent the time being quiet, attempting to talk to people and be nice to people, but constantly getting ignored by everyone. He sighed a bit, and by the time he had hit his theatre class he had given up the hopes of talking to people, Lunch having passed already, and not a single person finding him someone they wanted to be around. They were already all so comfortable in their niche, and he wanted to find his own, but was finding it quite hard.

It was when he got to theatre class that he figured he\'d find a chance to be able to find someone to get along with, someone to talk to who liked the things he did. Someone who was uncomfortable in pants that hung off of your ass exposing yourself to the world. He\'d prefer if this someone was male, of course, but he could live otherwise -- as long as someone wanted to talk to him.

Even then, though, it was the same as his previous classes, people who didn\'t care to be there, who were just taking it to get an easy arts credit. Don\'t talk to the white haired boy! They must have put up a sign to play a cruel joke on him, and eventually things were starting to bother him. It wasn\'t like anyone here knew about when he was a kid. They just didn\'t like him. They didn\'t want to talk to him. They thought Luriel was dirty without seeing the videos he made when he was a child.


His mother, a woman who was really unfit to have children, was busy setting up a video camera in front of a rather ornate bed. Her customers didn\'t care about anything else in the video other then what was in the bed, but she figured it might as well be comfortable. After all, if she didn\'t pamper him, he\'d start crying --- her customers hated when he would start crying. This time, though, it was with another boy -- his own age, a parent wanted a video of the two of them together.

He didn\'t want to disgard his clothing, but his mother told him to. And after his father got shot, he knew he didn\'t have much of a choice -- despite his treatment from the man -- he was the only remotely respectable person Luriel knew. He had never done it with a boy before, at least willingly, but his mom told him how. He knew how his father had done it with him, so in a way -- every motion the other male was doing to him was somewhat familiar.

His mind disappeared halfway through the video, just listening to orders and doing things that he was told, to the customer specifications. But he was hearing noises upstairs, footsteps that she hadn\'t been hearing. And he got suddenly still, hearing someone walking down the steps.

\"Savel, you are under arrest for child molestation charges,\" a police officer said, he only hearing that much because he went in and out of his own world for the next few hours.

He felt strong arms pick him up and hold him close. Strong -- but feminine. His hands clung to a shirt unconciously. He didn\'t know what to do or say. \"Poor baby,\" said the voice, \"it\'ll be okay baby...I\'ll be taking care of you now...\"


Luriel\'s teacher moved to the front of the class when the bell rang, and looked to her students there. Luriel looking to be the only remotely attentive one, although it was because he did intend to major in directing in universtiy.

\"Kids, pay attention\" she said as she passed out papers to everyone with the Syllabus and books needed that weren\'t text books, but novels and writing books -- mostly plays.

Luriel spaced alittle as she talked to them, describing class requirements and such, he was reading over the projects that they were going to be doing for this year. His eyes fell on the first one. \"A three to five minute video,\" he said quietly to himself. He raised a hand into the air and looked to his teacher pleadingly. \"Do we have to make the video?\" he asked himself.

The teacher stood up straight from sitting at her desk. \"Only if you want to pass,\" she said with a frown.

\"Then is it too late to drop the class...?\" he asked quietly to her. She shook her head in response.

\"Talk to the guidance cousellor...\" she said with a shrug. \"But I suggest you not drop it, Savel, you\'re quite talented in this from what I heard.\"

\"I don\'t do videos...\" he said quietly to her.

One of the boys in class took this as a prime opportunity. \"The pretty boy is afraid of videos? What is it? Afraid its going to steal yoru soul?\" he asked with a smirk. Luriel shook his head, looking down at his desk.

\"Timothy....stop that,\" the teacher said with a quiet growl. \"You failed the class two times, you could stand for a lesson from Mr. Savel.\"

Luriel looked down at his desk, feeling the tears start rolling down his cheeks, as he quietly started to sob where he was sitting. \"May I be excused.\"

The woman sighed and nodded, \"Go ahead...\" she said quietly to him. \"Raphael, go with him,\" she said, nodding to a boy sitting near Luriel. The other boy stood up and moved to follow Luriel as the other left the room.

When they got out of there, the other boy moved his arms around Luriel\'s shoulders, hugging him, and letting the shorter boy cry on his shoulder. \"Hey, don\'t cry...\" he said quietly to him, walking to move him to the bathroom. \"Hey, what\'s wrong? That boy was just teasing, even though it was a bit mean.\"

\"A long story you don\'t want to hear...\" Luriel said quietly, thuogh he leaned against Raphael in the slightest.

Raphael shrugged, it wasn\'t his place to ask anyway. \"Well we can sit and talk in the hall for a bit until you feel like going to class,\" he suggested.

Luriel nodded to the older boy and sighed a little. \"I-I\'m Luriel Savel.\"

\"Raphael Byrde.\" The older boy said this with a slightly sad smile, trying to cheer Luriel up a bit. \"You are very unique.\"

\"That\'s...the first time someone here said unique...\" Luriel said quietly, moving to brush his fingers through stray strands. He looked over the other boy a bit itent on just taking him in at the moment. He smiled slightly, glad someone was actually being friendly with him. \"Say...\" he asked quietly, \"do you like pants that can show off your ass?\"

\"Definitely not,\" Raphael said with a smile, glad conversation was going. \"Make me uncomfortable. And by the way, you don\'t have to wear them like that.\"

\"Me neither,\" Luriel said. \"I don\'t like them,\" he said, shifting to pull them up all the way. \"What are you going into in college.\"

\"Acting,\" Raphael said with a smile.

\"I\'m going to direct plays,\" Luriel said quietly. Whoever this Raphael was a miracle worker -- his ideal friend.

Rapahel moved his hand over Luriel\'s back. \"Say, do you want to do the first project together?\" he asked, \"If we\'re both in it, maybe it\'ll make you feel better.\"

Luriel nodded, \"I\'d like that...\"


Luriel bounced around the kitchen at home, making a table there. His aunt had told Luriel to invite Raphael to dinner, since it had been two months since the two boys had met, and had started to grow quite attached to one another. She had noticed a drastic difference in Luriel\'s personality -- he was so much happier.

When Raphael arrived at the door, dressed in a nice pair of jeans, a black button up shirt, and holding some flowers for Luriel\'s aunt, she took an instant liking to the boy who had become Luriel\'s good friend. They had pleasant conversation at the dinner table, mostly discussing where Raphael would be going to school these next couple years.

Raphael had told them how he was a junior in high school and he had one more year there before he had to move to Japan for educational purposes, Luriel didn\'t know if he had given Raphael that idea or not, but Raphael mentioned he was going to a private college there. His parents had already moved to Japan, and he was living alone, Luriel knew from being to the elder boy\'s apartment.

When dinner was complete, Luriel decided to show Raphael around a little bit, the tour ending in his room where there was a computer, a full length mirror on the closet door, a bed, and a desk. Very simple, but well laid out with pleanty of room. Luriel had closed the room behind the two boys and locked it so they could sit and hang out for a little bit undisturbed. \"Thanks for dressing nice, my aunt really appreciate it,\" Luriel said with a smile, bouncing on his bed as he did.

Raphael smiled and moved to sit next to Luriel, \"You know, you\'re very different from the day that I met you.\"

Luriel leaned against Raphael\'s shoulder a little, causing the elder male the slightest temptation, making him tense to keep that from happening. \"I think you did it to me, Raph,\" Luriel said with a smile. He said it meaning it so that Raphael had reason to be proud of himself for it. Proud of changing Luriel in a way that made the other a much happier person.

Raphael smiled and moved his arms around Luriel\'s waist, holding the other close to him. \"I can\'t help but think that you\'re trying to do something to me, Luriel.\"

Luriel blinked and blushed a little as he looked away from Raphael. \"What are you talking about?\" he asked him, blinking a little bit, although he knew what Raphael was talking about exactly. It wasn\'t like Luriel was completely inexperienced in this sort of thing.

Raphael\'s lips moved until they met Luriel\'s, placing a gentle and not unwelcomed kiss on the other\'s lips. He pulled away, \"This is what I mean.\"

Luriel blushed madly and tried to hide it with his hair for a moment, but forgetting that he had tied it up. \"I know what you mean...there\'s things you should know, though...\" Luriel said quietly.

\"I said it the day we met, I am all ears, Luriel,\" Raphael said, completely seriously.

Luriel sighed and leaned in to press his lips against Raphael\'s, \"It can wait...\" he said quietly, a sudden hunger in his body for that long wanted affection, something he\'d have a choice about. \"I made the choice that I do want you...\" he said quietly, \"and as long as I make that choice it is okay to me.\"

Raphael wasn\'t exactly sure what Luriel meant then, but he was positive the other would eventually explain it to him. He leaned in for another kiss against Luriel\'s lips, this time prologing it as the other\'s lips parted against them. Luriel leaned back into his bed, pulling Raphael on top of him.

\"I can\'t help but think...you\'ve been planning this...\" Raphael said quietly against Luriel\'s lips.

\"Maybe,\" Luriel said with a grin. His hands travelled up Raphael\'s chest. In truth, he had been getting some signals that the other might be leaning towards being homosexual, but he wasn\'t exactly sure, but he had gotten his answer earlier.

Soon, they tore at each other\'s clothes, removing each piece in a nature that made them want to jsut go at it. When Luriel noted that Raphael had brought lube, he rolled his eyes to the other a bit.

\"I think you might have been planning this too, Raph.\"

\"Maybe,\" came a quiet reply.

Their eyes examined each other\'s bodies, content to see what theother looked like, knowing that both fo their forms were perfect to the other. Once they were both fully aroused and prepared, came the part that Luriel was somewhat nervous about, mostly because he didn\'t want his aunt to hear them up in his room, knowing the walls weren\'t thick.

Every thrust against him cause Luriel a soft wave of pleasure, he moved his hips back down against the other\'s, his legs encouraging the other to push deeper into him. He moaned a little, arching his back agaisnt Raphael, hearing the other\'s moans mimicking his own. His hips started to move faster, thrusting deeper into his younger lover. Although theyn hadn\'t offically named each other that, they had become that without the words beign said these past couple months.

They both released not long after one another, Luriel\'s body shaking. \"That is the first time...it has ever felt like that...\" Luriel said quietly once his body had recovered from the orgasm.

\"Like that?\" Raphael asked quietly, laying beside the boy now, after having pulled out. Luriel nuzzled against Raphael with a nod. \"Please...tell me,\" Raphael asked quietly. And he listened intently as Luriel told him of his mother and the movies that he was in. Raphael listened with unjudmental ears, knowing that all of these made Luriel the boy that he was now.

By the end, Luriel was in tears, and Raphael pulled the white haired male into his arms, rocking him gently, a warm and strong embrace. \"Poor baby...it\'ll be okay, baby, I\'ll be taking care of you now,\" he said quietly. And this made Luriel feel safer -- those were the same words his aunt said to him the day she found him. Those were the only words he trusted.