Feel Good Drag

-I got the title for this from a song, Feel Good Drag. I don't own the song, and I can't remember who its by. So.... enjoy.-

-FISNISHED-

"Christ kid, its not that damn hard," I hissed and yanked the pencil away from him. I ripped a clean sheet of paper out of the notebook and quickly drew the symbol down, exactly.
Dj growled at me and threw his hands up in the air. "How the hell am I supposed to learn if you keep on interrupting me? Tell me that, Oh Great One." He put enough disdain into it to make me blink. Dj shoved back from the table, the chair back running into my stomach and making me stumble back. The pencil snapped in my hand and I hurled it down on the table. I didn't mean to, but the pencil tip dug into the table and stuck out like a spear.
"Great. Mom is gonna be so happy now. Nice going," Dj snipped and yanked a Coke out of the fridge. I grabbed it out of his hand and put it back.
"I told you no caffeine, it won't help with your control," I said, and watched as Dj's face flushed. Not only that, but magic swirled around him, like a strong wind, and it tossed the papers off the table and into a whirlwind. I let it build until it was almost knocking me over, and then I shut it down. Like cutting the legs out from under him. I knew what it felt like; I got a bit of echo, which was also from Dj's lack of control. It burned my stomach, a horrible heartburn feeling. To Dj it
had to feel like he was having a heart attack. What I pretty much did was take all of the magic swirling around and shoved it back into Dj, making him like an overstuffed turkey. The kid had to learn control, or else he would hurt someone, and then he would get executed. By me.
Dj collapsed on the tile, gasping. I sighed and dropped down next to him. I ran a hand over his dark blue hair. He dyed it for the summer, it matched his eyes.
"I'm sorry Dj, but if you keep going the way you’re going it's going to end badly. I don't want that to happen," I said, and to my surprise Dj didn't pull away. He leaned into my hand, and I heard snuffling. Crap. He's crying. I slipped my hand down and pulled his chin up so he was looking at me. His dark eyes met mine for a moment, before they skittered away.
"Look at me please," I said pleadingly. Tears slipped down his dark cheeks, and I rubbed them away with my thumbs. "When I tell you to do something, I'm not doing it to be mean or just for the hell of it. I'm doing it because it’s going to help you. Alright?" I asked, and he nodded hesitantly. I smiled and pulled back. If I hadn't been paying attention I would have missed the disappointed look on his face. I used a chair to pull me up. Dj got up slower than me, and he sat at the same chair he had before.
"I want you to draw that symbol twenty times, and give me the reasons and ways it can be used," I used an authorities tone, and Dj settled in without complaint.
I watched him as he worked. He got each symbol copied down perfectly. He wrote done in neat sentences the use and reasons of the symbol. He handed me the paper, and I read over it, even though I knew it was all perfect. The kid was super smart, that's why I got so frustrated when he pulled a drama queen act.
"If you would have done this without the little temper tantrum, then we would have gotten done sooner," I said mildly, watching Dj's face out of the corner of my eye. His eyes flared a lighter blue, but he clamped his mouth shut and gave a jerky nod. My phone decided that it was the perfect moment to ring. I yanked the thing out of my pocket and glanced at the caller display.
I saw the name and ice grabbed my stomach. I took a deep breath and answered. "Yes sir?" I knew Dj watched me. I never called anyone sir, and I knew he was bound to ask questions as soon as I got off the phone. I listened, my dread growing, as my commander laid out what I had to do. I'm a teacher, I train the kids that discovered they had weird powers, and I taught them to control them and what the rules are. I'm not a killer. But that’s what my commander wanted me to do. Kill someone.
"Yes sir," I said again, and then gently hung up. I stared at the table top, my eyes tracing the grains. My stomach churned, and I felt bile climb up my throat. I swallowed, and I heard a gasp. Then I realized that I'd relaxed my control, and that magic was making the room take on an eerie glow. Like the room had a black light on, but everything glowed a fluorescent green, instead of purple.
I shut it off as soon as I noticed, and Dj visibly relaxed. "Sorry kid, but I'm gonna have to cut this session short." I picked my bag up off the floor and slung it over my shoulder.
"Where are you going?" Dj asked and I shook my head. I tried to smile at him, but I don't think I succeeded because worry pinched his eyebrows and pulled at his mouth.
"Top secret mission kid. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Make sure you have your cell phone on, okay?" I waited until he nodded then; I rested a hand on his silky hair before I left through the back door. His mom knew I was a tutor, but she didn't know what I tutored. If she was home we went to his room, and if she was gone we did it at the kitchen table. Dj is an only child, and she babied the hell out of him. That was why he fought me when I made him do something. I was halfway to my car when his mom pulled up. She's a pretty woman, Latino, and she spoke like it. She rolled her r's and had the thick beautiful accent of the culture. She'd married a white boy, had Dj, and then the white boy died leaving her a rich woman. And she had a thing for me. Her attention made me a little uncomfortable, with her being twenty years older than me and all.
"You're leaving already, Niko?" She asked. My name is Nikolas, but she only called me Niko.
"Yeah, I just got called into work. But I will be back tomorrow," I said and her face brightened.
"Good. I will make something special for dinner tomorrow, and you will stay to eat," she used the parental tone, which got my back up. My parents had been useless people, and being treated as a child pissed me off. I made myself grin though.
"Ma'am, I don't think-" I said, but she cut me off with a wave of a jeweled hand.
"My name is Marsilla, not ma'am. And you will come to dinner, no excuses." I sighed, but nodded my head. She gave me another smile, and waved before she went into the house. Great. Another thing that I hated. Socializing. I just hoped she didn't invite a whole bunch of people. I shrugged and stalked to my car. When I got in I leaned my head against the steering wheel. My thoughts went to what I had to do, and the dread came back in full force. I took a deep breath and started the car. I had an hour to get ready.



I slumped against my apartment door, and had to grip the knob to keep from sliding down. I had blood all over me, and now it was on the door. I wheezed as I searched for my keys, my hands not quite having enough control to grasp them. I made a frustrated sound in the back of my throat, and debated briefly about just breaking the door down. But that would create more problems than it would solve. I finally found the right key, and it took me a few minutes to get into the lock. The keys rattled, and combined with my wacked breathing, made a racket in the once silent hallway. I knew that if I didn't hurry up that the neighbors would come to investigate. I got the lock open and slammed the door shut behind me. I slid down the floor, dropping the keys, and covering my face with blood splattered hands. I didn't know I was crying until my eyes burned, and new moisture dripped down my face. I still had the picture of that mutilated little girl in my head, a white lacy night gown, with red smears and tares all over it. I groaned and flopped down on the floor. I didn't get there in time to save the girl, no one knew that he had her, but I got there in time to shred him. And then I burned the house to get rid of the evidence. To cover our asses.
He'd only been a year younger than me, but no one had helped him when he found out about his magic. He went down the wrong road, the road that I was training Dj to avoid, and I had to kill him before he hurt anyone else. I still tasted his blood in my mouth and I gagged. I tried to stand up, but my legs weren't working. I stared at my fridge where I knew the vodka was. I wanted it so bad; I wanted the oblivion the drink would give me. I didn't want to remember what I did.
Panic swelled in me and I fumbled my cell phone out my pocket. I scrolled down the names until I came to Dj, and hesitated. But only for a second. Then I clicked the glowing green call button.
He answered on the third ring, with a sleepy voice. I'd forgotten how late it was, and I wondered if I should hang up.
"Nik?" He asked and I swallowed. I accidently swallowed more blood, and my stomach rebelled. I coughed into the phone, the bile and blood burning my throat. "Nik?" Dj asked again, panic and worry making his voice rise in volume.
"Kid, I need your help. Do you think you can get to my place?" I asked, voice rough. He didn't answer right away.
"Yeah. I'll be there in ten minutes. Do you want me to call an ambulance?" He asked and I laughed bitterly.
"No. The door is unlocked so just come right in. And ignore the blood," I said and hung up to stop his question. I would answer them when I could think straight. Calling him to help me certainly wasn't thinking straight.

I guess I fell asleep, because I woke to the door shoving against my inert body. I dragged my self with my arms away enough for Dj to slip in. He flipped on the lights and I covered my face with an arm. I heard Dj hiss, and I figured it was all the blood. Then I felt hands tentivly pull my arm away from my face. I kept my eyes closed; I didn't want to see the horror in his eyes. Warmth touched my cheeks and I briefly wondered if I was crying again.
"Nik?" Dj asked and I slitted my eyes. His blue eyes were huge, and his face was pale.
"I was wondering when you would get here," I mumbled and tried to sit up. Instead I flopped back. Dj crawled over me to peer down into my face.
"Shit," I said like I was surprised. "Can you help me get to the shower? My body isn't cooperating."
"Yeah," Dj said. He moved himself until he got behind me, and then he heaved me up. I got to my feet, but when he let go I wobbled and almost fell. Dj grabbed my arms in a death grip, and grunted with the effort to keep me upright.
"Is any of this blood yours?" He asked.
"No. It was his... her's," I half whispered, and moved my feet to resemble walking. We got to the bathroom, both of us sweating, and he dumped me on the toilet. I leaned back against the cool porceilne, and watched him.
Dj is short for his age, but his shoulders are wide, which makes me believe he's going to grow into them. He'll be a big man, if he survives that long.
Dj turned the shower on and held a hand under the spray, testing the temp.
"Dj," I said, swallowing because my mouth was dry. What I was about to tell him could get me in trouble. Six feet under in a pine box trouble. Dj swiveled his head to me.
"I killed someone tonight. Someone that had one point had been just like you. He fought me, and I had to take extreme measures. I ripped him apart," I whispered the last part. Nausea rose and I clamped a hand over my mouth. I remembered ripping him apart. The soft flesh and hot blood. I threw up in the trash can Dj held under my mouth. I hadn’t eaten much that day, so I dry heaved. Dj wiped my mouth with a wet washcloth. Now that my stomach felt a little stable, I felt guilty. I pulled away from him and straightened up.
"I'm sorry kid; I shouldn't have brought you into this. It's not your problem."
Dj laughed shakily. "Don't make me kick your ass," He said, trying to lighten up the situation. I could have told him there was no point, but I figured there was no point. Let him try.
"Right now you probably could. I'm at your mercy," I replied, going along. Dj got a curious look on his face, which switched to a scary smile.
"I could get you back for all the drills you put me through," he mused. He shook his head and grabbed my arm. "Come on old man, strip, so we can wash that blood off. We're going to have to burn the clothes, I think."
"I don't need your help," I grumbled but I tried to pull my shirt over my head. It didn't work so well. The shirt ended up pinning my arms and I scowled. "God damn it," I snarled and struggled.
Dj laughed. "Stop, stop. I'll do it. Don't want you to hurt yourself."
"Go to hell," I growled, and his face sobered. The lightness in his eyes dimmed a bit.
"Probably will," he said, but he didn't seem to be talking to me. He pulled the shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. I stared at the floor, so I didn't see his eyes wandering over my torso, or the way his face flushed. "Alright, stand up. We got to get those pants up."
"M'not taking my pants off," I mumbled. Dj sighed and went down on his knees.
"You can keep your boxers on, but the pants are soaked in blood. They need to go," he used his mother's paternal voice and it raised my hackles.
"I don't wear boxers," I snapped, and he glanced up into my face. His cheeks were red, and his eyes kept skittering from mine, and moving down to my mouth. I frowned, trying to think what the hell that meant. But my mind didn't seem to want to cooperate.
"Briefs then," He said, not a question. My lips twitched.
"No, commando. I hate underwear," I said, then thought, whoops, that’s got to be TMI for him. My mouth wasn’t obeying orders either. I felt drunk. Maybe I hit my head when I was fighting or something. I swayed on the toilet and Dj caught me. He felt cool against my bare skin and I leaned into him. He laughed nervously and steadied me.
"Well, you've can't shower in the jeans. We're both guys so it doesn’t matter. We have the same parts," Dj said, but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself. He unbuttoned my jeans and tugged down the zipper. His fingers feather light against my skin made me twitch. My stomach muscles shifted under my skin and Dj's hands froze. He glanced up at me, and licked his lips. My eyes followed his tongue and I felt on fire.
Dj's hands moved from the zipper, and he trailed a finger along the line of dark hair leading from below my pants to my belly button. He moved his hips against my knees, shoving until they parted. He scooted closer, pressing his hips against mine. A gasp came from my mouth, and his face hovered below mine. His eyes darted to my lips again.
"Nik," he whispered. Then closed the distance. He breathed in to me, lips hesitant and careful against mine. My fuzzy mind pulled heat and moist and sent it directly to my dick. When I didn't protest he got rough. He smashed his face against mine, and used his tongue to pry my mouth open. But then, I wasn't trying to hard to keep him out. It had been a while for me, and having someone eager made all the difference. I bit his lip, and then used my own tongue to soothe the hurt. He groaned and then his hands got involved. They slid up my sides, to my neck, and into my hair. He fisted it and used it as a handle to maneuver my head into what ever position he wanted. He devoured my mouth, hot breath and cool body. I slipped my hands under his t-shirt and palmed his sides. He sighed against my mouth and yanked on my hair. That woke me up a bit, and I grabbed his hands.
"Ouch," I whispered against his lips and he gave me an innocent look. Which I sure as hell didn't believe. No fifteen year old should be able to kiss like that. My dick told me to shut up. In fact, my whole body said this was a good idea, but my mind told me the kid was fifteen and jail bait. Sure, it was only three years, but still. Then he ground his narrow hips against mine, and my mind went blank. He licked my bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. I groaned, eyes fluttering closed.
Then my phone rang. It burbled out "Flowers on the Wall" in crazy cheer and we both froze. Dj growled and pulled away. My phone was still in my pocket, and he scrambled to get it out with agitated fingers. He flipped it open without glancing to see who it was, and in the back of my mind I thought that was a bad idea. For some reason.
"Hello?" Dj snarled, and then he paused. His face went from pissed off to scared in two seconds.
"Yes sir, he's right here," Dj said with a shaky voice and he pressed the phone against my ear.
" 'ello?" I said and my commander's voice slammed into me. I winced and grabbed the phone from Dj's hand. He surrendered it to me without protest.
"Who the hell was that?" My commander said. I glanced at Dj, but he had his head against my chest, and I couldn't see his face.
"My student," I said tentavily. My commander is not a nice person, and he didn't suffer people gladly.
"It's two in the morning. Doesn't he have school?"
"No, it's summer. He has off two months." I hoped he would leave the subject alone and just asked about my 'mission.' But I wasn't so lucky.
"Why is he with you?"
"I couldn't walk, and I needed help. I had no one else to call."
My commander snorted. "You are telling me that you have no friends to call?"
"No sir. None that wouldn't question the fact that I'm covered in blood." I startled and looked down. Dj had his mouth to my chest and he sucked on the skin close to my nipple. I gritted my teeth to keep from making any noise that would give me away.
My commander made a noise that said he didn't believe me, but he let it go. "You killed the target? Was there anyone else?"
"Yes. And no. There was a dead girl, but that was it. I burned the house down as well. The thing was ashes when I left. No evidence to be used," I said, and hissed when Dj's mouth moved from the skin to my nipple. It beaded under his mouth and I clenched my free hand to keep it from sliding into his hair.
"Are you alright?" I nodded, and then realized that the commander couldn't see me.
"Yes sir. Dj's just cleaning a wound." I glared down at Dj's blue hair. Dj laughed softly against the wet skin and I shivered.
"Good. I want a full report in the morning." Then he hung up. I closed the phone, set it on the counter, and then grabbed a handful of cerulean hair.
"You could've got me in trouble, damn it." But there was no heat in my voice. I released his hair, and shoved him back until he fell on his ass. Surprise colored his face. I used the back of the toilet to stand up. Talking to my commander had been like dousing me with cold water. I had been making out with a fifteen year old, and on top of that I was his teacher.
I tested the shower with my hand, using one hand against the tiled wall to keep me upright.
"Go ahead and watch TV or something. I'll be out in a minute," I had to raise my voice to be heard over the shower. I waited until I heard the bathroom door shut before I pull my jeans off and got under the scorching spray. The hot water didn't help with my hard on; neither did thinking that Dj was just out in the other room. But picturing the blood and the dead little girl killed it pretty quick. I got through my shower and had a towel wrapped around me when I realized that I had no clean clothes. My bathroom is on one side of the living room, with the bedroom on the other side. I crossed myself, but I knew that wouldn't help. Then I yanked open the bathroom door and stalked into the living room.
The TV wasn't on, and I didn't see Dj. I frowned. The kid had better not gone home yet, I still needed to talk to him, to clear this all up. I heard a cough behind me and whirled around.
Dj had a glass of orange juice in his hands, but it looked like he forgot about it. His eyes traced my chest, down my stomach, where it lingered. He had a thing for my stomach muscles. I didn't want to acknowledge what his staring did to me. So I turned on my heel and slipped into my bedroom. I grabbed some baggy pajama pants and a t-shirt that was three sizes too big. Clothed, I felt better, like I wore armor. I scrubbed a hand over my face, and groaned.
"Nik?" Dj asked, and I jumped. The door was still closed, so at least he didn't see me trying to get my shit together.
"Hang on," I shouted at the door. I didn't know if he left or still stood outside. I told myself to quit being a pussy, and went into the living room. Dj sat on the couch, still holding his orange juice and stared at the blank TV. I watched him take a sip, my eyes latching onto his Adam’s apple as it moved.
"Kid," I said and he jumped.
"So you decided to grace me with your presence?" Dj asked sarcastically, but I could see right through him. I could see the uncertainty underneath the sneer he had on, the rapid blinking and how he constantly licked his lips.
"There better not be alcohol in that," I heard myself say, and cringed at the paternal hint in my voice. Dj's eyes flashed, the vulnerability disappearing at once. He rocketed off the couch and got in my face.
"You ain't my father so do even try to act like it!" he hissed into my face. I forced my face into blankness and let him snarl at me. He huffed and puffed, but I kept quiet, even though at one point I wanted to knock him on his skinny little ass.
"No, I'm not your father; I don't want to be either. But you are a kid. It’s illegal to give you alcohol," I said, but half of it didn't even make sense. It was illegal for me to have alcohol as well, I'm only eighteen. Dj snorted and took a drink from the glass. Spiteful little bastard.
"It’s a little late to pull the 'you're a kid' card, since you already had your tongue down my throat," He laughed as he said that, a bitter one that had me take a step back.
"You little prick, I have a concussion. Its not like I was thinking straight," it still wasn't a good excuse, but it was all I had. Damn it. "And you started it!"
Dj's hand tightened on the glass until I thought the thing would shatter. "Jesus Christ you're blind," Dj groaned and went into the kitchen. He dumped the orange juice in the sink and rinsed the glass out before setting it on the strainer. He spun and leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.
"No fuckin' duh I started it, if I left it up to you I would still be an old man and waiting for you to make a move," he gave me a cheeky grin, "old man."
"What?" I asked. I must have looked as baffled as I felt because Dj sighed. He glared at the ceiling for a moment.
"Do I have to spell it out for you? I've had a thing for you since I met you. I left hints, but your head is about as hard as a damn rock." I didn't move, just staring at him like he had grown a second head. Dj moved to stand in front of me and he grabbed the front of my shirt. He pulled my face down until it was level with his.
"I want you to fuck me. Is that blunt enough for you?" I only blinked at him, and Dj rolled his eyes before he claimed my mouth. I stood, awkwardly hunched over, while he ravaged my mouth. My body was chanting yes, while my mind said this would likely end badly. Then my body told my mind to shut the fuck up. I hissed. Dj had moved his mouth from mine down to my throat, and he bit me. A growl rumbled in my chest. I reached down and grabbed Dj by the thighs, lifting him up and setting him on the counter. My hands skimmed up his outer thighs, up his sides and into his hair. I jerked his head back, and he grunted. He raised a dark eyebrow at me as I scowled at him.
"If we do this I'm in charge," was that really my voice? It sounded deeper and rough. If had an effect on Dj. His eyes fluttered to slits, and he panted through his slightly parted lips. He didn't answer, so I yanked on his hair again. It felt like someone else had taken over my body, like I'd taken the back seat and some stranger was driving. I guess if I thought like that I wouldn't blame myself later when I realized that I had fucked a fifteen year old.
"Yes," he whispered, and I didn't hesitate. I smashed our mouths together, teeth clicking together.
In the back of my mind I wondered if I should have said some Hail Marys, because for sure there would be sinning. But it would feel so good.

-the ending is a little cliche, but oh well-