Owning

Story: Owning
Warnings: ++
Summary: Mika is a normal gay teenager who catches the predatory attention of another student. Bad summary, sorry.
Disclaimer: This is fiction and should remain fiction. Relations to any person (alive or dead) are purely accidental.
A/N: This is original and with no beta. All mistakes are my own. Thanks for reading.

Chapter One
High school was hard. It was tough for every kid at one point or another. But even harder when you only stood 4’ 9” tall, with a thin build, an emo, and known through out the school for being gay. That was probably the hardest part, everyone knew.

His name was Mika. He always assumed that his mom was high or at least on some thing when she had decided to name him that. Who named their kid that?

He tried to go by Mike for a little while but others heard his real name they continual harassed him about it. He began to think it was better to put it out there so it took some of the jokes away. Didn’t always work out though.

That was only one of the many dilemmas going against him.

He liked his image. The tight black pants and bright blue shirt he often wore were what he wanted to be. He was just trying to be himself. His raven black hair was long and hung along his head to just barely brush his shoulders. The parting of his bangs completed the emo image as they ran across his right eye. His eyes were light blue, his hair and clothing only seemed to brighten them more.

He wasn’t sure what started it all but something had triggered that senior’s eyes to pick him out.

It was a regular Thursday and the hallways were pack as usual. Barely enough room to breath let alone allow the mass of students to cross from one side of the school to the other. He hated this trip everyday. He pushed into the pack trying to walk through. He was stalled along the middle. No one was moving or paying attention to him at all. The hand was soft, almost undetectable as it traveled along his shoulder to his neck. He stiffened automatically. He didn’t dare move. The hand stopped at his neck, stroking the side of his neck tenderly. He spun on his heel to find only a couple of girl who had their backs to him. They wouldn’t do something like that, even to torture him. He looked around, some paths had formed leading to escape routes but he couldn’t see anyone leaving the area. He went on his way, trying to make up time before the bell rang.

He sat in his usual chair; the furthest he could get from everyone was the back corner. But he was also near the window. Looking out, the wind was blowing harshly against the trees and the snowflakes were wiping around like they were in a blender. He sighed; he didn’t much like the snow. He couldn’t complain much though when he only lived across the street from the school in the Pavilion Apartment complex. He looked down, pulling his black jacket on as the teacher entered the room beginning class.

“RRRRRIIIINNNNNGGG”

Students raced from the room, all trying to get out of their class before the teacher decided they needed more homework. They were all excited, only one more day until the long awaited four day weekend. Mika was the last to leave the room, taking his time as he weaved in between students. He met up with some friends as they were waiting for a ride but the conversation wasn’t long. Pulling his light jacket closer he left the school, walking across the parking lot to the main road. He looked down as he walked, keeping the stinging wind from attacking his eyes. He stopped at the busy main street. Most students were spinning their tires as they tried to leave as fast as they could before realizing that road was now coated with a layer of ice. He waited for a break then crossed to the median. He looked to his left; a large truck was coming but the drivers turn signal indicated they were turning into the school. Mika started to walk again but as his foot barely connected with ground before it slipped from under him. He landed on his ankle bending it in a strange direction. Then he looked up, the truck was trying to stop. But its tires viciously screeched as the brakes continued to skid. The large monster size truck was coming straight for him. He tired to get up, to do anything but a pain shot through his entire body as he moved his ankle. The truck was getting closer, he closed his eyes. Then he felt a harsh shove against his back. His eyes opened automatically. He was suddenly across the road, sitting on the ground with a warm figure bent over him. Looking over, the truck was sliding to a stop now near the place he had once been. Mika didn’t move for several second, he felt his chest constrict as he tried to breath.
“Are you okay?”
Mika looks up at the body over him; he recognizes the lettermen’s jacket. Judging by his size this guy probably a football player as he tired to help Mika up.
“Ah? Yeah, I think.”
He tired to put his foot down but the pain started to tell him otherwise.
“Don’t lie.’
Mika looked up at the harsh tone, seeing that green eyes were angry. But why would they be angry at him?
“I think I t-twisted my ank-le.”
“Okay, hold still.”
The older student bent down, swooping the smaller boy into his arms. He walked into the closest apartment complex before Mika found his voice again.
“Um. I live in the other building.”
The other boy didn’t say anything for a minute while they went to the other building. Mika directed him to the floor fourth although he protested greatly. They stopped outside the apartment number 43.
“Um thanks…”
“Ryan, Ryan Wates.”
“Yeah thanks.”
He limped closer to the door, his hands searching his pockets for his keys. A large hand crashed against the door next his head. His entire body froze.
“Don’t you think I should get some kind of reward for saving your for life?”
Mika turned towards the upper classmen; his eyes had darkened to almost completely black. He tried to swallow pass the lump in his throat.
“I don’t h-have any money to pay you.”
“I have money.”
He sneered as he leaned into the young man’s face. He rested his check next to the frightened underclass man’s ear.
“Something else.”
“Like what?”
Ryan smiled. His hand ghosted down Mika’s chest. Barely touching but Mika still felt its presence.
“How about…?”
Ryan purred.
“You become mine.”
“What?!”
Mika jerked away. He accidentally put pressure back onto his ankle. There was a suppressed yelp as he tried to move away. He was beginning to get very sacred.
“I want you. To touch you, to fuck you, I want to own you.”
Ryan continued to purr.
“No.”
Mika yelled.
“Are you sure? We could just go back to that icy road. I could wait for another large truck and… just throw you back into the street.”
Mika’s eyes widen. His mind racing at the possibility that this older student was not bluffing and would kill him if Mika didn’t give himself to this other student.
“Quick, quick. I’m getting tired of waiting.”
Mika’s mouth opened and closed a few times. He couldn’t find his voice; he knew he should scream for help. There was a possibility that some of his neighbors were home early. But given his luck recently, they probably weren’t. No one would come to save him.
“Three, Two, One. Okay your choice.”
Ryan roughly gripped Mika arm, forcing the smaller boy to take a few steps on his sprained ankle.
“No, no I agree. I swear I agree!”
“Say it right.”
Mika swallowed.
“Please don’t.”
His green eye’s starred angrily at the smaller boy. Mika felt his heart stop, fear gripping it tightly. He pulled Mika closer.
“Say it right.”
He growled out between clenched teeth. Tears clouded his vision. He was ready for all of this to end.
“Okay… R-rya-an please own... m-ee.”
“Fine.”
He smiled, the grip on Mika’s arm loosen a bit.
“If you insist.”
Mika was stunned for words. Ryan gripped Mika face between his hands pressing their lips together. Mika was surprised that his first thought was that Ryan’s lips were soft instead that he was being assaulted. Ryan’s teeth nipped at Mika’s lips for entrance. They were not soft bites either. Once Mika gave permission for Ryan to enter deeper he could taste blood. His own blood. Ryan’s tongue was rough and demanding. Mika surrendered allowing the taller student to control the situation. After a few moments Ryan pulled away. He starred straight into Mika’s eyes, waiting for the smaller boy to open them. Feeling Ryan’s intensity Mika opened his eyes.
“Are your parent’s home?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t lie to me Mika!”
“No, its- its just my mom. She stays with her boyfriend mostly.”
A larger grin spread across Ryan’s face. He began to drag Mika back to the room. He releases Mika to unlock the door. Mika grabbed his backpack that had fallen to the ground and searched through the endless pockets to find his keys. They jumped around the lock as he tried to focus. Finally he was able to get them into the lock. The heavy door wined as Mika pushed it open. He slowly limped inside, listening to the footsteps as the upperclassman followed behind him. Mika stopped in the large family room. He turned, starring at Ryan.
“So now what?’
“Show me.”
“Show you what?”
Ryan smiled. His eyes had darkened again mixing with the look of lust.
“Everything.”
They began to circle each other. Mika standing his ground as Ryan stepped further into the apartment. Once he reached the couch, Ryan through his own bag, Mika hadn’t even realized that the other student had been carrying one, and watched him flopped onto the cushions. He gestured for Mika to begin. Taking a few breaths to steady his shaking hand, Mika reached for his shirt. His favorite shirt, with deep purple shooting stars and planets as the design, came off easily. Over the top of his head. His hair swayed with the movement. He watched as Ryan licked his lips. He had a nervous express on his face. He knew instantly that Ryan liked to see that look on him. Mika’s slim fingers traced the buckle to his belt. He knew he could stop this now. Just fight Ryan, someone would hear him eventually. He looked back to Ryan’s eyes. The older teen had shifted his position on the couch. Instead of the relaxed and wide spread pose he previously held, Ryan was nearly sitting on the edge of the cushions. Not looking anxious or nervous, only lustful to the sight before him. Mika knew than that there was no longer a door to run back through. There was no way for him to stop these events, or his hands as he pulled the strip from its loops to remove the barrier. The belt slips off; he touches the metal button before tracing down his zipper. Unable to grasp it and continue undressing. He watches Ryan’s eyes match the motion along the zipper. A moment passes, Mika remain motionless. Ryan looks between the zipper and those icy blue eyes.
“Continue.”
There is no harshness in his tone but was commanding. Mika grips the zipper and continues removing his pant. They weren’t very tight around his crotch area, allowing him to wear underwear.
“Come here.”
Mika stepped out the pile of clothes beneath his feet. Careful not put too much pressure on his foot. He was able to complete the few steps between them in a few painful limps. He stood inches from Ryan’s body, shivering both in fear and cold. The older teen’s first touches were soft. They ran along his chest, starting a few inches above his hips to just below his nipples. Mika inhaled at the sensation. Although he hoped it went unnoticed by the other. He looked down seeing that Ryan had been watching his face the entire time. Mika quickly broke eye contact but felt Ryan still staring. The low ring of the phone shocked Mika as he nearly stumbled over the coffee table. He didn’t fall far as Ryan’s arm captured him and kept him from taking any steps on his injured foot. The taller teen pulled Mika back into a standing position but didn’t remove his arms.
“Let the answering machine get it.”
The phone rang a few times but the machine clicked into recorder mode. The voice of a young woman rang through the apartment.
‘Mika…Come on sweetie answer the phone… Look I’m sorry about last weekend. I know we were supposed to go to dinner but Frank didn’t feel well and… It looks like I won’t be home for a while. Frank just won two tickets for a month long cruise! I think he is the one, sweetie. Just wait till you meet him…’
Another voice sounded distance on the machine and inaudible to the listeners.
“Ok, look Mika I have to go. I wanted to check on you before we left but it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen. I’ll call you when we get back. Love ya. Bye.”
Mika closed his eyes. There was no rescue on the way anytime soon. The foreign hands began to move across his chest. They slowly massaged around Mika’s nipples, hardening them. Ryan slowly lowered them back to the couch. His larger body smothered Mika into the cushions on the couch. Mika tried to move position his head to be able to breathe. But Ryan’s fingers waved through the ebony strands and jerked them back viciously. Mika released a cry.
“Mika.”
Ryan hissed into smaller teen’s ear.

TBC