"Sexual intercourse is a grossly overrated pastime; the position is undignified, the pleasure momentary and the consequences utterly damnable." - Lord Chesterfield
Bari walked into Draco's room, he smiled at his father. "I'm going over Keeley's..." Draco gave him an odd expression, and then left the room. Bari knew to stay there, his father quickly returned holding a small vial and three small pockets. Draco handed them to him. The small vial was scented oil, Bari's cheeks dusted a light pink tone. He looked down and saw the small pockets of foil-like material were condoms. One had the flavor of stawberry, the other had a warming sensation, and the last one was a normal one.
Bari blush substained a red color, Draco laughed and placed a hand on Bari's shoulder. He then signed against Bari's shoulder, 'Have fun, and be safe... don't get knocked up' Bari nodded and kissed his father on the forehead.
Keeley placed a hand on Bari's chest, sucking on Bari's neck. Keeley let out a moan, and placed his other hand on Bari's face. He felt moisture, he brought his face up and saw Bari crying through burred eyes. Bari's naked body wracked with sobs, Keeley wiped Bari's tears away. The going-blind boy kissed Bari's forehead and fell onto the bed next to his black-haired lover.
Bari looked at the maroon and curly-haired boy through half lidded eyes, 'If you didn't want it... then why did you come here... why did you willingly get naked and put on a condom.' Keeley signed against Bari's hand, Bari just shook his head and looked away. 'But you know what Bari... I'm happy so long as you are... I don't want to go to fast because I really care for you. If this is too soon I understand. It's just that... now I have this raging hard on.'
Bari grined and laughed, he took Keeley into his hand. 'I may not want sex... but I can at least rid you of this perdicament this way.' Moans were the only thing heard in the room, but they fell on deaf ears.
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Becan threw on some clothes, not caring that he was wearing Bari's dirty-looking tight blue jeans, and shirt. He didn't pay attention as he took Bari's jacket off the hook instead of his own. Bari's jacket was a tight, tan-knit jacket, it was very obviously made for a girl, but Bari had liked it and bought it, not caring that it was in the womans section. His blond hair fell into his face as he shoved his hands into his pockets. It was a cold winter this year.
Becan shivered as he made his way to the public Library. He was soon there as he turned a corner and walked up multiple stairs to get to the door. Becan sat at the table in the libray, he was researching several things. He sat with a book for Bari, he was looking at it with mild interest until a boy behind him burst out laughing. Becan looked behind him and saw a boy with dark blue eyes and a pink mohawk. "You gay?" Becan shook his head and motioned to the other books that were thrown all over the table. "Ah... your a... oh. I see." Becan let out a silent laugh. "So what's your name?"
Becan took out a peice of parchment and wrote on it with a muggle pen, "My name is Becan, I'm a mute." The boy looked surprised, "Yes, I know shocking such a looker like me can't talk." The boy laughed.
"So you... Eunuch?" Becan nodded, "Wow, never met one before... so you have nothing down there."
Becan let out another silent laugh, "I haven't done it yet... I'm gonna do it for my twenty-first birthday, a present to myself if you will." He wrote down quickly in his neat, girl-like handwritting. Draco had made sure that both of his boys could write well, and up to his high standard. The pink-haired boy grinned.
"So you still have it?" Becan nodded, "Ever thought about getting rid of your virginity before you do away with your goods."
Becan couldn't believe this guy, he was obviously comming on to the mute boy. He shook his head. The boy picked up Becan's pen and wrote down his phone number and email address, "If you ever want to have a quick, no-strings-attached shag just call me... oh wait." Becan smirked, "You can't call me... soo... just email me. I mean judging from the size of your feet I have to say that... it would be a waste for something like that to be gone before anyone sees it." With a wink the boy left. Becan shook his head and looked down at his research.
Now, to increase sexual stimulation you must...
Becan shivered in disgust and put the book down. And picked up a book on what he would become soon and smiled.
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Orran was sitting at the table, he heard his father come in. The strong scent of alcohol met his sensitive nose, he ran as quietly as he could up to his room. His eyeliner started to run as tears made their way down his cheeks. Tristram took this oportunity to make his way into Orran's window. Orran looked shocked, he heard the un-mistakable sound of feet pounding on steps. "Get out!" Orran hissed in a quiet shaking voice.
It was too late to force him out of the room so he shoved his boyfriend with an apologetic smiled. 'don't try to save me, stay silent and stay here' Orran signed to his boyfriend. The closet was not stable; the doors were shutters and you could see almost everything in the room. Orran sat on the bed his faceing the closet, his head down in shame.
He waited.
The door opened and slammed. Orran flinched, his father walked over to the bed and went up behind him. Tristram could see Orran visably tense as his father placed a hand on his shoulder, "Orran, Orran, Orran... when will you ever learn." Orran said nothing. "Worthless bitch." Orran flinched again. "You know what to do." Orran got up from the bed and waited for his father to sit on the edge of the bed. While his father got ready Orran stripped off his clothes, sending a withering glance at the closet. "Hurry up!" Orran quckly took off his boxer-briefs and laid down across his father's lap.
Tristram couldn't tear his eyes away while his boyfriend was being abused, "No... don't... you've never done-"
"Shut up!" Tristram's eyes filled with tears as he watched. He heard Orran's muffled crys, and wimpers. After a scream of pure pain he couldn't take it, he covered his ears trying to block out the sounds, he closed his eyes blocking out the offending images.
After what felt like ages Tristram opened his eyes and saw Orran's father, naked, as he left the room. He flung one last degrating name at Orran before slamming the door behind him. Orran seemed to have forgoten about Tristram as he got up and nursed his wounds. The green-haired boy opened up the closet doors. The blue haired boy looked up in surprise.
"I'm so sorry... so sorry you had to see that... he's never... he's never..." Tristram's blue-haired boyfriend looked down. "He's hit me before... but never... never that... never sexual... never... never rape." Tristram took his boyfriend into his arms. Orran pushed him off, "Just go... I'm dirty and... now..." Orran started to cry even worse now. His black eyeliner was almost all washed off. "Please... you can't see me like this."
Tristram nodded and kissed Orran's forehead, "We have to talk, maybe not today, or tomorrow, but soon. I need to know what's going on." Orran nodded and threw himself onto his bed as Tristram left the same way he came in.
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Remus smiled down at Severus's sleeping form. He then heard the door open and close, "Remus..." Remus giggled at the thought of Tristram complaining over a sore arse, when he heard soft sobs. "Sev..."
Remus came out to see his little boy, crying. "Tristram... what happened?" The green-haired boy reached his arms out and Remus hugged him tight against his body. "Trist?" He pulled Tritram down onto the sofa where Remus laid out, he held the boy tight against his body back against chest. "Tell me what happened? Did he break up with you...?" Tristram turned around slightly and pressed his face into Remus's chest. With a firm shake of Tristram's head, Remus waited for him to continue.
"He hits him." The simple sentence made Remus look away from his son, "I... I went over his house to surprise him... and..." Remus ran his fingers through green locks. "and he told me to get out. I then heard... heard pounding... it was someone coming up the stairs... he shoved me into the closet. Then..." The fourteen-year-old boy buried his face into his father's chest, trying to shield himself from something he only knew.
"Then... what, Trist?" Remus prompted. Severus was standing in the doorframe. Tristram didn't reply, he kept his face burried into Remus's shirt. "Tristram... it's okay." Remus hugged the boy to his chest.
"Orran... he got undressed... and laid across his father's lap." Tristram didn't dare lift his face from his father's chest. "He... he... was... wa-"
The doorbell rang, Severus went and answered it. Tristram's hook-nosed father came in with a blue-haired boy behind him. Cuts on Orran's face were still bleeding, bruises were forming. The boy's shirt had blood across it, as well as his pants from soars and cuts seeping through the torn clothing. "Trist... please... don't think of me as the abused boy... please... it's not that bad." Orran's face was free of makeup; tears and sweat had washed all of it off. "He's... he's not as bad as my last father..." Tristram stood up from his place on the sofa. "But that's not why I'm here... well it's partially why..." Orran swallowed and turned away from Tristram.
"My first time was with this father about... a month ago..." Orran looked down at his feet. "Being as I'm a wizard... he... he got me pregnant..." The room sat in silence; the only sound was Orran whos body racked with sobs. Tristram stepped forward a single step, still in shock. Orran fell to the ground, still facing the opposite wall. Severus was the first to recover; he stepped forward and picked the fifteen-year-old boy up.
"Explain yourself." Orran tried to get the words out through a broken jaw, Severus hadn't noticed before. "That is after you clean yourself up." Severus led the boy to the bathroom, Orran undressed and dropped into the warm bath. Severus came in with several potions, Orran blushed bright crimson, Severus in turn rolled his eyes. Severus poured some potions into the water, he then handed Orran three potions. "First this one." Severus pointed at the green vial, Orran took it holding down the bile reaching his throat, "Next the orange" his stomach settled, then he downed the blue one. Orran fell asleep within several seconds. Severus heaved a sigh; he let the boy soak for fifteen minutes. He then lifted the boy and wrapped him neatly in a towel.
"Is he alright?" Tristram asked, his brown furrowed and concern written all over his features.
"We'll see... I have to... have to examine all of him, Remus if you would..." Severus trailed off and Remus told Tristram to stay in his room, the green-haired teen protested, but soon complied.
Remus then came into the potions lab, it still smelled heavily of sex. Orran was laid across the now-clean bed, "You'll flip him when I say, you will do exactly as I tell you, this has to be very quick, he'll loose a lot of blood due to the potions and such." They set to work they never noticed the boy in the doorway, as they worked on latter's boyfriend.
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Bari was wearing a tight leotard; he reached his left hand out and ran on his toes. He brought his right and left hand to the center of his chest and jumped as high as he could, spinning twice in the air. His left foot landed first, and then he spun around his face concentrated as he stopped suddenly. He grabbed onto the girl that came into his arms and he threw her in the air catching her on the way down. The music that was playing was unheard by the black-haired boy. He then extended his left arm, the girl did the same with her right and then he let go of her hand slowly. He did a leap into the air his right leg extended forward while his left extended back wards. He ran again on his toes and jumped in the air, attempting to do three spins. His muscles rippled as he fell to his knees.
The boy's ankle twisted at an odd angle. A cry of pain rang through the empty hall.
"Draco!" The man was torn out of his book, "Bari's at the hospital." Draco knew that being as he was a balle dancer that Bari would receive injuries. Bari would often limp home and take a bath to sooth his bleeding soar feet. Draco shut the door of his old car; Severus had bought it for him.
Severus bought a lot of things for him, since the boys' birthdays were so close to going back to school. Severus would often times buy them their school supplies. Draco had cried when Severus showed up with all of their school supplies except their wands. Draco had looked up at his godfather as Severus stepped forward, only to embrace the small boy. When the boys were small they didn't understand why that was their present when 'daddy' could get it for them, but now they did. They would praise Severus instead of questioning him.
The dance instructor took off, Draco behind him. They arrived to the hospital fairly soon. Draco walked in, "Are you okay?" Bari let out a sharp hiss of pain as he stood up. Bari had always been absolutely terrified of hospitals since he was twelve; Draco rushed forward and picked Bari up. "Shh..." Bari placed his head into his father's shoulder. "It's okay."
Ever since that day when the doctors tried to revive Bari's hearing he had been scared of hospitals. He was twelve; his legs were swinging in the waiting room. Bari looked around it was his eighth surgery, all of the ones before had failed. He was placed under the knife and under went a grueling, painful surgery- all on Severus's bill. Bari woke up his head pounding and wrapped tightly in bandages, the boy seemed to have an endless amount of tears.
It was his final surgery; Draco had spent every night he could beside Bari. The boy had come home and just a week after he had, his ears started bleeding. Bari had freaked out and said that he would never go to the hospital again if he could help it. Draco had not taken him to the hospital ever since.
Draco was not supposed to use magic, but he quickly took out his wand and muttered a bone-mending spell. Bari smiled gratefully and they left the hospital. Draco obliterated the memory of the doctors and they walked out calmly. Bari's hand was crushing his wrist, bruising the pale flesh, knuckles white; wide eyes alert and wandering around the hospital at nervous speeds.
