Chapter 13

Seiji groaned and rolled over, into Art's arms. He looked up at the older boy, and smiled, even with his hair dyed that ridiculous colour, he still managed to be the most gorgeous thing on this planet. He leant forward and kissed him softly. "Wake up beautiful" he whispered.

"Wha?" Art muttered, his eyes flickering open, "Oh, morning Seij," he thought for a second, "Love you." he said, closing his eyes again, wrapping his arms around Seiji's slender body.

Seiji grinned, and snuggled in closer to Art.

Fergie woke up, lying in Tor's bed, and turned to face the empty space beside him. He looked up, and saw Tor, just waking up in Mara's bed. "Tor, come here." he whispered.

Tor climbed gently out of Mara's bed, trying not to wake her. He crept over to where his brother lay. "Why do I have to move."

"Two reasons: One: You know Art's opinion on straight sex, he'd go mental; Two:" he slipped his arms around Torin's waist, "I missed you."

Tor grinned and slipped into bed beside Fergie, "You know what Ferg?"

"What?"

"I missed you too." He wrapped his arms around his brother, "Love you,"

"Love you too Tor,"

Alex glanced across the room, to where Raven lay, awake, staring at the ceiling. He watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she took her breaths, the quiet smile on her face, her dark brown eyes staring up. "Hey Raven," he called quietly

She glanced across at him, and smiled, "What?"

He grinned, "Love you,"

She blushed deep crimson, "Love you too."

Eagle lay, curled up at the bottom of his bed. Hiding under the duvet, so no-one could see the tears rolling down his cheeks.

Images flashed through his mind: Matt, aged 12, nervously holding out a shaking hand I'm Matt, can we be friends? ; Matt, older, pushing Raven on a swing; Matt, the first time Eagle went away to boarding school, tears rolling down his face I'm gonna miss you Eagle, you're my best friend; Matt, last summer, his once skinny body filled out, chasing eagle around the garden, mad, cause Eagle had stolen his top, he grabbed him around the waist, pulling him down, landing on top of him, jokingly kissing him, not knowing how much that kiss meant to Eagle; Matt, lying in bed beside Eagle, just a few days ago, gently kissing him on the lips night ; Matt, glaring at him, Ariadne behind him, an unfamiliar hatred in Matt's eye's Fuck off .

Seiji looked up at Art, smiling. "Art," he whispered,

"Yeah," Art mumbled,

"I'm sorry."

Art smiled, half amused, "What for,"

"Being a prick, cause I am one."

Art kissed the top of Seiji's head, "No sweetie, I'm the prick." He glanced up at the clock, and grinned, "We have an hour before we have to get up." he sniggered, "What do you think we should do with an hour."

After breakfast. Everyone trudged, in pairs down to the church in the town for sunday mass. It was boring, the vicar was about 100 and had no idea of the word fun. Sniggers ran around the room during the hymn that ended in the line thou art love

Seiji grinned at Art, sniggering slightly.

Art held his breath, trying not to laugh, silently shaking.

Sunday afternoon was reserved for quiet resting and gentle walks around the ground, and, although this wasn't in the parents prospectus, screwing.

Art lay in Seiji's bed, arms around Seiji, laughing and talking with the students, who out of lesson time, became his friends.

There was a knock on the door, The Head walked in.

Art looked up, and grinned, the one member of staff who wouldn't care if he was in bed with Seiji, "Hello Sir,"

"Hello Artur," Sir turned his attentions to Seiji, "You have a visitor Mr Furu-Yama"

A tall, dark haired man walked into the room, head held high.

Seiji tumbled out of bed, landing on the floor in a bow, "Lord Shinzaburo" he mumbled,

Art stood up, and grinned, "Shinza," he nodded to the man,

"Hello Artur," Lord Shinzaburo smiled at Art, "Seiji, stand up will you."

Mumbling swearwords Seiji stood up, "Bastard, don't tell me what to do."

"That's my job Seiji." He stroked a gentle hand down Seiji's cheek, "How are you finding school, what do you do."

"Art," Art sniggered,

"Schools fine, but Art stole all my blades,"

Shinzaburo raised his eyebrows at Art, "I hope you gave them back,"

"Of course I did."

"Good," he turned back to Seiji, "I have a little job for you Seiji."

Seiji smiled, looking truly happy for the first time in a while, "Really?"

"Yes, a word outside please. And Artur, you come too."

Art followed Seiji and Lord Shinzaburo out of the room.

Through the shut door, the rest of the dorm heard snatches of converstation:

"...it's not a hard task..."

"....I would be honoured...."

"....tonight, at midnight.........town...."

"......very well Lord..............."

"....can he screw me after?" that was Art,

Lord Shinzaburo laughed as he opened the door to let the two of them back in, "After, you can do whatever you like to him."

"Hey!" Seiji glared at him, "That's not fair, I should have some say in this."

Shinzaburo smiled faintly at him, "No, you owe me your soul, what I say, goes."

In the dark of the night, Seiji gently kissed Art, "Won't be long," he whispered. He stood up, and out of his chest of drawers took a long black silk cloak, a pair of black silk gloves, and a pair of dark black, soft leather boots. He smiled as he put them on, he never felt happier than when he was working, except maybe when he was with Art. He slipped out of the room, and ran silently down to the town, arriving as the church clock struck midnight.

Art glanced down at his watch, "It's two o'clock, he should be here by now," he muttered, lying in Seiji's abandoned bed, "Why isn't he here," he fought back tears, "Oh god, I hope nothing's gone wrong."

Seiji laughed, "Nothing ever goes wrong with me, I've been here for sometime." He slipped out of his clothes, "You just didn't notice me."

Art moved over to make room for Seiji, "I just, I was worried about you."

Seiji grinned as he got into bed beside his boyfriend, "I had no problems," he looked down at his hands, and gently licked his fingers "Goddamit, I love that taste." he said as his toungue washed away the blood.