Chapter 33

"I'm sorry," The receptionist smiled what she thought was her winning smile, "Parent's visiting day was yesterday."

Sean put his head in his hands, she really was a bimbo, and reminding him with every second, why he was gay, "I know," he groaned, "I was here yesterday. I need to see my nephew, he's ill."

"And what was your nephews name again?"

From where he stood by the main school doors, John laughed to himself, he could see Sean getting more and more wound up, and this was just funny.

"Fergal Caley Nolan." Sean repeated for the third time that morning.

"Oh Hi there." Andi smiled as she came through the reception doors, "You're the twin's uncle aren't you?"

"Yes." Sean sighed, rolling his eyes at John.

"Have you come to see how Fergie is?"

Sean nodded, no-one had actually told him Fergie had been hospitalised, but he knew David well enough to have guessed.

"Come upstairs, the kid's are having a lie in today, so he's probably still in his dorm." Andi turned to John, "And you are?"

"Uh," John grinned, unsure of quite how to answer the question, "Friend of the family?"

Andi laughed, understanding (she was a friend of Art's after all.) "Come on, I'll show you where to go."

"Ouch," Fergie muttered as he woke up, "Am I still alive?"

Tor, lying on the narrow bed beside him, opened his eyes, and, smiling, rather sweetly kissed his brother on the cheek. "Just about."

"Oh," Fergie raised his eyebrows, and shifted, gingerly to lie on his side, facing Tor, "And who gave you permission to get into bed with me?"

"You did actually," Tor smiled, reaching up a gentle hand to touch his brother's battered face, "Poor Caley," he muttered, "All broken now."

Fergie grinned, and instantly regretted it, the scab on his newly healed split lip breaking and filling his head with pain, and as it did, all the other aches and pains returned to him. "Torin, am I allowed a painkiller?"

Tor climbed out of bed, wandering across to their chest of drawers, on top of which stood a glass of water and a box of pills. He grabbed both, silently thanking Art for being so forward thinking.

Mara was just awake, not really awake enough to have a conversation, but fully aware of the world around her. She lay on her side, gazing at Tor as he slipped the painkiller in his twin's mouth, holding the glass of water to Fergie's lips, and she sighed softly to herself, he was so perfect, it was unbeleiveable.

As most people were waking up there was a knock on the door, "Is everyone decent?" Andi asked

Art glanced around, and, after grabbing Seiji's boxers off the floor and putting them on his boyfriend, called out "Yep, Are now."

Andi grinned and pushed open the door. Seans eye instandtly landed on Fergie, lying, fairly mushed up, on his bed. "Oh Jesus, Caley," he muttered as he walked across the room to where his nephew lay, whith barely a flicker of an eye twoards Art, who was cuddled up in bed with Seiji.

Fergie grinned, "Hey Uncle Sean." He smiled, and he glanced towards the door, "Hey John! How are you? D'ya have a good time in America?"

John nodded, and all eyes turned towards him, no-one had noticed him arrive, and he was, in a word, camp. He stood there, leaning against the doorframe, tight pale blue jeans, a tight pale pink t-shirt, one and resting on his hip, crinkles at the corners of his baby blue eyes as he gazed at Sean, being caring and responsible as usual. "I'm fine thanks," He smiled, "You aren't looking great I have to say."

Fergie shrugged, or atleast, tried as hard as he could to shrug, it's not easy with broken ribs. "I'm not so bad this morning actually."

John laughed and, flicking a lock of sandy blond hair out of his eyes, wandered across to kneel beside Fergie's bed. Placing a gentle kiss on Fergie's forhead he glanced at Sean, who was deep in conversation with Tor.

"Stupid fucking cunt." Tor muttered, his green eyes flashing with anger.

John glanced at Ferige, his eyes sparkling mischeviously, he reached out and grabbed Tor, pulling him into his lap, smothering him with kisses. "Hello Torin." he grinned, laughing

Tor struggled away angrily, well aware that not only his girlfriend, but most of his year were watching. "Don't kiss me." he muttered angrily, making John, Fergie and Sean collapse with laughter. His scowl darkened, "Well I'm glad I provide such amusement for you all."

"Oh Torin," Sean laughed, ruffling his nephew's hair, "You're just so....straight!"

Sean and John hung around for the rest of saturday, doing their very best to cheer Fergie up, (although the thing that cheered him up the most throughout the whole day was the five minutes peace he had when he went outside for a smoke.) and succeeded not only in making Fergie and Tor happier, but the whole rest of their year. Apart from Seiji, who was pissed off, because Art was showering Fergie with attention, and he was flirting with Sean and John. Seiji spent most of the day scowling, it hurt him to see Art happily chatting with adults as much as it hurt Art to see Seiji with his peers, but it takes a hell of a lot to cheer Seiji up anyway.

"Hey Matty," Eagle grabbed Matt's arm, catching him on his own for the first time that day,

"Yeah," Matt turned around to face him, he couldn't help but blush, remembering what had happened the night before.

"About last night,"

Matt winced slightly, "Yeah."

"I mean," Eagle scratched his neck rather akwardly, "It was nothing, right? I mean, we were both half asleep, and, yeah..." he trailed off pathetically, wishing that Matt would interrupt him saying, It wasn't nothing, it was everything

Matt laughed, "Yeah, it was nothing," he grinned at Eagle, inside thinking, I'm lying, that kiss meant everything to me

Eagle grinned, and reached out a gentle hand to Matt's cheek, "Come on," he laughed, gentle stroking the other boy's cheek, "Let's go find the others,"

Neither boy realised the intimacy of that gesture.

By saturday night everyone was happier, but just as exhasted, and so all soon collapsed into bed. Seiji crawled into bed before Art came to turn the lights out, lying defiantly facing the wall.

Art walked into the dorm, and saw Seiji facing the wall. So he was sulking again. There was only one was to deal with Seiji when he was sulking. Art knew he'd piss him off whatever he did, so he decided to do it with style. Grinning to himself, he walked over to where Seiji lay, and, with not a word of warning, picked the smaller boy up, bundled him up in his arms, and walked out of the dorm, flicking out the light as he went. He half ran up to his room, if he was caught he could get in mega trouble. Once inside his room he threw the now furious and struggling Seiji onto the bed. "Right." he laughed, "I know you're in a bad mood, I can't figure why, but I wanna screw you, so lets have sex."

Seiji thought for a moment, and then realised he had no choice, Art's bluntness flipped him out of his foul humour, and he grabbed the older boy, "Come here then." he grinned

Art laughed, and flicked the lights out.

Sunday past, mostly smoothly, apart from Ash dancing around the dorm for most of the day squeeling, "New people coming today!" Over and over again, and singing his happy song, and generally giving everyone a headache.

Late on Sunday afternoon Fergie finally sat up, determined actually to do something with his day, even if it wasn't a very productive something. "Can I go have a bath." He said, glancing vaugly in Art's direction.

Art looked up, (he had been making out with Seiji) "Sure, sounds like a great idea, I'll redo the bandages and stuff after if you want."

Fergie grinned, "Thanks," he muttered, grabbing his towel as he walked out,

"Caley!" Tor called, "Will you be ok on your own?"

Fergie laughed, touched by his brother's kindness, but also knowing what Tor was really after. "I'll be fine." he grinned, and half danced out of the room.

"You know." Seiji muttered thougtfully, tracing a finger down Art's spine, half smiling to himself as he felt the older boy shiver, "For a boy who was raped the day before yesterday, he sure seems cheerful."

Fergie laughed, amused, as he ran back in to grab his shampoo and conditioner, "It wasn't rape." he mumbled, half to himself, half to Tor, but it was Seiji who responded, if only with a raised eyebrow. Fergie shrugged, regretting it as his ribs started to ache again, "I said yes, always do."

"Doesn't mean it wasn't rape." Art whispered to Seiji, but Fergie didn't hear him as he went to have his bath.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, "Come in," Art called,

The door opened, and a girl bounced in, smiling shyly, but her eyes sparkling mischeviously, she had fine red hair down to her waist, tied up in a ridiculously high ponytail. "Hi," she said, and the first thing everyone noticed was her american accent, "I'm Dee, I'm new here."

Art sat up, and grabbed his register from where it lay on the floor, "Hi," he grinned friendlily (if a six foot two gay vegitarian albino freak can be friendly) "I'm Art, I'm gonna be your head of year, and Art teacher."

Dee frowned slightly, "Who's that?" she asked pointing at Seiji, who was currently still in bed with Art.

"Uh, that's Seiji, but, um, I probably shouldn't legally be sleeping with him," Art scrunched up his nose, as if thinking, "But I do anyway."

Dee laughed, "Sure, Ok. As long as it's not some weird English law."

Looking at the register, Art frowned, "Dee you said? There's no Dee here."

"Uh, I'll be down as Willow."

"Willow? Right, got you." Art put a tick beside Dee's name, "How did you get from Willow to Dee."

Dee shrugged, "Not so sure, but I had fun on the way."

Ash laughed, and impulsivly stood up and hugged the girl, "You seem nice."

"Um, hello there." Another girl stood at the door, "But I'm a new L6, is this where I should be."

Art looked towards the girl at the door, "Yup, I take it you're..."

"Aimee." She cut him off, "My name is Aimee."

Art grinned, he knew what Aimee's real name was, he also knew he was going to embarrass her intensly by telling everyone. "Hmmm," he said, looking at the register, "Say's here you're called Chocolate."

Everyone laughed, and Aimee scowled, "I have weird parent's, ok?"

Art grinned, "I'm Art, head of year, and sure, we'll call you Aimee." he turned to Alex, "Straight boy?"

Alex sighed, "Yeah"

"Go get the other dorm to come meet the newbies."

Alex frowned slightly, "Why me?"

Laughing, Art replied, "You're straight, they might listen to you."

"Hey!" Matt yelled, "I'm straight too."

Absolute silence, and Art and Seiji turned to look at Matt. Nothing more was needed, just a look. Slowely Matt's hand went to his mouth, Oh God, he thought They know, I'm dead, they saw.

"Yeah right," Seiji laughed, it wouldn't do to embarrass the boy just yet.

"Hello," Said a voice from the doorway.

Everyone turned to stare, you couldn't help but not, the voice, with a slight hint of an italian accent, came from a boy, standing there, leaning against the edge of the door, curly black hair falling over his bright blue eyes, such crystal blue they were hyptnotising.

"Ohmygod." Mara gushed, screwing her eyes up tight she held her hand out in the vauge direction of Tor, "Tor come here now, sit beside me and hold my hand."

Tor frowned, "Why?"

"If you want me to remain a good and faithful girlfriend, do as I say."

The boy in the doorway laughed, "Met before have we?"

Still with her eyes screwed up tight, Mara nodded.

"Do you just want me to go outside, I'll give you a couple of seconds to get ready, and then I'll come back in."

Mara nodded again, incapable of speaking to him.

Grinning the boy stepped outside and pushed the door shut.

As Tor obediently went to sit beside Mara, totally confused by her actions, Art went to open the door again. "I'm Art," he said, as he had to the other two, "Your head of year."

"Good to meet you," the boy's eyes flickered up and down Art, a mental assesment, and as his eyes took in the near perfect body of the teacher, he rephrased himself "Very good to meet you." He laughed, holding out his hand, "Marcus Walker-Brett. How do you do?"

Art laughed back, "Uh, Welcome to the L6," he said, totally dumbfounded by this boy.

Marcus laughed, and walked calmly over to Mara, totally ignoring her boyfriend sat beside her, he knelt down infront of her, reaching up a gentle hand to stroke her cheek, "Now then pretty little girl, when have I slept with you?"

"Who said you slept with her," Tor interrupted furiously, but both Marcus and Mara ignored him,

"Last May, Paris, Doing the nutcracker, I was in the Corpse de Ballet,"

Marcus thought about it for a second, "I can remember being there," he laughed, picking up her free hand and kissing it, "What day of the week?"

Mara blushed, "Thursday" then she blushed, "I think" she added hurriedly, "I don't really remember," she lied.

Marcus thought for another couple of seconds, and then, laughing stood up, "Oh yes," he grinned at her, "I remember - you like being bitten."

Mara, needless to say, turned bright red.

"MARCUS!" Came a squeal from the doorway.

Marcus turned, and the smile was wiped from his face, as Toni rushed forwards to hug him. "Hallo Nettie." He smiled, brushing a lock of hair out of face.

"Oh God, Marcus, I didn't know you were coming here."

Marcus merely shrugged in reply.

"I haven't seen you since that concert in New York."

Marcus nodded, "Yeah, sorry, don't really remember."

Toni rolled her eyes, "You were stoned, for the whole thing."

That did make Marcus laugh, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling.

"Oh Marcus," Toni sighed softly, stepping back from him, "You look fantastic."

"Yeah," Marcus grinned, his eyes flicking up and down her, giving her the once over, "And you look..." he trailed off. "So, any introductions." he said, bluntly avoiding giving Toni any compliaments.

"Nettie?" J raised an eyebrow at Marcus, trying to look hot, and failing.

"Yeah," Marcus looked at her, and decided she wasn't even worth it, "I think Tony is a man's name. And you are?"

She shrugged, trying to be nochalant, "J."

Marcus burst out laughing, "That's a letter, not a name,"

"I know," Ash looked up, as if suddenly enlightened, "I know what you look like,"

Marcus turned to the boy with bubblegum pink hair, "And?"

"One of those Angels, by that painter."

Marcus laughed, knowing exactly what he meant, "Yes, wouldn't be the first time I've been likened to a Botticelli angel." He grinned at Ash, "You're fairly gorgeous for a bloke."

"Well," Ash batted his eyelashes, "It's worth being gorgeous when there's someone to be gorgeous for." he laughed.

Marcus grinned, and, flirting, stuck his toungue out at Ash - an instant mistake

"Hey, what's that on your toungue?" Eagle asked.

Marcus blushed, his skin tingeing a faint pink, "Uh, I was high, and it seemed like a good idea. Nah," he grinned sticking out his toungue, and showing them the silver stud through the middle of it, "It was a good idea." he laughed, "Makes giving blow jobs a hell of a lot more fun."

Art laughed, "Take it you're bi, cause if you are you'd better stay in this dorm."

"Damn straight," Ally muttered, annoyed at being upstaged for being cheif pretty boy.

"Yeah," Marcus laughed,

At that exact moment, Fergie walked through the door, his broken, battered and bruised body covered only by a towel around his waist, with his bandages removed his classmates could see for the first time the true extent of the damage to his delicate body.

For the first time ever, Marcus felt his heart slow, and stop beating. Silenced, he watched as the beautiful boy entered the room, walking calmly over to his bed and picking up the lighter on it. "You know what," Marcus swallowed, turning to Art, "Make that 'Hell yeah'."

Fergie turned to Tor, unsure of what was going on, but knowing it had something to do with him, "Tor are you wearing my trousers?" he asked.

Tor fished in his pocked and pulled out a packet of ciggarrettes, tossing them to his twin.

Fergie smiled, and turned to Art, "Can you re-do my bandages when I get back? I'm going for a smoke." he didn't wait for a reply, but walked out of the crowded room.

"Who's that?" Marcus asked the second he had gone, he turned to Tor, "Your twin? Yes? What's his name?"

Tor laughed, "Fergie. And yes he is my twin."

Marcus grinned, "He's pretty." he said, turning away, "I want him."

"Aren't you going to ask if he's gay? Cause if he's not, that might cause you some problems."

Marcus laughed, turning back to Tor, and shrugged, "He might be, he might not be, but he will be by the time I've finished with him." He stuck his toungue out at Tor, again a flash of silver, before he turned away. Thinking, he turned back, "Is he?"

Tor laughed, "Yes."

"Good, less work for me then." Marcus turned to Art, "What is the school policy on smoking?"

Art thought about it for a second, "Technically as you're sixteen, we can't stop you smoking cigarrettes, as long as you do it outside."

Marcus waited, and then, realising that the rest of the answer, the part he actually wanted, wasn't going to come, promted Art, "And what about smoking other stuff?"

Art just raised his eyebrows, "Don't let anyone catch you, don't turn up high to my lessons, and I shouldn't see a problem."

Marcus grinned, "Cool, and is there a piano somewhere?"

Art nodded, "Too many," he scowled slightly, not a very musical person himself, "Nearset one is downstairs, in the common room."

"Thanks," Marcus grinned again, "I ought to go and do some practise, as I've been travelling all day. Can I leave my bags here?"

With afirmation from Art, Marcus dropped his bags and went downstairs, in search of a paino. He sat down at the one in the empty common room. Cracking his knuckles, an awful habit, before he started to play, he started with a simple, one octave scale of c major, no reason why they should be graced with the Walker-Brett genious just yet. He gave in, and let his hands slide into Rachmaninoff's third piano concerto [point of reference Rach 3 is about as hard as piano playing getes] leting his long slender fingers run over the keyboard. He became so engrossed in his playing, he failed to notice the slender figure standing behind him.

"Oh fuck," he muttered as he messed up the polyrithmic octa- and sextaplets.

"Sounds good though." Came Fergie's gorgeous Irish accent came from behind him

Marcus spun around, caught totally off guard,"Hi," he muttered, turning pale pink again, "I'm Marcus"

Fergie grinned, " Fergie, but I expect they've already told you that."

Marcus nodded, grinning, his eyes flickered over Fergie's still practically naked body. "Your dad do that?" he asked bluntly.

Fergie smiled, "Step-dad."

Marcus nodded, understanding.

Fergie frowned, "You look understanding, as if you've been through it all yourself, either you're a very good actor or..."

Marcus blushed an even deeper pink, "My dad."

Fergie reached out a gentle hand to Marcus's face, "Life sucks, don't it?" He grinned, "Keep playing," he laughed as he walked up the stairs, "I like it."

Marcus grinned, his fingers idley picking out some Mozart, easier and prettier, as he watched Fergie walking up the stairs, He's gorgeous he thought.

Mara scowled as Art turned the lights out, not that she didn't want to go to sleep, she was just kinda annoyed that Tor was still in bed with Fergie. Didn't he care about her? She lay there for a few minutes, sulking, until she felt a gentle hand on her back, and a familier whisper in her ear, "Sex?" She smiled, recognising the voice, and feeling her bad mood float away, he really was gorgeous.

Grinning, she slipped out of bed and took his hand, following him out of the dorm, and down the stairs o the common room. She felt his gentle finger on her lips, "Shhhh beautiful," he muttered, "Gotta be quiet, otherwise the other's will notice."

Silently, she nodded. She felt a slight tugging at the bottom of her nightgown as he grabbed it, and in a second the flimsy straps had slipped of her shoulders, and the garment slid to the ground. She smiled to herself, naked infront of him, he was only wearing a pair of pajama trousers after all. She felt him push her backwards onto a sofa. He lay down on top of her. "I'm going to take you here," he muttered in her ear, gently nipping her earlobe.

He was, as always, fantastic.

Afterards, Mara lay there, speechless, trying to catch her breath, "My God" she muttered.

He laughed, "You know, you could just call me Marcus."