Chapter 37

Andi woke up with a shiver. She glanced around her, not really awake yet. Reaching out she grabbed her duvet off the floor and wrapped it around her naked body. Memories of the night before started to flood back. She hadn�t expected a sixteen year old to be�well�to be so good. Her right hand instinctively grabbed her left wrist, still red and sore from being bound with Marcus�s belt. She smiled quietly to herself, she hadn�t expected him to be so violent either, or quite so strong. �God,� she sighed softly, pulling the covers up to her chin, he�d been so strong. She remembered his arms pinning her down, but she also remembered him holding her, his warm body against hers, holding her close. She frowned slightly, he must have gone back to his dorm. Oh yes, she vaguely remembered a gentle kiss on her forehead, such a sweet good bye.

She rolled over to look and the clock and saw a note propped up against it, in scribbly capital letters, it was so obvious he was a musician, four little words

YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL
MWB

She smiled, he was so cute. She grabbed the note and looked at the clock behind it, shit, she only had a few minutes to get ready.

Ash opened his eyes, glancing across at Marcus�s empty bed, he still wasn�t back. Just as he thought that, Marcus walked through the door, already wearing his trousers, shirt on, but falling open to reveal his perfect body, towel in his hands, towelling dry his wet, black, curly hair.

�Morning gorgeous,� he whispered softly, smiling at Ash.

�Don�t you ever sleep?�

Marcus just laughed inaudibly, sitting down on his bed. He reached out to his bedside drawer and took out a bottle of vodka. Unscrewing the cap, he took a quick swig before putting it back in the drawer.

�Vodka before breakfast?� Ash asked, shocked that Marcus would be so bad, when he looked like such an angel.

Marcus smiled wryly, �Gets me through the day,� he grinned.

Running back from the bathroom, towel wrapped around her, Andi ran smack bang into Art.

�Sorry,� she blushed slightly, �Overslept, and now I�m running behind.�

Art grinned, noticing the reddy purple bruise on her neck, �Boyfriend come to visit last night?�

�Uh, no.� Andi went bright red, he just couldn�t find out, �Why do you ask?�

Art grinned and grabbed her by the hand, shoving her back into her room, and infront of the mirror, pointing at the hickie on her neck.

�Oh God,� Andi whispered softly, �Now I�m going to have to find something to cover it.�

�Who was it then?� Art asked as she started to dash around the room, looking for clothes. �James?�

�James who?� Andi frowned as she picked up a skirt,

�Rotheborne, but I�m guessing by your reaction that it wasn�t him. Sir?� Art laughed.

�God no!� Andi grabbed a blouse off the floor, �I mean, that�s just.�

�Hmmm,� Art frowned, �There aren�t really that many male teachers, other than me, and I know it wasn�t me, and you do have a modicum of taste, so it wouldn�t be Phil Crosswin, so�� He grinned evilly, �Who was it?�

�Art!� Andi had started to rummage through her wardrobe for shoes, �I�m not going to tell you.�

Art sighed and his eyes flickered around the room, �I�ll just have to see if I can find any clues then, shan�t I.�

Andi panicked slightly, the note, she looked around and saw it on the bed. Without Art noticing, she snatched it and tucked it into her bra. The exercise was futile anyway, Art had found something else.

�What�s this?� He said, picked a belt up from under Andi�s bed, �Silver clasp, Italian leather, doesn�t look like it would be yours. So who�s is it?�

Andi shivered slightly at the memory of that belt. �Not telling.�

�Fine.� Art sighed, �I shall have to go and find out, shan�t I.� Belt in his hand, he went downstairs to the kid�s dorms, knocking on the U6th dorm door, he pushed it open, �Rise and shine everyone, it�s a beautiful day.� Only grunts and groans greeted him in reply, �Does this belong to anyone?� He asked holding the belt up.

All the guys shook their heads, but there were a few whispers of, �Isn�t that�� from the girls.

Art frowned, �Isn�t that who�s?�

�No-one.� Came the hurried reply.

He sighed and went to the other upper sixth dorm, but received the same reaction. He scowled to himself, that meant Andi had been screwing with one of his year. Probably Ally or Mikey, one of that lot, he pushed open their dorm door, �This belt belong to anyone?�

�Oh, I know,� Toni smiled, �Isn�t that�� she clamped her hand to her mouth, �Sorry,� she badly tried to cover up, �I don�t know.�

Art scowled, he had an inkling of a feeling who it was, and he wasn�t pleased. He went to the other dorm, and the last one to visit. �This belong to anyone?� he asked.

�Oh yeah,� Marcus grinned, standing up and taking the belt of Art, �Sorry, I left that in Andi�s room, didn�t I.�

Art was shocked into silence, �I, you, you admit it!?�

Marcus grinned again, �Yep, she was,� he thought, �Yeah, she was ok, maybe not the best, but�she was alright.�

Art scowled, �I�hate�you.�

Flashing him a gorgeous smile, Marcus laughed, �Yes, pity that isn�t it.�

Art scowled and stormed back upstairs. He barged into Andi�s room, where she stood infront of the mirror, brushing her hair. �You, you, you fucked a student last night!?�

�So did you.�

Art frowned, �No I didn�t�oh yeah�Seiji�well, well he doesn�t count, because, because I love him, and he�s practically an adult anyway. You can�t just go seducing Marcus, he�s only 16.�

Andi laughed, �Actually, he seduced me, and Seiji�s only 16,�

Art scowled, �What are you doing looking so pretty,� he accused, changing the conversation.

Andi frowned, �What do you mean?� she asked, twirling around, letting her light floaty skirt spin out, �Was that a compliment?�

Art stared at the girl, wearing a knee length blue skirt, with floaty organza stuff, a pretty white blouse, a blue scarf tied around her neck (to cover the hicky) and her reddy brown hair hanging long and loose down her back. All this from someone who normally wore jeans and a t-shirt, �You�ve gone all girly, and it�s because you slept with Marcus.� He scowled,

Andi shrugged, looking at herself in the mirror as she slipped on her ballet style pumps, �Well I think I look nice, and maybe it�s nice to have a bloke around who actually appreciates how I look, and gives me compliments.�

Art scowled, �Your not the only pretty one around here,� he said, storming back to his bedroom. �Come on Sei,� he whispered gently, his mood changing entirely, �Time to get up,�

Seiji rolled over, smiling up at his boyfriend, �What were you yelling at Andi about.�

�Ooh!� Art said, an idea forming in his head, �I need you to help me get dressed.�

�Aren�t you old enough to do that by yourself yet?�

�No, I mean I need your help choosing clothes. I want to be as pretty as I can be.� Art grinned.

�Pretty Ash pretty?� Seiji asked, swinging his legs out of bed,

�Well, maybe not going quite that far.�

�Right,� Seiji grinned, starting to rummage through Art�s clothes, �Well, I think you�re pretty already, but I shall do my best to improve upon this.�

Andi walked down the stairs to breakfast rather nervous. It would be really hard to pretend last night hand�t happened. Of course the rest of the school couldn�t know, it was against school rules, hell, it was against the law. As she walked into the lunch hall she saw him, well, she saw the back of his head, he sat with his back to her, happily chatting to Ash. She turned slightly pink, annoyed at how he could act so calm, as if he didn�t care, Well, she thought, he probably didn�t. She was probably just another fuck to him.

As she walked past, without even looking up at her, Marcus reached out and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his mouth, he tenderly kissed her fingertips.

Andi blushed slightly, but smiled slightly as he turned around and flashed her a brilliant grin.

�Well?� Marcus laughed slightly, �What do you say?�

Andi frowned, and tried to pull away from him, confused, but he held her hand tightly. �Uh, good morning?� she ventured, a little afraid of him.

�Thank you!� Toni mouthed urgently, �Say thank you�

�Tut tut,� Marcus laughed, �Don�t they have manners in England?�

Andi turned even redder, �Thank you,� she muttered.

Marcus grinned, he did love it when women were so well behaved, and so obedient. �You�re welcome beautiful,� he said, kissing her hand again, before releasing her.

And blushed even more, so much for her plan of no-one knowing about them, know the whole school knew. She swallowed, trying to regain her courage, and her dignity, and with a quick grin at Marcus, walked back to the teachers table.

A few minutes later, Art and Seiji appeared downstairs. Seiji was in his school uniform, and Art, well, the rules specified that male teachers had to wear a shirt and tie. He wore his tie, pink and tied round his loose hipster jeans as a belt. His shirt, lilac and close fitting he wore over a tight, and very short white t-shirt. He wore his long white hair tied back in a plait as normal, but fastened with a lilac ribbon.

�Ooh!� Ash grinned, �Mr Art, you look so pretty!�

Art grinned, only he could have the confidence to carry off something like this. �Thank you Ash,� he smiled back, �Andi and I decided to have a pretty day today.�

Andi scowled, she hated blokes who were prettier than her, apart from Marcus of course.

Sir started to laugh as Art walked up to the teachers table, �So, both of you are pretty, and both of you are screwing students.�

Art, Seiji and Marcus all started to laugh, Andi just turned even redder, and sunk lower into her chair, trying to disappear.

Phillip, [one of Ariadne�s evil and stupid henchmen, remember], turned to face Marcus, �You fucked our head of year?� He asked menacingly.

Marcus just laughed,

�Phillip dear, leave him alone.� Ariadne ordered,

�Why?�

�Why? Well, because it�s Marcus.�

�Mummy� Ash sniffed, �Do I have to go to school tomorrow.� He is fourteen and being bullied at school, �I don�t want to.�

�Why ever not Ashleykins?� his mother cooed, wrapping her arms around her son.

�They, they tease me,� he muttered. �Mummy,� he looked up at her with his big brown eyes filled with tears, �Mummy is it wrong to like boys more than girls?�

�Yes,� Anastasia, at eleven, muttered from the doorway.

�No Ashleykins,� his mother said sternly, �It�s alright to feel whatever you want to feel.�

�So why do the other boys laugh at me?�

His mother faltered, she couldn�t tell her beloved son Ashley that what he was feeling wasn�t exactly normal for a fourteen year old boy. �Because they are silly.� She smiled weakly, �Maybe you could keep it a secret, for now?�

�Hmmm,� Ash pouted slightly, clearly upset, and then grinned. �Mummy, can I dye my hair?� he asked, cheerfully changing the subject.

�Of course darling, you can do whatever you want. What colour?�

�Pink,� Ash grinned as he danced away.

After break the lower sixth trudged off to maths.

�I really can�t be fucked to do math today,� Fergie muttered to Tor, �I�m in too much pain,� he whispered, even softer. He�d admit it to his brother, but not to the rest of his year.

�Sit down everyone,� Mr Crosswin yelled. He wasn�t in a good mood either, he�d had a lovely half term with his golfing friends, out in the south of france, and he really didn�t want to be back at school. �Today we�re doing binomial expansion.� He sighed, �It�s going to be really fun.�

Fergie leaned back in his chair, time to switch off.

For a while, Mr Crosswin rambled on, about indices and choosing, until he noticed Fergie staring idly out of the window. �So what power of x is there Fergal?� he asked.

�Fergie,� Tor nudged his brother, �Say three.�

�Three.� Fergie said, without even looking at the board.

�Very nice Mr Nolan,� Mr Crosswin said sarcastically, �Wouldn�t the world be nice if we all had twins to do the work for us, and we just lay back and relaxed?�

�Oh fuck off.� Fergie muttered,

�I beg your pardon,� Mr Crosswen felt his accent growing more English in contrast to Fergie�s, �Just because you have a few bruises and a broken rib does not excuse that kind of language.�

�A few bruises?� Fergie stood up, getting angrier, �A few bruises? Oh shut up you stupid English tosser.� He said as he started to walk out.

�Don�t you dare walk out of my lesson,� Mr Crosswin roared.

Fergie froze, and turned around, his face perfectly impassive, his voice calm as ice. �I said fuck off.� He repeated, and in one swift movement, with his good arm he picked up his chair and hurled it at the teacher. �Tosser!� he yelled, in tears, before running out of the room.

Silence as Mr Crosswin calmly put the chair back on the floor.

�God he�s hot when he�s angry,� Marcus sighed softly, only to receive a glare from Tor.

Mr Crosswin sighed, �It�s not my job to deal with this. Seiji, go and find Art, and tell him to sort it out.�

Art wandered around the boarding house, and eventually found Fergie curled up in a corner of their dorm,. Hugging his knees to himself, hiding his face, but Art could see the sobs racking through his slender frame. Art sat down, putting his arm around Fergie�s shoulders, but Fergie flinched away, looking up at him.

�What do you want?� he asked defensively

�To see if you�re ok.� Art grinned, �Stupid question really, you�re obviously not. But that prick of a maths teacher told me I had to come and tell you off.�

Fergie blushed slightly, �I did kind of throw a chair at him.�

Art grinned again, trying to cheer him up, �He probably deserved it. Want a hug?�

Fergie smiled faintly, and snuggled closer, �I just, I guess it makes me feel so worthless sometimes.�

�Aw Fergie,� Art let his lips brush against Fergie�s hair, �You�re not worthless at all.�

�Oh I know that,� Fergie laughed slightly, �It�s just sometimes I forget�� he trailed off. �Did you know I have a tattoo?�

�No,� Art frowned, not entirely sure where this was going.

�On the inside of my right thigh, it says �Sinner� just like that.�

�Uh, should I ask why?�

Fergie laughed, but this time it was a bitter laugh, �One time David got fed up that he couldn�t tell me and Tor apart, so he took me to get that done.�

�You excited Tor?� Fergie grinned as he tied his brother�s tie. They are twelve, and after months of confirmation classes, it�s finally the big day.

�Yep,� Tor grinned back, doing up Fergie�s tie, �But also ever so slightly nervous.�

Fergie smiled as they stood staring at themselves in the mirror. For the first time in ages they were properly identical again. David normally insisted that they wore different colours, but he hadn�t been able to argue when Catherine had said they were both getting smart black suits for their confirmation.

�Boys!� they heard David shout from downstairs, as the front door slammed shut, �Your mother�s already taken the kids out to the car. Are you two ready yet?�

�Coming!� Fergie yelled, heading for the door of their room.

�Wait,� Tor grabbed his twins hand, �Kiss?�

Fergie smiled and pulled Tor closer, �Don�t worry,� he muttered, their lips almost touching, �You�ll be fine,� he whispered, gently slipping his tongue between Tor�s lips. He felt his brother totally relaxing in his arms.

�Need you baby,� Tor smiled,

�Love you. Now come on!� Fergie, keeping hold of Tor�s hand pulled him out of the room, dancing down the stairs. They ran into the kitchen, where David stood.

�Do we look alright?� Fergie asked.

�You look fine,� David let his eyes flicker between them, �Which one�s which?�

Tor smiled, he didn�t David deciding that Fergie wasn�t allowed to go, �That�s a secret.�

David scowled, stupid bloody kid, he�d pay for that. David had, perhaps, had a little too much to drink. �Tell me.�

Fergie, buoyed up by the excitement of the day, laughed, �I said that�s a secret.�

David scowled he wasn�t in the mood for this. Sighing deeply, he stepped forward. �I�ll just have to find out myself then, won�t I?� he smirked. He let a gentle hand caress one of the twin�s cheeks, by the lack of change in expression, he was fairly certain it was Fergie, but he had to be sure. He went to the other twin, letting one finger trail down the boy�s chest. Tor bravely remained frozen, but David noticed the slight flinch as his finger ran over the boy�s bellybutton. He smirked as his fingers reached Tor�s belt and Fergie cried out,

�Don�t touch him!�

David laughed cruelly, �Thank you Fergal.� He said, barely letting his eyes stray from where they rested on Tor�s crotch, his fingers still resting on Tor�s belt. �Go outside Tor. Your mother�s waiting for you.�

�But�� Tor started,

�Go,� Fergie cut him off with a whisper. He knew he shouldn�t have provoked David, but he also knew David had never had any intention of letting him get confirmed anyway.

With a small tear, Tor turned and walked out of the door.

David turned menacingly on Fergie, �Well that was stupid wasn�t it?�

Fergie shrugged, �You never would have let me go anyway.�

David laughed. �You are very clever. No, I never wanted you to go, and I�ll be fucking you when I get back.� He turned to leave, as if letting Fergie off lightly, but then turned back, and in one smooth movement, clouted the boy around the head, making him stumble, �Why wouldn�t I let you go Fergal?�

�Because�because I�m d-d-dirty and sinful,� Fergie spluttered through the blood in his mouth.

�Too damn right,� David advanced on him, �You disgust me.� He laughed as hi hit Fergie again, �You can�t be confirmed, that�s a sin, after what I�ve done to you.� He sniggered slightly, and beat the scrawny twelve year old again, and again, and again until Fergie lay unconscious on the cold, hard, stone of the kitchen floor. David walked over to the sink, washing the blood off his hands, smiling as it came off easily, Lady McB-�s problem had been that she�d let the blood settle to long. He walked out of the door, and smiled at his wife. �Fergie�s not feeling so well I�m afraid. I don�t think he should come.�

Catherine looked at her other son, tears rolling down his face, wishing there was something she could do to help them, wishing she was strong enough.

After the service, they all returned home. David made sure he was first into the kitchen, but Fergie wasn�t there, just a damp patch on the floor, where he�d obviously cleaned up his own blood. David smiled, he�d like to take that boy into the spare room and fuck him till he cried, and it made him extremely happy to know that was just what he was about to do. He walked up the stairs to the twins room, but it was empty. He was fuming with rage, that stupid bastard had fun off, probably to his little street rat friends, he�d fun away again. In his rage he flung open the door to the spare room, to find Fergie, lying there, naked, curled up on the bed, waiting for what he knew was coming. David smiled to himself, �I�m tired,� he yelled downstairs, �I�m going to have a lie down.�

As he heard the lock on the door fasten it shut, Fergie opened his eyes to see his re-occurring nightmare in front of him, but as always, David was real, and there was no chance of waking up.

�Well Fergal,� he sneered, �You really are disgusting, you even wanted it.�

Fergie knew there was no use protesting, he�d just given up fighting back.

Hours later, Tor lay in darkness, alone in his room. Fergie hadn�t been there when he got home, and then he and David had disappeared off somewhere. Tor struggled to stay awake, he was exhausted, he�d cried the whole way through his confirmation, thankful only that Father Murphy understood him and Fergie. The only reason he was still awake was he knew Fergie would be in a much worst state than he was.

Tor heard the door open, and looked up to see the figure of Fergie in the doorway. Fergie, even more battered than usual, limped into the room. With no more than a needy look at his brother his stripped off, letting his brother see his ruined body and the bandage on his leg.

�Come here,� Tor whispered, as Fergie shut the door. He shuffled over on his narrow bed to make room for his twin.

Fergie smiled gratefully and climbed into bed, and into Tor�s arms.

�What�s up with your leg?�

�Tattoo,� Fergie whispered, making Tor�s eyes widen, �He said I had to have it, because you�re too young to get one, and that way he can tell us apart, always.�

Tor sighed, snuggling closer to his brother, �The second I�m sixteen, I�ll get it done too,� he whispered, �So we match.�

�And I did,� Tor said from the doorway,

Art and Fergie both looked up.

�Torin!� Fergie jumped up and into his brother�s arms, �Tor,� he whispered, �Need you.�

Tor grinned, �Didn�t look like it,� he laughed, �You looked very happy cuddled up with Art.�

Both Art and Fergie turned bright red, staring intently at the floor. Making Tor laugh, �It�s ok, I won�t tell on you.�

Art grinned, that wasn�t actually what he was afraid of, he was more afraid of the fact he�d rather liked it. �Do you want to go back to school for this afternoon,� he asked Fergie, quickly changing the subject,

�I�d, uh, I�d rather not, if that�s ok. I�m really tired.�

�Alright, well you can stay here, Tor, you�ll have to go to dance this afternoon though.�

Tor shrugged, �I can stay here for lunch though, right?�

Art grinned as he got up, �Be gentle with him.� He laughed, leaving the room.

�What are you suggesting?� Tor grinned back. One they were alone, he smiled at his brother, �Kiss?�

Fergie grinned, letting his lips melt into Tor�s, but he stopped abruptly, �I want to lie down first, come with me.� He grinned, walking over to Tor�s bed, and climbing into it.

Tor smiled, and shook his head, �Poor Fergie. Does it hurt lots?�

Fergie tried to shrug, but couldn�t, which made him laugh, �Yes. Now come here.� He shuffled over on the narrow bed, to make room for his twin.

Tor smiled as he relaxed into Fergie�s arms. �I�m sorry,� he muttered pathetically.

�What for?�

�Being born me, and not you.�

Fergie laughed, �I guess that�s not your fault.� He smiled, kissing his twin,

�Love you Fergie,�

�Love you.�