Chapter 41

Fergie wrapped his arms around his brother, "Happy?" he whispered.

Tor blushed, and nodded, "Thanks." He said, grinning up at his twin, "I needed that."

For a moment, they lay like that, grinning at each other, safe and warm in each other's arms. Suddenly Tor remembered why he had been given the key to the room in the first place. "How are you feeling?" he asked Fergie, "Truly."

Fergie shrugged, "Incredibly dirty." He laughed bitterly, "I keep on wanting to go have a shower, but I know it won't help." Very softly, he kissed Tor, "Although weirdly, that did just make me feel slightly cleaner."

Tor laughed, "And I thought insest was a dirty thing. Obviously not. How else? Pain ok?"

Fergie shrugged again, "Physical pain isn't so bad this time." He'd been in much worse states than this, and they both knew it, "Emotionally? I think I'm falling apart. I haven't wanted to end it this much in a long time."

"Do you know why?" Tor asked, deliberatley promting Fergie to talk more, it was good to get him to talk when he would.

"I guess it's because our whole year knows, and everyone was there while we were..."

Tor untangled his arms from Fergie's waist, and wrapped them around his shoulders instead, "I've got you." he whispered softly. "No-one minds, you know that, don't you?"

"I just." Fergie blushed, "Art found me didn't he? I don't remember anything. Just tell me, did he see me..." again he trailed off unable to say the words,

Tor smiled and shook his head, "I got you dressed before I let him near. I knew you wouldn't want him to see."

Fergie grinned at his brother, kissing him again, "Thank you Tor. I love you." He smiled.

Mikey woke up first in his dorm, the sun was just rising. He looked across the room and saw the sunlight dancing on Ally's golden blonde hair, it looked so soft, so touchable...he shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? He was straight, wasn't he?

Art walked into the lower sixth dorm just in time to see Marcus sit bolt upright in bed, sweat pouring off him. "Never again," he said looking at Art, "I'm never taking one of those things again."

Art frowned, "What was so bad?"

Marcus didn't reply initially, instead, reaching for the bottle of vodka in his bedside drawer and taking a swig, "I still have the nightmare," he blushed, "I just can't wake up."

Marcus lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was pitch black in his room, but he could hear things. He heard the footsteps coming along the corridor, he heard the footsteps passing the door to his little sisters room, and breathed a sigh of relif, at least it wasn't her tonight, for that alone he was grateful. He heard a weight on the creaky floorboard outside his own door, and screwed his eyes up tight. He thought he heard heavy breathing, but he knew that was just his imagination, playing tricks on him. He heard the doorhandle turning, and looked up to see a figure in the doorway, framed in light.

"Hey Daddy," he smiled.

"Hallo Marcus," Richard Walker-Brett smiled, "You still awake?"

"Have you come to say goodnight?" Marcus avoided the question, of course he was still away, he'd been waiting.

Richard smiled as he walked into the room, "Yes Marcus. Is that alright?"

Marcus nodded and smiled, "Yes, of course." He'd never found the strength to say no, he'd never found the courage to say stop.

His father walked over and knelt beside the bed, placing a gentle kiss on Marcus's forehead, "And how's my beautiful boy been today?"

Marcus shrugged, "Ok, I went for a ride with Bianca."

Richard smiled, he knew couples who's children didn't get on, and he was so glad Marcus and Bianca were friendly with each other. "That must have been fun." he grinned, "But I bet you're all stiff and sore now. Do you want me to rub your back?"

NO!Marcus's silent voice screamed, but out loud he just said "Ok," and lay down on his front, burying his face in his pillow. He felt his fathers hands on his back, not really working out the tension, but just sliding gently across his shoulders, and down his back, down, Marcus frowned to himself, he'd known this was coming, but every day he hoped it wouldn't, and still futher down. There was nothing he could do to stop his father now, he was powerless. Instead he buryied his face futher in his pillow, silently saying "Please stop, please stop, please stop..." if he said it enough times, just maybe it might work. He felt his father's hands slipping down his pajama trousers, the soft fingers working gently between his legs. He felt a gentle kiss between his shoulderblades as his trousers were pulled off. Underneath the pillow, Marcus clenched his hands together, and started to pray.

Marcus sat at the piano, fingers dancing lightly across the keys. He wasn't really playing anything at all, only in as much as he'd taken a leaf out of Fergie's book, composing his own stuff. Mostly it was rubbish, he smiled to himself, sounding really "Pop"-ish, but he knew he'd write something decent eventually.

He glanced at the door as it swung open, and, seemingly oblivious to him, the teachers trudged out of the room It was wednesday, a week later, and they were on their way to the pub, again. Marcus smiled and shut the book on the music rest. He put it back in the piano stool, no-one else used it so he thought he might as well. Marcus walked back up to the dorm, trying to avoid all the creaky floorboards, he knew they freaked him out, and he guessed they would probably freak Fergie out too. He pushed the door open to find his entire dorm sat in a big circle on the floor.

"Lemon or Lime?" Mara asked,

"Lemon," Tor was sat next to her, "Why does anyone ever use limes?"

"Lime," Fergie laughed, "Just to be different to Tor, and because you can make very good drinks with lime in."

"What are you playing?" Marcus asked, slightly afraid, from the doorway.

"The Or game." Mara said, without even looking at him.

"What's that?"

"Oh my gosh!" Ash squealed, "Marcus doesn't know how to play the Or game! We must teach him!"

"It's simple," Art grinned at him, "One person asks an Or question, mostly it's who you would rather do, and then you have to say which. Ok!"

Marcus frowned, "What are you doing here. Shouldn't you be at the pub?"

Art laughed and wrapped his arms around Seiji, pulling him close in a giant bear hug, "Yes but I thought I'd stay with the gorgeous one called Sei."

"ji," Seiji finished for him, "I'm actually called Seiji."

Art laughed, "Oh, so you think you're gorgeous?"

Seiji sighed, "Back to the game," he said.

"So Marcus!" Mara smiled at him as he sat down, deliberatly beside Fergie, "Lemon or Lime?"

"Uh, Lemon?" Marcus guessed, "We have a lemon grove at home."

Before the other's could be awed by this most awesome revelation, they heard a commotion coming from the upper sixth dorm.

"Get out!" Phillip roared, "Stupid fairy, we don't want you in here!"

Eagle looked up, fear on his face, "I think they just found out something they shouldn't have."

They heard the door slamming, and laughter coming from inside the dorm, and a few seconds later timid knocks on their own dormitory door.

"Come in!" Art called,

The door swung open to reveal a boy with tanned skin, dark hair and grey eyes.

"Elliot!" Eagle stood up and walked over to the other boy, arms open wide, "Ellie, baby, have a hug."

Elliot let Eagle wrap his arms around him, snuggling into his chest. "I think," he muttered through his tears, "I think I've just been dragged out of the closet."

Eagle just rocked him in his arms, "Poor baby. What happened?"

Before Elliot could answer the door flew open again, and Phillip threw a magasine at him, "Thought you might want this back, filthy fag."

Art looked at Elliot, "May I?" he asked,

The fear on Phillips face as he realised there was a teacher in the room, a gay teacher no less, was worth a picture.

"We won't have that kind of language Phil," Art smiled as he stood up. "I think I might come and have a word with your dorm, mightent I?" He glanced at his wrist, despite the fact he wore no watch, "I think it's well past your bedtime. Can I come and say goodnight?"

Only Fergie noticed the slight shiver from Marcus. He sighed and put his arm around Marcus's shoulder, "You know," he whispered, "I think you went to a lot of trouble just to get attention from me," he joked.

Art stood up to go yell at the upper sixth as Phillip ran out of the room, but Elliot stopped him.

"Please," he said, looking at his teacher, "Just leave it, ok?"

Art frowned, "Alright," he sighed, sitting back down again, "But any more trouble from them, and they're dead. Ok?"

Elliot nodded, and grinned at Art, before answering Eagle's question of 'What happened?'-"Well," he winced slightly at the memory, "I said something about Phil, about his dress sense or something, it wasn't really an insult, but yeah, and he got mad. They destroyed my bed, like throwing pillows and stuff everywhere, only," he blushed deeply, "They picked up my matress, and uh, found this." he handed the magasine to Eagle.

Eagle glanced at it, quickly flicking through the pages, and grinned, "How many times have I told you to be careful?" he asked jokingly,

Elliot laughed, but his expression quickly sobered, "Oh shit," he muttered, "I hope they don't go through my stuff. There's my box of..." he trailed off, looking embarressed, "Of stuff I don't want them to find."

"I'll go get it," Eagle said softly, letting go of him.

"Eagle," Elliot shook his head fondly, "Don't be crazy. They'd eat you alive."

"How about I go?" Matt said softly from where he sat on the floor. He wasn't pleased about Elliot coming in and imedietly getting a hug from Eagle, he'd had to wait bloody years, but if Elliot was Eagle's friend, then he'd try to help, "I don't think they actually mind me."

Eagle turned to look down at his boyfriend, "You sure Matty?"

Matt stood up nodding, "Yup," he said, kissing Eagle on the cheek, he turned to Elliot, "What did you want me to find?"

"It's a cardboard box," Elliot blushed, "Like a shoe box, the bottom drawer of my chest of drawers." He grabbed Matt's hand as Matt started to leave, "Please don't look inside."

Matt laughed, "I wont. Promise." Calmly Matt walked over to the upper sixth dorm. Without knocking on the door he walked straight in.

"Oh, Hey Matt." Thomas smiled, "What are you doing here?"

Matt laughed, "Ellie the Elephant sent me to get something." He didn't hate Elliot, but he knew that would go down well with the upper sixth,

"Oh, Ok then." Thomas grinned, "Why did you come?"

Matt shrugged, "To get away from the fairies that live in my dorm?" he laughed,

"I thought you were gay?" Phillip asked, confused, as Matt reached into Elliot's chest of drawers and took out the cardboard box,

"Yeah," Matt laughed as he left the dorm, "But that doesn't make me a fairy, does it?"

He slipped back into his own dorm, and was releived to see that Eagle had stopped hugging Elliot, so he happily slipped back into Eagle's arms. He held the box out to Elliot, "Is this it?"

Elliot grinned and nodded, taking the box from Matt.

"So what's in it?"

Elliot blushed and hugged the box close to him, "Stuff."

Ash giggled from across the other side of the room, "Dirty stuff?"

"That AND some clean stuff," Elliot grinned, he liked Ash, he liked Ash's dress sense. Turning away from the others, so they couldn't see what else was inside the box, he took a silver photo frame out of it. Grinning, he handed the frame to Eagle. "I can show this to you now."

"Is this the infamous Kay?" Eagle asked, looking at the boy smiling in the photograph

Elliot blushed proudly, and nodded.

Eagle turned and grinned at his friend, "He's kinda cute." Eagle laughed softly to himself as he felt Matt stiffen in his arms at that comment, "But not as cute as my Matty," he whispered in Matt's ear, making him relax again.

"Can we play this game now?" Marcus asked impatiently, he was used to getting his own way, "I'm curious you know."

"Come on Elliot," Eagle grabbed Elliot with one hand, keeping the other arm wrapped safely around Matt and sat down, pulling both boys down with him. "You'll like this game," he burbled happily.

"Eagle sweet," Matt whispered in his ear, "Calm down,"

"Right," Eagle blushed, "Calm. So who's go is it?"

"Well, it was Mara's" Fergie grinned, "But I think we should have a new one seeing as so many people have joined."

"Ok." Art, who was playing at being game leader, said, "Pick a person to say one."

"Umm, I pick," Fergie frowned, "I pick Ash!"

"Oooh," Ash giggled dirtily, "This is one for the guys only." He grinned, "Give, or take?"

"Umm," Alex blushed, "Can this be a one for all the guys except Alex who is exceptionally straight and doesn't have a clue?"

Ash laughed again, "Alright," he said, "I guess we'll just pretend you said give, that's what most straight guys do."

"So," he grinned, "Starting with Marcus, because he's the new boy, and therefore deserves it."

"Give," Marcus said without hesitation, "Although if it was someone I really loved," he glanced almost shyly at Fergie, "I'd like to take."

"Tor?"

"Give," Said Tor really quickly, going bright red.

Ash laughed, "It's so obvious you're lying. Tell the truth." he grinned,

"Fine, take." Tor muttered, going totally crimson, and being completely unable to look Mara in the eye.

"Fergie?"

"Give," he grinned, "Although I'm kind of used to taking, cause that's what my ex wanted."

"Elliot?"

Elliot blushed, he didn't really know these guys all that well, but they seemed nice enough, "Take," he smiled shyly.

"Eagle?"

Eagle grinned, "Give, all the time."

"Matt? Take then I guess?"

"Uh," Matt stammered, and blushed, "I don't really know, cause I haven't ever slept with a bloke so..."

Ash giggled, "We'll say take, so you're opposite to Eagle." he turned to his teacher"Art?"

Art shrugged, "Give mostly, although I like both."

"Seiji?"

Seiji frowned, "Is this what we normally do? Or what we prefer?"

"Oooh!" Ash grinned, "Are they different?" He got no reply from Seiji, so just carried on, "Say what you'd like to do."

"Give."

"So what do you do?" Ash asked evilly,

Seiji scowled at Art, "Take. Because someone is a domeneering bastard."

Art just laughed, "And what about Ashley?"

Ash started to giggle again, "Look at me Art. Do you honestly think I'd give?" He laughed, "No, take."

"Umm," Raven interrupted quietly, "I don't really understand what you're talking about."

Art started to go bright crimson, he always forgot how innocent Raven was, "Ask your brother." He grinned at Eagle, "He's gay, he'll know."

"Eagle?" Asked Raven hopefully, genuinely not knowing what they were on about.

"Umm," Eagle blushed aswell, "Matty?" he said, prompting his boyfriend to tell her.

"No way." Matt shook his head, "I have't even..." he didn't need to finish, "Ask Alex." he told Raven.

Alex sighed, and going slightly red pulled Raven further into his lap, he bent closer and whispered in her ear, for what seemed like hours.

Art kept himself amused by watching the facial expression Raven produced as she was trying to understand what Alex was saying.

Finally Alex straightened up.

Raven frowned slightly, "Ouch," she said bluntly. "Doesn't that hurt?"

Art started to laugh, "Most of the time, it does a bit."

"Oh," Raven frowned again, "So why do you do it?"

Art smiled, he did actually like being a teacher, "Cause that's what love is. And it's also really nice." he grinned. "Right, now a question for everyone. Spit, or swallow?"

Everone started to laugh, everyone that is, except Raven.

"Again!" She cried, "I don't understand."

"Alex?"

Alex sighed and once more bent forward to whisper in her ear. When he had finished, Raven twisted around to face him, "Again, why?"

Alex grinned, "Cause it's nice for the bloke."

Raven shrugged, "Ok." she said acceptingly.

"Now!" Art commanded, "back to the game."

This question came out with fairly balanced answers. All the blokes replied "swallow" and all the girls (except Raven, who didn't answer) said "Spit."

"Why would you swallow?" Mara asked, "It tastes awful."

Art rolled his eyes, "Note all the blokes said 'swallow'. That's because we all know, it's nicer for the bloke your giving it to if you swallow."

"Really?" Nienna frowned, and then thought about it for a second, "Oh," she said, "No, I can see how that would make sense."

It was much, much later when Art decided it was time for them all to go to bed.

"I guess I ought to go back." Elliot said sadly, standing up.

"It's ok." Matt grinned, "You can sleep in my bed. Not with me," he added hurriedly, seeing Elliot's expression, "I'll share with Eagle, and you can sleep there."

"Really?" Elliot asked,

Matt nodded,

"Thanks."

"This is ok, isn't it?" Matt asked Eagle as they climbed into bed,

Eagle rolled his eyes, "Not ok, it's brilliant." he wrapped his arms around Matt.

Art flicked the light off, before grabbing Seiji by the hand, "I want us to sleep in my room tonight."

Seiji just grinned, that meant sex, and followed him.

In silence Raven climbed into her now usual place beside Alex.

Alex felt the gentle arms around his waist, her perfect body against his, and felt himself harden. Scowling at himself slightly, he sighed, she got him every time. He didn't think he'd ever get used to it. He frowned, as he felt Raven wriggling down to the other end of the bed, placing a gentle kiss just above the top of his boxers.

"What the hell are you doing?" he hissed, grabbing her and pulling her back to eye level.

Raven giggled, "I want to try that think you said." She grinned evilly, "That blow job," she said, sounding out the words in her mouth, it was the first time she'd ever said the words.

"Ray," Alex blushed, "Much though I wan't you too. You can't. You're too perfect and innocent, besides, your brother."

Raven placed a palm either side of his head and turned it so he could see Matt and Eagle gently making out, "My brother won't notice," she grinned, "I'm fed up of being the innocent one," and, she batted her eyelashes at Alex, "I really want to."

Alex felt him giving in to her, he just couldn't say no, not to her, and especially not when she was offering something like that. "Alright then." he said, and relaxed, trying to enjoy it.

The suprise he felt at Raven's sudden desire to give him head, was nothing compared to the supirse he felt as he came, and she swallowed him, every drop.

"Bloody hell," he sighed in ecstasy, grabbing her once more, but gently this time, and pulling her back up to his level. He kissed her deeply, "Thank you." he muttered.

"Did you like it? I mean, Art said it was better if you swallow, so I did...and, well actually I rather liked doing it, and," she quietly burbled away.

Alex silenced her with another kiss, "You were bloody brilliant." he muttered, "I love you."