Chapter 42

Very late on saturday night Marcus knocked on the door of Sir's study.

"Come in," Sir called, meaning Marcus walked in sniggering, "But so many people in our year have come out!"

Sir laughed, he liked Marcus, he was pretty and almost as sick minded as Sir himself. "Sit down Marcus," he grinned, "What can I do for you?"

Marcus laughed again, but didn't follow his sick thought up, he was there for a reason. "I was wondering if a few of us could go down into the town tomorrow for mass?" he asked, batting his long dark eyelashes at sir.

Sir laughed at Marcus attempting to be sweet, because although he looked incredibley sweet and innocent, Sir knew he wasn't, "Something wrong with my mass?" he asked suspiciously.

Marcus laughed dirtily, "Nothing," he grinned, "Just some of us need to go to confession."

Sir smirked, "Don't we all."

Next morning, Marcus woke up Fergie, as he hadn't slept himself that night at all. He gently shook his crush awake, "Fergie, wake up," he whispered softly, "You wanna come to Mass with me?"

Fergie opened his eyes, slowely waking up, "You going into town?"

Marcus nodded as he turned around getting his suit out of chest of drawers.

"Yeah, alright then." Fergie said sitting up, "Coming Tor?"

Tor groaned and rolled out of Mara's bed.

"Are you guys catholic then?" Art asked the twins.

"No," Fergie laughed, "Worse than that, we're Irish catholics." Giggling slightly he stood up, and started to get his clothes ready.

It took the four of them (Toni had also decided to come) far longer than you would expect to get dressed. And suprisingly Toni, being the girl, was actually changed the fastest, wearing a floorlength black skirt, and a slightly ruffled pink blouse. Fergie was next, managing to make plain black trousers and a pale blue shirt look smart, which is quite a talent. Marcus finished next, wearing a very expensive suit, and his standard leather belt, which he never seemed to take off except when he was having sex. Tor finished changing last, which was really suprising, as he was meant to be the straight one, but of course we all know he isn't all as straight as he pretends, dressed almost matching to Fergie, but wearing a jacket aswell.

Fergie, Tor, Marcus and Toni trapsed down to mass all together. Toni gazing admiringly at Marcus, Marcus gazing longingly at Fergie, Fergie gazing lovingly at Tor, and Tor happily chattering away. Fergie had been cheering up and acting less creepy (and less self harming) and that meant Tor was happy too.

They slipped into Mass, all sitting together in a pew at the back, not hiding, and strangely not talking, a complete contrast to the Mass that was happening back at school, with all it's sniggers and whispers, these kids had been brought up going to Mass and sat there in total silence.

"So," Marcus whispered as people started to file out, "I guess I ought to go to confession. Anyone else coming?"

Everyone looked at each other, and grinned nodding.

"I think we're all fairly sinful people," Fergie grinned as they stood up and walked towards the confessional box.

Marcus, being first, slipped inside the box.

"How long since your last confession?"

"Two weeks." Marcus said, trying not to grin, he actually usually went to confession every week at home, and was rather good friends with his priest, who was weirdly Irish.

"And what do you wish to confess?"

Marcus listed various things, sleeping with women, (Mainly his teacher, but he didn't put that one in), sinful thoughts, and lots of other things which he had done wrong (They were many,). The last thing he wanted to confess, he felt a little akward about, "I, uh," he stammered, "I think I've fallen in love."

"Is that a sin?"

Marcus blushed a deep crimson, "It is if it's with another boy."

The priest nodded, although Marcus could barely see him behind the slatted screen, "Say four Hail Marys and Two our fathers, and try to ignore your feelings for him, hopefully they will go away."

Marcus nodded, "Thanks" he said as he stood up and left, although secretly thinking but I don't want to ignore my feelings for him, I want to love him.

Fergie was next in line. He didn't confess anything about him and Tor, he never did, and he knew Tor never did either. They didn't actually see it as a sin, although, he supposed, he ought to, and probably would in his last ever confession. He did however confess being raped, which shocked the priest slightly. This was something Father Murpy, the twins priest at home, was quite used to. Fergie always confessed what David did to him as if it was a sin of his own, although he was never quite sure why.

Eventually they started to walk back towards the school, laughing and joking.

"I'd love to take a confessional once," Marcus grinned, "At my church, just to hear all the dirty things that people do."

"You'd find out loads of secrets." Tor smirked, "Although in our church I reckon I know most of what people would say."

"Yeah," Fergie agreed, "We live in a fairly close knit area, and you learn who's having an affair with who, and stuff like that."

Marcus smiled and slipped his arm around Fergie waist, "I want an affair with you." he whispered softly in Fergie's ear, only to recieve a glare from Tor. "What!" Marcus grinned, "I do, I think your brother is incredibly hot, and I want him."

Fergie rolled his eyes at Toni, "Is he always like this?" he asked.

She laughed, "Weirdly no actually. I've never seen him this obessive before."

Marcus shrugged, "I guess you're really special." he said to Fergie, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Fergie ducked away, "Fuck off Marcus," he sighed, "How many times am I going to have to say this. I don't want you."

Marcus just laughed, "You will, trust me, one day you will."

"Right!" Andi clapped her hands together, "We have about three weeks before the performance," she grinned at the lower sixth, "I'll propbably be stealing you from some of your other lessons, so be warned." She then turned and smiled at Marcus, "We also need to start doing some of the music for this. Are you still ok for organising that?"

Marcus grinned and nodded at his favourite teacher.

"Ok, so can you and Toni work with Mara Fergie and Seiji this lesson, as they're going to be doing dance and gymnastics and that sort of thing."

Marcus nodded, "Where can we practise?"

"Um," Andi frowned, "How about if you guys use the stage in here, 'cause we're only be doing character work, so we won't take up much room."

"Alright," Marcus grinned, and turned to the others, "How about we do the dance that Mara and Nettie have already worked on." He turned and grinned at Fergie, "And Fergie can hold my hand 'cause I like him, I think he's hot and I really want him."

Fergie sighed, "You know a guy could get really sick of you."

Marcus shrugged, grinning still, "It's taken you over a week to come to that conclusion," he laughed, "It's a sign you know."

"I just need to put my pointe shoes on." Mara announced loudly, as she tied the ribbons tightly, just to make sure everyone knew she could dance 'en pointe'.

Toni got out her violin, rosining her bow, detirmined to look good infront of Marcus.

"What time is it in?" Marcus asked her, whilst slipping his arms around Fergie's waist, only to have Fergie turn around and shove him so hard he nearly fell over.

"Three four," Toni replied, but Marcus wasn't listening, he simply laughed and grinned at Fergie, "Playing hard to get?"

The two girls sighed at each other, both fancied Marcus like mad (Hell, who doesn't?) and were fed up with his obsession with Fergie.

They had got about halfway through the dance, when Marcus finally screamed out in frustration, "NETTIE YOU RETARD STOP PLAYING!"

Toni blushed feircely, freezing.

Marcus sighed, "Sorry Mara, I just need to have a word with Nettie. You however were doing fine, but remember your turnout."

Mara scowled, and hopped off the stage, walking over to Fergie, "He's not even a dancer, and he thinks he can tell me what to do. Bastard."

Fergie grinned, "He is kinda annoying, but also very hot."

Marcus snatched the violin out of Toni's hand, and sighed deeply and theatrically, "You have accompanied dancing before, yes?"

Toni nodded, to ashamed to speak,

"Well then you remember that you need to watch what your dancer is doing. As Mara accentuates certain movements, you need to match that in the music." He turned to Mara, "Mara sweetheart, can you please go from the second lot of 'balances' into the 'grande jete'."

Mara blushed at being caught slacking and climbed back onto the stage.

"Right," Marcus said to Toni, "This is what you were playing." He played the phrase perfectly on the violin, as Mara danced, but with no emotion. "Sorry Mara, can we do that again," he grinned,

Mara nodded and ran back to her starting position,

"And this is what you should have done." Again he played the phrase, but drawing out the note, making the violin sing as Mara flew through the air. He shoved the violin back in Toni's hands, "Now play properly."

Everyone was staring at Marcus.

"I didn't know you played the violin," Andi stared at him in amazement.

Marcus just laughed, "I don't."

"Oh, but..."

Marcus sniggered, "I'm a cellist, aka I like playing with an instrument between my legs." He grinned at Fergie who tried desperately hard not to laugh.

"You're sick," Nienna muttered.

Marcus just laughed, "As I said, I'm a cellist. It's compulsary, for a cellist to be sick minded."

It was late that evening when Andi knocked on the door of the lower sixth's dorm. "Art, you coming for a drink?"

Art thought about it for a moment, "Would you mind if I did baby?" he asked Seiji.

Seiji shook his head, laughing at Art, "Go on," he grinned, "Bugger off."

"You won't be lonely?"

Seiji sighed, "Why do you seem to think my world revolves around you?" he said, pushing Art out of bed, "Go on, off to the pub with you."

Art sighed as he stood up, "I'll miss you." he grinned at Seiji.

Seiji shook his head again, why was it he alwaysn felt like the older one in their relationship. "Fuck off Art."

As Art slipped out of the room, Tor rolled off Mara's bed and wandered over to his brother. He bent down and whispered something in his brother's ear.

Fergie sighed, but grinned at his brother and took a key out of his pocket. Giving it to Tor he laughed and whispered something back.

"I will," Tor said out loud. He turned and held out his hand to Mara, "Come with me." he grinned.

Mara stood up, eyes shining with anticipation, "Where are we going."

"You'll see." Tor turned back to Fergie, "You'll be ok without me."

Fergie sighed and rolled hhis eyes, "Go." he said, pushing Tor out of the room. He turned to Seiji, "Why do they think we worship them and can't live without them?"

Seiji shrugged, reaching forward and grabbing Fergie by the waist, "I'm sure we can have some fun without them," he muttered seductively, but it just didn't work.

Fergie burst out laughing, and fell forward tublin on top of Seiji, forcing him down onto the bed. Fergie grinned as he felt Seiji's body shaking with laughter beneath him.

The two boys grinned at each other, as Fergie let his lips melt into Seiji's. He paused and started to whisper in his ear, "Think we're pissing Marcus off?"

Seiji glanced across the room and caught a glimpse of Marcus's scowl. "Yep," he grinned, lacing his finger's through Fergie's hair, pulling him close for another kiss, "And I think it's hilarious."

"I thought you fancied Art?" Marcus said, detirmed to split the two of them up, he wanted Fergie, and it wasn't fair that Seiji got him.

Fergie and Seiji turned to look at him, "Who?" Fergie asked, "Him or me?"

"Both,"

Seiji laughed, slipping a hand underneath Fergie's shirt, "I guess we have a lot in common," he grinned, making Fergie laugh even more.

To break the tension, Toni walked in, sitting down on Marcus's bed beside him, "Marcus, angel, can you do me a favour?"

Marcus sighed, "If it doesn't involve sex, then yes."

Toni frowned, how un-Marcus-like, "Uh, Sure. I was wondering if I could borrow the spare key to the props room."

Marcus grinned and took the key off his belt, handing it to her. "How did you know I had it?"

She shrugged, "You're screwing the drama teacher."

As she left, Marcus slipped under his duvet, burying his head in his pillow. He stole only one glance at Fergie and Seiji who were making out across the other side of the room. God he wished he was Seiji right now. He felt the tears starting to roll down his cheeks, he'd never felt like this about anyone before, and it scared him. He knew he was pissing Fergie off by acting the way he did, but he didn't know how to act to make him happy. He let his mind slip back into the realms of fantasy, imagining he was Seiji, cuddled up in bed with Fergie at that very minute. He sighed, and did something he hadn't done in years, undo-ing his belt, and slipping his fingers down his boxers.

Toni danced back into the dorm, throwing the key at Aimee, "Got it."

Aimee laughed, "Good," she smiled, standing up as she caught the key.

"What the hell?" Ally frowned, "What's that for?"

"Come on," Aimee held out her hand to him, "You promised."

"Promised what?"

"Threesome," J muttered bluntly, "Remember. You said you and Mikey would have a threesome with Aims,"

Ally frowned, "Not now, I'm far too sober."

"Didn't stop you last time," Mikey muttered in his ear so that only Ally could hear, "You were on water all evening."

Bright red Ally turned to stare at his friend, "You knew that?" he asked incredulously.

Mikey laughed, "I wasn't that smashed myself." he laughed standing up, and pulling Ally up by the wrist, "Come on." he grinned, "What's the harm?" He turned to Aimee, "Nothing seroius." he laughed, "So where's this the key to?" he asked,

Aimee laughed, "You'll see," she said, grabbing Ally's other wrist, "Come on."

Ally started to whimper, "What have I got myself into?" he muttered.

Aimee laughed as she led the way down to the costume cupboard, pushing the door open. They walked through the huge room in the dark, no need to turn the lights on, but as it was a basement it was pitch dark. She came to a door and using the key that Marcus had given to Toni, unlocked it. Walking into the much smaller room, she reached out and turned on a lamp.

"Wow," Mikey muttered, stunned, in front of him was a room full of, well, full of random crap.

"This is the props room," Aimee grinned (This school has Resources with a capital R, it makes plotlines easier)

She placed a gentle hand in the small of Ally's back and pushed him towards the huge four poster bed in the middle of the room, "I think this is from some production of Romeo and Juliet they did."

Mikey laughed, pulling his shirt off, "I don't think they ever imagined this would be happening in it though." he grinned at her, "How come you know all this stuff, you've only been here a few weeks."

She shrugged, "Marcus showed me, and I guess Andi told him."

The two of them were nearly naked by now, and glanced across at where Ally sat on the bed, still fully clothed, hugging his knees to him, obviously petrified.

"Aww," Aimee grinned, "Poor Ally," she smirked evilly at Mikey, and climed onto the bed, crawling towards Ally on all fours. She smiled, and kissed him softly.

Ally relaxed, this he was used to, this he could cope with. He slipped a hand around the back of her neck, pulling her closer, and flipper her over so she was lying on her back. He was so distracted by her nible fingers undo-ing his shirt that he didn't notice her nod at Mikey. Nor did he notice Mikey climbing onto the bed, softly so his best friend wouldn't notice. He grinned at Aimee, and let a gentle finger trace down Ally's spine.

Ally shivered, twisting round to look at Mikey.

Mikey laughed at Ally's horrified expression, and swiftly kissed Ally on the cheek. "Don't be so damned scared Allybear," he grinned.

Ally laughed, "You haven't called me that since primary school,"

No, Mikey thought, Only in my dreams Out loud he laughed and whispered in Ally's ear, "But you are my Allybear."

Aimee laughed, "Allybear?" she asked incredulously, "What kind of a name is that?"

Mikey frowned, pushing Ally off her, "No insults, otherwise you get evicted. Now," he grinned evilly at her, "I think we need to work on getting Ally naked.

Aimee laughed, and together the two of them attacked Ally, pulling his trousers off, slipping his shirt off his shoulders.

Mikey smiled and placing a gentle kiss just below Ally's bellybutton, slipped off his friends boxers.

Ally felt himself shiver, but not because it was cold.

For a few more minutes, the three of them just fooled around, a bit of kissing, a bit of grabbing, and a lot of squealing (I'll leave this up to your imagination).

Suddenly, Aimee sat up. "Oh my god!" She squealed, "I've just realised who you are."

"Um, Mikey?" Mikey suggested.

Aimee laughed, "You're Megan Reed's older brother. And the infamous Ally."

"You know my sister?" Mikey backed away from her slightly,

"Why am I infamous?" Ally asked, sounding hurt.

"I went to some random camp with her over the summer. She had a photo of the two of you. And you're infamous because she doesn't shut up about you."

"You're friends with Meggie?" Mikey asked.

"Uhuh." Aimee said, slightly scared at the fact that both boys were now edging away from her.

"You ought to go." Mikey said softly,

"I mean," Ally stuttered nervously, "We couldn't do this with one of Meg's friends. That's just wrong."

"She's my little sister," Mikey frowned, "Please leave now."

Aimee frowned standing up, "You guys suck."

Ally shrugged, "It's Meg. That's wrong," he repeated.

In a few seconds the two boys had picked up her clothes and bundled her out of the door.

"That would just be weird," Ally muttered, climbing back into the bed.

"Yeah," Mikey said, getting in beside him, pulling the duvet over the both of them, "Just odd."

"I mean," Ally rolled over so he was facing Mikey, "One of Meggie's friends. And what the hell was she on about me being infamous."

"Oh," Mikey laughed, "Had you not noticed," he grabbed Ally round the waist and pulled him closer, "My sister is crazy about you. She worships the ground you walk on."

"Oh," Ally reached up a hand and ran it through Mikey's short hair, "I never noticed. I guess I go to your house to see you."

Mikey nodded, "It breaks her heart," he whispered, his lips softly brushing against Ally's ear.

Ally felt himself relaxing into Mikey's arms, "I'm really pissed off now."

"Why?"

Ally shrugged, and pressed his hips against Mikeys, "Cause of that," he whispered as his errection pressed into Mikey's.

Mikey grinned, his eyes sparkling mischeviously, "I could sort that out," he muttered.

Ally blushed, "Normally I wouldn't ask but..."

Mikey shrugged, "You know I don't mind," he said, letting his fingers trail down Ally's stomach, "But I want something in return."

"What?"

Mikey grinned and took hold of Ally's hand, pressing it close to the bulge in his boxers. "You help me out."

Ally grinned, "I didn't know you were hard." he muttered, slipping Mikey's boxers off.

Mikey shrugged, "I wasn't, till she left." he whispered softly.

Ally didn't dare look at him. He merely leaned into the warmth of Mikey's body, placing light, gentle kisses on his best friends neck.

Mikey smiled, and kissed Ally on the lips, and then the neck, and then the chest.

Ally frowned as he realised what Mikey was doing, "You sure Mike?"

Mikey grinned up at him, and nodded. He let his tongue flicker lightly over one of Ally's nipples.

Ally sighed and relaxed back into ecstasy.

Ally traipsed back into the house, dumping his bag on the floor by the door. "Mum!" he called, "I'm home."

Phil Richards stuck his head around the door of the study, "Your mum's gone to do the shopping. How was school?"

"Alright," Ally muttered wandering into the study. "We had sex ed today."

Shit Phillip mentally cursed This means questions.

"Daaad," Ally sat down, "When we were in class Miss Roberts said that some boys like other boys, you know," he blushed, "Like like them, and she said that's ok. Is it really?"

Phillip stood up, anger in his eyes, "What has that cow been teaching you now? Of course men aren't allowed to like other men."

"Oh," Ally looked almost folorn, "But like as friends is ok. Isn't it? Like Mikey is my friend."

Phil nodded at his son, who's eyes were brimming with tears at the thought of losing his best friend. "Yes. You can still be friends with Mikey." He sighed, "But if it's anything more," he muttered as he left the room, "I'll never look at you again."

As Ally came into his mouth, Mikey swallowed everydrop, and came himself, jerking out all over the bed. He laughed softly, adn wriggled back up the bed to be eyelevel with Ally. He looked at Ally, who was lying back, eyes shut, just drifting off into a contented sleep. Mikey sighed and kissed Ally softly, wrapping his arms around his bestfriend, whispering gently, "It's ok Allybear, I'm here."

Ally smiled sleepily, "Allybear," he repeated, "I kinda like it you know"

Mikey smiled and pressed his lips against Ally's temple, "Ok then bear, Allybear you will stay." he whispered, "Cause I kinda like you."