Chapter 44

They all sat at their tables in the Art room, paint getting pretty much everywhere, but some pictures being created, that actually weren't half bad. Art was in his office with Seiji, as Seiji had finished his 'masterpeice' and so they were *cough* relaxing.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in?" Eagle ventured, speaking softly, afraid.

As he did so, the door swung open to reveal Miss Ellins with another set of prospective parents and a girl of about fourteen or fifteen.

Eagle stood there, paralysed by fear, completely taken aback, and unsure of how he was meant to act.

Marcus stood up smoothly and walked over to them. "I'm sorry." he said, shaking the man by the hand, "Mr Tevelen is currently looking after Seiji, who's really not feeling very well." He took the woman's hand in his, and keeping their eyes locked, kissed it, "So he has asked me to show you, and of course Maggie," he turned to the girl, who stood there, mouth agape, and kissed her hand aswell, "All around our art lesson."

The kids sat there in stunned silence, Art hadn't said anything about visitors, Seiji wasn't ill, and how the hell did he know her name?

"Thank you," the man smiled, obviously pleasantly suprised with this charming young man, "And may I ask your name?"

His wife turned to him, a shocked look on her face, and he daughter squeaked and jabbed him in the ribs, "You can't say that daddy! That's Marcus Walker-Brett!" she hissed.

"I'm sorry," Marcus grinned, "My mother always said I had no mammers. I'm Marcus, Marcus Walker-Brett." He introduced himself, pretending not to have heard the cries of outrage from the two women.

At this point Art appeared, somehow managing not to look like his clothes had just been thrown on in a hurry.

"Oh hello Mr T," Marcus grinned at him, "Is Seiji feeling better yet?" he asked, subtly feeding Art the cover story he'd used.

"Ah um," Art stuttered, "I think he just needs to lie down for a while," he finished, causing stifled giggles from the rest of the year.

"Is it ok if I carry on showing Maggie and Mr and Mrs Thompson what we're doing?"

"Yes of course," Art sighed, trying not to look eternally grateful, as he needed to be seen as a good teacher who knew what was going on, but making a mental note to try and hate Marcus less in future.

For a few minutes Marcus chatted away about portraits and lessons and things like that, lying through his teeth of course, but with his charm meter turned up to max.

As they were leaving, Marcus opened the door for them, "I hope you come to our school." He grinned at Maggie, "It's really great." And then as they filed out he swiftly whispered something in the wife's ear. He shut the door, and walked calmly back to his place with only the tiniest hint of a smug smirk.

"Thank you," Art sighed.

Marcus laughed, leaning against his desk, "You know I thought that man was suprisingly nice to me, seeing as I screwed his wife at lunchtime." he grinned

"Marcus!" Ash squealed reproachfully

"So that's how you knew the girl's name," Ally laughed, "Cunning."

The door burst open and the woman flew back in, scribbling her phone number on a peice of paper. She shoved the peice of paper into Marcus's hand, saying "Call me." before rushing out again.

Marcus laughed, and without even looking at it, screwed the peice of paper up and threw it in the bin. "Not a chance." he said to himself, allowing himself a little smirk this time.

Mikey stood outside the huge double doors, gripping his mum�s hand really tightly.

�I�m scared mum,� he whispered

Jane Reed smiled and knelt down beside him, �Now Honey, I have to take Meg to the reception class, so you�re going to have to do this all on your own. Ok?�

Mikey nodded, �Year Three, left then right down the corridor, and my teacher is Miss Claire.� He repeated the instructions his mother had given him.

Jane grinned at him, kissing him on the cheek. �Well done love, and good luck.�

Mikey took a deep breath and wlked through the door. He walked along the corridor and found the door that had 3C written on it. He knocked gently, but heard only a random commotion coming from inside the door, which involved a child of about his age, and manic laughter.

He pushed the door open.

A small blonde haired boy was jumping literally from table to table, a teddy bear in his hand, yelling, �Co-co pops! Co-co pops! I ate Co-co pops!!�

�Ally!� The teacher yelled, �Please get down.�

Ally just laughed, �Ok then,� he grinned before jumping as hight as he could off the table and landing on the floor laughing his head off.�

�Ally come here and sit down.� Miss Claire sighed, it was 9:15 am on the first day of the smuuer term, and already she was fed up to the back teeth with Ally Richards. �Now please behave Ally. We have a new boy coming today.�

�Um, I�m here.� Mikey grinned, �My name�s Mikey.�

Miss Claire spun around totally shocked and flustered, �Oh, Hello Micheal. You can sit, um,� she span back to the class, and saw with complete and utter horror that the only space left was next to the child form of the devil, Ally Richards. �You�d better sit next to Ally,� she sighed, silently condemning herself to a live of moral hell, for ruining that boys school carer with just that one phrase.

Mikey grinned and went and sat next to the hyper child.

�HeyI�mAllyandIateloadsofsugarthismorninganditsreallygooooooood� Ally grinned

�Wicked.� Mikey laughed, �I have smarties for break, wanna share them?�

�You mustn�t give Ally blue smarties.� Said a boy with bottle thick glasses at the back of the class, �They make him silly.�

Ally turned around, �Shut up Charlie you wanker.�

�Ally!� Miss Claire squealed.

�What?� Ally turned back to the teacher, batting his long blonde eyelashes against his perfect pale cheeks, somehow emphasising the soft, almost curly, blonde hair, and the pale blue eyes, holding his teddy bear close towards him to maximise the effect. �Is calling someone a banker bad?� he asked, looking like an angel.

Miss Claire sighed, Ally was the devil, she just had to keep telling herself that, it was so easy to forget the evil side of that child. She gave up on him, and turned back to asking the rest of the class how their holidays went.

�So,� Ally grinned at Mikey, �You just moved here then?�

�Yuhuh,� Mikey grinned back, he liked this new kid. He didn�t know what wanker meant, but he was fairly sure it was bad.

�Good.� Ally grinned, �You can be my friend. Hey guess what I learnt in the holidays.� He sniggered before whispering something in Mikey�s ear.

Mikey�s eyes widened like saucers, he glanced down at his lap, and then back at Ally. �No way!� he whispered in hushed awe, �That�s gross.�

�Well.� Ally grinned knowledgably, �Apparently � it feels good.�

�Hey Mike,� Ally grinned �Do you remember when we first met?�

Mikey started to laughed, �Yuhuh. You told me about blow jobs. You corrupted me so much as a child.�

�Yep.� Ally grinned, �And you said it was gross.�

�Maybe I was wrong.� Mikey laughed, �Well, at least, receiving them is nice. Giving them, it really depends on who you�re giving it to.�

�Do you know.� Ally laughed, �I�ve never ever sucked a bloke off.�

�Really?� Mikey laughed

�Have you?� Seiji asked Mikey incredulously. NB, this was actually in a French lesson, but no-one seemed to care about that.

�Of course.� Mikey frowned, obviously thinking. �Come on Allybear,� He said, grabbing Ally by the hand.

�The fuck?� Ally frowned as Mikey yanked him out of the room.

�It�s something everyone should experience.�

Everyone started to laughed as Ally, looking totally terrified, was dragged out of the room.

�It�s nearing the end of term,� Sir sighed gratefully, it was now assembly.

Art cheered and got himself a glare from Miss Ellis.

�So I want each and every one of you to spend the rest of the afternoon tidying up your dorms and making them presentable before the holiday.�

�Great� Tor scowled.

�You do realise,� Marcus whispered to him with a laugh, �That translates as � tidy up really quickly and then go have sex.�

�Tor started to laugh as they stood up to leave, �It also translates as � Get Fergie to tidy up and go have sex with Mara.�

Everyone turned to stare at him, absolutely shocked, �You can�t do that!� Ash squealed.

�What?� Fergie laughed, �I was going to offer to anyway.�

�You were?� Marcus asked, frowning, Fergie was cute, but a little strange.

�Yep.� Fergie grinned, �I like being helpful.� He said as they got to their dorm. He turned to Mara, �I�ll tidy up your stuff as well if you like.�

�Why?� She frowned, slightly suspicious.

Fergie shrugged, �Because my brother will love me for ever if I do.�

�Come on.� Tor grinned taking Mara by the hand, �We have the whole afternoon for doing whatever we want.� He laughed as he pulled her out of the room, turning back only to say �Fergie.�

�Yeah?�

�I love you for ever.� He grinned.

Marcus scowled at Tor�s disappearing back, �Why do you put up with him?� he asked Fergie.

Fergie laughed, �I love him. And he�s really kinky in bed.�

Nienna scowled, she didn�t approve of Fergie and Tor, mainly because Mara didn�t like it, and she had to side with her best friend. �You know that�s really not something you should say about your brother.�

Fergie laughed, �It�s true though. He has this thing about ropes�.�

In the other dorm they started glumly tidying up.

�Hey Ally?� Aimee asked, �You like giving blowjobs now?�

Ally shrugged, �It�s not as bad as you guys make out.�

�Or maybe,� Mikey snaked his arms jokingly around Ally waist, before whispering seductively in his ear �I have a really nice cock.�

They both collapsed laughed, �You wanker,� Ally laughed.

�You were the one who just sucked me off.�

�And not by choice!� Ally squealed, �You know technically that�s rape.�

Mikey shrugged, �You could never send me to prison.� He laughed, �You want me too much.�

�That�s it.� Ally growled and grabbed his pillow, beating Mikey fiercely around the head with it..

Somehow Mikey managed to make it up the ladder to Ally�s bed, whilst still being beaten about the head grabbed something from under Ally�s duvet. He held it up, a good two inches taller than Ally, and standing on the bottom rung of the ladder. He held it out of Ally�s reach. �Stop it or he dies.�

Ally froze, �What?� he asked looking up.

�Stop hitting me or Baloo goes out the window.�

Ally was frozed, staring up at the teddy in Mikey�s hand, his eyes started to brim with tears, �Please don�t.�

Mikey scowled, �I hate the way you can cry on demand.� He grinned, stepping down, and giving the teddy bear back to Ally. �You know I�d never hurt Baloo.�

Ally smirked, and held the bear close, �You wouldn�t even get the chance.�

�Is that your teddy bear?� Aimee asked with a snort.

�No, it�s my alien friend.� Ally scowled sarcastically. �What do you think?�

J started to giggle, �That is unbelievable, you�re sixteen, and you still have a teddy bear in your bed!�

�Seventeen actually� Ally corrected her.

�You�re a seventeen year old bloke, who is standing there, cuddling his teddy bear!�

�Shhh,� Ally whispered to the bear, �She doesn�t mean to hurt your feelings.�

�I�m not hurting it�s feelings Ally! It�s a bear!� she exploded. Ally was really fit, and really fit guys were not meant to have teddy bears.

Ally grinned at her, �It�s not just a bear. It�s Baloo.�

�This is not just any bear,� Mikey went of on a random tangent in a seductive voice (and if you don�t know what I mean by an M&S voice, this means nothing to you�) �This is a hand picked, specially crafted, Persian fur bear. This is not just any teddy, this is M&S teddies.�

Ally looked at him with an raised eyebrow, and then burst out laughing. �You are so random.�

�I�m not the one who�s been carrying a teddy bear all his life.�

Ally shrugged, �He likes it.�

�Wait.� Toni winced, �If that bear is always in your bed, doesn�t that mean it�s there when you��

Ally laughed, �Baloo has seen a lot of things, and met a lot of very pretty girls, he also goes in the washing machine a lot.� He grinned.

Later that evening, Ally lay awake, not bothering to try and get to sleep. It was one of the main things he hated about boarding school, you had to be in bed by 10 o�clock and that meant lights out, and so everyone pretty much fell asleep straight away.

�Ally, oh Ally,�

Ally frowned and flipped his head over the side of the bed. He laughed silently at his upside down view of the world, before turning around to look at Charlie on the bunk below. He sniggered slightly, Charlie was obviously having a very nice dream. It creeped Ally out slightly that it was about him, but it was still funny. �Wanker,� he whispered softly to himself, before the blood going to his head became too much. He swung back into bed.

For a while he just lay there, staring at the ceiling. But Ally, as always, was easily bored. His eyes started to flicker around the room. Toni lay asleep, clutching Marcus�s homework, which yet again she had offered to do. J was snoring slightly, lying face down in the pillow, not a pretty sight, and Aimee, laying flat on her back, drooling ever so slightly. Ally laughed out loud, but softly so as not to wake anyone else up. The girls in his dorm really weren�t a pretty sight, he though Dee was hot, and Mara, but he thought most of the girls in his year weren�t worth anything. He glanced across at Mikey, lying fast asleep in bed, his blanket not over him, but cuddled in his arms like a lover. He wasn�t snoring, but mumbling ever so slightly in his sleep, something that sounded like �Ellie�. He grinned to himself, wondering who Ellie was. Ally smiled to himself, Mike looked so harmless when he was asleep, really sweet. It was a pity the only hot one in his dorm was his best friend. Ally frowned to himself, what the hell was he thinking? He wasn�t meant to think Mikey was hot, he was straight. He shuddered softly, it was that one night, messing up his head. That�s all. Ok, so that one night, and that blowjob, and all the other times. He fell back into a fitful sleep, thinking of how physically close he and his best friend were, and getting a little scared.

Fergie woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, sweat pouring off his slender frame. �Sorry� he whispered to Tor, in whose arms he lay.

Tor smiled sleepily, and kissed his brother tenderly, �You alright?�

Fergie nodded, unwrapping Tor�s arms from around his waist, �I�m just going for a walk.� He whispered.

�Please don�t�� Tor started, and then trailed off, unsure of how Fergie would react to what he had been going to say.

�Please don�t what?� Fergie asked, although he already knew what Tor was going to say, he just needed him to say it out loud.

�Just don�t hurt yourself, ok?� Tor whispered.

Fergie smiled as he stood up, �Thank you.�

�For what?�

Fergie grinned �Caring.� He said, before leaving a sweet kiss lingering on his twin�s lips.

He slipped a pair of jeans over his naked hips, and not caring about the cold, walked out of the dorm. He wandered to the top of the stairs, but then froze. From downstairs he could hear faint piano playing, delicate phrases being picked out thoughtfully, being replayed, corrected, improved, as if slowly, and painfully, a melody was being dragged out of the player.

�Fuck.� He heard, and the phrases stopped. He heard something muttered in Italian. It was Marcus, but he knew that already. He thought of Marcus, smarmy bastard. Always perfectly dressed, the only one of them to wear a tie, and it was always perfectly tied. His shirts always crisp and clean. Hell, his fingernails were always clean! And the one time they had kissed, Fergie had noted his breath tasted of crisp peppermint, which was, of course, totally illogical, because of the amount of weed that boy smoked. He thought of how Marcus was always either calm and controlled, or cheerful, making a joke of everything, chatting everyone up all the time, always making everything into a sick joke. The only time Fergie had ever even thought of him as human - instead of some creepy, superior, half-angel - was the time he had sat crying his heart out about his nightmare.

He heard a frustrated cry room the common room downstairs. He silently crept down the stairs.

At the piano sat Marcus, but this boy hardly resembled the near perfect Marcus he saw everyday. Marcus sat, pieces of loose, handwritten, sheet music scattered on the floor around him. His silver, parker, fountain pen spilled black ink all over his fingertips. His normally angelic curls now wild and unruly as he pushed them back off his face, managing to get inky black fingerprints all over his face in the process. His normally pristine clothes were certainly less than pristine. His shoes were across the other side of the common room, his blazer and tie lay on the top of the piano, his shirt lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, exposing for the first time, Fergie realised, his very slender, almost too slender, torso. Fergie also noted the soft firelight glinting off the scars on his shoulder blades.

�Fuck.� Marcus sighed again, putting his head in his hands, �Why doesn�t he love me?�

�Who?� Fergie asked from the bottom step.

�Shit!� Marcus whirled around. �Oh hell, you weren�t meant to see this. You weren�t meant to hear that.�

�Who doesn�t love you?� Fergie asked again.

�You.� Marcus whispered, �Assuming you are Fergie and not Tor.�

Fergie laughed, �It�s me alright. How did you know?�

Marcus shrugged, �Tor seems less likely to take a moonlight walk. He also glares at me all the time. And he doesn�t have these.� He reached out and lightly touched one of the almost faded bruises on Fergie�s body. �You�re a mess.� He grinned. �Mind you,� he added, glancing down at himself, �So am I.�

�Yes,� Fergie frowned in confusion, �I thought you had to be the perfect angel.�

�Until the creation of man, Lucifer was the perfect angel.� Marcus reminded him, before laughing aloud. �It�s my middle name you know.�

�What Angel?�

�No.� Marcus laughed, �My sister�s middle name is Angela though. No mine is Lucifer.�

Fergie shrugged, �Technically my middle name is a girls name.� he laughed sitting down next to Marcus. �Why did you loose your shirt?� he asked, �Or were you deliberately trying to look hot?�

�Oh,� Marcus blushed � yes Marcus Walker-Brett blushed � �I find it hard to play the piano in a shirt.�

�Jesus, your fans must love that.� Fergie teased.

For a while they sat there in the dying light of the fire, side by side on the piano stool, both of them topless, with scars littering their backs.

Marcus subtly slinked his arm around Fergie�s waist. �Please go out with me� he whispered, �I really mean that. I don�t just mean fuck me. I really like you, like I�ve never liked anyone before, guy or girl.� Marcus sighed deeply and turned to look at Fergie. �Please.�

�Look.� Fergie sighed, leaning his head against Marcus�s shoulder, �I like you too,� he admitted, �But I�m really not ready for anything at the moment. I split up with the guy I�ve been going out with since I was twelve in September. I�m only just getting used to having to share Tor with Mara, and there�s this whole shit with David�� he was silenced by a gentle kiss on the lips.

�Ok.� Marcus whispered, �I�ve never said this to anyone before, and I�ll never say it to anyone other than you, but I�ll wait. For you, I will wait. If you�re not ready now, I will wait until you are.�

Fergie smiled and kissed him on the cheek, �You know, maybe you are an angel after all.�

As Mikey woke up, sweating and with a hard on, Ally glanced across at him, "Who were you dreaming about?" he laughed.

Mikey blushed, "Um, no-one." he said, reaching for some tissues.

"Liar, you were saying something like 'Ellie, Ellie'." Ally immitated his moans

Mikey blushed even deeper, "Wanna know something really creepy?"

"Who?"

Mikey buried his face in the pillow, "I was actually saying 'Ally, Ally,'" he muttered, trying to make it into a joke.

"No shit!" Ally laughed, "You had that kind of a dream about me! That's what comes of making your best mate give suck you off."

"No," Mikey whispered silently, "That's what comes of falling in love."