Chapter 47

Fergie was drying the plates, putting them away. For once in his lifetime, he wasn't doing the washing up, David was. This made Fergie very suspicious, so he stood, and watched his stepfather, who was staring out of the window at where Frankie and some of her playmates were running around, laughing.

"She's very beautiful, isn't she?" David said, without turning round.

"Who?"

"Frances." David always used his daughter's full name, he thought Frankie sounded too Irish. "Wouldn't you just love to fuck her?"

Fergie froze, Oh God he thought, He can't. He musn't. I won't let him. "Why would you wan't to do that?" he asked, trying to keep his tone neutral, and not panicked.

"I spend my life fucking you Fergal." David sighed, "I want something nicer. She's perfect. Can't you imagine how sweet it would be to have her."

"She's three." Fergie scowled.

"I still want her."

Fergie sighed, and trying to keep hold of his last shred of dignity, leant against the table, folding his arms. "Why bother? I mean, she's three, she'll kick and scream, and it'll be so much effort. Why bother to train her, when you have me, already here."

David turned around, a smirk on his face, and glanced down at his very visible erection, "That's why. This is what she does to me. I want her, and I'm going to take her." He turned back to his washing up.

Fergie felt the tears starting to well up in his eyes, as he prepared himself to do the bravest thing he'd ever done. All his life he'd hoped David would stop, and he knew, in one movement, he was giving up all that hope. He stepped forward, and slipped his arms around David's waist, burying his face into the side of his step-father's neck. "We should go upstairs," he whispered, and gentle kissed the skin in front of him, trying to force down the bile that appeared. He was so disgusted at himself.

David turned around to his fourteen year old stepson. "Did you just ask me for sex?" he smirked.

Fergie swallowed, and nodded.

David's hand came flying up and struck him across the cheek, Fergie knew better than to flinch. "Well say it properly then, or I might have to find...someone else."

Fergie bit his lip, tears forming.

"Don't cry faggot. It's you who wants this."

I don't Fergie thought. But it's the only way I know to stop you screwing my three year old sister. Outloud, he merely said, in a very timid voice, "Please fuck me."

Fergie woke up with a jolt, covered in sweat. He glanced across at his twin, but before Tor could get to his side, Marcus had appeared.

"Bad dream?" Marcus asked.

Fergie merely nodded.

"Step-dad?"

Again, just a nod.

"Want a blow-job?" Marcus smirked slightly,

Fergie lent back from him, slightly horrified.

"Just joking. Do you want a hug?"

Fergie thought about it for a second, and then shook his head. "It's sweet of you." he whispered, "But I don't want any physical contact right now. I'm..." he couldn't say it.

"Dirty?" Marcus finished for him, and again Fergie nodded. "Bet you're not as dirty as I am." Marcus grinned.

"Did you ever ask for it?" Fergie asked, "From your dad?"

Marcus paused, and then nodded, "Yeah. It was the only way I knew how to stop him doing it to my sister."

Fergie felt his heart jump into his mouth, "Did it work?"

Marcus paused, and shook his head. "I always thought it did. I always thought he hurt me, because he didn't hurt her. And then I found out he did it to her, only much much worse, and much more often."

Fergie thought about the consequences, and decided they could go suck, he wrapped his arms around Marcus. "You ok?"

Marcus nodded, "Are you? Which I think is the main point here."

"I'm going outside for a smoke. Wanna come?"

Together the two boys slipped outside into the freezing december weather. Fergie handed a cigarette to Marcus, and they both lit up, before sliding down to sit with their backs against the wall.

Marcus sat for a moment, staring into space, until he heard a small gasp of pain from Fergie. He turned towards him, and just caught him finishing stubbing the ciggarette out on his now, very scarred arm. Smiling sadly, he pushed Fergie away from the wall, and shuffled so he was sat behind him, one leg either side. Wrapping his arms around the shiviering boy, he said nothing.

"You gonna let me carry on?"

Marcus nodded, and then realised Fergie couldn't see him. "Yep. I wish I had the guts to do that anyway."

Fergie shrugged, and carried on.

"You're not dirty. Not even if you ask for it." Marcus said, he wasn't sure if he was talking to Fergie or himself.

"Well something has to make a person dirty."

"I think if you want it, then you're dirty."

"I want it." Fergie said softly. He felt Marcus tense behind him, but carried on anyway. "For two reasons, one, that way he doesn't do it to anyone else. And two?" he sighed, "It's the only attention anyone ever gives to me at home. Even Tor acts like a complete arsehole when they're around. David and I have this little game where..." he faltered,

"Go on."

"David only screws me cause he fancies Tor. Ok?"

Marcus sighed, and hugged Fergie tighter, "Poor you."

"That's not the point. Anyway, there's this game, and I have to pretend to be Tor, while he," Fergie blushed, "While he fucks me."

"And you want that?"

"No!" Fergie snapped, "Well, yes actually. I mean," he twisted around so he could face Marcus, "I don't want the sex, but while he's doing it, he tells me he loves me, and that I'm beautiful, and perfect." he sighed, "How sad is that."

"Hey," Marcus grinned, "I don't think it's sad. I think you are beautiful and perfect."

Fergie laughed, "The rest of the time he tends to beat me up during sex, and I don't want that."

Marcus laughed as well, trying to ease the atmosphere. "It doesn't make you dirty though, because it's not the actual sex you want."

"I know," Fergie nodded, "But I just feel, I don't know." he trailed off misereabley, and carried on smoking, and burning his arm for a few more minutes. "Do you confess it? In confession?" he asked.

Marcus nodded, "Every week. Even on the rare occasions I have done anything confession worthy in a week, I still go to confessional, just for that."

Fergie smiled, "You know what?"

"What?"

"You stop me feeling alone. You stop me feeling, well, like the things I think and feel, only I think and feel, cause I know you feel them to."

"You stop me feeling cold." Marcus muttered thoughtfully.

"The hell?" Fergie twisted arond to face him once more.

Marcus shrugged, "It's bloody freezing out here, and I'm hugging you, so not only is your body heat keeping me warm, but the fact I have you in my arms is keeping me nice and toasty."

Fergie laughed, "I know." he grinned, "I can feel your hard on."

Marcus shrugged, "You already know how I feel about you. And I am still waiting for you."

"Not just yet." Fergie said slowly, as if he was almost deciding not to say that, "I do like you but, I," he frowned, "I don't like me. I know it's illogical, but I do feel dirty, and sinful, and," he thought for a moment, "I don't want anyone to touch me, I'm tainted."

Marcus shrugged, "I get what you mean, but just remember sweet, I'm tainted too."

On Saturday morning the sun rose unnoticed behind a thick bank of rainfilled clouds.

"It's going to rain," J sighed, depressed as always.

Ally woke up, head throbbing, "Mmm, go away." he muttered, snuggling closer into the arms that held him.

"Wake up Allybear," Mikey grinned.

Ally looked up, as Mikey swam into focus. "AAAH!!!!" he screamed, leaping as far back from Mike as it was possible to do in a single bed, "I'm in the same bed as a MAN!"

Mikey laughed, "You didn't want to sleep in your own cum filled sheets."

"Oh," Ally grinned sheepishly, "Did I really say that?"

Mikey nodded, "And you thought that if you were a girl, you'd find sleeping cuddled up to me very sexy."

Ally groaned, "How many times have I told you not to listen to me when I'm drunk."

Grinning, Mikey climbed out of bed, "But it's so amusing."

The first of the parents to arrive was Angela Yue, who jumped out of the car, waving. She ran towards the common room, and swept Matt and Eagle into a ginormous hug. "Oh I'm so glad." she grinned, "I've been waiting for you two to be honest with each other for years!"

"You knew he fancied me!" Matt gasped.

"You didn't tell me!" Eagle squealed.

Angela grinned, and went to hug Raven, "You had to get together on your own steam, but I'm very happy for the both of you." she smiled, and it was a genuine smile, which sparkled in her eyes. "And how's Raven?"

"Matt and Eagle," Raven sighed softly, snuggling into her mother, "They're so happy."

"Is Raven happy?"

Raven looked up at her mother, a huge grin on her face, "Alex." she said simply.

Angela looked up towards Alex, who stood, blushing, and nervously twisting the corner of his shirt into his hands, "Have you been looking after my little girl?" Angela asked.

Alex blushed an even darker shade of crimson, and nodded.

Angela merely raised an eyebrow. She thought Matt and Eagle were so protective over Raven's innocence it would damage the girl if she was.

Raven giggled, "Alex is my favourite."

After fond farewells from Alex and Raven, and a few tears, from Alex, Mrs Yue dissapeared in her car with her three children, (two genuine, one surrogate) back to their house for christmas.

Ash's mother was next, Susan May appeared with a squeal and a jangle of charms from her bracelet. "OH ASHLEYKINS!" she squealed, "How mummy has missed you."

"Oh, I've missed you to!" Ash squealed back. He turned to the rest of the year, "Merry Christmas everyone!" he grinned.

"Shall we go?" Ally turned to Mikey and Charlie. Being seventeen before the start of the school term, Ally had brought his car with him (he'd passed his test abnormally quickly ok?)

"Yep." Mikey grabbed his stuff.

"Um, I'm not coming home with you guys. Ok?" Charlie stammered slightly, he was so nervous.

"You aren't?" Ally raised his eyebrows.

"Nienna asked me to go skiing with her, and her family. I'm going straight there with her."

"Talking of which." Interupted Nienna, "Mummy and Daddy are here." She grabbed Charlie by the hand, "Come on, lets go get some sun and snow!"

Charlie, looking absolutlely terrified, grabbed his suitcase, and was dragged out of the common room.

"Just us then." Mikey grinned,

"And Baloo." Ally added, grabbing his most prised teddy bear.

"And Baloo." Mikey sighed, picking up his luggage.

A rolls royce appeared outside the door, and Alex grabbed his bag. "Bye everyone," he grinned, "Happy Christmas." He walked out, and climbed into the back of the car. "Is mum going to be home for christmas?" he asked the driver. "Oh," he murmered quietly at the response, "I guess I might go visit her then."

As her parents pulled up outside, Mara slipped her arms around Tor's waist. "I'm going to miss you baby."

"Mmm," he grinned fondly, and kissed her, "I'll miss you too."

She smiled, and snogged him once more for good measure, and ran outside to her parents.

"Hey Marcus!" Toni smiled as her dad pulled up outside, "You playing any concerts this holiday?"

Marcus shrugged, "Dunno." he scowled, trying as always to avoid conversation with Toni, "Merry Christmas."

She laughed, pleased that he'd actually wished her the season's goodwill, and half danced out of the door.

J and Aimee both dissapeared as soon as their respective parents arrived.

Dee turned and grinned at the remaining boys, "I think that's my grandparents," she said, referring to a rickity old car that had just turned up, "I'm staying with them for the hols," she said, laughing at her use of the "English Schoolgirl word".

Marcus sighed, "Bye Dee sweetfuck." he grinned,

"Sweetfuck? I thought it was sweetheart."

"Well, I don't know what your heart's like yet, but I know you're a sweet fuck. So you can be called sweetfuck." Marcus laughed.

Fergie groaned, and Marcus flashed him an apologetic look.

"You are so funny." Dee grinned, and ran outside to meet her parents.

"You two going to the airport?" Marcus asked the twins.

"Yep." Fergie turned to pick up his bags, "Why?"

"Wanna share a lift?" Marcus grinned.

Fergie groaned, but laughed as well, "Do I have to?" he joked. Then, "Sure, that'll be cool."

"Are you two on speaking terms then?" Tor sighed, slipping his arm around Fergie's waist.

"I think so." Fergie grinned at Marcus, "But nothing more."

"I would really rather like us to be on fucking terms, but," Marcus sighed theatrically, "I suppose speaking terms is better than nothing." The all wandered outside, and clambered into the taxi Marcus had called, for the ride to the airport.

Fergie was feeling rather uncomfortable, squashed between Marcus and Tor. Tor was trying to slide his hand up his brother's leg, and Marcus kept on whispering in his ear how beautiful he was. "Guys!" Fergie squealed, "Would you two horny bastards just cut it out."

Marcus laughed, "Sorry, but you're irrisistable. And we've both been screwing his girlfriend all term, so we haven't had a chance to be with you." he stole the words out of Tor's mouth.

Tor looked outraged. "Fuck off Walker-Brett." he muttered,

They plied out at the airport, and checked into their respective flights. "Hmmm," Marcus grinned at Fergie, "I guess this is goodbye then."

Fergie raised an eyebrow as he and Tor walked over to passport control. "Bye Marcus. Happy Christmas."

"Merry Christmas Marcus." Tor sighed begrudgingly.

"Bye Tor. Merry Christmas. Bye Fergie!" Marcus called, "You're so beautiful, you should be a Christmas ANGEL!" he laughed.

Fergie turned back, "And you can be the DONKEY!" he grinned.

Marcus smiled, pleased that Fergie was joking with him. He relaxed, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Mr Walker-Brett."

Marcus winced, he always did when he heard his name said like that. It reminded him of his dad. He turned around, "Yes?"

"You're flight is ready. If you'd just like to come with me."

Art sat in Sir's study, with the rest of the staff.

"Well," he Sir smiled, "I think it's been a very impressive term for all of us. We all deserve our cocks sucked for the work with done with the lower sixth."

Art sniggered, "I get my cock sucked from the lower sixth."

Sir sniggered with him, "Yes Art, we know you love Seiji, you don't need to remind us."

James Rotheborne frowned, "We all deserve our cocks sucked?" he queried.

"It's instead of slapped on the back." Andi informed him, "Sir thinks being slapped on the back isn't actually that congratulatory, and having one's cock sucked is a far nicer thing to do to someone in congratulations."

It was a few hours later when Art finally managed to escape. He went and grabbed his suitcase from his room, glancing around to check there was nothing he'd forgotton, before he made his way down the stairs. As he walked, humming christmas carols, staring into the distance, out through the common room, he tripped over Seiji. "Fuck, Seiji," he swore.

"I thought you did." Sir sniggered from nowhere (this is a habit of sir's ok?)

Seiji held out his hand, and let Art pull him to his feet.

"I thought you'd gone home." Art frowned, "I told mum to come and pick you up."

"I know. But I told her not to. I want to go home with you." He smiled his brilliant, trusting smile at Art.

Art felt himself fall in love all over again. "Come on then." he grinned, and still holding Seiji's hand walked out to his car.

Marcus sat on a plane, flying over Europe, flying back home to Italy. He was daydreaming, something he never normally did, and he was daydreaming of Fergie. He thought of Fergie's laughing smile, as he had yelled about Marcus being the donkey. He thought about Fergie, trapped safe and warm in his arms the night before, how Marcus had comforted him. He also thought about what Fergie had said. Marcus had never thought of himself as tainted, but he supposed he was. Most of all he thought of Fergie lying asleep in bed, covers fallen off to reveal his almost naked body. "Shit," Marcus thought as he felt himself harden, he really couldn't be dealing with an erection in the middle of a plane journey. Just at that moment, the air hostess appeared. "Can I get you anything Mr Walker-Brett?" she asked

Marcus let his eyes flicker up and down her pretty figure in her too tight uniform, "You know," he smirked, "I think you can."

Some time later, they emerged from the plane toilet, the airhostess breathless and giggley. Marcus sauntered slowley back to his seat. He didn't feel guilty that he didn't know her name. He didn't feel guilty that he hadn't even asked her name. He did feel guilty though, because he'd spent the entire time thinking about Fergie.

Sir stood in his study, and gazed out of the window at Art and Seiji walking down the driveway, hand in hand. The snow was just beginning to fall lightly around them all. It had been an eventful term, with all the antics of the lower sixth. Seiji had nearly murdered a few people, and it was rumoured had suceeded with a few others. Art had fallen even more deeply in love with his boyfriend, and had completely managed to ruin their relationship on several occasions. Marcus had appeared, with his infallable sex appeal, and his insatiable love of Fergie. Fergie had been raped, although Sir knew that this was an every day occourance, but he thought it had taught the rest of the year an awful lot about sex, and relationships. He'd just met the lower sixth, for only a few months, and already felt like he knew them as his own family. His favourite occasion was still Matt and Eagle finally getting together, after falling in love about four years ago. Sir smiled, it was times like that he knew why he ran the school he did. He looked out of the window for the final time, miricle of all miricles, the snow was beginning to settle, it looked like it would be a white christmas for sir. He looked at the empty school, and smiled, before whispering softly to himself. "Merry Christmas."