Chapter 50

It was early in the morning when they clambered onto the coach. It was a 25 seater coach for only 17 of them, so a few of them had seats on their own, allthough some people were deliberately sharing.

"Sit next to you?" Ally whispered to Mikey, grinning.

Mikey laughed and wandered to the back of the coach, sitting down he pulled Ally down to sit next to him. "There's no leg room." he grumbled.

Ally laughed and leant across to whisper in his ear, "That's my cunning plan, this way we get to cuddle up to each other and use the excuse that it's the only way to get comfy."

Mikey grinned, "You are adorable," he muttered, too softly for anyone but Ally to hear.

Fergie made sure he was the last one onto the coach. He didn't want anyone to come and sit next to him. His face was still covered in cuts and bruises his ankles and wrists still torn and scabby. He was in pain, he was grumpy and he didn't want to talk to anyone. He sat down in an empty seat not too far from where Tor sat wrapped around Mara.

He leant against the window, and closed his eyes. He knew that he could never get to sleep, not while Tor was still awake, but he ought to at least get some rest.

A few minutes into the journey Marcus slipped his arm from behind Andi's back, and gave her a quick kiss. "I'll be back in a sec," he whispered.

Fergie gelt a hand on his knee, and flinched automatically. He turned to face whoever had just sat beside him.

"Only me." Marcus smiled softly.

"Oh," Fergie scowled and turned beack to the window.

"You alright?" Marcus reached up a hand to Fergie's cheek.

Fergie gelt himself softening towards Marcus, perhaps he could be nice. "I'm in a lot of pain," he said softly, it wasn't something he liked admitting, "And I'm very tired."

"Poor you," Marcus sighed, "Would you like some company? Or shall I stop bugging you?"

"S'ok," Fergie turned and smiled at him, "I'm only going to be boring and try and rest, you go back to Andi. Besides," he laughed, "She might fail me if I steal you away for too long."

Marcus grinned and kissed him on the cheek, "I'll be off then," he said, standing up.

Mikey sat with his back against the window. One leg was bent and resting on the seats, the other stretched out into the ilse. His arms were draped loosly about Ally who sat in between his legs.

"My God," J sighed, "You two look like full on poofters."

Ally sighed exhasperatedly, as if explaining something to a very small and very stupid child, "If you had legs as long as ours youwould understand the evilness of coaches, and the difficulty of being comfortable."

"Plus," Mikey whispered in his ear, "We are full on poofters."

Ally giggled and relaxed into Mikey even more.

Fergie glanced around to see where Art was sat. He stood up as gingerly as he could, and went to kneel beside the teacher, and whispered softly in his ear.

"Aw," Art turned slightly in his seat, so he was facing Fergie, and wrapped his arms around the boy, "Is it that bad?"

Fergie nodded, trying not to grin about the fact he was getting a hug from Art.

Art reached in his pocket and took out the packet of painkillers, giving one to Fergie, placing a soft kiss on his forhead. "I wish I could make you better." he sighed.

Fergie stood up, wincing slightly, "S'ok." he smiled. He walked quietly back to his seat, swallowing the painkiller, and sat down, waiting for it to take effect.

"You ought to go see him," Mara said softly.

"What?" Tor murmered softly, still burying his face in her neck.

She pulled away from him, grabbing him roughly by the chin, and forcing him to look at Fergie. "Go and see if he's ok." she ordered.

Tor sighed, "I'm sure he's fine," he said, standing up and walking over to his brother. He sat down on the spare seat.

"Fuck off." Fergie said quietly. "You are the last person I want to see right now." He'd been avoiding Tor all week.

Tor nodded and stood up, walking back to Mara, "Told you so," he said softly.

She glanced across at Fergie, wishing there was something she could do to make him feel better. "Has he ever been this upset before?" she asked Tor.

Tor shrugged, "Ruaidhri normally sorts it out." [A/N - it's pronouced Rory so don't go getting any werid english pronounciations in your head, ok?]

"Who's Ruaidhri?"

"His ex, who is no longer around. I think this may be why he's so down at the moment. Plus David was being more of a bastard than usual." He glance across at his brother, "Look, I don't hate him, and I do wish I could make it better, but he'll be fine in a few days, just takes him a while to feel better."

Raven snuggled into Alex, "Love you," she whispered softly.

Alex laughed softly, amused. "Love you too." he grinned, "That was random."

"You never said how your christmas was."

Alex sighed and wrapped his arms around her, "S'not important now. I'm with you."

"Alex," she said, gently chiding him, "It matters to me, I care about you, and I want you to tell me these things."

"Fine. It started out fairly rubbish cause my mum's still in the pysciatric ward, but then it got better cause I got to talk to you. Happy?" he smiled and kissed her.

"Poor Alex." She sniffed, kissing him on the cheek,

"And your christmas?"

"I had to put up with Matt and Eagle having sex....all the time." She scowled, "That wasn't very fun."

"Poor Raven," he laughed and pulled her into an even tighter hug.

When they got to London, a few hours later, they went straight to the hotel.

"Right guys," Art made them gather all in the entrance lobby, probably annoying all the other guests, but this is what teachers do, "I'll tell you who's sharing a room with who, and then you can have about an hour to yourselves, resting, before we go out and we have some fun things planned to do."

"Are they actually fun?" Dee asked.

"Should be yeah." Art grinned, "Right, boys first," he said, and, handing out a key to each pair as he went along, read out the list, "Fergie and Tor, Ally and Mikey, Alex with Charlie, Matt with Ash, Marcus," he looked to Marcus for confirmation, "Is I beleive not staying here cause of something to do with the concert, so you can go hang out with whoever you want for the time being, and Seiji," he turned and grinned at his boyfriend, who laughed and went to stand beside the teacher. "Girls now, "J, Toni and Aimee all together, Mara and Nienna, And Raven and Dee." he handed out the final key.

Marcus slipped a hand around Andi's waist, "Can I come hang out with you," he grinned evilly.

She blushed and giggled, which he understood to mean yes.

The twins walked up the stairs together in silence. Tor opened the door, in silence. Fergie walked into the room and sat down on the bed, in silence.

"You can't ignore me forever." Tor said softly.

"I can try." Fergie looked up at him, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Caley," Tor sat down beside his brother, and wrapped his arms around him, "I don't know what the hell that bastard did to you, but I love you, and I want to make you happy again."

Fergie lay down on the bed, pulling Tor down beside him, "I want you to hold me," he said softly.

Silently, Tor wrapped his arms tightly around his twin, holding him whilst Fergie sobbed softly.

"I hate it," Fergie whispered, "I hate how pathetic I am."

"You're not pathetic," Tor smiled, "I couldn't do what you do." He kissed Fergie softly.

Inside, Fergie sighed, this wasn't what he wanted right now, but he gave in to what Tor wanted, and wrapped his arms around his brother's neck, kissing him back.

Ally and Mikey struggled hard not to run up to their hotel room. They slammed the door as soon as they got inside, and Mikey felt Ally's lips crash against his own, pushing him down onto the bed.

"A whole hour," Ally whispered breathlessly, "To ourselves."

Mikey slid his hands underneath Ally's shirt, "Is the door locked?" he glanced across at it.

"Probably," Ally muttered, burying his face in Mikey's neck, "I don't care right now."

Mikey shoved Ally off him, and went and flicked the door locked. "Well I think you would care if you were thinking straight," he laughed, pulling his shirt over his head, before falling back onto the bed and wrapping his arms around Ally.

Ally laughed softly, "I don't think the word straight is in my vocabulary when you're around." He grinned wriggling out of his shirt, and snuggling back into Mike's arms.

Seiji slipped his arms around Art's waist, and underneath his shirt, gently tracing circle around his bellybutton with the tip of his finger.

Art didn't notice.

Seiji leant closer, letting his warm breath dance across Art's neck, letting his lips lightly brush skin.

Again, Art didn't notice

Seiji let his fingers slip down to the edge of Art's waistband, slowly slipping his hands underneath the fabric.

And yet again, Art didn't notice.

"Alright Art," He sighed, pulling his hands away, and instead pulling Art into a hug. "What the hell is up with you?"

Art sighed, and rolled around to face his boyfriend, "I'm worried," he said.

"About?"

"Fergie," Art admitted, "You saw what David did to him at half term and he wasn't nearly as upset as he is now. I dread to think what the bastard did to him."

A few hours later they were all stood outside the giant London Eye.

"Wow!" Ash clapped his hands together. "This looks like fun!"

"Yeah," Fergie muttered to Marcus, "the opportunitiy to see loads of England, all in one go, fantastic," Sarcasim dripped from his lips.

"It's pathetic really," Marcus grinned. "You just come and sit with me, we'll chat instead."

"Do you have a thing about getting people to talk?" Fergie asked as they stepped onto the giant pod, "Or is it just me?"

"Just you." Marcus laughed softly, and took Fergie by the hand, leading him over to a quiet bench, where he sat down, pulling the other boy with him. "Now talk." He commanded.

"Again," Fergie grinned slightly, "About what?"

"Would you..." Marcus blushed, "Would you tell me what happened at Christmas, what's made you so upset."

Fergie glanced across at him, and then nodded, "It was fine. We'll, it wasn't great, but it was bearable, until a couple of days before we came back to school. We'd been to the zoo the day before you see, and..."

"I thought," Catherine looked across at David as they all sat around the breakfast table, "We could go to the adventure playground today."

"Yeah!!" Frankie clapped her hands together, "Yeah, please!"

David raised his eyebrows at her, "You take the kids, I'm not sure I can cope with a whole day of death slides," he joked, smiling at her.

"Is Fergie coming?" Kathy asked as her stepbrother put her breakfast infront of her.

Catherine looked imploringly at David, "The girls would like it, he's so helpful."

David glanced up at Fergie who was pouring out some freshly made coffee, and shook his head. "He went to the zoo with you yesterday. There's housework to be done."

Fergie felt his insides sink to the floor, he knew why David really wanted to keep him home, there wasn't any housework left to do, he'd done it all after they got back yesterday. "Of course," he said softly, he couldn't face arguing. He placed David's coffee in front of him, "Anyone want anything else?" he asked.

"Blow job," Tor mouthed at him silently.

Fergie bit back a giggle, Tor always knew how to cheer him up. "For breakfast." he finished the sentence.

"No," David answered, "That'll be fine. Why don't you go and start tidying up the spare room." He didn't even have to glance at his stepson, Fergie knew exactly what he meant.

Taking off his apron, and folding it neatly back into the drawer, Fergie walked up the stairs to the spare room. Once inside, he clicked the door shut, and leant against it with a sigh, it was goin to be a long day. He slipped his t-shirt over his head, folding it and placing it on a chair in the corner. Soon the room would be scattered in clothes, but they wouldn't be his, he always left his neatly in the corner. He kicked his shoes off, and put them underneath the chair. Wandering over to the window, he pulled the curtains shut, there were some things it was better the neighbours didn't see. He unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them over his hips, lingering, not really wanting to take them off but knowing he had to, knowing he must. He folded them and put them on top of the t-shirt, before climbing into the double bed, he had a few minutes, whilst the others got ready to leave, before his torture. Exhausted from being awake for most of the night tidying and cleaning the house, he felt his eyeslids heavy and ready to close. Knowing it was stupid, knowing he would regret it later, he let himself drift off into a state of semi-conciousness.

The next thing he felt was cold metal against his wrists. He shifted slightly, and felt the handcuff cut into his flesh. Damn. He'd used the sharpened ones. He made no sound as he felt his wrists, and then his ankles chained to the bed, by handcuffs which ahd been specially sharpened at the edges to cut into him if he moved. He felt David's hand creep around his face, and cover his mouth, his lips close to Fergie's ear.

"Been waiting?" David sniggered.

Fergie made no sound, it was better not to, or so he thought.

"I asked you a question," David snarled.

It wasn't long before Fergie heard the crack of David's belt against his bare skin. He tried so hard not to flinch, but as he did he felt the metal cutting into his wrists. He felt David's hand on the back of his head, forcing his face down into the pillow.

"I'd kill you you know." David laughed, "If it wouldn't kill Tor, I'd murder you without a second thought." He released the pressure on his stepson's head, so he could breath again.

Fergie still remained stubbornly mute, for a while, he felt nothing, and was scared, until he realised that this was the only break he'd get all day, whilst David was undressing. Then he felt his stepfathers hands on his back, and a rough knee inbetween his legs. He wasn't hard, there was no way he would be, not with this treatment, not from David. He almost laughed as he rememered Tor asking him if you always had to be hard for someone to fuck you, he'd laughed then, a cold bitter laugh, and quietly told his twin that not everyone was as gentle as he was.

He heard the crinkle of a wrapper being opened, and sighed inwardly, at least that was a good thing, and one less test he'd have to go through at the hospital, because he was fairly sure that was where he'd end up. He felt David's now sheathed cock at his entrance, and bit his lip hard. He hated the taste of blood in his mouth, it reminded him of all the times, such as now, when David forced his length inside him, no preparation, no lubrication, nothing. He hated the sight of blood, it reminded him of how he always looked after David had finished with him. Most of all, he hated the smell of blood, because that, that was what got David turned on the most. He closed his eyes and bit harder on his lower lip, trying to use the pain he was giving himself outwiegh the pain from his stepfather. He tried to block every conceivable thought from his mind, he couldn't think of anything, he couldn't think of anyone, he wouldn't let himself.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, he felt David spill his hot seed inside of him. He forced back the bile that was rising his throat, no matter what he told his brother, it didn't get easier. He winced, biting harder on his lip as David pulled out of him, but was releived. One down, God knows how many more to go.

He heard a gasp catch in David's throat, suprised, shocked, horrified, and nimble fingeres came down to undo the handcuffs linking him to the bed. He felt gentle lips on his sore wrists, kissing him better.

"Oh my poor boy," he heard David mutter, "Poor Torin, Poor boy."

Fergie felt all his muscles tense. They'd played this game before, but only before sex, never after it. It always started off with him pretending to be Tor, but after a few minutes or so, David had given in and gone back to it being Fergie so he could screw him as roughly as he liked. Fergie thoguht that was ironic if anything was. Tor was the one who liked it rough.

He felt Davids arms wrap around him, pulling him close. He knew he shouldn't, but he let himself relax into his stepdad. It had been so long since anyone had properly held him, that he needed it, he needed this.

"Poor boy," David muttered into his hair, kissing him softly on the top of his head, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to hurt you, didn't want to hurt you."

"S'ok," Fergie muttered burying his face in David's neck, letting his lips brush lightly against the skin. Hell, he knew it was wrong, but he needed someone to pay attention to him, to love him, even if it was only pretend. He felt David's hand sliding over his torso, fingers lightly brushing across, making him gasp when they hit sensitive areas. The other arm was still wrapped tightly around his back, holding him close, holding him safe. He slipped his arms aroud David's waist and began to lightly stroke his spine.

It was only when David's fingers began to travel down past his stomach, that Fergie reaslised, for the first time in his life, his stepfather had made him hard. He needed this as much as David did. He sighed and rolled over onto his back, pulling David ontop of him. He lifted his head slightly, and captured his stepfather's lips and a gentle kiss.

David moaned softly, and opened his mouth.

Fergie took this as an invitation, and slipped his toungue into David's mouth, lettting it freely explore, letting it brush against the roof of his mouth, gaining more moans from the older man. He felt a hand against his now throbbing erection, and sighed, this was what he needed. He slipped his legs apart, wrapping them around David.

David smiled, duly noting the invitation, and still with a hand around his stepsons member, slipped inside him.

This time, for the first time, it was slow. This time, for the first time, it was gentle. And this time, for the first time, when David found his release inside of Fergie, Fergie spilled himself over both their stomachs, head lolled back in pleasure, guilt, and disgust.

He glanced up at Marcus for the first time, tears in his eyes, "Don't you see," he said, "I'm disgusting."