Chapter 52

Ally woke up, half opening his eyelids as he glanced around to see where he was. He looked up into Mikey's sleeping face and his mind was filled with thousands of ideas of what he could do to his boyfriend while he was still asleep. He slipped a leg inbetween Mikey's, deciding on the best way to wake him up. He grinned as he felt Mike's erection,that made things easier, and faster already, he sniggered softly to himself, sliding down the bed.

Fergie rolled over, and instantly regretted it, the hard floor of the hotel room not being friendly to his many bruises.

Tor sat up and looked across at his twin, "Come here." he muttered softly, still half asleep.

Fergie stood up and walked over to the double bed, lying down right on the edge. He flinched as Tor moved towards him. "Please don't," he whispered. "I can't."

Tor nodded, climbing out of bed. "I'm going to go find Mara," he grinned.

Fergie nodded, rolling into the space his brother had just left, wrapping the covers around him. "I'm gonna rest for a bit more. I hurt."

Tor kissed him softly on the temple, before slipping out of the room to go and find his girlfriend.

Mikey woke with a gasp. "My God Ally," he muttered, "10 out of 10 for the best way to wake a guy up."

Ally laughed softly, and finished what he was doing, before crawling back up the bed to kiss his boyfriend. "Fun?" he asked.

"What in God's name... why did you think... you did that...why?" Mikey breathed into Ally's neck, not quite capable of coherant thought.

Ally grinned, "You look hot when you're asleep."

"Thanks." Mikey smiled, "Since when did that allow you to..."

"Didn't you like it?" Ally asked incredulously.

Mike sniggered, "Of course I did, nutter," he kissed Ally, "Just wasn't expecting it."

"What were you dreaming about?" Ally asked with a snigger.

"You."

The first thing Seiji did when he woke up, was checked his pulse, just to see if he was still alive.

Art grinned at him, "Tired?" he asked.

"Nope."

"Bloody should be, after last night."

Seiji sniggered, looking around for his clothes, "Nope, I'm fine." he laughed, "You, however, look shattered."

"I am." Art muttered, "And I have a whole day of being responsible today."

"Poor baby." Seiji muttered teasing him.

"Don't you 'baby' me." Art scowled.

"So," Andi smiled as they all sat at breakfast, "What does everyone want to do today? We have Marcus' concert in the evening, but we're all free up until then."

Nothing but silence came from the lower sixth, people shrugged, and continued to eat their breakfast.

"We could go and find something to do out in london? Or we could stay here in the hotel."

"Stay here." J muttered.

"For a whole day? You don't want anything to do?"

Everyone shook their heads, "I'm sure we can keep ourselves amused," Ash smiled friendlily at her.

"Ok, that's fine by me."

It was dark by the time they were lining up outside the concert hall, waiting patiently for Marcus to come and find them.

Fergie felt someone tap him on the shoulder, and spun around to see a guy in a hooded top, with the hood pulled over his face. He looked closer, and saw that it was Marcus. "Ma..." he started.

Marcus silenced him with a hand over his mouth, "Don't say my name." he grinned, "Come with me, and get the others to come to."

Confused, Fergie followed him, beckoning the other guys, who were very scared by his strange behaviour, to come with them.

As soon as they were inside the backstage door, Marcus pulled off the hoodie, grinning at them. "Sorry about that," he laughed, "I would have gotten mugged if that lot out there had seen me." He pointed to a man with a headset on, "Joe will show you where to go," he called across the the man, "Joe, can you sort this lot out."

"Yes," Joe looked up, "Oh, Sorry Mr Walker-Brett." He walked over to them, "If you'd like to come with me."

Marcus grabbed Fergie by the hand, "You ok?"

Fergie shrugged, looking away from him, he hadn't had a good day.

"What's the matter?"

Fergie shrugged, "I just..." he blushed, "I can't let anyone touch me. It's weird. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"I could help," Marcus smiled softly, "There are ways of getting over it."

Fergie laughed, "I somehow think your ways of getting over it aren't quite appropriate."

"So you don't fancy me then?" Marcus challanged.

"Arrogant get," Fergie grinned, running after the others, "No, no I don't."

As the applause for Rach III was dying down, Marcus stood up, picking up the microphone on the top of the piano. "Hello." He said, grinning out at the audience.

Everyone stopped clapping hurriedly, looking confused.

Marcus laughed, "You thought that was going to be the last thing I played, didn't you?" he didn't wait for an answer, "Technically, it is. But I'd rather like to play something else for you. If you don't mind that is." As no-one objected, he walked forwards to the front of the stage and sat down on the edge of it, giving the lighting guys a fit as they tried to light him. "I think the next song needs a little bit of an introduction." he laughed again, "Firstly, there is no way I'm a composer. Not at all." he blushed slightly, "But recently I found something that I could only express through music.

"You know me. What I want, who I want, I get, when I want them. And for the first time ever, I have a crush on someone who refuses point blank to like me back."

Tor glanced at Fergie who was sat beside him, going bright red and sinking lower and lower in his seat.

"So this," Marcus continued, "Is a song dedicated to that person. I'm not going to say who it is, because," he glanced at one of the many cameras filming that evening's performance, "you know who you are." He stood up again, "This song is also thanks to one of my wonderful friends," he glanced down at the front row where the lower sixth were sat, "I only had the idea to write this, because a few months ago, I met the best musician I think I will ever meet, and he writes all his own music." he grinned at Fergie, "So this song is thanks to Fergie, my inspiration."

"In more ways than one," Dee muttered softly, laughing as she did so.

Marcus sat down at the piano again, "Oh yeah," he grinned, "And the lyrics are fairly rubbish, and it is a pop song, because I am a teenager after all." He put the microphone back in it's stand, ajusting it so he could sing into whilst playing the piano.

His hands rippled against the keys of the piano, as he started to play the opening chords. With one final glance at Fergie, he started to sing.

"Cold and lonely nights,
Footsteps outside your bedroom door.
All these things have happened to you
You think no-body wants you no more.
But you're wrong baby! You're wrong!
I'm always here waiting for you
'cause I love you, and you're so perfect to me.
Yeah you're wrong baby! You're wrong!
I'm always here waiting for you
'cause I love you, and you're so perfect to me.
Every touch you feel burns
You can't bear to have anyone near.
I just want to hold you close
I just want to banish your fear.
Cause you're wrong baby! You're wrong!
I'm always here waiting for you
'cause I love you, and you're so perfect to me.
Yeah you're wrong baby! You're wrong!
I'm always here waiting for you
'cause I love you, and you're so perfect to me.

Yeah I love you - you're my tainted angel."

As Marcus stood up to recieve the applause, he glanced across at Fergie's seat. It was empty. He felt his heart sink as he realised he'd ruined everything, and worse than that, he'd upset Fergie. He took his bows, before walking off, downcast to his dressing room. Outside the door, a pretty blonde make-up artist was waiting for him.

"You wanted me?" She giggled seductivly, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Oh fuck off," he snapped as he opened the door, "I'm not in the mood."

"That's a pity," came the soft Irish lilt from inside his dressing room.

Marcus stepped inside the door with a gasp, and then pushed it shut. "Fergie?"

Fergie grinned and shrugged, "I wandered if that offer of going back to your hotel room was still open?"

"Fuck yes," Marcus sighed, stepping towards him.

Fergie held out a hand to him, and pulled him close, their lips melting together as their arms intertiwned around each other.

"I've been an arse," Fergie muttered as they pulled apart, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Marcus reached up a hand to his face, "You're perfect. And you just needed time."

Fergie laughed, "To tell the truth I didn't want to go out with you because I thought you were an arrogant git who never had any thought for other people's feelings."

Marcus laughed back, "I was," he grinned, "'till I met you." He kissed Fergie softly, slipping his hand around the back of his neck, "You're special. You're like me."

"Mmmm," Fergie muttered into his lips, "We're perfect together."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yeah," Fergie grinned, "Yeah I do."

Marcus laughed softly, and stepped kissed Fergie again, this time slipping his toungue between the other boy's lips.

Fergie let out a barely audible moan, feeling his knees give way, supported only by the strength of Marcus' arms. "My God," he whispered as they pulled apart, "That tounge stud is wicked."

Marcus grinned at him, reaching up to brush a lock of hair out of his eyes, "That was the general idea."

"Don't go," Fergie whispered as Marcus stepped away.

"Honey, I need to get changed. Then we can do," Marcus sniggered slightly, "More interesting things."

"Get changed now." Fergie felt his pulse quicken, "Please."

Marcus laughed and started looking around for his clothes. "You know," he grinned as he pulled his dress shirt over his head, "In the origional version of that it was, "You're wrong Fergie," not baby." He grinned over his shoulder at Fergie, "But I thought that was a little obvious.

"I kind of guessed you didn't want millions of people knowing you had a crush on a bloke." Fergie wandered over and slipped his arms around Marcus's waist. "Mmmm," he mumered softly, "You're really nice to hold."

"Thanks." Marcus slipped his trousers over his hips, "But you have to let go of me so I can put some clothes on."

"No clothes." Fergie grinned dirtily, "No clothes at all."

Marcus laughed and pulled away from him, pulling on a pair of figure hugging jeans and a loose shirt. "Aren't the others going to be worried about you?"

"Tor knows where I am." Fergie explained, "You're forgetting that we're freaky telepaths,"

"Of course," Marcus grinned, taking him by the hand, "Come on then, would you like to see my hotel room."

Fergie grinned and followed him out the door.

As they got to the inside of the backstage door Marcus dropped Fergie's hand, "Sorry," he muttered, glancing at him apologetically, "I'm just not sure I could cope with people knowing yet."

"Ok," Fergie grinned, "It's probably better that way, otherwise I'd get dragged down as you're mobbed by your adoring fans."

"Don't joke," Marcus warned as he opened the door to delighted screams. He quickly signed as few autographs as he could get away with whilst still appearing generous, and made his way, Fergie following right behind, to his limo, climbing inside, he pulled Fergie onto the seat beside him.

For a few moments, as the car pulled off, Fergie sat there, sitting on his hands, not looking at Marcus, but staring straight ahead.

"You look nervous," Marcus muttered eventually.

"I am."

"Any particular reason?" Marcus asked softly, not wanting to scare him.

"It's just," Fergie blushed, "I haven't had proper sex since september, that is, not counting Tor or David."

"S'ok," Marcus grinned putting an arm around him, "I haven't had sex with a guy in about six months."

"Also," Fergie blushed an even darker red, "Because of what David did, well, you're going to have to be gentle with me."

"Actually," Marcus leaned closer and whispered softly in his ear, "I was rather hoping you'd be gentle with me."

Fergie's eyebrows shot up as he realised what Marcus was saying, "Are you sure?" he asked, astonished.

"Yep."

"But you haven't let anyone since..."

"Since dad...no." Marcus sighed, "But I figured we've both been through the same thing, and as you're still going through it, maybe this is the time for me to get over it. If you don't mind."

Fergie shook his head, "Hell no." He whispered breathlessly, now very excited, "I'll be gentle with you, I promise."

They sat in silence for the rest of the journey, occasionally glancing nervously at each other. They didn't look at each other as the walked into the hotel, Fergie following Marcus up to his room. They said nothing as Marcus put the key in the door. The hardly breathed as they walked into the room, Fergie pushing the door shut behind them.

"So," Marcus whispered, "This is it?"

"Nervous?"

"Yeah," Marcus nodded, "Can I...." he started to ask, but trailed off.

"Can you what?"

"Have a hug?"

It was barely audible, but Fergie stepped towards Marcus, wrapping his arms around him, pulling him close, "It's ok, we can take this as slow as you want."

Marcus smirked slightly, sliding a hand underneath Fergie's shirt, "Or as fast as I want?" he grinned.

"That too," Fergie laughed, unwinding his arms from around Marcus, and instead starting to unbutton the other boy's shirt.

Marcus took this as permission, and let his fingers nimbly slip the buttons from their holes on Fergie's shirt, soon slipping it over his shoulders.

They stood there, now both topless, staring at each other, both wandering exactly how the other got his scars. Fergie let his hands travel to Marcus' shoulders, fingertips gently tracing the hundreds of semicircles printed there. "Fingernails?" he asked.

"Apparently I didn't stay still enough." Marcus grinned, he slid his arms around Fergie's waist, "Bedtime now."

"Is it?" Fergie asked, pushing him down onto the double bed.

"Mmmm, bed time, but not sleeping time," Marcus grinned evilly, letting his hands slide down to the edge of Fergie's trousers. "Can I?" he asked,

"Of course," Fergie whispered, shivering slightly as he did so.

Marcus slid his hands beneath the waistband of Fergie's trousers, eyebrows arching in suprise as he found no layer of fabric underneath. "Were you expecting to get laid tonight?" he asked.

"No," Fergie grinned, letting his fingers brush against one of Marcus' nipples, "I never wear underwear, I don't like it."

"Kinky," Marcus laughed, sliding the trousers over Fergie's hips.

Fergie grinned, "Says the boy who's got his hands down my trousers." He laughed, "I still can't beleive you wrote that song."

"Mmm," Marcus muttered, no longer concentrating on what Fergie was saying, "You really are hot, you know that don't you?"

Fergie leant forward and let their lips melt together once more, "Shut up," he whispered, "And concentrate on more important things,"

Marcus laughed softly, a gentle glint in his eyes. He slid his hands down Fergie's back, running his thumb down the other boys spine.

Fergie's eyes widened, lips slightly parting, "I want you." he whispered.

Marcus grinned evilly, "Good, I want you too." He wrapped a leg around Fergie's waist, grinding their erections together, "Want you now."

"Fuck," Fergie breathed softly into his neck. He shifted so their lips were brushing together as he spoke, "You're delicious,"

"Shut up and fuck me..." Marcus laughed, still happy, but beginning to be impatient.

Fergie grinned, "Something's missing - unless of course you can do without."

Marcus sighed, "Hell no," he grinned, "It's in the bedside table, top drawer."

Laughing, Fergie reached over to the bedside table, rumaging around before he found the little packet, "And your sure about this?"

Marcus froze for a moment, thinking, deciding, then "Yeah," he breathed softly.

Fergie nodded, and slid a now cool, and wet, finger inside him.

Marcus tensed immediatly, images flashing through his mind, he instictinvly turned his face away from whoever was touching him.

Fergie reached up with his other hand, and gently turned Marcus' face towards him, "Open your eyes baby, look at me, it's me, it's ok."

Marcus looked into bright green eyes, and smiled, he nodded, "More," he whispered softly.

"We'll do this at my pace thank you," Fergie laughed, but silently obeying the other boy.

Marcus locked his gaze with Fergie's, and held it their, concentrating on the boy who was touching him rather than the fact he was being touched, he stayed like that as Fergie added a second and a third finger, gently stretching him, preparing him.

"You ready?" Fergie asked softly, barely more than a whisper.

Marcus nodded silently, "Kiss me," he whispered, tears filling his azure eyes.

"Poor baby," Fergie whispered, kissing him softly on the lips. "I know how hard it is for you,"

Marcus grinned saucily, and grabbed Fergie's hand, guiding it to his erection, "Yep, it's hard." he laughed.

Fergie laughed too, using the lighter moment as a distraction as he slid inside Marcus.

"Fuck," Marcus swore, instantly freezing, and clenching all his muscles.

"Shh," Fergie whispered, "you have to relax for me honey, I can't do this unless you relax."

Marcus swallowed, and nodded, forcing himself to relax, reaching up and holding Fergie's shoulders.

Fergie kissed him, and gently slid further inside him, angling himself better to hit the desired sweet spot, as he did tightening the hand that was around Marcus' erection.

"Oh God," Marcus muttered, letting his head loll back, "You are awesome."

"Shhhh," Fergie soothed him softly, kissing him again as he started to pick up the pace.

Marcus tightened the grip he had on Fergie with the leg around his waist, pulling him closer, "Faster," he whispered.

Fergie smiled softly, "So you're ok with this," he breathed,

Marcus nodded, squeaking slightly as he did, "Faster." he repeated.

Tempted just to tease the boy, Fergie slowed down at first, but then, seeing the desperation in Marcus' eyes, picked the pace up again, smiling as he did so.

Gazing up into Fergie's eyes, Marcus relaxed, slipping into the rhythm, his thoughts only on the beautiful boy infront of him, and for the first time in years not on the pain of the past, it was Fergie that filled his mind as he came, spilling himself over both of them, bringing Fergie over the edge with him.

Afterwards, Fergie cradled Marcus in his arms, whispering soft nonsense to him, mostly in gaelic.

"You are aware I can't understand a word you're saying," Marcus said eventually, turning to him, eyes smiling.

"Does it matter?" Fergie grinned, "It's not really that interesting anyway, I'm just telling you how utterly gorgeous you are."

Marcus smiled, kissing Fergie softly, "Hey Fergie...will you go out with me?"

Fergie grinned, "Sure, sure I will."

Marcus smiled and snuggled closer to him, burying his face in Fergie's skin, "Did I ever say I love your accent, I think it's hot."

Fergie looked down at him, amusement in his eyes, "Thanks, I think," he muttered, "I tend to think most of you is fairly hot,"

Marcus smiled and kissed him softly.

They muttered random compliments at each other until the early hours of the next morning, when they fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

Fergie was woken by Marcus tossing and turning beside him, as always when he slept, having a nightmare.

"No daddy!" Marcus whispered, "I didn't mean to....I'm sorry....please don't."

Fergie wrapped his arms around him, whispering softly in his ear, "It's ok Marcus, it's alright baby, you're safe with me." But, unable to bear the torment of seeing his boyfriend so upset, he shook him gently awake, "Marcus honey, wake up now."

Marcus woke with a start, sitting up, covered in a thin film of cold sweat, and flailing around wildly for a few seconds until his eyes fell on Fergie, "Oh," he whispered softly, sinking back into the deep pillow.

Fergie smiled warmly, and leant over, kissing Marcus softly on the forhead. "You ok honey?" he asked.

Marcus grinned at him, and slipped his hand around the back of the redhead's neck, pulling him closer and kissing him. "You're wonderful Fergie, you know that?" he laughed softly.

Fergie grinned, "And now I know that you can't be sayng that just to get me into bed."

Marcus laughed, "I'd say all sorts of outrageous things to get you into bed," he admitted, "But it appears I no longer need to."

"As I seem to remember," Fergie grinned back at him, "you sang all sorts of outrageous things to get me into bed."

At this, Marcus blushed slightly, averting his eyes from Fergie's, "Actually," he said with a slight grin, "That was just to get you to like me, I never imagined we'd end up in bed together tonight."

Fergie laughed, rolling onto his back, "I already liked you, silly," he grinned, sliding an arm underneath Marcus' back, "I just wasn't sure if I wanted to like you."

Marcus rolled over to face him, blush gone, raising an eyebrow, "And do you?"

Fergie grinned and kissed him, "Yep. I like you, and I like liking you."

They both laughed for a second, unable to look away from each other's faces,

"It's odd," Fergie whispered, "I've never felt this close to anyone other than Tor before."

Marcus grinned, "Thanks."

"And by the way, he's really pissed off that I just said that."

Marcus laughed softly, and smiled up at Fergie, "I'm sleepy." he muttered.

"So go to sleep," Fergie wrapped his arms tighter around Marcus, "I'll be here holding you, and I'll keep you safe."

Marcus smiled, "Keep me safe," he mumbled before falling asleep, for the first time in years, a dreamless sleep.