Chapter 53

Marcus woke up happily tangled in Fergie's arms. He gazed lovingly at the still sleeping red head, a smile in his eyes. "Morning gorgeous," he whispered, a gentle kiss brushing against Fergie's lips.

"I didn't..." Fergie stammered as he woke up with a start, and then remembered where he was. He grinned at Marcus, "Morning." he muttered.

"You sleepy?"

Fergie shook his head, "Nah, I've been awake for ages, 'cause Tor was, and then he must have gone back to sleep, cause I did too."

Marcus shook his head slightly, "You two are ever so slightly creepy, you know that?"

Grinning, Fergie nodded, "I have been told so."

Kissing him lightly again, Marcus rolled over to look at the clock on the bedside table. "Fuck!" he swore, sitting up and swinging his legs out of bed.

"What?"

"It's past nine and I was meant to meet you guys downstairs at nine...shit." Marcus muttered, grabbing clothes as he did so.

Fergie stood up, "Bollocks," he laughed, "Tor must have fallen asleep on the coach. Bastard, why didn't he let me know."

The two of them ran around the room, grabbing clothes as they did so, not caring who's clothes they put on, just getting dressed as fast as they could. Marcus shoved stuff in his bag, and then, swinging it on his back, with a quick glance around the room to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything they both dashed out of the room, running down the stairs.

In the lobby, Marcus flung his room key on the desk, secure in the knowledge that one of his people would deal with paying for the room and boring stuff like that. They ran out of the revolving doors to find Art standing infront of the coach looking impatient.

"Where have you two been."

"Having sex," Tor laughed loudly from inside the coach.

Fergie blushed, affirming what his brother had said.

"Thought you didn't like him," Art furrowed his brows at Fergie.

Fergie laughed cheekily, glancing up at his favourite teacher, "Yeah, but you're taken aren't you, so I had to make do with second best."

Marcus squeaked slightly, glaring jokingly at Fergie..."And I thought you really cared about me." he laughed

Pleased just to see Fergie happy again, Art decided to let the off, stepping aside so they could get onto the coach.

They tumbled into a seat near the back, Fergie wrapping his arms around Marcus' waist as he did so. He turned to Tor, "Why the hell didn't you bother to tell me what the time was?" he asked.

Tor shrugged, "Why the hell does he matter more to you than I do..." he muttered, too quietly for anyone to hear, but Fergie knew what he'd said anyway.

"That's not true love," he reached over the back of the seat and took Tor's hand in his, "I love you more than anyone in the world, and I always will, but Marcus is, he's special, ok?"

Tor shrugged and turned away from his twin, busying himself by kissing Mara's neck and showering her in compliments.

"I take it from that," Marcus said softly, "He's allowed to have someone other than you, but you're not allowed to have anyone other than him."

Fergie shrugged, not wanting to hate his twin, but a little pissed off with him for being so inconsiderate, "I don't know, he's like this sometimes. I think it's okay for him to have Mara, because it's still only me screwing him, but if I'm screwing you, he probably thinks I don't need him any more...which isn't true...I mean," he glanced at Marcus, "You don't mind if I still screw him do you?"

Marcus laughed, "As long as you don't mind if I still screw...er...pretty much everyone," he grinned up at Fergie.

Kissing him softly, Fergie shook his head, "No, course not, cause we both know that the sex isn't what's important."

Marcus took Fergie's hand in his, and kissed it softly, "No, this is." he muttered.

Ally leant back against Mikey, grateful that no-one was sat anywhere near them, they could hide together.

"Thanks," Ally whispered softly, "That was an awesome weekend."

Mikey slid his hand up the inside of Ally's shirt, "Was, wasn't it." he grinned. "You," he laughed, "Are such a hopeless romantic."

Ally rolled his eyes slightly, glancing up at his boyfriend. "And you're saying you didn't enjoy it?"

"Well," Mikey muttered grinning, "I guess I'm probably a hopeless romantic."

Ally sniffed slightly, snuggling into Mikey, "How're we gonna cope, when we get back to school, we won't have any time alone together."

Mikey grinned, "That, my dear," he smiled, kissing Ally softly, "Is why we have locks on the bathroom doors."

Seiji leant against the window, and, barely noticing Art's arm wrapped around him, and let his mind drift back to years gone past.

Seiji lay on the bottom bunk, staring up at the bunk on top of him, where he knew Art lay. He'd only been inside a few days, and Art had managed to persuade the prison officer, Martin, to bring Seiji's meals to their cell, so he didn't ever have to leave it. But today was his day off, and so he was going to have to face communal meals for the first time.

As the prison officers led them out to the table, they sat Seiji and Art together, with a tall red-headed man on the other side of Seiji.

"Seiji," Art grinned, "This is Paddy, he's the only one in here who isn't a paedophile, other than me," he grinned, "Paddy, this is Seiji, but most people call him Kid,"

Paddy grinned, "Nice to meet you," He said to Seiji, in a thick Irish accent, "I'm actually called Seamus, but most of the lads call me Paddy."

Seiji nodded to him, but didn't want to speak, he didn't want to speak to anyone today.

"I take it he doesn't speak?" Paddy muttered to Art.

Art shook his head, "Only to me I think, which is quite nice."

Seiji snuggled instictivly closer to Art, watching all the older men leering at him. Most of the High Security Unit was made up of Paedophiles, because they tended to be attacked by other prioners with kids of their own.

Art wrapped an arm around Seiji's shoulders.

"He your toyboy?" Paddy asked with a grin on his face.

Art blushed slightly, "Nothing more than kisses," he muttered, meaning Seiji turned and gave Paddy a very fed up look.

After the meal, Paddy caught Seiji by the arm. "I take it you want it to be more than kisses then?" he asked, laughing slightly.

Seiji nodded feverently, and then backed away from Paddy slightly, remembering where he was.

"Don't worry," the older man whispered, "I might be in here for underaged rape, but I didn't do it."

That was the first time Seiji came out of his cell in prison. After that he started to join the other prisoners more and more, in the afternoons, when they were allowed to play games or study. Art was studying to take his teacher's examinations, and so Seiji spent most of his time playing chess, with the only other inmate who didn't speak, a tall dark man, with an expressionless face.

Paddy had befriended the young boy, despite the fact he didn't speak, but Seiji seemed to make no objection to this, so the older man would watch over him in the afternoon, as he moved the chess peices around the board.

"You're about my sons' age," He said one day.

Seiji looked up, and Paddy was suprised to see tears in his eyes. He nodded at the irishman, before going back to his game.

"What are you in here for kid?"

Seiji glanced around and then said softly, his voice hoarse because he didn't speak very often, "Murder."

The room went silent, it was the first time the boy had spoken outside his cell since he arrived.

The tall dark man sat on the opposite side of the chessboard merely smiled as he took Seiji's king.

"Who did you murder?" he asked, softly, again in a voice hoarse from not speaking.

Seiji shrugged, "My parents." He was glancing nervously around the room now, wishing desperatly that Art was there, Art would look after him.

That seemed to shock most of the inmates, his own parents? The only two who didn't seem to care were those sat nearest to the kid, Paddy merely put an arm around his shoulders, pulling the young boy into a hug. The stranger merely muttered a single word. "Why?"

At that, the room went silent. Wasn't it obvious? The boy was psycotic, he didn't need a reason.

Seiji laughed a hollow laugh, "They were going to kill my sister."

The stranger opposite him stood up, and bowed slightly to him, before walking away.

Paddy merely hugged him tighter, "I'd kill anyone who tried to hurt my brother," he whispered.

Seiji looked up at him, his eyes trusting, grateful, "Thanks," he whispered.

As soon as they pulled up in the school, the kids were piling off the bus, streching their legs after the long journey.

"So!" Alex grinned pulling a rugby ball out of his bag, "Who's up for a game of rugger?"

"Uh," Dee looked utterly confused, "What's rugger?"

The blokes all laughed, and pushed passed her, all except two running onto the empty feild and getting into two rough teams.

Ash took Dee by the hand, "Well, it's a bit like American football, but they don't wear as much body armour."

"Yeah," Nienna sighed, happy that Charlie had actually gone to join in, instead of being a recluse like usual, "It's a real man's game."

The girls (and Ash - although he could be included in being a girl anyway) went and sat on the side of the pitch, watching the boys tumble all over the muddy ground.

"Well," Art muttered to Andi as they stepped off the coach, "That was a fairly sucessful trip."

Andi grinned, "I'll do the paperwork if you like." She offered generously.

Art's eyes widened in astonishment, "Thanks, but you are offering this why?"

"Well," Andi laughed, "I figured Marcus would be fairly busy for the next few days." They both sniggered, looking over the where Fergie had Marcus pinned to the ground, supposedly after tackling him, but smothering him in kisses.

Andi wandered off to pack her stuff away, and Art stood for a moment, watchin his year playing happily.

There was a squeal from outside the boarding house, and Eagle ran onto the pitch, grabbing Matt and pulling him into his arms.

"Oh Matty baby," He whispered in his ear, "I've missed you so much."

Matt grinned, and kissed his boyfriend, "Missed you too," he muttered.

Smiling, Art turned to go into the building, but was stopped by a pair of strong arms around his waist.

"Don't go," Seiji whispered.

"You not playing rugby?" Art asked, an amuse smiled dancing across his face, his voice playfully serious.

Seiji laughed bitterly, "I think I carry two many knives for people to be happy with me pinning them to the ground."

Art turned around in his boyfriends arms to face the younger boy.

Seiji reached up, standing on tiptoe slightly, and kissed him softly on the lips. "You ok?"

Taken aback slightly, Art nodded nervously, "Yes..." he said, suspicion lacing his voice, "Why do you ask?"

Seiji shrugged, "Can we go to bed?"

Art nodded, and silently they walked inside. They climbed the two sets of stairs to Art's room, and when inside Art pushed Seiji to sitting on the bed, then walked across and drew the curtains. Neither of them had bothered to switch on the light, so the room was in darkness. Kneeling behind Seiji, Art wrapped his arms around the younger boy. "What's up kid?" he asked softly.

Seiji shrugged, turning slightly, and burying his face in Art's shoulder, he muttered something.

"What?" Art asked, even quieter this time.

"I miss her..." came the muted reply.

"Kameko?"

Seiji nodded, the movement shifting Art's shirt, so he could feel it was wet against his skin, Seiji was crying.

"Shh, baby," Art whispered, lying down and pulling Seiji with him. He wrapped his arms tightly around the younger boy, and buried his lips in his hair. "It's ok kid," he used the old, familiar nickname, "I'm here, I've got you."

Seiji gazed up at him, his eyes as trusting as they always were with Art, "She must hate me." he said, beginning to sob again,

"But," Art lifted a gentle finger to Seiji's lips, silencing him, "She's still alive to hate you."

Seiji smiled wryly, and felt himself fall deep asleep in his lover's arms.

Raven sat on the side of the rugby pitch, most of the boys had gone inside, but Marcus, Ally, Mikey, the twins, and of course, Alex, were still playing. All the other girls had gone inside, because it was January, and the weather was cold. As the final try was scored, she stood up, wandering onto the pitch. Smiling, she slipped her hand into Alex�s.

Alex turned to her and grinned, before leaning down, and set a gentle kiss on her cheek, whispering softly in her ear, �You are so beautiful.�

Marcus lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind vaugly wandering why Fergie wasn't in bed with him. "Fergie!" he yelled across to the other side of the room, where Fergie was sat on his bed, sketching. "Fergie I want sex."

Fergie looked up, and laughed, "No." he said simply.

"WHAT?" Marcus sat up in astonishment, no-one ever said "no" when he wanted sex.

"I said No," Fergie grinned, enjoying watching the expressions on Marcus' face flicker, from confusion, to dissapointment, to anger, to sadness.

"Please?" he ventured, a quiver in his voice.

Fergie laughed, "Not till after bedtime. At least," he grinned, "Not from me, go find Andi or someone."

Marcus sighed, "Andi's working." he muttered moodily.

"Someone else?" Fergie suggested.

This time it was Marcus turn to shrug, turning slightly pink as he admitted, "Don't want someone else, want you."

Fergie grinned and got up from where he was sat, wandering over to Marcus' bed, and wrapping his arms around the boy. "We are going to learn self control Marcus," he whispered, in a very patronising voice.

Marcus looked up at him, where he knelt on the bed above him, and giggled, "Even when you patronise me, your voice is still sexy." he laughed.

"Later." Fergie kissed him softly, before climbing off the bed.

�I�m gonna go for a shower.� Mikey said, swinging his legs out of bed, �Before Art comes and tells us off for not being asleep.� He glanced across at Ally, giving him a meaningful glance before climbing down from his top bunk, and grabbing his wash stuff from his chest of drawers, before leaving the room, but not without a second glance at Ally, this time more of a longing glance.

Ally sat there for five minutes, trying so hard to look normal, not to look bothered. He swung his legs off the bed, and back on again. Glancing at his watch every few minutes, before finally standing up, and wandering to the door.

�Where you going?� Aimee asked.

Ally shrugged, without turning back, still facing the door, �Have a bath,� he muttered.

No-one said anything more, so he walked out of the room, before swearing, �Shit,� he muttered, wandered back in, grinning at the girls, �Forgot my towel,� he laughed, grabbing it from his bed, before leaving the room again.

He wandered along to where the boys� bathrooms were. One of them was empty, but the other three had the doors shut. Which one would Mikey have chosen. He tried the door handle of one, it was locked. He didn�t think his boyfriend would have locked the door. Trying the second, he found it opened in his hand, and the door swung open.

Mikey grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him inside the tiny room, and slamming the door behind him. He pushed him against the door, crashing their lips together, locking the door with one hand, sliding the other around the back of Ally�s head. �Missed you love,� he whispered.

Ally grinned, �Missed you too.�

Matt lay happily in Eagle�s arms, �I can�t believe we�ve only been apart for a weekend. I missed you.�

Eagle smiled softly, �Felt like ages didn�t it?�

�It�s ok,� Matt let his lips brush against his boyfriends cheek, �I�m back now.� He paused, staring at Eagle, who was gazing at the top bunk. �Was it really awful?� he asked.

Eagle shrugged, �They nicked all my clothes,� he said softly.

Matt�s eyes widened, �What did you do?�

�Wore yours?� Eagle looked at him, eyes sparkling for the first time, �That pissed them off even more.�

Laughing, Matt looked at what Eagle was wearing, and sure enough, the clothes were his. �Have they given them back?� he asked, his voice gently concerned.

Eagle shook his head, �I was gonna ask Art, but I haven�t seen him yet.�

�He�s with Seiji,� Matt supplied, �He�ll come and say night to us though,�

Eagle nodded. �Love you,� he whispered.

Matt grinned back at him, �Love you too.�

In the middle of the night Marcus woke, covered in sweat, and shaking, but in Fergie's arms.

"Shhh," Fergie whispered softly, covering Marcus' face in soft kisses, "It's ok, you just had a bad dream, it's ok."

Marcus nodded, but lay silent for a while, getting his breath back. He gazed up at Fergie, "Do you, do you have nightmares, about what David does to you?"

Fergie nodded, "Not every night, but I do."

They grinned at each other, remembering how similar they were, how well they worked together.

Marcus slid his hands down to Fergie's waist, pulling them closer together, skin against skin. "How..." he whispered, and then blushed, "How are you so gentle?"

Fergie grinned, "Everyone asks that." He placed a soft kiss on Marcus' lips, "I don't want to be like him, like David."

�You aren�t.� Marcus smiled, burying his face in Fergie�s shoulder. �Hold me,� he muttered, �Hold me while I sleep.�

Fergie nodded, �Of course, I�ll always be here.�

�G�night,� Marcus muttered,

�Night,�