Chapter 57

Seiji woke up naked in Art's arms, he shivered and snuggled closer to Art, trying to grab at atleast a tiny corner of the duvet.

Art groaned and pulled the duvet tighter around himself, muttering something in his sleep.

Seiji growled under his breath, damn albino, sleeping with the window open and then nicking all the duvet. He leant over his boyfriend, and started to breathe heavily on his shoulder. When this weilded no reaction from the older boy, he leant closer and, without warning, sank his teeth into Art's shoulder until he hit bone.

Art woke with a yell, twisting around as Seiji's teeth pulled out of his shoulder, "The hell?" he muttered, "What was that for?"

Seiji shrugged, (something Art, with his now injured shoulder wouldn't have been able to do) "You have all the duvet."

Art scowled, and untangled the quilt from around himself, throwing half of it over his boyfriend, "Why couldn't you have just snatched it off me?" he asked, annoyed, he could feel the blood leaking out of his shoulder.

Seiji grinned, and leant forward, his toungue gently flickering across the wound, licking up the blood, "I tried," he said with a grin, "But somebody only pulled it tighter." he kissed the bleeding cut on Art's shoulder, "And you do still sleep with the window open," he moaned, "It's bloody february, and I'm frozen."

Art thought about going into a sulk, annoyed at Seiji's moaning, but was so happy that Seiji was speaking at all, he pouted slightly, "Sorry babes," he muttered, pulling Seiji into his arms, "I'll keep you warm," he whispered.

Seiji grinned evilly up at his boyfriend, "Go on then, heat me up." he muttered, running his toungue across his teeth.

Fergie woke up, and rolled over to see Marcus perched on the edge of his bed. He smiled quietly to himself, he must have come back from screwing Andi and climbed into his bed. He placed a gentle kiss on his brow, before climbing over him to get out of bed. When he was standing up, he softly shoved his boyfriend back into his bed, wrapping the cover around him. He tiptoed over to where Tor lay in Mara's bed. Holding out a hand to his twin, he silently pleaded with him to get up, to talk to him.

Tor nodded, and, after kissing Mara, climbed out of bed.

"What's the matter?" he asked Fergie softly, it was four in the morning, and although he had a fair idea what the problem would be, he had to check.

"I'm scared." Fergie whispered, stepping forward into Tor's open arms, "I'm terrified, and I can't work out why."

Slowly, Tor led his twin out into the corridor, so they wouldn't wake the rest of their dormmates with their chatter. "Of course you're scared." he said with a faint smile, "You know who's coming today."

Fergie nodded, fiercely brushing a tear away from his eyes, "Of course, it's just, I got so used to not being scared. In these past few years I've just accepted it, and now I'm being scared again."

"Well," Tor muttered, wrapping his arms tighter around Fergie, bringing their bodies closer together, "I'm glad you're scared. Because actually not being scared is rather weird." he grinned at his twin.

Fergie nodded, not really thinking as he let their lips melt together.

As they were led outside to the driveway to wait for their parents to turn up, all the boys turned to face the same way, their attention caught by a lone figure standing in the driveway.

She stood, totally unaware that anyone was watching her, thick black curls shading her face, but her petite figure very obvious in the short skirt she wore.

"Bloody hell," Ally whispered, "Wouldn't mind that."

Mikey whistled under his breath, "Don't think any of us would mate,"

Alex had, unconciously, reached for Raven's hand.

Marcus growled under his breath, "Touch her and you die," he muttered to all of them, loud enough for them to hear the venom in his voice, "if you even look at her I'll rip your eyes out."

"Oh really?" Phillip from the upper sixth sniggered, "That your girlfriend Walker-Brett?"

"No," Marcus stated simply as he started to walk towards the girl, adding only with a glance over his shoulder, "She's my sister."

"Marcus!" Bianca squealed as she realised who was walking towards her. She broke into a run, heading for Marcus.

Marcus grinned, and grabbed her into a tight hug, lifting her slightly off her feet with the force of it. He placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Miss you B," he muttered.

Bianca looked up at him with a grin, "Missed you too." she said.

Marcus took her by the hand, leading her towards the rest of his year, "There's some people I want you to meet." he said softly, "Is that ok?"

Bianca nodded solemnly, before turning to him with the question she always asked, "Is daddy here?"

Fergie winced as heard that question, wandering what Marcus' reaction would be.

Marcus smiled sadly, shaking his head, "No, not this time love. Daddy isn't here today."

As they walked towards the lower sixth, everyone could see how similar the Walker-Brett twins were, both with dark curls falling about their bright blue eyes, but where Marcus' eyes were filled with fear and suspicion, Bianca's held nothing, her eyes seemingly empty.

Marcus glanced down at her, smiling proudly as he took her over to Fergie. "Bianca," he said softly, "This is my special friend Fergie."

Bianca nodded, studying Fergie's face for a time, before reaching up a gentle hand to his cheek, fingertips brushing across his skin. "You're very pretty," she said with a smile.

For the first time, Fergie noticed how her words slurred slightly together, how her speech wasn't clear. He smiled at her, "Thank you," he said.

Marcus reached up, and playfully batted Bianca's hand away from his boyfriends cheek, "Hands off," he said with a laugh, "Fergie's mine." he slipped a possesive arm around Fergie's waist.

Bianca's brow furrowed in confusion, "But," she whispered, "He's a boy."

Aimee sniggered slightly, only to recieve a killer glare from Marcus.

Nodding slowly Marcus explained, "Boys are allowed to love other boys." he said softly.

Bianca nodded, thinking about what her brother had just said, staring at the ground as she let the information sink in. "But," she said finally looking up to Marcus for confirmation, "Boys sometimes love girls aswell."

Marcus nodded, grinning, he brushed her hair off her face with a gentle hand, "Yep, that's right."

Bianca nodded, before glancing around her. As if she had only just noticed the sheer volume of people surrounding her, she stepped closer to Marcus, wrapping her arms around him. "Scared" she whispered.

Marcus put his hand on top of her head, "It's ok," he muttered, "You're safe with me."

As parents arrived various members of the school ran to hug them, joyful reunions.

Fergie hung back next to Seiji, Marcus at his side. "This sucks," he said with a grin.

Seiji, who was still eyeing Bianca nervously, "Probably more for you than anyone."

"And," Fergie muttered gloomily as he saw who'd just walked up the drive, "It's just got a whole hell of a lot worse." He glanced towards Tor, and held out a hand to his twin. Together, hand in hand, they walked towards his torture.

"Who's that?" Bianca asked confused.

"That's Fergie's Daddy." Marcus said in answer.

"Oh," Bianca nodded, looking sad, "Poor Fergie."

Seiji frowned, "Not quite true," he muttered softly to Marcus, "That's his step-dad."

Marcus shrugged, "Yep, but in Bianca's language, Daddy translates as evil bastard who rapes you." he said with a bitter laugh.

"Ohmygod." Kathy gushed as her eyes scanned across the groups of lowersixth, "Is that Marcus Walker-Brett?"

"That," Tor muttered conspiratorially, "Is Fergie's boyfriend."

"No!" Kathy squealed, "That's not fair. You can't date him, he's officially the hottest boy in the universe."

Fergie blushed, and glanced across at Marcus, grinning proudly, "He is, isn't he?" he said with a laugh.

"Well?" Catherine looked at her son, so that was why he was looking so happy, "Do we get introduced?"

Fergie looked at David for permission.

Shrugging his step-father nodded, "Yes, why not meet this slut of yours."

"He's not a slut," Fergie growled as he walked across to find Marcus. Slipping an arm around his boyfriends waist he muttered in his ear, "They want to meet you."

Marcus nodded, before turning to his sister. "Is it ok if we go and say hello to Fergie's family?"

Bianca thought about it for a second, and then nodded slowly, "Fergie hold my hand," she said, beaming up at him.

Fergie grinned and took her hand in his.

"Thanks," Marcus laughed, letting go of his sister to wrap a protective arm around Fergie. "It's ok. We don't have to go see them if you don't want to," he muttered in Fergie's ear.

Fergie shrugged, "I'd only get hell from David if you don't."

Fergie blushed as he introduced Marcus, "Mum, David, this is Marcus."

Kathy squealed slightly under her breath. "Hate you," she mouthed at Fergie.

Marcus noticing this, smirked slightly to himself, he loved being adored. "What's your name?" he asked her, as if he didn't know, Fergie had already told him about all his family.

"Kathy," she whispered, awed.

Marcus reached out, and took her hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand, "Nice to meet you." he said with his most charming smile. This did not however have the result he'd anticipated. Instead Fergie clouted him round the ear.

"You," Fergie muttered possesivly in his ear, "Are mine. Ok?"

Marcus blushed and grinned at his boyfriend, nodding in submission.

David felt himself grow more and more angry, who was this, making Fergie so happy, making Fergie happier than Tor? "Fergal?" he said softly. "Why don't we leave your friend to have a little chat with you mum?"

Fergie felt his insides sink, even though he'd known this was coming, he'd hoped he'd have until later that afternoon. Softly he let go of Bianca's hand, he smiled apologetically at Marcus.

Frowning, Marcus nodded, he knew what Fergie had to do. But, defiantly he leant over and placed a hurried kiss on Fergie's cheek. "I love you," he whispered for the first time in Fergie's ear.

Fergie blushed, "Love you too," he mouthed, as he followed David away.

As soon as David was out of earshot, Catherine turned to Marcus and Tor, "Is he ok?" she asked deperately.

Marcus glanced at Tor, to see if they agreed, and seeing so, nodded. "I think he's fine."

"You know?" she ventured, "About David?"

Marcus nodded, and subconciously wrapped his arms tighter around his sister.

"Marcus has been through similar," Tor whispered softly in his mother's ear.

She smiled faintly at him, a smile of understanding, of a pain shared, before turning to Tor. "No word from your father?" she asked, it was both a question and a statement.

Tor shook his head as he bent down to pick Frankie up, "Nothing."

Frankie batted softly at his cheek, "Where's Fergie gone," she asked in the inquisitive voice only a child could have.

"Yeah," Bianca said, "Where's Fergie gone,"

For the first time Tor noticed how Bianca acted excatly the same as Frankie despite an age difference of about ten years.

Marcus smiled softly before muttering to Bianca, "His daddy needs to say goodnight to him."

Bianca's eyes filled with tears, staring up at Marcus she hugged him tight, "Poor Fergie," she whispered. "No more pretty face."

Tor frowned, Marcus seemed to speak in a kind of code when he spoke to Bianca, but he was fairly sure the girl now knew that Fergie was being raped.

Marcus glanced across at his boyfriends twin and shrugged, "She might as well know, it's not like it's anything new to her."

Smiling faintly, a smile of understanding, Tor felt himself hate Marcus just a little bit less.

Art sat nervously on his chair as the parents directed questions at both him and Andi. He was painfully aware that both David and Fergie were missing, and he wasn't happy about it.

Seiji glanced across to where Art sat, and saw the fear in his eyes. He stood up calmly and walked over to where his boyfriend sat, before punching him, albeit gently, in the face.

"Now Seiji," Art took his cue, standing up, "What have we said about your anger issues," he took Seiji by the hand, "We're going to go and have a nice calm chat."

The parents watched as Art obviously spectacularly delt with the problem child.

As soon as they were out of sight, Seiji slipped his arms around Art's waist, "You ok baby?" he asked softly.

Art nodded, slipping a hand around the back of Seiji's head and drawing him close to kiss him, he wanted to forget what was going on around him, to forget that he wasn't allowed to do anything about it.

"He'll be ok." Seiji whispered softly, knowing what was on Art's mind, "He'll be fine, don't you worry."

Art shrugged, "I just wish there was something I could do."

As they walked back together, Seiji suitably calmed, they spotted David walking back towards the circle of chairs aswell.

Smiling at Art, he lifted Frankie up and sat down where she had been sat, putting her on his lap and wrapping his arms around her.

Smiling, she put her thumb in her mouth, and oblivious of the crime he'd just committed, snuggled against her father's chest.

David leant over and whispered softly to Tor, "Perhaps you ought to go and find your brother now." He said gently, before lifting a hand to gently stroke Tor's cheek. "We don't want to loose you both."

Tor's eyes widened, if David was worried about him dieing, that meant it had to have been bad. He nodded, before standing up, "Where is he?" he asked softly.

David smirked, "Same place as last time."

Smiling wearily, Tor turned to his stepsister. "Kath, can you look after Bianca?" he asked, "I need Marcus to come with me."

Art had been listening to the conversation, and although he'd only heard the occasional word, he'd seen David's expression, and Tor's reaction. He stood up, and motioned to Seiji to follow him.

"Keep them happy," he mouthed to Andi, as the four of them, Art, Seiji, Tor and Marcus went in search of Fergie.

They found him, unconcious and lieing on the floor, his hands pinned to the ground above him by a knife sticking through both his palms. He lay naked and bleeding.

Tor reached into his pocket to dial the magic number. "Ambulance please."

Fergie was still unconcious, and, despite Art's heroic first aid efforts, bleeding copiusly, when the paramedics arrived. Art managed to lead them, although the long way around the school, the way which the rest of the parents wouldn't see, so Fergie was safely transported to hospital without anyone knowing.

When Fergie came around he was being lifted onto a hospital bed. He batted at the figure who was moving him. "Get off." he muttered, "I can do it myself." he growled angrily, despite the fact his vision still wasn't back. He leant on his bleeding and bandaged hands and shifted himself onto the bed.

"Someone's woken up then." The paramedic said softly, "What happened to you?"

Fergie tried to shrug, "I walked into a door."

From outside the cubical, his statement was heard through the thin curtain. "Well I never," a thick belfast accent said, before Brendan poked his head around the curtain. "Hello Fergie," he grinned, "That door been at you again?"

Fergie grinned back and nodded.

Nodding to the paramedic Brendan walked in, "I'll take him from here if you like. He's a regular from back home."

The paramedic frowned, "I thought you were one of us back home? We don't get regulars."

Brendan grinned, pulling on some rubber gloves, "Guess you're not lucky enough." he said with a laugh, walking over to Fergie. "And what is it this time?" he asked.

"Stab wounds through both hands, I think another broken rib," Fergie listed his injuries, "A few bruises and..." he trailed off looking around, "Where's my brother?" he asked, "And my boyfriend?"

Brendan shrugged, "I don't know. I'd have assumed they'd be with you."

At that, both boys burst into the cubical.

"Fergie?" Marcus muttered, breathless, "Are you ok?"

Fergie started to laugh, "Well, under the circumstances, I think probably not."

"That your boyfriend?" Brendan let his eyes flicker over Marcus, "He's hot."

Fergie grinned and held out his arms to Marcus, "Want a hug," he said softly.

Nodding, Marcus walked over and very gently wrapped his arms around Fergie, kissing his temple, "You'll be ok sweet thing. He'll be gone by the time you get back."

"You want a full check over?" Brendan asked as he organised things on a tray.

Fergie wracked his brains to try and remember if David had used any protection, and found to his horror, he couldn't remember. "Probably would be good." he said with a smile.

"You boys out then." Brendan turned to Tor and Marcus, grinning in a friendly manner.

"Can..." Fergie stuttered, "Can Marcus stay?"

Brendan glanced at Marcus, "Is that ok with you?"

Nodding, Marcus gently took one of Fergie's battered hands in his, "I'll look after you."

"Tor," Fergie looked up at his brother, "Can you call mam and tell her I'm ok."

Tor nodded as he walked out of the cubical. He understood that Marcus had been through what Fergie was going through, and he hadn't but he couldn't help feeling a little bit lonely.

Because his wounds were so bad, Fergie had been put on wards over night. Marcus hadn't left his side, instead asking for Bianca to be sent to him, so she sat beside the bed with him, however it was late afternoon when Fergie finally got his first visitor, and it made him grin as soon as he saw who it was. "Hello Uncle Sean." he laughed.