Chapter 60

Fergie and Marcus lay outside in the soft spring sunshine, passing a cigarette between them.
�So,� Marcus said eventually exhaling as he did and blowing smoke high into the sky, �What was it you wanted to talk about.�
Fergie shrugged slightly, �Easter?� he ventured.
Marcus rolled over to face his boyfriend, �What about it?�
This raised another shrug from Fergie, �I don�t really know,� he muttered, �I just don�t want it to be here. You�re going away, and Tor�s going away, and I�m going to be left here all alone, and that�s not fun.�
Marcus rolled over completely, which left him lying right beside Fergie, he reached out a gentle hand, which he slipped underneath his boyfriend�s shirt, gently caressing the skin on his stomach, �I�ll not be gone for long,� he whispered, his lips brushing against Fergie�s cheek.
Fergie nodded, obviously biting back tears, �I know, I guess I�m just being silly.�
�No sweetie,� Marcus reached over and grabbing Fergie by the hip pulled him closer, �Not silly, sentimental.� He paused slightly, before whispering huskily in Fergie�s ear, �And I love it.�
Fergie glanced sideways at his boyfriend, stifling a giggle, before the two of them burst into laughter.
�It�s difficult isn�t it.� Eagle said randomly as he and Matt were walking through the school grounds, �being miserable when it�s so sunny.�
Matt turned to him, and grinned, �Yup,� he said happily, �I love spring.�
Eagle grinned evilly, �It�s the season of looove,� he said, grabbing Matt around the waist and placing a soppy kiss on his cheek.
�Gerroff,� Matt snarled, laughing, and pulled away from Eagle.
�Hey Matty,� Eagle called in his familiar way, �Will you go out with me?�
Matt froze, staring at Eagle, his brows furrowed in confusion. �The hell Eagle?� he questioned �I already am.�
�Oh yeah,� Eagle muttered thoughtfully, before a soppy grin spread across his face, �Come here,� he said softly, drawing Matt into his arms, their lips melting together.
Matt rolled his eyes, letting his body relax into Eagle�s �The season of looove ey?� he mimicked Eagle.
�Mmhmm,� Eagle reached round and cheekily grabbed Matt�s butt, �And we need to do so lovin,� he said with a foolish grin.
As Fergie woke up he tried to roll over, and found he couldn't. Memories of the previous night came flooding back. Unusually for them, he and Marcus had not only gone to bed together, but had actually stayed in bed together all night long, instead of going and finding various other people as they usually did. Wriggling gently around so as not to wake his boyfriend, Fergie stared at Marcus' face. Licking his lips he leant forward and kissed him ever so softly. Marcus smiled, waking up ever so slowly.
"You awake there honey?" Fergie asked, speaking softly so as not to wake the other people in their dorm.
Marcus moaned softly, and nodded, "Yep," he whispered, as he opened his eyes. He screamed.
"Ahh FUCK FUCK FUCK," Marcus' voice rang out loudly across the dorm. "Fuckity fuckity fuvk fuck," his hands had flown up to his eyes and he was pressing the heels of his palms into his eye sockets.
"What's the matter baby?" Fergie asked, concerned.
"Top drawer..." Marcus stammered, "Chest of drawers..."
Concerned Fergie got up and rushing across the room wrenched open the top drawer of Marcus' chest of drawers, "What am I looking for baby?" he said, dropping extra endearments into his language to try and make Marcus feel better.
"Bottle," Marcus muttered.
Fergie rummaged around, and pulled out a bottle, a confused expression on his face he waved it towards Marcus, "this?" he asked uncertainly,
Marcus painfully wrenched open one eyelid and glanced at the bottle in Fergie's hand, before giving a bitter laugh, "Not the vodka, no," he said, "nother bottle,"
Fergie took another rummage around before locating a second bottle, bringing it over to Marcus he asked, "This?" again.
Marcus took the bottle in his hand, and felt the shape, "Thanks," he muttered, flipping the cap off, and gently pouring some onto his finger, which he smudged across both eyelids. Sitting up, he (with his eyes still shut) rummaged around under his bed and produced a small clear container...his contact lenses case. Painfully he took the tiny lenses out and put them in their case, before flopping back on his pillow, and covering his eyes with his arms. "I hate you," he said in Fergie's general direction.
"Oh," Fergie said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "and why's that?"
Marcus grinned at him, still shading his eyes, "Cause you're so damn irresistible, you distract me and make me forget important things like taking out contact lenses."
"I'm sorry baby," Fergie said softly, reaching across and lifting up the arm covering Marcus' eyes, he placed a soft kiss on each of his boyfriend's closed eyelids, "I am sorry."
Marcus grinned at him, and still with shut eyes put a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer for another kiss, "That's ok darling," he whispered as their mouths met.
The receptionist looked up from where she was sat behind the desk. �Can I help?� she asked.
�Yes,� David smiled charmingly at her, �I�m here to collect my stepson, we�re taking him on holiday.�
�What�s his name,� she simpered, fluttering her eyelashes at him, taken in by his smooth voice and charming smile.
�Torin Nolan.� David said with an easy smile, he never minded talking about Tor.
Searching through the database on the computer in front of her an expression of confusion flickered briefly across her face, �Just Torin?� she queried.
David�s charming manner disappeared in a flash and his face turned to thunder, �Just Tor,� he repeated in a hiss trying to keep tabs on his temper.
�Ok,� the receptionist muttered, suddenly afraid of the man in front of her, �Well he�s upstairs in his dorm, you can go and collect him. Third door on the left.� As the man and his wife walked away she stared at them, utterly confused � why would they take one twin on holiday and not the other?
Fergie lay on his bunk his arms wrapped tightly around Tor�s waist, �I�m gonna miss you.� He whispered.
Tor nodded, snuggling into his twin, �Gonna miss you too.� He muttered.
Reaching a hand up to brush a lock of hair from his brother�s face Fergie asked �are you packed yet?�
Tor laughed, �This is me � what do you think?�
A knock sounded at the door of the dorm, and Fergie felt his heart sink. He glanced around the room to make sure everyone there was decent before calling out, �Come in.�
Both boys stood up to kiss and hug their mother, Tor shook hands with David.
�Are you packed yet?� Catherine asked the question her youngest son had just a few moments earlier.
�Uh, not exactly,� Tor walked over and pulled his empty suitcase off the top bunk. He looked hopefully at Fergie, �You know you pack better than I do.� He said.
�Actually,� David interrupted before Fergie could start to pack his twin�s suitcase, �Perhaps your mother can help you. I want to have a little chat with Fergie.�
Tor felt physically sick, fighting back blue as his twin stood up and calmly followed their stepfather out of the room.
�Well?� Fergie asked as he shut the door behind them, hoping hopelessly that David might actually want to talk to him.
David shrugged, a leering smirk spreading across his features, �Well put it this way,� he said bluntly, �it�s either you now, or one of the others when we�re in Spain.�
�One second,� Fergie didn�t protest, instead he opened the door to the dorm, �Tor,� he said softly, �You got the key for upstairs?�
Tor frowned, but reluctantly dug the key out of his pocket, �Why?� he mouthed at his brother.
Fergie grinned, �Might as well have the luxury of a bed,� he whispered in his ear, before slipping back out the door. �Upstairs,� he nodded up with his head.
David followed him up the stairs, and into the empty room, locking the door behind them.
Tor was finishing fastening his suitcase shut as his stepfather walked into the dormitory.
David�s face held no expression and he looked straight into Tor�s eyes as he gave the key back to his stepson, �This is yours?� he said.
Tor scowled at him, before turning and pointedly putting the key where everyone in the dorm could see it, �Not like I�m gonna need it in Spain,� he said with a false laugh, �Can we go?�
Before he left the dorm, after he had sweetly kissed Mara goodbye, Tor whispered softly in Marcus� ear, �Say goodbye to him from me, and tell him I love him.�
Marcus nodded, keeping his face blank, not wanting to give David the satisfaction of knowing that they cared about Fergie, knowing that what he did to him hurt them as well.
As soon as David was safely out of the building Art ran to grab the key off of Tor�s dresser, but Marcus was already there. Grabbing the key he sprinted up the stairs and unlocked the door at the end of the hall. He half expected to find Fergie pinned to the bed with a knife, or lying unconscious, half naked and bleeding on the floor. Instead Fergie was fully clothed, standing by the window, watching his twin drive away down the drive.
Marcus padded softly over to him, and slipped his arms around his waist, resting his chin on Fergie�s shoulder, �You ok baby boy?� he asked softly.
Fergie shrugged, �Not really now, but I�m not badly hurt, which is the key issue.� He turned around to where Art was hovering in the doorway, �I�ll be fine,� he said with a grin, �Thanks for caring.�
Marcus let go of his boyfriend, it was obvious he wanted to be alone for a moment. Instead he walked over to the double bed, and straightened out the covers, pulling the duvet taught and shaking the creases out of the pillows, he wanted no evidence in the room of what that bastard had just done to his Fergie.
Eventually Fergie turned back to him, a gentle smile creasing his lips, �Thank you,� he muttered, tears brimming in his eyes.
�Come here,� Marcus whispered, and standing up he reached out and pulled Fergie into a hug, letting his boyfriend cry against his designer shirt, and not really caring.
�It�s just,� Fergie stammered slightly as he looked up at Marcus, �Why the hell do I enjoy it so much?�
Half a week later, Fergie still wasn�t back on track, Art wanted to kill David for the way he could knock that boy down.
Fergie lay there on his brother�s bunk bed, staring forlornly at the ceiling. He was running through people in his mind. In an ideal world, he�d like Marcus to be there, because Marcus understood what he was going through. Marcus was away at Seth�s house. He couldn�t have Marcus but Tor could be there, Tor was good at holding him, and he felt safe with Tor, and he felt complete with Tor. Tor was in Spain with that bastard. If Tor wasn�t there, it was ok, because since he was at school, Seiji was there, and although Seiji might not be the most sympathetic person in the world, he would joke with him, and fool around and that would make him laugh. But that Shinza man had sent Seiji away to do a �task,� Fergie had a fair idea what that meant but he didn�t ask questions. The main thing it meant to him was that now, when he most needed the people he loved around him, he was alone.
Art popped his head around the door of the dorm to make sure the few students who were staying over the Easter holidays were in bed, �Can I turn the lights out?� he asked softly.
A few mumbles came in reply, Fergie�s black mood was affecting everybody, they all felt for him, and most of them had family problems of their own to deal with, and this just reminded them.
Art looked across at where Fergie lay, motionless, expressionless, and made a very difficult decision. Sir had always been good at turning a blind eye to his relationship with Seiji, but he doubted that this would go down well, nevertheless he had to do it, for Fergie. He walked calmly across the room, and reaching up his strong arms, lifted Fergie up, and carried him like a child across the room, �Come on,� he said softly, �You�re coming with me.� [A/N I had to add �he said softly� there because otherwise that sounds really intimidating]
As he left the dorm, Art head butted the light switch to turn the lights out as his arms were full. He carried Fergie, who still hadn�t said a word, up the stairs, and pushed open the door to his own room. Softly he laid the teenager on his own bed, sitting down beside him. �Do you want to talk?� he asked
Fergie looked at him, and Art could see the pain in his eyes, Fergie shook his head.
Art took a deep breath, if any other teacher came in right now he was going to be in serious trouble, �Want a hug?� he offered.
Fergie thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. As Art lay down beside him, he felt himself relax into the older man�s hold, and as he felt himself relax he felt the tears start to flow down his face.
�Hey hey hey,� Art muttered soothingly, �It�s ok, I�m here now, I won�t let him hurt you, I won�t let anyone hurt you.�
Fergie opened his eyes, tears making them glisten like emeralds he gazed at Art, �It�s not that,� he whispered, �I�m not scared. I�m disgusted,�
Art shrugged slightly, surprised but not wanting Fergie to see that, �Well,� he conceded, �He is a sick bastard.�
�Not him,� Fergie muttered, �Well,� he frowned, �He is a sick bastard, but he�s not the only one. I�m a sick bastard too.�
Art frowned, softly brushing a tear from Fergie�s cheek with the pad of his thumb, �And what makes you think that.�
Fergie shrugged, �How long have you got? He rapes me, and I enjoy it. He rapes me and I miss him. He rapes me and I want him to do it again.�
Art had to admit to himself he was slightly taken aback, that was far from the answer he was expecting from Fergie. He was silent for a few moments, composing his answer in his mind, trying to think how to make himself clear. �You�re not a sick bastard,� he said eventually, �because you recognise that it�s wrong to feel the way you do.�
Fergie scowled, �I still bloody enjoy it.� He said bluntly, fed up because no-one was appreciating the fact that he was not the victim here anymore.
�You ever heard of the Stockholm syndrome?� Art asked. Judging by Fergie�s blank expression he went on to continue. �It�s when people who�ve been kidnapped or captured live with their captors for so long that they begin to see things from their point of view. Now I�m not an expert on the subject but I�d be willing to bet that you�ve got something fairly similar. How old were you when David first�� Art trailed off, he was nervous of the words he was using.
�Raped me?� Fergie finished for him, not caring about the words that were a daily reality for him, �I was seven.� He finished.
�That�s nearly ten years.� Art muttered in astonishment, �It�s a miracle you�ve lasted this long without going insane. I reckon he�s been doing this to you for so long, you�ve just gotten used to it, and now your used to it, you can�t be disgusted by it anymore and so it�s just sex. And sex in itself does tend to be rather pleasurable.�
Fergie sniggered, �You�re right there,� he muttered.
�Ok?� Art brushed his hand against Fergie�s bare arm, it was meant to be reassuring but as soon as he�d done it they both realised that it had felt like something completely different.
�Thanks,� Fergie whispered and without thinking let his lips brush against Art�s. It could barely have been called a kiss, it barely was a kiss, mouths closed, no tongues, just a gentle brush of their lips. Nevertheless, Fergie felt himself harden slightly. �Shit,� he muttered, rolling away from Art, �I wasn�t thinking, and I�d forgotten how much I fancied you until I did that.�
Art smirked slightly, and leaning over placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, �S�ok,� he muttered, �We all make mistakes,� and he wasn�t exactly complaining, although Seiji would get mad if he ever found out. �Did you want to stay here?� Art offered, �or go back to the dorm.�
�It�s ok,� Fergie said bravely, sitting up, �I�ll go back to the dorm, I don�t think it�s quite appropriate for you to be having a student in your bed.� He paused, and then corrected himself with a laugh, �A student who isn�t Sei,�
�Are you sure?� Art offered again, he was worried about the boy, �I promise you I won�t let anything happen, I�m just worried about you, I don�t want you to be lonely.�
Fergie paused, he�d been about to refuse Art a second time, even though he didn�t want to, when he let his inhibitions go, if he could quite happily get into bed with his stepfather who he hated for sex, why couldn�t he just get into bed with Art who he fancied, when nothing was going to happen. �Do you mind?� he asked softly.
�No,� Art reached out and grabbed him by the waist pulling him back down onto the bed, �you stay here with me and I�ll keep you safe.�
It was late that night that Seiji finished his work and returned back to school. He hadn�t known how long it would take him to do the job, but that hardly mattered anyway. As he walked silently up the drive, he heard the church clock in the distant town strike three o�clock. It was far to late to go in through the main doors, that would make lots of noise and wake everyone up. He had two options, wait out here until a decent hour, or see if he could get in through the window, he reckoned Art�s was open, that man always left the damn window open.
He scaled the wall, it was easy, the wall was old and full of handholds and he was good at climbing. Thinking his way through the inner layout of the building he climbed around the corner, mentally breathing a sigh of relief as he saw that Art�s window was open. He shimmied along to it, and climbed onto the window sill, the curtains blowing in the soft springtime breeze. He pushed the curtain aside, and froze, staring at sight he really did not want to see.