RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I blink a few times as he all but throws himself at me for a hug. I wrap my arms around him and thread my fingers into his hair.

"It's OK now. Whatever it was, it can't get you know." I say softly into his hair as I stroke it softly.

Bad dreams? Well, I don't think it could be monsters or anything like that. I remember we watched a horror film the other day and he just laughed at everything as I hide behind the cushions. I don't think he's one to cry over dreams of monsters. This must be something deeper. But judging by the way he's acting I don't think he really wants to talk about it.

"I'll protect you Bri. Nothings going to get you now."

I cuddle up into him, feeling a little more at ease now I have someone holding me. I've never had this before after the dreams. I've always been left alone, hugging a pillow. But at the same time, I'm painfully aware of the fact it's a man giving me this kind of comfort. For the first time in the past few weeks, I'm feeling a little nervy about the fact.

I'd been getting used to the idea of being with someone of the same gender, I'd been getting used to the idea that I might be gay. Hell, I'd just been getting used to the idea of spending my life with Coby. But now, considering the dreams, the memories, the reason my dad hates me so much, it's all just brought back to the surface why I was so uncomfortable with the gay thing in the first place.

"I don't deserve you." I mutter without even thinking.

I don't though, with all my prejudices and all the times I've been thrown into protests against gay people. I don't deserve someone as amazing as him to be here, looking out for me, being so patient with me. I should just have been shunned again, treated like shit, been left to rot here.

"Don't say that Baby." I say in almost a whisper.

I move my hand down from his hair to his back and stroke it gently.

"If anything I don't deserve you. You're way too perfect for me." I say as I slip my hands to his hips.

I rub at the skin there gently, knowing that's one of his spots to relax him that I do love to touch.

"I care about you so much, y'know."

I whimper a little as the words come out. I've never heard anything like that before. It's so simple, it's not even the big 'L' word but it still manages to cut through me as if it was, making me feel so much better.

"I know you do." I whisper into his neck, "I really care about you as well. You've been so good to me."

I drop a light kiss on his neck, "I'm sorry I'm being so clingy and stupid. It's just... it's a long story. I promise I'll tell you when I'm ready, 'kay?"

His hands are calming me down now, making me feel a little better. At the same time, I'm still uncomfortable and a little nervous about being touched so intimately, no matter how innocent it is. I try not to let it show, I don't want to lose his arms around me. I hate feeling this way. Coby's a good man, he's a good person, he doesn't need me running hot and cold on him.

I nod as he speaks to me, placing light kisses in his hair as I do so.

"Whenever you're ready. I'm not going to push you." I say to him softly.

Granted, I really want to know what's going on with him, but I'm not about to pressure him into telling me things that he just might not be ready for. I've had experience with people in the school who have tragic or horrific stories of why they are here. They shouldn't be pushed. It should come naturally.

I move away from him a little bit so I can look down at his face. I smile reassuringly at him and stroke his tear-stained cheek with my free hand.

"Do you want to try and get some sleep now? It'll all look better in the morning then."

I smile weakly at him, "Can I... stay up here with you tonight? I don't really wanna be alone."

It's like I've completely reverted to childhood. Next thing I know I'll be hunting for my stuffed tiger and crying when I can't find him. I feel like a complete loser when I start sniffling again remembering that toys fate.

"I'm sorry I'm being so clingy and whiny. I'm like a chick sometimes." I say, laughing a little, "Except prettier."

I cuddle up closer to him, "I dunno if I'll get back to sleep though to be honest. I'm normally up all night after one of my dreams."

I knew I wasn't going to be getting to sleep tonight. I smile down on him and nod.

"OK. I don't think I'll be getting to sleep either. Too much drama going on with everyone else is kinda getting to me. Being the head of the block you really feel the pressure of an oncoming war." I say to him briefly just so I'm not completely burdening him with my problems.

"You just want to lay here and cuddle me then? I was getting kinda cold without you here anyway." I say, adding some light onto the situation.

I feel a little guilty now. He's stressed out as it is and now he's got a crying kid to deal with. It's not really fair. I try to push my nightmare and my memories to the back of my mind and just focus on Coby in front of me, around me and on me.

I smile a little, "Sorry about that, in future I shall allow you some of my amazing body heat."

He looks stunning even in the little light that's surrounding us. I'm dreading the holidays now. In two weeks, I have to go home, I have to end things with Scarlett but I'm not looking forward to leaving him, even if it is only for two weeks. I wish I could just stay here, I'm happy here. But if I told my dad I wanted to stay here when I was so adamant about not being here in the first place, he'd get suspicious and I'd be torn away from here and from him. I can't let that happen.

"You have no idea how much I'm going to miss you over Christmas."

I smile and look down at him again.

"Then stay here with me. I'm not going home, loads of us don't because of our families. And Brody takes us out for Christmas parties to get totally wasted. It's a load of fun here."

I know we have had this conversation before, but I really do want him to just stay with me for the holidays. I want to be able to go out with him to the closet mall with all the guys and spend some of my money [which I have had kept away for a number of years and can finally get out now] on him.

"Come on. I'll buy you something uber special for Christmas. And you won't even have to wait until January to open it then."

I smile sadly, "I wish I could, baby, really. But I need to go home, just to make sure my dad keeps me here. It's like reverse psychology."

Christmas is going to be hell. I have to split up with Scarlett and try to keep her from telling my dad. Then I've got to deal with being away from Coby for two weeks.

"I don't need you to buy me a present either. Just having you is the best gift I could get." I say, cringing at my goofiness, "Seriously though, I don't need you to get me anything."

Partly because there's no way I'm going to be able to get anything for him without my dad seeing it. Everything in my case is packed by my dad and locked. He wouldn't give me the key until I got out of the car. There's no way I could get something nice without there being a ton of uncomfortable questins about who it was for.

I press my finger to his lips to silence him.

"I get my money from my Grandma in the next few days. I need to spend some of it on someone special. So, even if you say no, I am still going to get you something."

I take my finger away from his lips and replace it with my own lips, kissing him softly.

"Besides, if I'm not going to see you over the Christmas at least I can look forward to seeing your face when you open your present when you get back."

[[Shall we do something else sooooooon?]]

I smile and sigh overdramatically, "Fine, if I must!"

There's no use in arguing. Besides it looks like the idea would make him happy. I'll just have to make sure I do something extra special for him when I get back. Or before I leave.

"You're too good to me, seriously."

[[Sounds good to me. Perhaps some emo Mattacky? I dunno.]]

[[Might be an idea. Although I think angry Zacky might come through, I'm feeling really violent.]]

[[We could do some Vengdeth, Zacky can be pissed off at Mick.]]

[[Sounds like a plan to me. You want to start?]]

3.37AM. He's right on time. I watch as Matt disappears down the corridor, head down, hands deep in his pockets. I can only assume he's going back down to the pool where he's been moping like a bitch ever since Alex said no to him. I don't get what the big deal is. Find someone else, there's plenty of ass in this school. Hell, if he'd been that desperate, he could have come to me. I've had my fair share of fantasies about that monster he calls a cock.

I sneak down the hallway, all in tight black clothing. I had planned to wear a balaclava but the idea of denying everyone my beautiful face nearly drove me to a fit. That and it would have totally messed up my hair. The only thing doing that is sex, thank you very much.

I push open the door to Zacky's room and creep inside. I smirk to myself as I see the man himself laid out across his bed, probably nude under that big thick duvet. He's just begging to be fucked.

I strip down as quickly as possible before climbing into bed with him.

"Morning sunshine..."

I slowly am rudely awoken from my dreams of lots of slaves feeding me grapes and rubbing my body with oils by the feel of a cold body pressed against my back.

"What the..." I ask groggily as I let my eyes adjust to the light steaming in through the open curtains.

I blink and look around to see a grinning Mick, with his arms around my waist.

"Fucking hell MICK." I whisper yell at him after I realise he is naked, "Matt's asleep over there and you know what he's being through. You could have some fucking taste." I still whisper to him before shuffling away from his body and punching him in the arm to get away from me.

Granted, I don't normally have that much taste, but after what has happened with Matt and the fact that I am the one that has to be dealing with his crying in the night. I have a feeling I am more than a little but pissed off right now.

"Oh relax sugar, he's gone down to the pool to mope some more." I say, moving back to him, attempting to straddle his hips, "I figured you, me and Mini-Mick could have a bit of alone time."

I give up trying to get on top of him and make do with stroking his arm. I'd normally go straight for his hard-on but I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to do a bit of buttering up before he lets me anywhere near that this morning. I'd do it literally if only I could find some butter.

Hm, that'd be interesting...

"Come on, Zacky, this thing with Matty's got you so wound up. You need a release and you know I can give you that."

"I don't need a fucking release." I hiss into Mick's face angrily.

"What I need is for that fucking bastard Alex to die a slow and painful death just so he can only imagine a little bit of how Matt is feeling right now." I yell at Mick before trying to push him away from me.

"Look. Can't you just stop trying to fuck me for 5 seconds and listen to me."

This sounds so unlike me. But this whole thing with Matt is getting to everyone differently. Even Mick isn't normally this horny.

I sit back, sitting up on the bed. I cross my arms across my chest, but not before checking my nails, I think I may have chipped the polish. After I'm satisfied they're still as perfect as the rest of me, I lean back against the wall.

"Oh, I'm listening, Zacky. You have no idea how much I'm struggling not to laugh right now." I say, half smirking, "You're all pissed off at Alex for breaking poor little Matty's heart. Yet you do the same thing to any number of guys and treat it like a game."

I stretch out my legs, yawning as I do so, "Please do go on, I need a good laugh seeing as I'm not going to get a good orgasm."

I stare daggers at him as I sit up and look at him. He's sitting there looking so smug and it just makes me want to punch that smug, bitchy look right off his face. I narrow my eyes and lunge myself at him, punching him in the jaw and pinning him to my bed.

"Listen you little bitch. You don't know a thing about this situation and you don't know anything about me. What Alex did was much worse than what I do to guys. He knew how Matt felt, and he knew how long Matt had felt it." I push him further into the mattress.

I am so angry right now as I lean over his face, his eyes are wide as I look down on him angrily. I know I'm about to let some things I shouldn't let slip, reveal my game plan to him but I am not about to be insulted by this little shit.

"I only fuck and leave those who I know don't love me back. I just need to be the first one out. And you know why Mick? Because I will fucking stay otherwise so don't you ever say that you know me Mick, because you don't know anything."

"You don't fucking know anything."

"Oh, is Zacky too afraid of getting attached? Of falling in love?" I sneer.

I know I shouldn't be testing him like this. He's capable of killing me. In fact I wouldn't put the idea past him. I can't help myself though. He's so hot when he's all pissed off and angry at me.

"And if that's your logic, baby, why do you still fuck around with me?" I ask, smirking at him, "I mean, you know how much I love you. I tell you everytime I come, everytime I'm being pounded by you. Surely I should have been out of the window by now?"

His eyes are blazing with anger now. I squirm a little underneath him, "Or am I special?"

I smirk down at him and lift my head a little.

"Naww. You aren't special. It's because I could never, ever fall in love with a sick little freak like you."

I lift myself from his body and roll him onto the floor. I smile as he lands on his stomach with a soft cry.

"Now get on your hands and knees. You came here for a reason. So do what I say."

I smirk, again, as I climb off the bed and walk across the hard wood floor to Mick's naked body on the floor. This hardwood flooring is really going to fuck him his knees. Perfect.

Any other man would have been out by now, refusing to let his lover talk like that. Not me though. I like being treated like this. It's one of the things I've found a real passion for in this school. I know I'm the hottest piece of ass this place has ever seen. I know I'm the hottest piece of Zacky's ever had his dick buried in. But all that worship can sometimes leave a boy wanting something else. In my case, degradation, humiliation. I love it.

"Yes, sir."

I position myself on the floor, on my hands and knees like he's instructed, presenting myself to him. I'm pretty sure this is going to hurt like hell, all the more enjoyment for me. I'm a kinky little bitch.

"Come on, baby, show me how sick I am."

"Hold on, just going to get a condom. Don't want to get any of your nasty diseases. God knows what you're carrying." I smirk as I say this to him.

It always makes me feel so much better whenever I can insult him and he'll just end up coming back for more. It's sad, but at the same time I get something to stick my dick into so I'm not really complaining.

I grab a condom from the desk and rip open the packaging. I roll it onto my dick expertly before making my way over to Mick on the floor with his ass in the air. There's something about seeing him in this position that always makes a bolt of power just surge right through me.

"So, who have you being fucking recently? Am I going to need decontamination gloves as well?"

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