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

[[He sees Matt like he sees his little brother Matty. Of course he's going to be violent. wink

Erm... the Chris and Zacky fight? We can start it after I have had some food. You can start as Chris or something before the ATTACK. BRB.]]

[[Awwww. Bless him. I just meant that he'd go get laid first despite being really pissed off. Yup, works for me.]]

I love make-up blowjobs. Even if I'm the one giving them. After I inadvertantly revealed mine and Alex's secret to Matt - who's fucking clueless about it anyway, Alex and I ended up in a big argument when I tried to seduce him again. Of course it all ended happily when I got on my knees and apologized for being so fucking useless.

Now I'm stuck in my room, alone, Alex having gone to brood again down by the pool, no doubt to be later joined by Matt. I wish I had some company, my hand's becoming a real bore recently. Instead of jacking it, I'm making do with surfing the net. Something I don't usually have time to do.

I read through the latest bulletin that Mick's posted. That guy get's more obscure by the day. He's still pissed off about something, if only we could figure out what it was. An angry Mick is a dangerous Mick.

Annoyed that there's nobody interesting on for me to talk to, I switch off the computer and return to Alex's bed...

I smirk to myself, my blue hair now messed up and my clothes are only just hanging off me. Who would have thought that Tony would have loved the blue hair so much that he's actually hump is [granted, I was blowing him.] I have learnt now, that you haven't had good sex unless you've had a fourth year. I now envy Brian so much.

But, despite my sexcapades, I am still very angry about Chris. And, knowing full well that Alex is down at the pool, sleeping with a satisfied grin on his face and come on his jeans, I am more angry and ready to beat some punk ass than I was before.

I grin and open the door, poking my head around it to see Chris standing at the other end with his back to me. I grin wider and slink into the room, closing the door behind me and putting on a face of pure hatred and evil as I stand by the door. I know he's heard me come in, the least I can do is hear what he says to that dirty slut of a fuck buddy when no one else is around to hear it.

"Back for round two, hey, 'Lex?" I say, smirking to myself as the door's opened. I'm treading on thin ice here but I've discovered an anrgy Alex is a more sexual Alex, "The shower not get the stench of desperate Matt off you well enough?"

I turn round expecting to have a towel flung at my head or something along those lines, instead I see a very dishevelled looking Zacky stood at the doorway.

"Zacky... uh, hi, I thought you were someone else."

Oh there is no way this is going to go down well.

"Ooh, I know exactly who you thought I was Barker," I say in a dangerously low voice.

I shake my head as I walk over towards him, so this is how he talks about my best friend. I walk over to him, standing right in front of him, looking him straight in the face. I look right into his eyes, my own angry and wide, his... I'm not so sure yet, but seeing some fear is filling me with confidence to actually kill him.

"Do you know why I'm here? Huh? Chris?" I ask him, practically spitting his name at him as if just the mention of it totally disgusts me.

"Look, what I said about Matt, I didn't mean it. You know I like the guy." I say, jumping in with the semi-apologies before he's even threatened me.

Zacky frightens me. He frightens all of us. He's a little emotionally unhinged when it comes to things like this. He's very protective of Matt and me talking about him like that was probably the most stupid thing I could have done. He might actually kill me.

"I was just joking around, Zacky."

"Oh really?" I say as I advance onto him, walking him backwards towards the desk, making him knock some of his books and magazines onto the floor.

"Well, if you were just joking about Matt, you obviously just joking when your dick just fall into Alex's ass now, did you? HUH?!"

He's speechless for a minute and I can't help but smirk a little, but the strong anger is still written all over my face masking how much I enjoy to see him squirm like this.

"What's wrong Chris? Normally you're such a cocky little shit. You aren't scared of me, are you? Scared of what I might do to you for hurting my best friend? Huh?"

"Wait, wait, I've not actually had any penetrative sex with Alex... unless you count rimming but I fucking don't." I jump in.

I'm getting nervous now. I'm trying to stay calm in the face of Zacky but it's pretty much impossible right now. My eyes are darting all over the room, looking for some kind of way out. I'm going to get seriously hurt otherwise. The only option is the window but as we're on a top level dorm, I don't think that's really a wise idea.

"You know what, Zack?" I start, trying to make myself sound a little more confident, "I don't see why we all need to abide by your fucking rules anyway. Alex is a free, free agent. He doesn't have feelings for Matt, why shouldn't I have a little fun with him?"

Oh yep, I'm gonna die.

I blink a few times and move closer to his face. I grab his chin so he has to look at me, at how angry he is making me.

"We had a deal you bastard. Jacoby called it, we had a vote. These aren't my fuckin' rules. I don't care about the fuckin' rules. What I can about is my best friend and you keeping your word. It was your idea to have all us leave Alex alone, and what do you do, you fuckin' take him yourself!"

My hand is shaking now, I want to just hit him so badly. I am so angry right now. I want to scream at him, throw him against the wall, kick him, punch him, beat his face into the hardwood floor. I move my hand down from his chin to his neck, grabbing him by the throat and pulling him close to me.

"Come. With. Me. You scream and I will fuckin' kill you with my bare fuckin' hands." I growl at him as I pull him by the neck towards the door, ready to make my way outside with him, to show him how really fuckin' dirty he is.

I grin to myself as I drag him out of the room and hear the sounds of the thunder and the lightening outside. It's raining and that means the mud will be perfect for smearing onto that pretty face of his.

I want to snap back, give as good as I got but I'm not one to take Zacky's threats lightly. Instead I make do with screaming in my own head.

'That was three years ago! Things change, I didn't think everyone was going to stick to it for so long!'

He's almost choking me now, so tight is his girp on my neck. I'm perfectly capable of walking after him wherever he wants me to go. He knows I wouldn't bother running away but no, dear old Zacky loves the theatrical. The over the top, the embarassment. If anyone saw us now, he'd be reveling in the fact he's dragging me through the halls.

'Alex is his own person! It's not like I fucking started it, he came onto me first!' I continue screaming in my head.

I pull him down the stairs and all but sprint towards the double doors at the end of the hall. I throw them open, still with Chris in toll.

"Now you can feel what it's like for Matt! To be treated like he can be walked all over. To be treated like he didn't matter because he wasn't as strong as us," I say to him before pulling him out into the bitter winter rain.

I throw him onto the ground, not sure whether there is mud, concrete or a pond there but the splashes tell me it's a pretty nasty mud puddle. I grin down at him and stalk closer to him.

"People like you make me sick. Taking advantage of your friends. I bet you even told Alex that it'd make him better with Matt, didn't you? Just to get your own way. I may be bad Chris, but at least I have fucking standards," I say before kicking him in the stomach, sending him back into the puddle again.

My body in bruning from being thrown into the concrete so ruthelessly. I refuse to scream or cry at this, if I get remotely upset, I lose. I'm not going to lose this battle.

I push myself back up to my knees and look up at Zacky, "Don't you think you're taking this a little too far, Baker? Beating my ass for having sex with someone? I do fucking apologize!"

I kicked back to the ground, "I wasn't doing this to hurt Matt, I wouldn't do that! I'm just sick of the fact we have to obey some bullshit about not sleeping with someone because some pansy-ass bitch doesn't have the guts to make a move!"

I roll out of the way of Zacky's next swing, "And now he has, Alex isn't interested, he's fair game Zack. If I want to fuck him, I fucking well will."

"You should at least have the decency to tell Matt this. Instead of fuckin' Alex behind closed doors. You know it's wrong otherwise you've be out here now, wouldn't you? The two of you making sweet session love under the fuckin' thunder storm!"

"You know as well as I do that we shouldn't love in this place. Matt loves Alex. It's stupid, he shouldn't do it but he is. I'm just trying to protect him from you!" I yell down at him before getting down onto my knees in the mud.

I make a swing for Chris's face and end up hitting him square in the jaw, my knuckles throbbing from the pure force.

I grab my jaw for a brief moment before turning and hitting Zacky back, aiming for the stomach.

"Why is it any of his fucking business? Would it have really made a difference?" I snap, spitting into the dirt by my knees, a lovely blood red, "Besides maybe this is what Matt needs, to know that Alex is a fucking asshole. That he's not as perfect as he thought."

I pummel Zacky again while he's still down, it's dirty but there are no rules right now.

"I'm helping that fucking pussy toughen up!"

I cry out and clinch my stomach, coughing before wiping my hand over my mouth and looking back at him. I all but scream before throwing myself onto him, pinning him to the ground and looking right down at his face.

All my smooth fighting talk has gone out of the window now. I just go with my gut instinct now.

"JUST STOP HURTING MY FUCKIN' BROTHER YOU BASTARD!" I scream before I can even stop the words leaving my mouth.

Shit.

I freeze briefly in the moment, hoping that it just sounded like a shrill scram to him before I just think of the only way I can gt out of this. I smack my head forward, right onto his, out heads colliding with a very loud crunch.

Fuck, I really must not have wanted him to hear me. I blink a few times before my drip loosens on his arms and full flat onto him, my breathing swollen as everything goes black.

His brother? What the fuck is going on...

I stay still on the ground, while my mind and head straighten themselves out. By rights I should be the one passing out, my head hit Zacky's and the concrete. But he's the one who's just lost it.

I push him off me and shake him, trying to bring him round. I may have been about to get killed by him but that doesn't mean I want him to be hurt.

"Zack... Zacky..."

I start slapping his cheek, "Zacky, wake up, Zee."

"It's OK Mattie. They aren't going to get you now. You're safe here with me Sweetie." I say to my crying brother as he hugs himself closer to me. His head is buried into my chest as he just cries. He's always being so sensitive and it just brings tears to my own eyes to hear him cry like this.

"Zacky. I don't want to die." He says in a voice that just breaks my heart. How could people be so cruel to him? He's just thirteen years old for God sake.

"You aren't going to die Mattie. They were just being mean to you. They're bullies Sweetie. Big, dumb, stupid bullies. But I won't let them hurt you."

"But... you're not at m-my school anymore Zacky. You can't protect me anymore." He says, his lip quivering as another wave of tears just cascade down his pale soft cheeks.

I bite my lip and try to stop the tears from falling out of my own eyes as I look down at his heartbroken face. I smile weakly to him before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss onto his chapped lips.

"I will protect you. Always."

Aw shit, shit, shit.

I keep slapping at Zacky's cheek, trying to bring him round. I check his heartbeat, he's still alive, thank fuck.

"Come on Zacky, wake up for me, man." I say, shaking him.

I don't really know what else to do. My best bet would be getting him inside but that's easier said than done. He's bigger than me, I don't know if I could carry him. I don't want to just leave him here either.

"Come on, Zee, wake up!"

"Eww Baker, you're disgusting. You kiss your own brother."

"It's not a crime to love my own brother you dick!"

"Yes it fuckin' is!!! It's incest you freak!"

"Just because it's not normal to you doesn't make it a crime!"

"Fine Baker. Whatever you say. We're going to tell everybody about this."

"Fine. Go ahead. See if I care."

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I slowly come around, feeling the rain drops hitting my forehead and my eyes, the muddy water mixing with the new forming tears as I refuse to open my eyes.

"Mattie. I'm sorry," I whisper to the skies. To my brother, no, my lover who I'll never hold again.

Oh fuck, he's okay.

Wait, fuck he's okay.

I cower back a little, preparing to get my ass beaten again but nothing comes, no punches, no kicks, no attacks, no nothing. I look across at Zacky, who looks quite broken hearted and lost.

I've never seen him like this before. I don't think anyone has.

"Zacky? Are you okay, dude?" I ask, trying to help him sit up.

I hear a soft voice talking to me, it's the voice that I remember from my childhood. I can't help but grin like an idiot, saying his name out in happiness.

"Mattie?!" I smile, opening my eyes ready to take in his face of not being about to see him for three years. But all I'm greeted with is the bleeding face of Chris and it all dawns on me what's just happened. I scowl a little at Chris but my face just falls again.

"Oooh," I say to myself before trying to get up from the mud slicked ground, but my head is so heavy and I just shake on my arms as I try to hold myself up.

"Fuckin'," I mutter to myself. If I've being saying things while I was out cold, he's gonna know things that no one should know. I've gotta get away from him now.

"Dude, you are in no way position to get up now. Let me help you." I start trying to help him up, "You've been out cold, you need to lie down somewhere."

I shouldn't be doing this, he'll probably just try and lay me out again as fast as he can. But he's my friend and I don't want him to cause himself more damage by straining himself.

"We'll get you back to your room and get someone to come look at you, okay?"

"Chris, no. I'm fine just...get off me!" I yell at him, not quite sure anymore why I fought with him but it sounded like a really good idea at the time.

I try to shake him free of me but he's stronger than I thought.

"Please, just go now. I.. .I."

I don't want you to see me in tears, clawing at myself, screaming the name of my brother who was my first ever love and I can never get over no matter how many guys I sleep with.

"Please," I plead with him, looking right into his face for a spit second before breaking the gaze and looking down at the floor again. I can't let him see the tears.

I don't know what's going on here. Something about his brother, something about Matt. All I know is it's really shaken him up. I wrap an arm around him and try and bring him to his feet.

"Zacky, whatever's going on here, I don't want to know, okay? I'm not going to tell anyone I saw you like this." I say, rubbing his back in a reassuring manner, "I just want to make sure you get inside where it's dry and don't fucking die of cold."

I take no pride in having seen this. I really should be, considering he fucking beat my ass but I don't. I just see this as... really sad.

"You going to let me help you now?"

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