December 22, 2009

  • A Slice of Life Chapters 2&3

    ...I love this icon. Okay, so here's the deal with this story. I...forgot I hadn't updated it here. It's all nice and up to date everywhere else I post it, but not here. So...trying to remedy that. That and I had to leave it alone for awhile since school took up most of my time and so it's not like I have a bagillion posts to make. that's my 09 NaNo... But Chapter 4 should be along sometime before the year is out. Hopefully.

    So, enjoy, obey the warnings, and have a good Holiday if I don't post anything else before the 25th!

    Warnings: Chapter two contains mentions of rape (because I couldn't force myself to write it.). That and this whole thing will be boys love. Because I am obsessed.


    Chapter Two: Disturbed

    Azazel went through his first day in a daze, everything seemed to move so fast for him, all the way up to lunch, where he sat with Vlad and Yasuo, who both made sure that he was getting along with everyone and if he had any questions. He was tired, he knew that much, and couldn’t believe that schools like this actually existed, where a student would be there during lunch and still look like they had the energy to even go on. He supposed that maybe meant less homework as well, which would be a plus as he didn’t like all the homework that was forced on him while he attended Gymnasium.

    The rest of the day went rather uneventful, Azazel rather content with staying over in art class, which was his last class of the day, to talk with the teacher about maybe joining the art club as it would give him a place to paint without having to worry about getting paint on the floors at home or anything like that. Plus, there was a drying rack, so that he didn’t have to worry about anything accidentally getting smeared or anything of that matter.

    He was sure that he would be able to walk home if he father wasn’t able to give him a ride, which he might have had to do anyway, seeing as he had missed the bus home. He wasn’t too worried, as the weather was still nice and there was no threat of rain for the day. It would give him some time to reflect on the school day anyway, and mentally preparing himself for the coming years of torment that he would have to endure. Although he had to admit, for a first day, this wasn’t too bad considering.

    He was stopped by Michael, who called out his name in an empty hall. Where he figured that there were other students still here for their extra circular activities, he didn’t expect to be stopped by Michael of all people. The other teen waved at him, that grin still on his face, everything about him seemed to radiate mirth and enjoyment. Things that were beginning to make Azazel doubtful of his intentions. He was either trying to get him to trust him to make fun of him or blackmail him into doing his homework or something to that degree.

    He put his guards up, just to make sure that he wouldn’t fall into any traps. All he needed was to be made fun of or tormented his entire stay here. He thought for sure that when Michael dropped him off at his first hour that was the end of their dealings with each other. It would seem that he was wrong, so very wrong.

    “Why are you still here,” Michael asked, his posture said calm but his eyes said something else entirely, something that made Azazel rather uneasy. “I thought that you said you rode the buses, and those are long gone by now.”

    “I was talking with the art teacher,” Azazel replied passively, trying to just get out of here. It was bad enough he was going to be here for the rest of his school career, at the moment, he didn’t really need to be stuck in the building any longer. “And now am looking forward to getting my homework done. So if you could excuse me, I must be going.”

    “Why so fast, since you’re already here,” Michael asked, grabbing Azazel’s arm tightly, he didn’t want to let this one get away so easily. “And you should really be thanking me for showing you around today, or even talking to you right now. Don’t you think?”

    “I have already thanked you,” Azazel said, snapping his arm out of Michael’s grip. It was harder than he thought it would be, but he was sure that he would be able to escape no problem. He just had to start walking now and completely ignore the jock. “Now, again, if you would excuse me, I really must be going.”

    “You’re not excused,” Michael replied smoothly, grabbing Azazel again and turning the other teen to face him. “In fact, now you have to be punished for your insolence. I wonder how I should punish you pet.”

    “I’m not your pet,” Azazel said, his slightly raised voice bouncing off the empty halls. “Now let go of me!”

    “No,” Michael replied silkily. “You’re not going anywhere pet. I watched all day how people stared at you, but you’re not theirs to look at, you’re not theirs to touch, you’re not theirs to try to take from me. You’re mine. I saw you first, therefore, you belong to me.”

    “You’re insane,” Azazel yelled, trying to push out of the other’s grasp. The bastard definitely played sports of some sort, his grip was strong, although he was underestimating Azazel’s own strength and resolve. Where he hadn’t had to take any physical classes the past year, he thought that he could at least get out of his grasp and run into a more populated building somewhere and escape.

    “Maybe I am,” Michael replied, eyes glittering with mischief, his grip not wavering with Azazel’s struggles. He liked this in his victims. Hopefully this one would last awhile, longer than his last one anyway. The girl had committed suicide after she found out she was pregnant with his child, although he forgot the reason she gave in her letter. Loyal to the very end, ever trying to protect her older brother from his blackmail that he never really had in the first place. He had learned a lot since then, how if she had turned him in that he would be caught, he was going to be more cautious with this one. Much more cautious.

    Azazel looked up at him, freezing. No, this wasn’t what he meant by this place being a hell hole. This really wasn’t what he meant. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him, but he didn’t want to know. Something in the back of his mind told him to run, and that if he couldn’t escape now, he wouldn’t be able to unless he went back to Germany, and even then he had the feeling that Michael would try to find him. He had to escape now or be trapped forever, and forever was a very long time.

    Taking advantage of Azazel in his confused state, he pushed the other boy into a wall, making Azazel grunt when his face and body was pushed roughly onto the brick. He felt Michael through his weight against him, effectively pinning him in place. He would have effectively fought back if Michael hadn’t pinned his arms to the side, but all he could do was struggle the best he could, trying to even step on Michael’s feet or something to get away.

    When Michael let go one of his arms, he went back to swing at him and was only rewarded with his hair being pulled. Instinctively, he followed the pull, to try to lessen the pain, and only found himself staring up into Michael’s smiling face. He already didn’t like this situation and it seemed to only get worse for him the more time he spent trying to get away. He tried to get Michael’s hand off his hair, but it seemed to no avail, as the other hand clutched his arm tighter, and Michael forced him up against the wall again. It was all Azazel could do to not be smashed up against it, using his free hand to at least put a gap in it. All he needed was something to through this to his advantage, just long enough to distract Michael so that he could escape this.

    “I like ones that struggle,” Michael whispered hotly into his ear. “It makes my conquest so much better, so much more fulfilling. Struggle more pet, show me your face in pain, in fear, in everything that I can only hope to see it. I’m going to break you pet, because you’d look even better broken, and I get the honor of doing it all myself.”

    “Get off me,” Azazel shouted, trying to through Michael off him, pushing against the wall with his free arm, ignore the pain in his captive arm and the hair that was being pulled painfully now. He didn’t want this, he never imagined that he would ever be such a victim, his resolve to escape overriding his well being at the moment. Any bruises or scrapes that he would get would heal and he could blow them off. He didn’t need any other trauma as Michael was promising him.

    “Struggle more,” Michael hissed, letting go of Azazel’s hair and moving it to run it down his chest, surprising Azazel and making his body freeze. “Show me your face full of your fear of me.”

    Azazel didn’t know what was happen, his voice was stuck in his throat. He wanted to yell, he wanted to call attention to himself. Michael pinned him harder against the wall with his body, and he could feel Michael’s erection straining through the jeans the other wore. No, he didn’t want that, he wanted to go home, he didn’t want to be here, and he sure as hell did not want his first time to be with this guy.

    “Stop,” he said, finding his voice as he was fondled. He tried to stop his body from reacting, kept trying to think of reasons why this was happening, keep himself from enjoying this at all. His body, however, welcomed the actions, slowly becoming aroused. “Stop it,” he yelled, trying desperately to get away. “Leave me alone! Go find someone else for your sick pleasures!”

    “Pet, you’re prefect,” Michael purred, rubbing against him, licking Azazel’s neck. “So prefect. Yell louder, try to get someone to help you.”

    Michael slowly took his hand off of Azazel’s other arm, bringing it near Azazel’s crotch with his other hand, and both focused on opening the boy’s pants. He wanted him to try to struggle more, cry out, hell even cry in general. He heard Azazel’s protest, effectively ignoring them. He felt Azazel try to get his hands off him, a smirk starting across his face. This one made him so hard so fast, with his protests and struggling, with that voice that needed to be strained to see how far it would go. Yes, he found the perfect pet. Finally. A replacement for the one that he had lost.

    “Cry pet, struggle, make this worth my while,” Michael whispered, leaving one hand on Azazel’s slowly hardening erection and the other to caress his ass. “Show me everything.”

    Azazel did scream, he screamed as he was pushed back up against the wall, Michael taking his hand away, making his erection rub painfully against the stone. It hurt like hell, and his face would most likely have scratches on it anyway. He tried to struggle away from it, but the pain made his knees want to give out, and he wanted to stay standing more than anything right now. He wasn’t allowed to move, he was pined and tried to bite back another scream of pain as Michael ground his hips into him, making him brush against the wall again.

    “Yes, lets mar this skin,” Michael said, half to himself, and from what it sounded like, half to a voice in his head. “It will give you some character, pet. And show everyone that I claim you as mine.”

    “Get off me,” Azazel said, his voice shaky from trying to keep his body upright, earning him another hard thrust into the wall. “Fucking rapist.”

    “If only you knew,” Michael grinned, changing tactics, lightly holding Azazel, ready to squeeze him if the other tried to squirm away. “There was this girl before you, and a girl before her. The first one, I accidentally killed, but it wasn’t my fault she didn’t listen, and the second one committed suicide. This is the first time a boy such as yourself has captivated me so much. You’re really special Azazel.”

    I so feel special right now, Azazel thought to himself, but didn’t say out loud. He really didn’t need to be pushed up against the wall again. Of course, his erection had all but died, but he still didn’t need to feel the pain of grinding up against it again. Especially with him trying to figure out a way to escape this without any other injuries to himself.

    “I’m going to make you completely mine. Get them early, train them right. Isn’t that how the saying goes,’ Michael asked, although he expected his new toy to be silent, and he wasn’t wrong. “You’re so easy to read, pet.”

    “Quit calling me that,” Azazel hissed, he didn’t like the “nickname” at all. Although he did have a feeling that it wouldn’t change anything.

    “No,” came the simple reply. “It’s your nickname. Get used to it.”

    Michael seemed lost in thought for a minute, Azazel taking advantage of this, tried to break away while Michael seemed unguarded, but was pinned back up against the wall with little effort, Michael’s face not hiding his amusement. “Pet, you forget how often I’ve done this before. However I think that I need to mark you soon, as my schedule will soon conflict. You’re lucky, today, you get lube, although not a lot of it. I like it when they bleed.”

    That thought shook Azazel to the core. He didn’t want to bleed. True, he never gave much thought to his first time with anyone, but this was not the way he wanted it, he knew that for sure. Michael led him around the school, holding his hair tightly, sometimes pulling just to hear him whimper when he squeezed too hard on his groin.

    He truthfully wasn’t surprised when he was thrown into an empty classroom, Michael grinning up at him, twirling a key around his index finger. “Being the head of the student council has its advantages.” With that, he closed and relocked the door behind him. “We don’t need anyone coming in here to interrupt us, do we? After all, from the look on your face, you don’t like pain too much. And truthfully, I don’t plan on hurting you too much, as that will build your tolerance up much too quickly.”

    He smiled when Azazel stood up, as if he was pleased by the fact that Azazel was planning on fighting him to get to the door. “It’s going to be fun breaking you. You have such a strong spirit, Azazel. Plus, think of what the other people who were looking at you today. I saw Vladamir, the way he was staring you down. How many other students were doing the same thing? Who’s to say that I’m really the nicest one out of all of them.”

    “I highly doubt that,” Azazel spat out in Germen, his anger and frustration getting the better of him.

    “German is such an odd language,” Michael said, suddenly tackling Azazel to the ground. Azazel himself trying to squirm out from under him, but finding himself pinned once again. “So close, but so different than English. I’ll have to hear you speak more of it, pet.”

    Azazel bit his tongue as Michael stared into his eyes, trying to grind their hips together, but Azazel having none of it as he tried to get away. He didn’t want to give this bastard the pleasure of knowing that he won, no, he wanted to come out of this as strong as he came in. He wasn’t going to break over this. He couldn’t.

    “You know, if you don’t do this for me, I guess I could always find another victim,” Michael mused, figuring he would pull out his trump card now rather than later like he planned. Then again, he wanted to see Azazel’s face when he said it so badly, bring him to be the submissive little bitch that he wanted to turn the other into. “But just anyone won’t do. Don’t you have a younger sister? I think she’d do nicely. After all, she’s just growing into womanhood right? Might as well train her from the start, you know. To make sure that she turns out perfect.”

    “You wouldn’t dare,” Azazel said in English, his expression darkening as he stilled. “You wouldn’t touch a hair on her body…”

    “Oh I would, if I couldn’t have you,” Michael replied, looking bored. “Unless you’re everything I wanted, of course.”

    “Just don’t harm Heather,” Azazel said quietly, looking away, disgusted with himself for even considering giving up his sister so he wouldn’t have to endure. He couldn’t believe that he was so selfish, as to offer up his sister like that. He would endure, he would endure it all, become stronger, and somehow escape this. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, just leave my sister out of this.”

    “As you wish,” Michael grinned, giving the other’s neck a quick lick. “Now just lie there like a good little slut for awhile, pet. I’ll show you what a sadist truly is.”

    **you believe it in your head**

    Azazel looked up at the ceiling, he couldn’t tell how much time had passed since Michael finally left him there, a smirk on his face. He could feel himself bleeding, he didn’t want to think of what else he was covered with, and he already was beginning to ache everywhere. He had to get home, before someone noticed him like this, or even before his parents started to worry too much about him.

    He cursed to himself in German as he sat up, resisting the urge to lie right back down. He didn’t have time for this, he had to get out of here and fast. He could feel the bile rise up his throat as he resisted the urge to check his injuries, thinking that he could do so at home. Azazel pulled his clothes together, happy that they were mostly stain free, unlike the floor with smears of blood and seamen. He shivered at the sight, hurriedly dressing himself and leaving.

    He didn’t care who found the mess, and hoped that they would just clean up and not think anything about it. He tried to be as sneaky as he could manage, limping around, hoping that the pain in his backside would ebb a little so he could fool his family that he was alright if need be. Then again, it would make things a little easier, maybe if he told them that he got into a fight? Yeah, that would work out for the best. He couldn’t have anyone else dragged into this after all. He wasn’t going to endure this just so that they could go get themselves into trouble.

    “Azazel,” his mother shouted, throwing her arms around him, squeezing painfully at bruises that send sparking pains down his back. “Where were you? I’ve been so worried! Your father went out looking for you when the rain started, but he couldn’t find you anywhere! You’re so soaked you’ll catch cold if you don’t hurry up and change.

    “In fact, go do that before you tell me what happened. I’m so relieved you’re alright, Azazel. Your father should be home soon, to check to see if you came home. Don’t scare me like that again young man!”

    Azazel himself sighed and went right up the stairs, closing the bathroom door behind him, refusing to look at the mirror. His mother has always been like that, switching from one subject to another when she was worried, and always had the family’s well being at heart of it all. He couldn’t be more thankful of that trait at the moment, as it would allow him to be able to think this over, to try to get his composure back.

    He didn’t understand why he was so close to crying, he really didn’t. He did the right thing. His sister was safe, he could hear the music playing through the walls and didn’t have a care in the world. Like she ought to. Was it the emotional pain of having his virginity ripped away from him and the degrading way that he was going to be treated from now on? The pain that he would have to keep a web of lies to keep this situation from hurting anyone else? The emotional trauma that came from moving to a new country only to be shown how horrible people could be?

    He stood in the shower, trying to get his mind straight when there was a knock on the door. He swallowed hard before answering, trying to steady his voice. All he needed was for them to be suspicious that anything was seriously wrong. Bullying wasn’t that much of a rarity, and he was sure that he would be able to keep track of his web that he was going to start building. He just hoped that he would be able to remember everything.

    “Come in,” Azazel said, proud that his voice held up even though he felt like he was slowly breaking down.

    “Azazel, are you alright,” his father asked, cracking the door a little. “You’ve been in here longer than you usually do. Is there something wrong?”

    “I guess I said something wrong to the wrong people,” Azazel replied, smiling, although there was no way to tell that he was. “They got me pretty good, I must admit. But I’m fine, I just don’t want any of the smaller cuts to be infected.”

    “Just come down when you’re ready,” Gunther said, closing the door behind him, seriously thinking about this decision to move. If things were already that bad, maybe they should go back to Germany as soon as they could, he couldn’t have one of his children be bullied like that. Maybe this was a one time thing? He would have to sleep on it.

    Azazel let out a long suffering sigh, washing his hair for the third time absently, as if he forgot that he already washed it twice. It just didn’t feel clean.


    Chapter Three: Views

    He woke up with a jolt, quickly regretting it as he hit his head on the bed above him and groaned. Glaring at the top bunk, he climbed off the couch he had been sleeping on and reaching for his alarm, which he put on the top. He knew that if he didn't do this, he would never bother getting out of bed, but there had to be a better way of doing this than trying to give himself a concussion every morning. Rubbing the spot on his head, he looked at the time, groaning. At least he was on time, for once.

    "Vladamir get your lazy butt out of bed! Breakfast is on the table and I m heading out the door! Don t forget your keys; I m going to be home late today."

    "They're on my bike keys, so if I lose them I m pretty screwed," Vlad replied, heading down the stairs.

    He listened to the door slam, and looked at the toast and eggs on a plate in the center of the table. He glanced at the clock and grinned, hearing the convertible s engine roar out the drive way and down the street. Being on time wasn't something his family was known for.

    He took the toast as he headed upstairs to get his keys and school work, figuring that he would be able to wolf down the eggs no problem in a moment. Things had only been like this for a year, he was kind of surprised on how easily everything turned into a routine, like the world was so eager to forget that two lives had been snuffed out before their time. He snorted at himself, intent on getting to school so he didn't have to think about it anymore than he had to. The least he could do was maybe get a decent graduating grade.

    He made sure he locked up before he left, almost afraid to see if his sister left a scratch on his Yamaha. It was a Christmas gift from his parents, one that he had always loved-- mostly because it boosted his image. It was sleek, black, and the chrome still shone like it had the first day he rolled it out of the garage. Putting on his helmet, he strapped on his book bag and roared off into the morning, happy to have the early morning air whip past him.

    Once in the school parking lot, he made sure to lock his bike up so no one would steal it, not that anyone would dare mess with his bike. He was kind of surprised to see how early it still was, knowing that it wouldn't last very long with a grin. As soon as he figured out how to get more sleep before he had to be at this awful place, he would come in right on time more often than not.

    The hallways weren't crowded yet with the gaggle of people that came on the buses, and he wanted to get into the class as soon as possible; maybe he could try get a few minutes of sleep before the bell rang. Perhaps Yasuo had some news about what was going on this early in the school year. He wasn't sure how his friend knew what he knew, or where he got such reliable resources, but the other boy always had his facts straight. He was, after all, right about the new kid.

    He grinned when he thought about the new boy, knowing full well that he was in lust, and wondered how long it would take for it to just wear off. Besides, knowing his luck, the guy wasn't gay. However, even that thought didn't dampen his spirits for the day. He would at least get another friend out of this-- and he could use another one, especially a little firecracker like well, he couldn't exactly remember the other boy's name at the moment, but he was sure they would become at least friends, maybe a little more if he played his cards right.

    Sitting down in the empty classroom, he took in a deep breath before putting his head on the table, rather intent on dreaming about the blond. He didn't mind at all, although he felt a pang of loss when he thought that they didn't have gym class together, which could also be a good thing, since he wasn't sure he wouldn't be able to hold any sense of decency if it were the case. He really needed to stop thinking of the other boy stripping. He didn't want to suffer the consequences later.

    "Hey, sleepyhead, wake up," Yasuo said, turning on the blasted lights. "And here I thought you said that you were going to actually try to stay awake for first hour this year."

    "But it s too fucking hard," Vlad replied with an exaggerated groan. "I mean, the sun s too low in the horizon! It's ungodly to think of being up before noon and you know it!"

    "Quit your bitchin'," Yasuo replied, flopping down in his seat. "I said I would make sure that you actually stay coherent during class and I'm damn determined to do so. After all, what are best friends for?"

    Vlad shook his head, sitting up straight for a moment before he stretched, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stretch like he wanted to once the classroom filled up. The first bell rang soon after Yasuo came in, and the throng of people in the halls slowly filtered into the classrooms, dreary until the next break where they would be able to chat with friends or do whatever they did. His concern was getting to class as soon as he could so he could catch some quick dozing naps, that sometimes took the whole hour to wake up from.

    He looked around, the bell for classes to begin was going to ring soon, but his new friend hadn't walked in yet, which was starting to depress him. Did he feel too cramped or hazed the day before? Would he even come back to the school? Maybe he did something drastic, like changing all of his classes! He didn't want that; he wanted to seduce the guy, damn it! He wouldn't be able to if he couldn't find him!

    However, at the last minute, he watched as Azazel walked into the room, looking a bit more confident than the previous day, but limping slightly. The poor kid most likely tripped up the stairs or something. It wasn't anything new; they had all done the same thing at one time or another, so he was sure that he wouldn't miss the step again. Well, not for some time at least.

    "What's wrong with you?" Yasuo asked as soon as Azazel sat down. "You're walking with a limp today."

    "I fell down on the steps," Azazel replied. Vlad nodded along as if he had watched it himself. "I'll admit, I wasn't watching where I was going."

    "Don't worry about it." Vlad grinned. "We've all done it. I think those stairs are a bit too steep, but that won't change them."

    "I just have to be a little more cautious," was all Azazel was able to say before the teacher entered, beginning the string of a long and boring day.

    When lunch finally came around, Vlad was worn out, not ready for another two classes before he would be able to don his helmet and race to his bed, where he would gleefully pass out until dinner, eat, and then sleep some more. Maybe get up and do some homework in the middle of the night, and then sleep until he had to do it again. It wasn't a very practical sleeping schedule, but it was one that worked for him, sort of. He wasn't sure how long it would be practical since he actually had to try in school now. This year was going to blow.

    Well, maybe not as much as he thought. Especially if he could just get into Azazel s pants at one point; maybe even have a relationship, although those were dangerous thoughts. He didn't want to push the other guy away, but he wasn't sure how to bring him closer, although he vaguely thought that maybe some more time was going to be needed before anything really happened. Vladamir had never been a patient person, so this was going to kill him even more than actually doing his homework for a change.

    Azazel ate his lunch quietly, mostly listening to the chit chat of Yasuo and Vlad, sometimes chiming in whenever it seemed they were asking him a question, but he was mostly sullen, simply because he couldn't get it out of his head that he was somehow at fault for what happened the previous day. He didn't remember doing anything, although the thanking part he didn't quite understand. He was pretty sure that rape wasn't something Americans did to thank each other, and if it was, the country was more ass backwards than he originally thought.

    "Did you even hear me?" Vlad asked again, waving his hand in front of Azazel s face. "Earth to Az-man."

    "My name is Azazel," he replied sharply. "And I'm sorry, but I didn't catch exactly what you were trying to say."

    "I was asking if you had any plans for the weekend," Vlad replied, sulking. "Besides, I like your nickname. It s easier than Azazel."

    "Forgive my friend. He's an idiot," Yasuo sighed. "However, we were wondering if you wanted to hang out over the weekend. Maybe we could show you around town, places to avoid, places to just relax a bit. It must suck sitting around in a stuffy house all day."

    "I don t want to trouble anyone," Azazel replied. "I'd much rather relax at home anyway. It's going to be a trying week as it is."

    "So how about Saturday at four," Vlad suggested, grinning. He was intent on getting the blond to go out with them. Maybe he would actually have some fun this year.

    "I said I'd rather stay home."

    "At four it is!"

    "I never said yes!"

    "Sorry, but it's settled." Yasuo laughed. "Besides, think of it as a learning experience. You need some American culture to mellow you out a bit. You're too high strung."

    Azazel rolled his eyes, wondering how he made friends with such eccentric people, although maybe learning a little bit about the area he lived in wouldn't be so bad. It would certainly take his mind off Michael and his dilemma for awhile. It seemed there was no way to deter the boys and their plan anyway, so it was moot point to argue any further. His mother would be happy to know that he had friends.

    "Fine. Just don t be late", Azazel sighed.

    "Great! We'll trade numbers tomorrow before class", Vlad grinned, trying to keep the dirty thoughts in his head at bay, although doing a horrid job of it. "You're gonna have fun on Saturday, trust me!"