Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Inside Out ❯ Chapter 4 (Can't think of a name, lol) ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Rated pg13 for previousley implied things and language.
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ELias wakes up and realizes what he's done. This is where the rollercoaster ride really begins in his life!

Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.11.2007 | Updated On: 04.11.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 763 | Status: Completed

“You what?”

Up until now, Sheek had been lounging comfortably at the desk in his office, long legs drawn out, feet crossed at the ankles. Fingers had played idly with the phone cord while the opposing hand pressed the device to his ear. Lucas had called him an hour prior, and they had settled into a comfortable conversation. Or at least until out of nowhere the boy murmured; “I slept with my brother.”

Perhaps it was not the best time to bring up one of his famous “I told you not to” speeches, but Sheek was truly at a loss for words otherwise. What did he expect from him, after that? Rubbing his temples, he leaned forward on his desk, resting his elbow on top of the flat surface. This boy was only roughly two years younger then him. How the hell did he manage to get himself into such situations?

Removing his glasses, Sheek cleared his throat and turned so that he could face the window that overlooked the streets below him. Thought would need to be put into his next words, or else he could make whatever this was, a lot worse.

“That was stupid.”

Silence on the other end of the phone. And then a sigh.

“Do you realize what you're going to do to him, Lucas?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“You don't seem to get the idea,” Sheek replied dryly. “How old is he? Fourteen at best, right? These are the most… sensitive years of his life, and while it may seem harmless to get a little bit of a rise out of him once in a while, sleeping with him…? Do you even understand the possible consequences for this?”

“He won't tell anyone.”

The voice on the other line was irritated, and Sheek was also quick to notice that Lucas sounded tired. Deciding that they would discuss this later, he changed the subject.

“Did you get any sleep last night?”

“About an hour or so.”

“That's it? You have classes today, don't you?”

“Not today. Not going.”

“Not today, you don't have classes, or you do but you're not going?”

“Jeez, what the hell is this? Twenty questions?”

“More like fifteen. And if you don't answer them, I will come down there and whip you myself.”

He laughed then, and Sheek felt slightly relieved. It wasn't easy to get him to smile, and a laugh was almost as good as it came over the phone. Especially when he called sounding as miserable as he had.

“I'm going to go, Sheek.”

“Call me later.”

The line went dead, and the young man slumped back against his seat. What had that boy gotten himself into?

-*-

He dropped his cell phone onto the sheets at the foot of the bed.

Eyes lingering on it for a moment longer, Lucas debated on whether or not he regretted the call he'd just made. He was sure Sheek didn't really give a damn about his personal life, and only listened to humor him and possibly nurse his own patience (he was going to be some sort of therapist, after all). Sometimes he even wondered when the man would ask him, “And how do you feel about that?” although the question never came.

Green eyes traveled from the cell phone towards the lump beside him on the bed.

Small frame tangled in the mass of sheets that encumbered it, Elias was facedown on the mattress and sleeping peacefully. Something Lucas was sure he hadn't done in a while.

He himself had had a restless night. Awakening with every small movement or sigh Elias made in his own sleep. Lucas had lay there on his side, staring at the digital clock on his dresser. The minutes had crawled by, and by the time his alarm had went off at 6:45, he knew for a fact that he wasn't going to class today.

Slipping off of the bed as quietly as he could manage, he rummaged around his room for some clothes before heading to the bathroom. Hopefully the water would wash away his building troubles as quickly as it would wash off the reminders of the previous night.

Not, he mused, that he wouldn't mind keeping the memories. And he was sure things were going to get a hell of a lot more interesting.

As he stepped under the water that was falling freely from the showerhead, an amused expression flitted along his angular features. It would be interesting to see his brother's reaction, too. Lifting a hand, his smile fell from his lips and he brushed his fingertips along the cool tile of the shower.

“Consequences, huh Sheek?”

Hand curling into a fist, he knocked his knuckles lightly against the wall before lathering himself down with soap. After he'd rinsed himself off, he quickly did his hair before shutting off the shower and stepping out. He took his time drying himself, still caught up in his thoughts. What exactly did he want from his brother? It was hard to tell. He never knew, really, why he did it. He liked the look on his face? How he'd get flustered around him? It was probably the twisted little monster that resided in the back of Lucas's mind.

Yeah, that was it. Saying touch him, make him blush; make him squirm every time he was in the same room. He was by no means a “horndog” as some of his other friends liked to put it. And he was by far, a very good-looking man. Lucas knew this and wasn't afraid to flaunt it. With his tall, lanky figure from years of track and sports, he possessed that wiry but not-too muscular frame that so many girls seemed to love. A shock of dark hair fell around his face in a shaggy, disheveled way that only seemed to heighten and accentuate his more feminine features in a positive manor.

Smearing the fog from the mirror, he leaned closer to give his face the first scrutiny of the day. A thin, narrow nose. Full lower lip, accentuating the delicate way his mouth was sculpted. Masculine jaw line, contrasting with his high, angular cheekbones. Sneering at himself, he lifted a hand to push at one of his brows. His eyes were deep set, and the bored intensity of his stare had a tendency to frighten anyone off.

The way his lip curled in a smirk however, often had girls swooning over him. He chuckled darkly just thinking about it.

Lucas had long ago come to terms with the fact that his… sexual preferences, if it were, were not exactly the norm. Sheek had claimed that most extremely good-looking men were gay, and that it wasn't really a surprise. He had shrugged it off and resisted the urge to comment on Sheek's heterosexuality, but decided against it. He probably just hadn't come out of the closet yet.

Yanking on his t-shirt, Lucas ran his fingers through his damp hair before fastening the button to his jeans. As he left the bathroom, he dumped his clothes in his laundry basket (which ironically, had been hidden behind a large mound of clothes) and looked to where Elias lay. He was still sleeping, and as Lucas took a seat on the floor across the bed, he found himself comparing him to his mother.

Unlike Lucas who had taken after their father, Elias had more of their mother's appearance. As a child, he resembled a girl so much so that Lucas had just had to dress him up as one and take him for walks. It had been a fun ruse while it lasted, until their mother had found out one day and grounded him from television for a month.

As he grew older though, Lucas took notice of the way his face and body were changing.

He had been a chubby kid, and had only started losing most of his baby fat when he turned ten. A little late in his books, but Elias was actually turning out to be fairly scrawny.

His face still held the rotund edge of a child's, and his lips were always subconsciously set into that pout that Lucas just couldn't ignore. The boy's body, which had grown several inches over the summer, had slimmed down and was only more noticeable because of the baggy clothes he insisted on wearing. It looked like he was drowning in them.

His hair fell in unruly waves (borderline curls) around his face, and held the same reddish tint their mothers did. His was more prominent though, and had yet to lose its shine from stress and age. Lucas was sure he was fixing that, however. His eyelashes were thick, and framed large eyes. They currently dusted over his pale skin, which made his fair complexion more noticeable.

He stayed there a few moments longer, contemplating on whether or not he should wake Elias up, when his eyelids fluttered before opening sleepily, and he shifted onto his back.

-*-

He hurt.

His back hurt, his arms were sore, his eyes burned and his legs felt like they were on fire. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he mentally tried to gather his memories from their sleepy, unorganized state. Opening closed lids, he blinked once. Twice. Then it came flooding back to him.

Oh my God.

Sitting up fast, perhaps a bit too fast for his aching muscles, he looked blearily around the room. He wasn't as startled as he'd thought he'd be when his suspicions were confirmed. This room was definitely not his, and his brother only proved that when his eyes fell upon him. He was sitting on the floor watching him intently, lanky legs crossed over one another, head tilted to the side.

The heat that rushed up to Elias's face was almost unbearable, and he would have gotten out of the room and fled had it not been for one simple fact; he was naked.

And now the second part of the mystery was solved (or confirmed, however you'd have it), and his muscles seemed to scream in memory of the night before. Struggling to keep himself in a seated position, Elias's breath hitched.

He was going to panic. He could already feel it building up inside his chest. Tightening, twisting in his gut, winding it's way slowly up his throat. He swallowed the bile and managed to give a weak glare in Lucas's direction. He chuckled.

He chuckled!!

“What's so funny?” Elias snapped, his voice merely coming out in a shaky murmur.

Lucas shook his head, and standing, gathered Elias's clothes from the floor.

The silence that stretched between them was thick with tension, and although all Elias wanted to do was get the hell out of there, he fought for something to say.

Lucas beat him to it though as he settled the boys clothes down gently beside him.

“I'm calling you in sick today. You're probably too sore to go anywhere.”

“I can go to school,” Elias mumbled. “I'm fine.”

His heart was pounding almost painfully. They couldn't have—could they?

This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening! He wouldn't have let it happen.

The nightly visits his brother had paid him were enough, weren't they?

And this brought so many more complications to the table.

Like the fact that Lucas was his brother.

That they were both boys. He wasn't gay!

Scrambling with shaking fingers to yank his shirt over his head, Elias gave a violent jerk when Lucas laid a hand on his arm. He pulled the fabric from his clutching grasp and shook his head.

“You're not going to school.”

“Yes I am.”

“No, you're not.”

“I am too. And I'll tell mom if you make me stay home.”

“Mom isn't home today. It's her day to volunteer at the Hospital, remember?”

Elias's mind went blank a moment before he recovered his wits. Realizing that Lucas's face had come only inches apart from his in their brief spat, he leaned back.

Lucas seemed to get the message, and he stood up.

“Go have a shower. It will make you feel better.”

He closed the door behind him as he left, and Elias flopped back onto his side. Drawing his knees to his chest, he closed his eyes tightly and tried to erase the feelings that were swimming around inside of him.

He was in over his head.

Why didn't Lucas seem worried about it?

Why had he done it in the first place…? Of course, he couldn't just blame his brother.

Reluctantly, he admitted to himself as he sat up and swung his legs off of the bed, that at the time, he had wanted it too. And he had let Lucas have his way like every other time, too weak to resist whatever it was that he needed from him.

He fumbled with the doorknob that lead into the adjoining bathroom off of Lucas's room, and once it was open, he locked the door securely behind him and turned on the shower. Not even waiting for it to grow warm, he stepped under it and began lathering himself down with soap. His skin grew red as he raked the cloth along his arms, his chest, and his legs. Anywhere he could reach.

It started to burn, but the pain didn't erase the ugly words that were accumulating inside of his head.

Whore. He doesn't loveyou. He just wants you because you can't say no. He was right about you. He was always right about you. You're nothing to him, not to anybody.

A/N: So... I haven't updated in a while. And I apologize for it! I've been busy and as you can probably see in this chapter, I have a writer's block. It's going away though, so hopefully I'll be able to have the fourth chapter up by the end of this week (Sunday, April 15th < -- I think that is the correct date. ^^')I apologize for the horrendousness of this chapter, and yes, I am simply updating for the sake of updating. I promisepromise that the nest chapter will be very interesting! I did say this was a horror, didn't I? =^o^=

P.S SORRY FOR THE SHORTNESS!! D:

r&r please!