You're only mine!...(edited)

"I'm not gonna tell you again, ya piece of shit. Get your fat ass up off the floor and clean this crap up...Why do you keep making me do this?...making me have to hurt you?...You're useless...you'd be nothing without me...YA HEAR ME? NOTHING!!!"

*Punch Kick Punch Slap Kick*

"Please no more..."

*Spit*

"Worthless cunt."

He walked away, leaving the dark haired boy bleeding on the floor. Within moments, the boy had passed out.

~Time lapse-Six years later~

"Get your lazy ass up, school starts in an hour, and I ain't drivin' ya!"

"But why?...you're going there too."

*Slap*

"Sorry."

"Fuckin' freak."

The front door slammed, he'd gone. The black haired boy was alone, tears leaving tracks down his thin, pale face.

"I'm sorry."

"Guys...wait up...GUYS."

Frank panted as he ran to catch up to his friends.

"Not our fault you only got little legs."

Pete teased, ruffling the other boy's hair and dodging as a tattooed hand slapped out at him. Pete giggled, and suddenly he and Frank were taking part in an impromptu game of tag, with their friends Andy and Joe in the middle, watching them chase each other around and try to grab hold of any part they could.

"Hey guys."

A voice came from a few feet away.

"PATRICK!"

Pete yelled, turning his attention towards the boy in the baseball cap, and forgetting just how fast Frank could be...until the squirt leapt onto his back, driving the slightly taller boy to the ground with a grunt.

"Umff...Frankie, get the fuck off me, asshole."

He was laughing though, so Frank knew he was ok...so he stayed right where he was, laying on Pete's back, clinging to his coat while he pinned him down, giggling his ass off.

"Frank..."

Patrick moaned loudly, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Stop raping my boyfriend in public."

Frank's head shot up, eyes wide as he discovered he'd drawn quite a crowd. Climbing off his best friend's back, he helped him up as he tried to ignore his own wildly blushing cheeks. Pete was in Patrick's arms a second later, kissing him like they hadn't just spent all summer vacation hanging out together.

"Ahem?"

Frank cleared his throat, then giggled as the pair pulled apart.

"Hey..."

Patrick said excitedly.

"You guys heard the news?"

"What news is that, oh great Oracle?"

Frank giggled as he attempted to steal Patrick's hat from his head, while Pete did what he could to stop him.

"New teacher."

Patrick stated proudly.

"Ugh...Pat, I thought it was gonna be something good."

Frank whined, still after the cap.

"Shut up Frank. This is good..."

Patrick insisted.

"Just listen, ok?..."

Frank nodded, and Patrick now had everyone's attention.

"So, new art teacher, replacing Mr. Turner..."

"Why'd he leave?"

Andy asked, clearly not up on school gossip.

"Because..."

Patrick continued.

"...he got caught feeling up a student...by the kid's mom!!"

Huge grin, and wait for it...

"HOLY SHIT!! You're kidding?!"

Frank yelled. Obviously the gos had passed him by too.

"Nope, really..."

Patrick confirmed.

"So, now there's this new teacher, and I heard he's like only 22 or something, and I also heard that he's pretty hot..."

Pete frowned at him.

"Not as hot as you baby..."

Patrick corrected, while Frank made fake gagging noises.

"What're you...5?"

Conversations switched from the new teacher, to the gig they were all going to that weekend, to who was getting the beers in tonight as they made their way to their first class, which they all happened to have together, and which also happened to be art.

"Guess we're gonna see how hot he really is then."

Frank mused as they took their places at the back of the classroom. The new teacher arrived three minutes late, but boy was it worth the wait...

"Good morning class..."

Frank found himself staring at the tall, dark haired young teacher.

"I'm Mr. Way, but don't call me that...err...call me Gee. Yeah...Mr. Way makes me feel old..."

He giggled nervously.

Patrick was wrong, this guy wasn't hot, he was fuckin' beautiful. He had black hair that fell to just above his shoulders, really pale skin, a slim, almost feminine figure, the prettiest eyes Frank had ever seen on a dude, and thin pink lips that Frank really wanted to taste...Wait, shut up Frank, he's your fucking teacher!...and oh shit, he was talking...Pay attention Frank.

"So once I've found this damn attendance sheet..."

Did he just swear in front of his class?

"Aha! Here it is..."

His back was to the class, and Frank was nearly drooling at the sight of his tight little ass in those skinny jeans...fuck Frank!!

"Right, err...Amy Andrews?..."

Frank zoned out, he didn't care who was in class, until...

"Frank Iero?"

"Yes Gee?"

OH...FUCK!!...and now the whole class was giggling at him, and his face was the colour of a ripe tomato. Frank dropped his head onto his desk with a small thud, and listened as the slightly embarrassed sounding teacher continued. Crap, that was nearly as bad as when he called his history teacher "mom" when he was 9.

"You ok Frank?"

Pete asked from his left side. Pete could be a tool sometimes, but he was still his best friend. Frank lifted his head a little to look at him.

"I'm ok...thanks Pete."

Then put his head back down.

Once attendance was complete, Mr. Way..."Gee", told the class that he really didn't have a lesson ready for today, so as long as they kept the noise down, they could all just chat amongst themselves. Frank groaned quietly and turned to look at Pete, who he found was actually already staring back at him.

"What?"

He demanded, scowling slightly.

"Oh...nothing."

Pete grinned back.

"Urgh...fuck my life."

"Language Frank..."

Frank shot up in his seat wide eyed to see the teacher standing in front of his desk, with his eyebrows raised and one hand on his jutted out hip...sassy! Frank swallowed hard, suddenly his brain seemed to have stopped functioning and dribbled out his ears.

"Can you please stay for a moment after class Frank?..."

The tongue tied boy nodded, still staring up at the teacher with the frankly gorgeous hazel eyes.

"Good...carry on."

Then he was walking back to his desk, a swing to his hips that made Frank's jeans get suddenly tighter. Oh God, what he wanted to do to that ass.

"Urgh...I'm screwed..."

He huffed, slamming his head back down.

"Oww."

The rest of the (not quite) art class went by pretty fast, with Pete and the others teasing Frankie about his slip, while he banged his head, almost constantly, onto the desktop.

When the bell rang, signalling the end of the lesson, everyone was suddenly rushing for the door...like their next class was so much better. All of course except for Frank. Sighing deeply, cause this wasn't going to be embarrassing at all, Frank swung his bag over his shoulder and shuffled over towards his teacher's desk.

"You wanted to see me?..."

He murmured, staring at the floor. Mr. Way remained silent and after a minute, Frank raised his eyes, only to find the other man staring right at him, apparently lost in his own thoughts.

"G-Gee?"

The teacher blinked quickly, a blush spreading across his pale cheeks as he dropped his gaze self consciously.

"Yes, I...err..."

He seemed to be struggling a bit.

"I just...err...just wanted to make sure you were ok?..."

He rushed out the last part, his eyes lifting a little to look at Frank. When Frank didn't respond, he continued.

"I mean...err...with the kids laughing and...err...you banging your head?"

My God he was so cute, and he appeared to be shaking with nerves right now. Frank rediscovered his balls then, and stepped closer to the stunning man, a smirk emerging on his face.

"Oh...I'm just fine Gee...How are you doing?"

Another step forward, the teacher's eyes growing wider and his face growing redder with each step the younger man took towards him.

"Err...I...err...F-Frank?"

The man's face looked terrified as his student stalked slowly towards him, swinging his hips and smiling devilishly. But as Frank let his eyes travel down his teacher's quivering body, he was very interested to see the extremely obvious bulge in his pants, a sure sign that he was just as turned on by this as Frank was. Suddenly changing direction, Frank walked over to the door, closed it and clicked the lock, before turning back to see the stunned man climbing unsteadily to his feet and standing with the backs of his thighs pressed against his desk, probably for support.

Grinning mischievously, Frank walked over to him. He appeared frozen in shock.

"Hi there."

He whispered in his teacher's ear as he reached him, before licking his ear slowly. Gee shivered at the small wet touch, letting a soft whine escape his perfect lips.

"Fr-Frankie?"

Woah...did he just call him Frankie?

"Yes Gee?"

Frank asked innocently against the shaking teacher's neck, as he nuzzled his nose against the older man's skin, breathing in his scent of coffee and cigarettes, and still not touching him with his hands.

Gee whimpered, finding it hard to think straight.

"What are you...?"

His breath caught in his throat as Frank started sucking on the spot where his neck meets his shoulder.

"FRANK!"

Frank beamed as he looked up at Gee's huge hazel eyes.

"I know you want this..."

He hummed, finally allowing himself a touch, and pressing his palm against the other man's hard-on...Gee shuddered in delight, his head falling back and his eyes fluttering closed as a breathy moan left his throat and his hands gripped the edge of the desk.

"Tell me what you want Gee..."

Frank whispered, still palming the quickly unraveling man.

"What do you want me to do to you?"

Gee was a whimpering mess by now, his mind had pretty much shut down by this point.

"F-fuck...F-Frankie."

"As you wish..."

Frank grinned, then whispered in Gee's ear.

"Turn around and put your hands on the desk."

Gee complied...

"Frankie...Frankie?...FRANKIE..."

Frank woke up with a groan, cheek stuck to his desk and Pete grinning ear to ear at him.

"Nice dream Frankie?..."

He giggled, eyebrows raised as he nodded toward Frank's obvious hard-on. It was all a dream?...what the fuck?

Lifting his head from the desk, Frank saw that everyone was packing up as it was the end of class. Sudden and crippling embarrassment caused him to slam his head back down, as vivid memories of that dream played through his mind.

"Frankie?"

Pete sounded concerned and as Frank looked up, he saw that half the class was now staring right at him...including his sexy-ass art teacher, his face, a look of worry and confusion. Frank shook his head.

"I'm ok..."

He murmured, though Pete didn't really look convinced.

"Pete...did he say he wanted to see me after class?"

Could that've been part of the dream?

"Jeez Frankie, how hard did you hit your head?..."

Pete giggled. God, if he wasn't with Patrick...

"Yes Frank, he does want to see you...what's wrong with you?"

"Oh nothing a good blow-job couldn't cure."

Frank muttered, a sly smile spreading across his lips as he looked at his friend. Pete leaned in closer, so only Frank could hear him.

"Meet me in the toilets in five..."

Frank's eyes grew wide and he nearly choked on his tongue as he saw the serious look on Pete's face.

"I mean it."

He said with a wink, before grabbing his bag and leaving the room with everyone else. Frank realised he had stopped breathing and his fingers seemed to have gone numb.

"Oh...shit."

He whispered, heart racing in his chest. Had his best friend just offered to get him off?

Everyone had cleared out now, it was just Frank and Gee, and Frank was having trouble thinking straight. Climbing slowly to his feet and swinging his bag onto his shoulder, Frank walked towards his teacher's desk, painfully aware of his hugely tented pants.

"Ahh...Frank. Are you ok?...I know we weren't really doing anything today, but you seemed upset, then you fell asleep. Is everything alright?"

My God, his voice was like honey...Frank felt his dick react, as images from his dream flashed in his horny little teenaged brain. He swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks burn.

"Y-yes sir, I mean...Gee. Pete was just teasing me a bit, I'm ok."

Thank God he hadn't noticed Frank's "problem". The teacher stared at him for a moment, like he was trying to decide something, then smiled sweetly...this guy would be the death of him...swear to God.

"Ok Frank, go get to your next class, I'll see you next time."

Frank grinned back before hurrying from the room. Now, math, or the bathroom?...Easy choice. Opening the boys' washroom door and stepping nervously inside, Frank called out quietly.

"Pete?...you here?"

He couldn't help his voice from shaking a little. Pete stepped out of the stall at the far end, a devilish smirk on his face.

"Glad you came Frankie...now let's help you with that."

On shit...this was gonna be interesting.

Gee stared at the empty doorway. That kid would be the death of him, he was sure of it. Too cute. That hair, those eyes...that mouth...Fuck!...student student student!

Gee sighed deeply, turning back to his messy desk, trying to get some order. He had a whole free period now before his next class full of annoying brats, I mean teenagers, and it might just be enough time to get his mind off a certain short punk kid, who unless his eyes were very much deceiving him, had popped a quite impressively noticeable boner in the middle of the classroom...and now Gee was thinking about Frank's dick! FUCK! STUDENT!

"Who was that?"

Gee's head snapped up towards the doorway at the unexpected voice.

"Wha...? Oh...err...just a kid from my last c-class."

Gee stared nervously down at his hands as Mr. Bennington walked towards him.

"Hmmm..."

The principal frowned, moving to stand behind Gee's chair and placing his hands on his shoulders, the younger man freezing in fear.

"And why were you alone with him? Hmmm?"

His voice was cold as ice. Gee was trembling now, eyes wide, heart pounding, even though he knew he'd done nothing wrong.

"He was u-upset, I was j-just m-making sure he w-was o-ok."

He stammered, tears starting to leak from his eyes as fingers dug painfully into his collarbone.

"Gerard, Gerard, Gerard..."

The principal shook his head in disappointment.

"You're mine, don't ever forget that..."

Gee hated being called that. Only two people had ever called him that, and it always made him feel like he was in trouble...it made him nervous.

"Now, get on your knees..."

He hissed, unzipping his flies.

"It's been too long since I taught you who's boss. Time for another lesson..."

Gee whimpered as he slid down onto the floor in front of this man, who had controlled his life for so long.

"Now suck!..."

Tears streamed down the humiliated boy's face as he took the other's semi-hard member into his mouth and tried not to gag when he started thrusting violently, fucking his throat roughly and fisting Gee's hair, twisting it til some of the roots ripped free.

Eventually, after what felt like forever, the bastard came, shooting great strings of his fowl seed into the younger man's throat.

"Swallow..."

He hissed, before pulling out and zipping up his flies. Gee did as he was told as he collapsed into a crumpled, used heap on the floor.

"Now, who do you belong to?"

He demanded, grabbing Gee's chin and forcing his head up so their eyes met, his cold dark browns staring into Gee's terrified hazels.

"Y-you."

Gee stuttered in little more than a whisper, voice wrecked by his punishment.

"Don't you dare forget it, you little shit."

And with a sharp kick to Gee's stomach, doubling him over in agony, Mr. Bennington stalked away, leaving him a weeping, shaking mess on his classroom floor.

As Frank came down in post-blow-job bliss, Pete wiping his mouth and standing up to face him, a huge grin spreading across his swollen lips, both boys fell suddenly quiet, and stared wide eyed at each other. The door to the washroom had swung open, slamming hard into the wall, and someone had entered the room.

Holding their breaths, and each other's hands, they listened as whoever it was slammed around the small space, crying and smashing a fist into the mirrors, the sound of breaking glass and desperate sobs filling the air.

After a while, the noises having settled down to soft sniffs and whimpers, the mens' room door opened again, and the mystery man departed.

"What the...?"

Pete whispered, still gripping tight to Frank's hand, shaking slightly, scared eyes bugging.

"Fuck if I know."

Frank shook his head, opening the stall door to survey the damage. Well, today was definitely turning out to be interesting.

The washroom was pretty much totalled. Three of the five mirrors had been smashed and Frank could see drops of blood amongst the glinting shards of glass. The paper towel dispenser had been ripped from the wall and now lay broken in one of the sinks, and posters put up to advertise various clubs that Frank wouldn't be caught dead at, were in tatters all over the floor.

"Holy fuck..."

Pete breathed.

"Someone had a bad morning."

He was still holding Frank's hand rather tightly, and Frank was starting to feel a little uncomfortable about it.

"Yeah..."

Frank frowned, pulling his hand free.

"Perhaps we should go check they're ok."

Pete stared at him like he'd just grown a second head.

"I'm not goin' lookin' for 'im...guy's psycho!...look what he did in here."

Frank sighed.

"Do what you want. See you at lunch?"

Pete nodded dejectedly, then watched as Frank slipped out into the corridor.

The hallway was empty, and all the doors off of it were closed...Frank huffed quietly.

"Who are you?"

He whispered, then decided he might as well head over to his next class, as it was due to start in about ten minutes. He'd investigate this mystery later. He didn't see the figure watching him from around the corner, curious hazel eyes observing his every movement as he headed off to English class.

Ohshitohshitohshit...someone had been in there when he pitched his fit?...so not good! And worse...it was Frank. What would he think of him now?...how could he face the cute little teen after that?.

"Urgh...fuck my life."

Gee groaned into his hands. Maybe today was the day he'd end it. If he could just get far enough away from C.B so he couldn't stop him...again. Yes...today was the day he'd do it...today was the day that Gerard Way would die. It wasn't like anyone would miss him, right?

The rest of Frank's school day was pretty boring. He spent most of it doing one of three things-

1. Fantasising about his delicious new art teacher.

2. Trying to think who it could've been who trashed the washroom.

3. Avoiding Pete and Patrick like they had the plague. Pete was his best friend, but he was also with Patrick. What they'd done was wrong. Pete had cheated on Pat with Frank, and now Frank couldn't look at either one of them. Why had he let that happen?

He was also majorly embarrassed that Pete had seen him like that. Your cum face is something you never want your best friend to witness.

"Frank...FRANK..."

Fuck, that was Pat. No time to run, he was coming over.

"Frank..."

Patrick panted, out of breath from running to catch up to his friend.

"Where have you been all day? I haven't seen you since art. What, did you skip or something?"

Frank took a deep breath, then let it slowly out to calm himself before turning to face the other boy, a huge fake grin plastered to his face.

"Oh, hey Pat..."

He could do this, act natural Frank.

"Yeah...I just...err...yeah...skipped."

Woah, lame!

Patrick frowned at him, like he wasn't sure he actually believed him, then smiled, clearly dismissing his concerns.

"Sooo..."

He began thoughtfully.

"The guys are all coming to mine. I lost the game earlier so I gotta buy the beers..."

A regular thing they did to decide who would pay...Frank never lost.

.You in?"

He couldn't do this. He couldn't sit around with Pete and Pat...not after what he'd done. And on top of that, whenever he started drinking beer, he would always get scarily honest...soooo not good right now.

"Sorry Pat..."

Think of a lie, quick.

"I got a...a date."

Yeah, with his hand and a mental picture of Gee. Patrick's eyes grew wide, a large smile splitting his face in two.

"Really? Who is he?...anyone I know?"

"No. He doesn't go here."

Frank smiled back. This lying thing was easy.

"Ok...well I want details tomorrow...I mean..."

He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Details!"

Frank grinned at him.

"It's a first date Pat, there won't be any 'details' to tell."

"Spoilsport..."

Pat grumbled.

"Well, have fun anyway. See ya."

Then he was running off towards his car. Frank sighed, that could've gone a lot worse.

Gee's day had been equally boring. He'd taught three more classes of uninterested teens. He'd daydreamed about Frank and his obviously huge dick, FUCK! STUDENT!...and he'd tried to get time to himself, away from C.B's watchful eyes, so that he could execute his plan...well, himself actually. But it quickly became apparent that the only chance he'd get, was on the way home...and that was only if C.B did the same as this morning and drove off, leaving Gee to walk the two miles home.

Packing up his things at the end of the day, class notes and work that needed marking, Gee sighed as he looked around his empty classroom. He never did want to be a teacher, C.B had forced him into it, ensuring that he could "keep an eye on him", which really meant- control him. Gee wanted to draw comics...that or sing in a band. But it wasn't his life, it hadn't been since a certain Chester Bennington bought him from his druggy parents for a lousy thousand dollars, when he was just ten years old. Since that day, Gee's entire life had been in C.B's hands, to do with as he pleased. And that bastard was a sick fuck!

Turning off the lights and locking his classroom door, Gee headed out of school. Please let C.B have left already?

Gee's luck was not good today. As he walked down the front steps out of the building, he saw the man in question standing against his car, arms crossed over his chest and an angry scowl on his face. Fuck!...not good.

Approaching him, Gee lowered his eyes deferentially, knowing that look meant that he was getting punished for something quite soon, though he wasn't sure what for right now.

"Get here, you little shit."

C.B hissed, grabbing Gee by the throat and slamming his back against the car. Gee whimpered, eyes filling with tears as his whole body started to shake. The car park was deserted, they were the last ones there so there was no one to stop this...no one to save him.

"Please..."

He choked out.

"I c-can't...bre-breath."

"You don't deserve to, you fat fuck."

His fingers tightened around Gee's pale neck, the younger man's eyes bugging as he clawed weakly at his attacker's rough hands. Gee caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. Someone was there. Someone had seen. Someone was gonna help...

Blackness claimed his vision as the world faded around him.

Was this the end? He wanted to die, but not like this. Was this the end?

When Gee woke up, head pounding, throat painful and tight...he was shocked to find himself laying on his bedroom floor, on his back, wearing nothing but his boxers. He groaned, rolling onto his side and squeezing his eyes shut, wrapping his arms around his middle.

What had happened? Had someone stopped C.B? Had he stopped of his own accord? Where did the stranger go? Who was it even? Gee hadn't seen the persons face, didn't even know if they were male or female. God, his head hurt.

"Urrgh."

"Stop your fucking moanin' ya piece o' shit..."

Gee's eyes flew open and he looked quickly towards the rough voice. C.B was sat on the bed, shirtless, a book in his hands and a look of disgust on his face.

"Get on with your work."

Gee noticed his school papers on the floor nearby and quickly obeyed, crawling to them and starting his marking.

It didn't take him long, no more than an hour to complete what he needed to do, then he slid the papers into his messenger bag that he'd found sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, and sat quietly against the wall, awaiting further instructions.

Gee desperately wanted to ask about what had happened in the parking lot, but he knew better that to speak unless spoken to...that was one of the first lessons C.B had taught him, 12 long years ago.

"You finished?..."

Gee jumped at the sudden voice in the quiet of the room. He nodded, keeping his eyes to the floor.

"Good. Now get up here, on you hands and knees."

Tears started to form in the younger man's eyes as he crawled up onto the bed, turning his back toward his master and bracing himself the best he could.

C.B moved around behind him, stripping off his own pants and dragging Gee's boxers down to his knees, then grabbing Gee's thin hips, he lined himself up and forced his way in, not concerned with prepping, or the pain he was causing.

Gee screamed out in agony as his abuser thrust violently into his tight, unstretched hole, his arms shaking until they could no longer hold him up, and he collapsed face first onto the black sheets.

C.B still held his hips tightly, digging his fingers into Gee,s already bruised flesh and pounding into him mercilessly as the black haired boy beneath him screamed and shook with each brutal thrust.

Gee's head was spinning a little and he was starting to see spots. His hearing was becoming muffled and his desperate gasps for air had reduced his screams to heavy sobs and pitiful cries.

C.B was nearly done now, his hips stuttering as he thrust his last, groaning out in ecstasy as Gee's consciousness fell away. With just a couple more hard thrusts he came, striping the younger man's insides before pulling out and rolling Gee's limp body off the bed, to land with a small thump on the floor.

"Fuckin' whore."

He muttered as he left the room, kicking Gee in the face as he went.

Some time later, Gee's eyes fluttered open to see C.B staring down at him.

"Clean yourself up, you little shit..."

He spat.

"You're getting blood on the rug."

Whimpering at the pain shooting up his spine, Gee pushed himself onto his hands and knees and crawled through to the bathroom to shower. Turning on the hot water, he jumped as C.B stepped in behind him.

"You want to know?..."

Gee sent the other man a confused look. C.B grinned back at him.

"About what happened in the car park..."

Gee wanted to know, but knew not to ask. The older man was enjoying this.

"Some little asshole came up behind me...tried to get me to stop..."

He paused for dramatic effect.

"I put him down. He won't be bothering us again..."

His grin, sadistic and cruel, made Gee blanch.

"Ever!"

C.B walked away, laughing at the terrified look on the boy's pale face as he curled into a ball and shook uncontrollably. OhGodOhGodOhGod...what had he done? Had C.B actually killed someone?...and who had it been? Was it a student?...a teacher?

"Fuck."

Gee whispered as he broke down completely. What the Hell should he do now?

When Gee finally pulled himself together enough to move, he dragged himself to his feet and peered nervously out into the bedroom. C.B was sat on the bed, his back to the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him, casually crossed over at the ankles, and he appeared to be fully engrossed in reading some book or other.

Gee quietly closed the door and turned toward the shower, wanting to scrub the crawling, creeping feeling from his skin. Stepping under the near scolding water, he hissed in a sharp breath as the flow hit the many cuts and cigarette burns that littered his pale body. Oh, what he wouldn't give for a locked door and a good, sharp razor right now, but sadly, after the last time he'd tried, C.B had removed the lock and hidden the razors...Gee had to ask just to shave, (legs not face, he never really needed to shave his face that often) and then C.B would stand and watch him as he did it.

Grabbing the shampoo from its little shelf to the right of the shower, Gee squeezed a small amount into his hand and replaced the bottle before massaging the coconut scented liquid through his long black hair. He really wanted to get it cut, but of course, that was up to C.B, and he liked Gee's hair long. Once he was satisfied that his hair was adequately shampooed, he stuck his head back under the hot water and rinsed until the water ran clear, before turning again to the shelf and grabbing the shower gel, again coconut. What was C.Bs obsession with that scent? Gee personally couldn't stand it, but like with everything else, what C.B says, goes. He began to rub the cool gel over his tired body, wincing as it stung his broken skin. Tears slid down his wet cheeks, hidden by the water dripping from his freshly clean hair as he washed away the dried blood and cum from his thighs, scrubbing his skin raw in disgust.

Silently crying in the bathroom, an activity he was more than used to doing, Gee thought back to the car park. It seemed quite possible that at this moment in time, there was someone, either a student or teacher, laying somewhere dead or dying because of C.B, and Gee was terrified of going to school tomorrow and discovering that someone he knew wasn't there anymore.

When the water started to run cold, Gee rinsed himself and turned the shower off before grabbing a towel from the heated rack and stepping out onto the tiled floor. After roughly drying his hair with the towel, as much as he could anyway, he carefully patted his tender body dry before hanging the towel back up and sighing deeply.

Switching off the bathroom light, Gee tentatively opened the door and was instantly relieved to see that C.B was asleep, tucked down under the blankets, his book now on the nightstand and the bedroom lights turned off.

Shivering slightly, he moved to the corner of the room and lowered himself to the floor, curling up into a foetal position and closing his eyes, arms wrapped tight around his thin, trembling body. At least when he slept there was no pain...just dreams of it.

But tonight, he didn't suffer the terrifying nightmares. Somehow, something overrode his fears...or rather, someone...Frank!

Dreams of the cute boy with the very noticeable hard-on spun through the black haired man's mind, giving him the first peaceful nights sleep he'd had in 12 long years.

Tomorrow though, would be a whole different story.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

I'm editing everything...enjoy.
xxx