Rumi's boarding house for the needy and the lost.

Elizah's promise

Elizah stood by the door. He couldn't decide whether to hide in Lovi's room or to return to Kyle. His heart ached to go and apologize. To make up for his actions. How evil he must seem. Kyle must hate him, Kyle must have told someone by now. Elizah kept imagining people coming in and dragging him away. Punching him, like Lovi had. Beating him for his attempt, but no one came. He stood there, heart pounding, as Lovi hummed a sick tune. Lovi was wiping his knives and in his eyes his mother sat next to him on his bed.

"Don't worry, love. He's a good boy." she cooed in his ear as he wiped the knife with a cloth once more. Lovi nodded as he looked up. Elizah walked from the room and Lovi bit the inside of his cheek. His mother began to hum the same tune as him as Elizah shut the door. "I worry about them." Lovi says as he turns his eyes back to his mother. She was still all in beauty as if she hadn't died from saving Phillip. "Hug your brothers for me." she sighed before her figure faded and disappeared. Lovi nodded again as he put down his widling knife and pulled out another one, this one covered in dry blood.

Elizah walked down the hall, slowly. The bedroom door was wide open, but he entered and only found a distraught Kyle. Kyle had his head on the bottom bunk. His tears soaking the sheets. "Kyle." Elizah said as he slowly shut the door behind him. Kyle didn't move, but wept into the sheets. His pain was unbearable, both boys' hearts were breaking. Kyle couldn't help, but yearn for the drugs Elizah had cast away. He wanted something to take his mind off of his father, anything at this moment!

"Kyle." Elizah said again as he walked over to the bed. He sat down next to Kyle and wrapped his arms around him. He forced Kyle into a hug. He didn't know much about comforting people. But he was trying to remember how Lindy and his mother had comforted him. "P-pl-ease." Kyle cried as he attempted to push Elizah off, but his lack of strength and shaking made it impossible. "No, Kyle. I have to be honest. I want to love you. But I can only do that if you love me too. I've been with many people and not one of them loved me..." Elizah felt his own tears well up as he tried to steady his voice. "I will not l-let you hurt yourself. I will not le-let anyone hurt you. And I-I will love you until I-i die." Elizah stuttered. He felt his own tears take over his cheeks. "I pro-promise." he cried

Kyle couldn't believe his ears. No one could love him, how could they? Who would love a boy violated by his own father. A boy drown in sin time and time again when a hooker couldn't be bought for his own father? Kyle didn't want to believe that Elizah loved him, but if he didn't then Elizah wouldn't have stopped. Elizah would have continued, wouldn't he? Kyle shook even more violently as he gripped Elizah's hands. He felt all the pain and anger and depression pour out at once and he cried so violently he thought he'd run out of tears. He cried without any sound, his face to the ceiling as if anywhere else, but that white space, woud bring him more tears.

Elizah nuzzled his face into Kyle's back and began hugged the boy. They stayed like that for an eternity. Kyle shaking in Elizah's arms, Elizah nuzzled into Kyle's neck crook. They sat there in silence, listening to the sounds of eating below. Both boys were filled with a sad bliss, their stomachs heated along with their chest. Kyle finally stopped weeping and he wiped at his eyes. He felt a burning within him and blush crept over his face. Why at a time like this must he yearn for  that!

He took a chance and looked down. Kyle saw that he was ready for the acts to begin, his member standing straight. Kyle needed to do it, it was starting to heat him up. He moaned a bit and soon felt something against him....Seems he isn't the only one. Elizah kissed Kyle's neck and grew as Kyle moaned slightly. "Kyle...." Elizah said as Kyle reached behind him, his fingers wrapped securely about Elizah. Kyle blushed as he felt Elizah grip him too. "Ugh." Kyle moaned.

"So this is what we're doing?" Elizah asked as he tightened his grip. Oh, how he loved to hear Kyle moan that way. They sat there for a few moments. Before Elizah attempted to stand, but Kyle's hold only tightened and he groaned in slight pleasure. "Damn!" Elizah said as he released Kyle and turned him so that he was on his back. Kyle looked up at Elizah, his hand still holding him.

Elizah looked over his shoulder. How could Kyle want this so sudden? Hadn't he been upset because Elizah had made advances no more than an hour ago. But Kyle begged with his eyes, damn how could Elizah resist. "I won't stop this time." Elizah growled as Kyle pulled a little.

It didn't take more than a few minutes before they were both naked and the games had begun. They fondeled eachother. Using pieces of the T-shirts to hold in their moans. Finally, Elizah positioned himself after widening Kyle. "P-please N-no-now!" Kyle cried and Elizah thrusted in. Kyle ran his hands all over Elizah as they made love. Elizah turned red and it didn't take long for his thrusts to get harder and deeper. He hit Kyle's sweet spot before they both released. Elizah then pulled them both into the bottom bunk.

"I-i lov-e you." Kyle whimpered and Elizah covered them both with the sheets. "I love you too." Elizah replied as they both fell asleep.