Kiss Me (yaoi / boyxboy)

Chapter 8

A/N Just a quick sorry for the last "chapter"... It sounded mean towards directioners- it's not them I have a problem with, it's the writer of that fan-fic.. Also, I'll be swapping back and forth quite a bit between POV's in this chapter so further on I'll just use _____ to signify a POV change



Drake

I turn the little metal ring over and over in my pocket, something I do so often I barely even notice anymore. For some reason, today it reminds me of him.

I don't think I've ever actually been to this part of the school before. Art always seemed so pointless to me that I never bothered to even go to the lessons. I was bored so I thought I'd have a look for him. It makes me smile even now, thinking about what his face will look like when I turn up in front of him. Scared or angry? Both are equally as good.

Over the week I'd cancelled out places that he might be. Now there's only one part of the school left and I walk down the corridor, knowing that I'm finally about to find him.

As I'm nearing the last door, a kid wearing glasses sticks his head out, looking up and down the corridor then calling back into the room, "I can't see him, Corey." A feeling in my stomach tells me that something's not right...

"Hey, kid!" I call to him. He looks at me, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

As I get near him he walks backwards, hitting his head on the half open door.

"I don't have any money or a-anything-" His pitifulness makes me annoyed as he rubs the back of his head, grimacing.

I roll my eyes, "I don't want your money."

"Hey, you're Drake Jones, aren't you?" another kid- I'm guessing the one called Corey that Four Eyes was talking to- appears at the door.

"Yeah."

"My brother told me about you, he said that you-"

"Shut up." I turn back to Four Eyes, "You know Grey?"

Corey steps forward, standing between me and Four Eyes, his arms crossed as if he's going to intimidate me, "And what if we do know him?"

"Where is he?"

Corey scratches his head, "Actually, I was just asking the same thing..."

I frown, I don't like the idea that something of mine is lost. "When did you last see him?"

"I'm not certain, he didn't leave that long ago. He went that way." Four Eyes points towards a door at the end of the corridor, the one that leads to a stair well.

"Cheers, Four Eyes." I can feel that darkness coming. The one that takes over, making me see red until it disapears when it feels satisfyed that it's seen enough blood. Some people say I'm a crazy but I think I'm just protective over my stuff and if anyone takes my stuff... If anyone breaks my stuff in any way... Well, let's just say they'll think twice before they touch anyone's posessions again.

Grey

A shiver runs up my spine. Every little reaction I have makes me feel guilty- makes me feel like I'm betraying Eli, even though he's not mine to betray. I squeeze my eyes shut, blocking out the view of this guy and this grotty storage room he'd dragged me into. I try again to twist my wrists out of his tie which he'd used to bind my hands- above my head- to a section of pipe. It's too tight, every twist stings. My body feels hot and I pant as he traces his tounge over my chest, unable to stop my body reacting to his touch.

He'd shoved me down onto a table, and tied me so that I'm half-lying, the small of my back on the edge of the table. He's standing between my legs, his erection pressed against me. His hand suddenly drops lower, down to my flies where he slowly starts to unzip them. I snap open my eyes, staring at him in horror. I knew this was coming and yet, with every new touch it feels like a new realisation that this isn't some horrible nightmare. He looks down at me through eyes fueled with a wild lust, a wolfish grin on his face. I shake my head, willing him to stop because that's all I can do with my own tie gagging my mouth.

My heart thumps hard against my chest, so aware of where his hand is. Stop. Oh god, this can't be happening.

Drake

Where the hell is he? Someone's got him, my every instincts is shouting it at me- what they could be doing to him this very moment.
A guttural snarl escapes my throat as I run down the stairs.
"Grey?" I shout, in the desperate hope that he'll reply.
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I heard something- I could've sworn someone just shouted my name. It gives me a rush of adrenaline, giving me back done strength. Whether someone comes or not, I'm not going to just lie here and let myself be taken.
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Shit, I'm really losing it now. The edge of my vision is clouded in red. I jump the last few steps, landing in an empty hallway, alone with just the echoes of my loud steps. One end is a door to outside. It's part open.
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The sound of thudding steps sound from the hall on the other side of the door. I really did hear someone... The guy freezes, head whipping towards the door. I've got to make a noise, they're so close, I can escape! My breath quickens, scared of what he'll do if I call for help but scared of what he'll do if I don't.
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Slamming through the door, I quickly scan the area small, enclosed area- nothing but cracked tarmac and a high fence.
I recognise it as a smoking spot, judging by all the burnt out cigarettes dotted around the place. Not that I smoke round here, I prefer places that don't stink of piss. He's not here. Then where the hell is he?
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I take a breath in, then shout for all I'm worth. The guy's hand is quick over my mouth but I keep shouting for help,
"Shut your goddamn mouth." His threatening growl doesn't work and I glare at him, using my newfound strength to kick him as hard as I can in the crotch.
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I hear something back inside the school- the panic suddenly back.
I run back inside, noticing a grey door for the first time just off one side of the hall. I try the handle- its locked. This close I can hear someone in excruciating pain. If that guy has hurt him in any way, I swear- I step back, swinging my leg and kicking the door so hard it breaks the lock and slams open.
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Drake looks from me to the guy groaning on the floor and holding his crotch to me again. He's breathing heavily, as if he's out of breath... well, he did just smash open a door with one kick.
I feel a wave of relief rush over me, I'm okay, everything's going to be okay. Then I remember that this is the guy who basically told me that I was going to get "eaten" by the guys at this school and a slight fear returns to my stomach.
He rushes over to me, his whole body shaking. He slams his fist into the surface of the table.

"Shit." he breathes. "what the hell is wrong with me?" I don't quite understand what he's saying... The nausea is back- that temporary strength is long gone by now.

He unties my hands and removes the gag from my mouth. He helps me from the table, a still shaking hand on my back. I stand upright for a moment but without any warning, my knees give way and Drake catches me before I hit the floor. I try to apologise but I can't make the words come out. I feel confused, I can't remember why we're in some oversized cupboard... Or why there's a guy on the floor... Or why there's another guy pulling me up into his arms.

I stare up at him until his face blurs out of focus. "You'll be the death of me, little lamb..." He says. And then my world goes black.