Forbitten

Chapter 13

"Bright Eyes... wake up," I heard the sweet voice of my lover whisper into my ear. I opened my eyes and squinted, as the light was too much for my sensitive compound lenses. I slowly took in my surroundings as the memories of last night came flooding back to my mind. My cheeks reddened immediately and turned my head towards Dior.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his beautiful hazel orbs staring at me with concern. I swallowed the ball in my throat and answered quietly.

"Okay..." I still couldn't believe it. We had officially consummated our relationship. Of course, we weren't married, but that didn't really matter, not to me. He was finally completely mine. "And you?" I asked. He lifted his hand and gently stroked my hair off of my forehead. His skin was warm against mine.

"I'm amazing... It never felt like that for me before," he replied and his plump lips stretched into a smile.

"So you have done this before?" I knew I shouldn't have been jealous, but I was. I wanted to be the only one to ever touch him with such passion.

"Yeah, a few times..." He trailed off and got a faraway look in his eyes.

"What is it?" I asked, sensing his sudden change in demeanor. I stroked his cheek gently with my small appendage, assuring him that he was safe with me. He would always be. But, as my fingers continued to massage the skin below his eyes, wet droplets fell onto them. He was crying. "Dior, what's wrong?" The sunlight streaming in through his open window made his tears shimmer as they fell from his moist eyes.

"When I first came to God's School for Well-Minded Boys, I became quick friends with the health teacher... Actually, Mos, let's forget it. It's not important," he said, shrugging my hand off of his face.

"But obviously it is..." I said. "You can tell me, it's okay, I promise." I grabbed his hand and intertwined my naked legs with his underneath his blanket.

Dior took a deep breath to compose himself and then began to tell the most horrible story I could have ever imagined. "This teacher that I befriended... At first, it was nice. I would go to his classroom during lunch or we would drink coffee together in the teachers' lounge. But after a few weeks, he became... obsessive. He memorized my schedule, would touch me when students weren't looking, would pack my lunch... I thought he was just overly-friendly, but it kept happening. He wouldn't stop." His voice shook and he paused for a short moment. "Then, one day he asked me out for drinks after a school dance we were both chaperoning. I agreed, I was going to tell him to ease off," as he spoke, another tear fell from his cheek and onto the bed, staining the sheets. "I remember taking a sip of my beer, and everything became fuzzy..." As more tears began to fall between us, I realized some of them were mine.

"He said... that I wasn't special, that this is how all the new teachers started. He said it was an initiation of sorts..." I could see the pain behind his eyes, and felt the same type of pain in my heart.

"Dior, it's okay, you don't have to say any more... I understand what it's like to be used as a plaything, I understand," I whispered into his ear as I held his crying head to my chest. He suckled at my nipples like a baby to its mother's bare nurturing bosom. This continued until it felt like he suckled me dry.

"I'm sorry, Mos, it helps me calm down..."

I stroked his hair and hushed him. "That's okay, I understand. I'm so sorry that this happened to you." I paused and we laid in silence, just soaking in each other's presence. "You know, before I was adopted, I lived in an orphanage." His head rose from its position on my chest and he looked at me quizzically.

"Really?"

"Yeah... and every day after breakfast, when Sister Salmonella went out to take the laundry off the line, the other kids would chase after me with bottles of bug spray... It stung so badly, I can almost still feel it," I shared. I had never told anyone that, not Sister Salmonella, not Katherine, not Bryin, not Terry. I took a sharp intake of breath before continuing. "I'll never understand what you went through, Dior, but I can relate to overcoming trauma." I wiped the last falling tear from his eye and kissed him gently on the lips.