“Fucking Faggot”
Angelo was slammed back into the lockers by two boys about twice his size. Blood dripping from his lips and nose, teeth stained red as he hissed in pain. He had been cornered in the boys locker room after gym. Angelo wanted to just get dressed and head out but these idiots had different plans.
“Aw Fuck off Ya’ ain’t even gotta worry about me. Ya ain’t my type.” Angelo spat in the biggest boy’s face. “ ‘Sides… What you scared of? You brought five guys to fight little ol’ me?” The boy who called him a faggot wound up for another hit. Well shit, this was gonna really mess up his complexion.
That was when they all heard the sound of two skulls hitting metal, possibly a crack too. Angelo glanced up and grinned as he saw the love of his life dropping two unconscious boys on the ground. Head shaped dents in the lockers behind him.
“Well… I’d say two against three is far more fair wouldn’t you say Angelo?” Alastor’s smile sent the good kind of shivers down Angelo’s spine. The blonde grinning like a mad man as the two holding him let go.
“Boss, it’s the butchers kid.” The smaller one said with panic lacing his tone. “We’re outta here.” Before either of them could run, Angelo locked his long fingers into their hair. He gripped as hard as he could and slammed their faces together. Yup, definitely heard a crack that time.
“Now, two on one.” Angelo’s voice was a purr as he stepped over the two boys at his feet. “Kinky… I’ve heard threesoms can be fun.” Angelo may be tall and lanky, but everyone in school knew not to challenge the Ragni boys. Angelo couldn’t help but laugh hysterically as the big tough junior boy ran, looking like he was about to piss himself.
“Mon Ange…” Angelo turned to see Alastor, arms crossed and grinning. “The school year has already started and you’ve gotten yourself all bloodied…” The smaller brunette stepped forward and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe at the others face. “Your nose looks fine at least. You may have a black eye for a few days though.” His voice was calculated, hiding that beautiful accent his mother gave him.
“Aw c’mon babe. No fun if I don’t at least try to beat Aurick’s record.” Angelo smiled, then tried to lean in for a kiss. Alastor held up a hand and gently pushed Angelo away.
“You know how I feel about PDA Angelo.” Alastor sighed, his smile dropping a couple degrees.
“Yeah, but I know how much you like the taste of my blood.” There was a moment’s pause. Alastor was staring at Angelo in mild disbelief.
“One day I am going to regret telling you things.” Then the collide of their lips. Angeloo had to lean down only a little, he liked seeing Alastor stretch for kisses. There was a tangle of tongues until Angelo’s lips and teeth were clean. A gasp, a nip, and a grin. Angelo leaned back with a blush and watched Alastor put the bloodied handkerchief away.
“Now finish changing, I have biology next and I don’t want to be late.” Angelo watched the small brunette go to the exit of the locker room to wait for him.
Angelo changed quickly back into the school uniform. Red slacks, blazer with the school logo, some angel wings and a key, and a white button up. Angelo had already gotten some blood on the button up thanks to one of his brother’s buddies. The guy tried to proposition Angelo and didn’t want to take no for an answer. He could have gotten the guy arrested for technically harassing a minor, but then he wouldn’t have gotten the satisfaction of shattering the guys nose himself.
Once Angelo made his way back to Alastor they each shared a smile and took to the halls. At school, they kept their relationship silent. As it was, they never put a name to what they were. Boyfriend never sounded right. They had grown up together. Alastor the son of the city’s butcher, and Angelo one of the three children to Henroin the local ‘businessman’. Every one knew the two families were tied closely, but no one knew just what the connection was.
