SEVENS

DONT DOUBT ME

Break couldn't last forever. I had naïvely convinced a small part of myself hat it would, that I could stay with Pierre, with Selina, with Jean. But reality said no, and I'd never liked wishing and hoping anyway.

It was strange, the transition back to school. First of all Jean was somehow happier than I'd ever seen him. I wasn't stupid enough to think it was because of me and that maybe some part of him knew I was his brother and he was mine. It was probably just that he'd had time away from school, had time with his family, hell even I was happier spending just two days with them.

Second was that Raf hadn't waisted any time in getting me pinned against a wall attacking my throat with his lips the first evening back, just after dinner, while Jean was catching some extra practice time. It almost made being sent away from the Bissette house bearable.

My breath caught. I could barely make sense of what was what as Raf's mouth worked against mine. His tongue pressing and exploring. His hips, thighs struggling to keep mine pinned where he wanted me. I didn't understand why he was acting this way, acting so forward, so—hot. But I didn't care. I'd never thought someone would come back for me, and this— his— his eager neediness. The kissing. It was like he was presenting me with a chest of gold.

But Raf pulled away, panting, and pressed his head into the crook of my neck. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.

I blinked, trying to focus around a rising need. "You're? Huh?"

I could feel his lips on my neck as he spoke. "I didn't contact you at all over break. I didn't say goodbye."

"I don't care—" I really didn't, he was here now, he was back. He had come back to me and I hadn't had to chase him at all.

"It was a family emergency, my grandpa. He had a stroke. And then I had to deal with my dad and—" he was shaking against me. The reaction was enough to startle me a little. Raf never lost his composure. I thought back to what he had said of his dad. All I could remember was that he didn't approve of Raf being gay.

"Raf, hey. It's okay I'm happy you still like me so I don't care about—"

"He asked if I was still going to hell," he barely whispered it but with his mouth against my throat it was almost as if I had spoken the words myself. "When I told him nothing had changed— he offered to send me back to camp, like he would be doing me a favor."

I froze. I got angry, a lot, I had started more fights in my life than I could count and hadn't won even half of them, but never had I wanted to kill someone I hadn't met.
I could feel Raf shaking against me, feel his breath shuddering against my throat. I couldn't form words. But Raf didn't need them.

"Don't doubt me." He whispered, "don't doubt that I would come back for you. Because I will. You're my proof, Alexei, that I'm not evil. That I'm not vile. You're proof that what they tried to make me believe, all the things they told me, that they're false. You're proof that I can love and it can be good."

I moved my hand, the one that had been tangled in his hair, to cup his face and bring it so I could look into his eyes. His eyes held the night, and I'd never been so enchanted by the dark.
"I'll kill him." I whispered.

He chuckled, like he thought I was joking, but leaned forward and pressed his lips back to mine.

A|N: it's short and hopefully sweet but I'm just going to try and update all the chapters from my last draft so that they fit the events of this one, I know there was some hesitation as to if I would keep going with this draft but it's probably a good idea that I do. Thanks for the support, keep commenting and liking or whatever it makes my day to see that I can make others happy through writing.