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sailorstarsunOk, like I said before, I'm going to go ahead and start posting the little things I've been writing here. I'd like some comments and construction.
In fact, I've turned on anonymous commenting, so if you guys reading this without an IJ account want to say something, you can.
And... I don't know what else to say, so I'll just do it.
Title: One Last Chance
Genre: drama, romance, mm/yaoi/slash/gay/whatever you want to call it
Rating: R/NC-17 - there are some detailed sex scenes, but it's not a smut story
Warnings: Some of those sex scenes are a bit rough, but everything is consensual. Also, if you're perceptive, spoilers. >3
Chapter Notes: I hate this chapter. Which kinda sucks when you consider it's the opening chapter. I think it needs to be redone, but I don't know... words.
Chapter 1
A demon prowled corridors of Wextbury Boys Boarding School.
His footsteps echoed down the empty hallways, long legs carrying him to the classroom. Room 209, last door on the left. More than a little late, but he really didn’t care. His family was too rich for the school to kick him out - they’d simply hate to lose his father’s endorsements.
At the same time, if he skipped any more classes and the boarding school made another call home, then his father would pull him out and put him into military school. Probably after beating his ass, first. If he had to choose between this stuffy hellhole full of self-important snobs, and being screamed at by brainless muscle-heads all day, he’d stick with the snobs. At least here he could sleep in.
When he strode into the classroom, the professor sent him a scathing glare, immediately setting to bitch and hiss at him. “Nicholai Volkov, do you know how to tell time?”
He wanted to retort with some witty comeback, but couldn’t think of any, so defaulted to pissy. “Yeah, just didn’t feel like getting up.”
“Time is precious,” she nagged. “Now button your shirt and tie your tie.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Don’t you lie to me.”
He ignored the old bat, and turned to head for his usual seat at the back of the class. But to his surprise, and much more to his irritation, there was an unfamiliar face sitting at his desk. He stopped short and glared, burning a hole into that new face with his golden eyes.
“We’re waiting.”
“There’s someone in my seat.”
“Then you’ll have to sit elsewhere.”
Nicholai didn’t look away from the strange kid, and found the other boy was staring right back. The face was expressionless, but he read defiance in the grey eyes he’d met. “Who is he?”
“He’s already done his self introduction,” Mrs. Feldspar replied. “Since you were late, you’ll have to meet him on your own time, Mr. Social.”
“Che..”
“Now sit down.”
“There’s someone in my seat.”
And then he saw it. That kid – the brat in his seat – smiled. A ghost of a smile, a pull at the corners of his mouth, and Nicholai knew the stranger was amused by this. Like this were a game, or more accurately, he looked as if he were fascinated by a new bit of entertainment.
Nicholai was not amused, at all. He didn’t like being some little shit’s entertainment, and he didn’t like people showing up out of nowhere and acting like they can do whatever they want. “Tell him to move.”
“I’m afraid not. You’ll just have to sit somewhere else today. Look.” The old woman gestured to an empty seat. “There’s a place for you right here, in the front row.”
He snarled, then reared up a long leg and kicked the empty desk she’d pointed to. Half the class jumped, startled by the sound of splintering wood as the desk hit the one next to it. The chair clattered backwards, leaving the space where the seat used to be empty.
Nicholai stormed out of the room.
Fuck it. He’d rather face military school.
“Nico…?”
He exhaled the puff of cigarette smoke and rolled his eyes to the direction of the voice. As expected, the one person who knew to find him here stood there, looking nervous. This was their spot, after all. An unused storage room, probably forgotten, on the other side of the boiler room. Nicholai suspected the boilers next door were leaking into the room, making it too damp to be useful for storage, so it had been emptied, and remained that way. The only door to the room was padlocked shut, but he’d found a vent in the adjoining room that even he could fit though. He’d taken measures to hide the vent with random junk, and so far had been successful in keeping the place all to himself.
Except for Clay. Clay was the only person at the all-boys school who was actually willing to get near Nicholai, so he’d developed something of a soft spot for the little brunette.
Today, however, he wasn’t feeling very soft at all.
His eyes rolled back to the spot of the ceiling he’d been staring at while Clay persisted quietly. “I heard what happened in your homeroom this morning… Mrs. Feldspar is looking for you. She’s really mad.”
Taking one last drag of the cigarette, he flicked the rest of the stick to the other side of the room, letting the embers die out on their own on the concrete floor. “I don’t care.”
“And… Henri got hurt when the desk you kicked hit his. They say his hand might be broken.”
Nicholai just gave a bitter laugh. Guess the priss wouldn’t be playing much polo now, would he?
“Nico!”
He turned then, standing fluidly and crossing the room in a few long strides. Grabbing Clay by his shirtfront, he easily lifted the other boy off his feet, giving him a shake for good measure. “I don’t care!”
Tears quickly filled Clay’s dark brown eyes as he grabbed Nicholai’s hands, trying to ease the strain at his neck. “Nico, you’re… hurting me!”
Nicholai let him drop, not even looking at him as the boy coughed from where he sat on the floor. He headed toward the vent, suddenly wanting to be outside, free of the school’s walls. Maybe he’d sneak off the grounds, go for a long walk, go for a swim. Anything, as long as it didn’t involve staying here.
Maybe… but he’d probably end up just going back to his dorm room and punching things.
“Nico…” He stopped at the voice, and let Clay continue. “Are… are we still having our date tonight?”
Golden eyes flickered, and Nicholai’s lips curved into a smirk. If nothing else, at least he’d get laid tonight. “Sure,” he replied, as he looked back over his shoulder. “If I haven’t been kicked out of this place by then, we’ll definitely have it.”
Instantly, Clay’s tears turned into a smile. “Okay!”
Unfortunately, he had to pass by Feldspar’s office to get to the dorms. He was hoping if he were quiet enough he could sneak by unnoticed, but this had already proven to be Not His day. Just when he’d thought he’d gotten by, he heard a howling of “Nicholai Volkov, get in here! Now!” He gave a small growl, then followed the voice through the door.
She started to tell him to sit, but he plopped into a chair before she could finish, effectively cutting off her command. So instead she took her own spot behind a wooden desk, and gave him a look. He simply looked right back, knowing his strange golden eyes and silver hair made him appear unearthly. If she wanted a staring contest, he’d give her one, and chances were he’d win.
As expected, she eventually spoke. “Your behavior this morning is unacceptable.”
He looked away, feigning boredom. Nothing pissed a teacher off more than a student who wouldn’t pay attention.
“Another student was hurt because of you.”
His head turned toward the window, looking outside, wishing he could be there.
“Of course, your father will be expected to pay for Henri’s medical expenses.” She was getting angry; he could hear the strain of trying to keep her voice even. “Since you’re here, how about we give him a call right now?”
She picked up the receiver of her office phone, but stopped short when his eyes alone moved to look at her. “You know what’ll happen, right?” His head slowly turned to meet the gaze of his eyes as he spoke. “My father has said, one more call to him and he’ll pull me from this school. Wextbury Boys Boarding School will lose not only the tuition, but also my father’s donations and endorsements. And it’d be all. Your. Fault.” He wagged a finger back and forth in time with the last three words. “You should probably just send that medical bill directly to Father’s accountant so he doesn’t find out. Wouldn’t want the consequences to come out of your salary, now would we?”
There was a moment of stillness before Feldspar set the receiver back down. “Nicholai,” she started with a disturbingly calm look. “There is not a faculty member in this entire school who would blame me for having you taken out of here. You are a threat to the staff, the students, and to the institution itself. What do you think would happen if Henri’s family decided to sue us for failing to protect him on our grounds? What would become of our reputation if word got out that we allowed a wild animal to roam our halls? There are plenty of teachers here who would be happy to see you leave.”
Nicholai scowled, his hand involuntarily clenching into a tight fist. He knew nobody wanted him around – not even his own family; he’d been at boarding schools since he was six – but hearing someone say it so blatantly made him seethe.
To hell with them, then.
He stood up, ready to start packing. Military school it was; at least he looked good in green.
“Sit down!” the professor instructed before he could make his exit. “And let me finish.” When he was sat, she continued. “I’m going to give you one more chance. One more chance. If you harm another student, I will make the call. If you damage another piece of school property, I will call. If you are late for class, caught smoking, stealing, cheating, gambling, or anything, I will make the call. And for god’s sake, wear your uniform properly!”
“Well shit, can I breathe?”
“Only if you do it properly! Your future is in my hands, young man, don’t mess it up!”
He scowled deeper. This woman thought she had some kind of power over him, and the premise was as sickening as it was laughable. His future was in his own hands.
Wasn’t it?
He stood and stormed out of the office, pissed. He was sick of this. Sick of everything. Sick of everything always going wrong and nobody caring. Sick of looking at these perfect little bitches with their perfect little lives where everything they ever wanted happened for them just perfectly. And when someone who had it a little bit harder came around, they shunned him, because he might tarnish all that god-damned perfection.
Or maybe he himself scared them off with his bad attitude and violent behavior, but he couldn’t change himself, and right then he really didn’t care. Nobody could understand him and nobody bothered to try, so fuck ‘em all.
Fuck them all, and fuck this day. This entire day had been shit from the start. From the minute he walked into that old bitch’s classroom. From the second he laid eyes on-
Nicholai stopped, his eyes growing darker.
He knew whose fault this was.
“Nico!” the little brunette gasped from under him. “That- that hurts!”
The promised ‘date’ had been little more than a shared dinner that Clay had managed to smuggle out of the dining hall, and a bottle of vodka. Nicholai was silent while they ate and drank, letting Clay do all the talking until the bottle ran dry. Happy and drunk, the smaller boy was easy to pry open, as it were.
But Nicholai was still angry at everything, and he took out his frustration on the other student. He’d pushed in with little preparation, and was soon thrusting at a fevered pace. Clay’s yelps as his thin hips were gripped by strong fingers only made Nicholai want to pound harder.
“Nico!”
He gave another hard thrust, pushing Clay forward, almost causing him to hit his face on the concrete floor. He caught himself with his arms, and the slight shift in position raised his ass higher, giving Nicholai more access to push in deeper.
It felt good.
No matter how shitty the day had been, no matter how much everything pissed him off, it always made him feel better to have a piece of this tight ass.
Reaching forward, he grabbed a handful of Clay’s straight brown hair, and yanked the boy up and against him. Clay cried out, but Nicholai didn’t loosen his hold.
“You,” he gasped against the other’s ear, “are the best thing that’s happened to me all day.”
Then he bit down hard on Clay’s shoulder, causing him to cry louder. Blood ran from the wound as he pulled away, and he gave it a short lick. It would definitely leave a mark, but it would remain hidden, and Clay would never tell anyone about it.
And that was good, because Nicholai only had one more chance until he was pulled from the school.
One more chance.
A feral grin crossed his lips as he continued to pound into the small, willing body.
One free pass to do whatever he wanted.
He knew just what to use it on.
/chapter 1
In fact, I've turned on anonymous commenting, so if you guys reading this without an IJ account want to say something, you can.
And... I don't know what else to say, so I'll just do it.
Title: One Last Chance
Genre: drama, romance, mm/yaoi/slash/gay/whatever you want to call it
Rating: R/NC-17 - there are some detailed sex scenes, but it's not a smut story
Warnings: Some of those sex scenes are a bit rough, but everything is consensual. Also, if you're perceptive, spoilers. >3
Chapter Notes: I hate this chapter. Which kinda sucks when you consider it's the opening chapter. I think it needs to be redone, but I don't know... words.
Chapter 1
A demon prowled corridors of Wextbury Boys Boarding School.
His footsteps echoed down the empty hallways, long legs carrying him to the classroom. Room 209, last door on the left. More than a little late, but he really didn’t care. His family was too rich for the school to kick him out - they’d simply hate to lose his father’s endorsements.
At the same time, if he skipped any more classes and the boarding school made another call home, then his father would pull him out and put him into military school. Probably after beating his ass, first. If he had to choose between this stuffy hellhole full of self-important snobs, and being screamed at by brainless muscle-heads all day, he’d stick with the snobs. At least here he could sleep in.
When he strode into the classroom, the professor sent him a scathing glare, immediately setting to bitch and hiss at him. “Nicholai Volkov, do you know how to tell time?”
He wanted to retort with some witty comeback, but couldn’t think of any, so defaulted to pissy. “Yeah, just didn’t feel like getting up.”
“Time is precious,” she nagged. “Now button your shirt and tie your tie.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Don’t you lie to me.”
He ignored the old bat, and turned to head for his usual seat at the back of the class. But to his surprise, and much more to his irritation, there was an unfamiliar face sitting at his desk. He stopped short and glared, burning a hole into that new face with his golden eyes.
“We’re waiting.”
“There’s someone in my seat.”
“Then you’ll have to sit elsewhere.”
Nicholai didn’t look away from the strange kid, and found the other boy was staring right back. The face was expressionless, but he read defiance in the grey eyes he’d met. “Who is he?”
“He’s already done his self introduction,” Mrs. Feldspar replied. “Since you were late, you’ll have to meet him on your own time, Mr. Social.”
“Che..”
“Now sit down.”
“There’s someone in my seat.”
And then he saw it. That kid – the brat in his seat – smiled. A ghost of a smile, a pull at the corners of his mouth, and Nicholai knew the stranger was amused by this. Like this were a game, or more accurately, he looked as if he were fascinated by a new bit of entertainment.
Nicholai was not amused, at all. He didn’t like being some little shit’s entertainment, and he didn’t like people showing up out of nowhere and acting like they can do whatever they want. “Tell him to move.”
“I’m afraid not. You’ll just have to sit somewhere else today. Look.” The old woman gestured to an empty seat. “There’s a place for you right here, in the front row.”
He snarled, then reared up a long leg and kicked the empty desk she’d pointed to. Half the class jumped, startled by the sound of splintering wood as the desk hit the one next to it. The chair clattered backwards, leaving the space where the seat used to be empty.
Nicholai stormed out of the room.
Fuck it. He’d rather face military school.
“Nico…?”
He exhaled the puff of cigarette smoke and rolled his eyes to the direction of the voice. As expected, the one person who knew to find him here stood there, looking nervous. This was their spot, after all. An unused storage room, probably forgotten, on the other side of the boiler room. Nicholai suspected the boilers next door were leaking into the room, making it too damp to be useful for storage, so it had been emptied, and remained that way. The only door to the room was padlocked shut, but he’d found a vent in the adjoining room that even he could fit though. He’d taken measures to hide the vent with random junk, and so far had been successful in keeping the place all to himself.
Except for Clay. Clay was the only person at the all-boys school who was actually willing to get near Nicholai, so he’d developed something of a soft spot for the little brunette.
Today, however, he wasn’t feeling very soft at all.
His eyes rolled back to the spot of the ceiling he’d been staring at while Clay persisted quietly. “I heard what happened in your homeroom this morning… Mrs. Feldspar is looking for you. She’s really mad.”
Taking one last drag of the cigarette, he flicked the rest of the stick to the other side of the room, letting the embers die out on their own on the concrete floor. “I don’t care.”
“And… Henri got hurt when the desk you kicked hit his. They say his hand might be broken.”
Nicholai just gave a bitter laugh. Guess the priss wouldn’t be playing much polo now, would he?
“Nico!”
He turned then, standing fluidly and crossing the room in a few long strides. Grabbing Clay by his shirtfront, he easily lifted the other boy off his feet, giving him a shake for good measure. “I don’t care!”
Tears quickly filled Clay’s dark brown eyes as he grabbed Nicholai’s hands, trying to ease the strain at his neck. “Nico, you’re… hurting me!”
Nicholai let him drop, not even looking at him as the boy coughed from where he sat on the floor. He headed toward the vent, suddenly wanting to be outside, free of the school’s walls. Maybe he’d sneak off the grounds, go for a long walk, go for a swim. Anything, as long as it didn’t involve staying here.
Maybe… but he’d probably end up just going back to his dorm room and punching things.
“Nico…” He stopped at the voice, and let Clay continue. “Are… are we still having our date tonight?”
Golden eyes flickered, and Nicholai’s lips curved into a smirk. If nothing else, at least he’d get laid tonight. “Sure,” he replied, as he looked back over his shoulder. “If I haven’t been kicked out of this place by then, we’ll definitely have it.”
Instantly, Clay’s tears turned into a smile. “Okay!”
Unfortunately, he had to pass by Feldspar’s office to get to the dorms. He was hoping if he were quiet enough he could sneak by unnoticed, but this had already proven to be Not His day. Just when he’d thought he’d gotten by, he heard a howling of “Nicholai Volkov, get in here! Now!” He gave a small growl, then followed the voice through the door.
She started to tell him to sit, but he plopped into a chair before she could finish, effectively cutting off her command. So instead she took her own spot behind a wooden desk, and gave him a look. He simply looked right back, knowing his strange golden eyes and silver hair made him appear unearthly. If she wanted a staring contest, he’d give her one, and chances were he’d win.
As expected, she eventually spoke. “Your behavior this morning is unacceptable.”
He looked away, feigning boredom. Nothing pissed a teacher off more than a student who wouldn’t pay attention.
“Another student was hurt because of you.”
His head turned toward the window, looking outside, wishing he could be there.
“Of course, your father will be expected to pay for Henri’s medical expenses.” She was getting angry; he could hear the strain of trying to keep her voice even. “Since you’re here, how about we give him a call right now?”
She picked up the receiver of her office phone, but stopped short when his eyes alone moved to look at her. “You know what’ll happen, right?” His head slowly turned to meet the gaze of his eyes as he spoke. “My father has said, one more call to him and he’ll pull me from this school. Wextbury Boys Boarding School will lose not only the tuition, but also my father’s donations and endorsements. And it’d be all. Your. Fault.” He wagged a finger back and forth in time with the last three words. “You should probably just send that medical bill directly to Father’s accountant so he doesn’t find out. Wouldn’t want the consequences to come out of your salary, now would we?”
There was a moment of stillness before Feldspar set the receiver back down. “Nicholai,” she started with a disturbingly calm look. “There is not a faculty member in this entire school who would blame me for having you taken out of here. You are a threat to the staff, the students, and to the institution itself. What do you think would happen if Henri’s family decided to sue us for failing to protect him on our grounds? What would become of our reputation if word got out that we allowed a wild animal to roam our halls? There are plenty of teachers here who would be happy to see you leave.”
Nicholai scowled, his hand involuntarily clenching into a tight fist. He knew nobody wanted him around – not even his own family; he’d been at boarding schools since he was six – but hearing someone say it so blatantly made him seethe.
To hell with them, then.
He stood up, ready to start packing. Military school it was; at least he looked good in green.
“Sit down!” the professor instructed before he could make his exit. “And let me finish.” When he was sat, she continued. “I’m going to give you one more chance. One more chance. If you harm another student, I will make the call. If you damage another piece of school property, I will call. If you are late for class, caught smoking, stealing, cheating, gambling, or anything, I will make the call. And for god’s sake, wear your uniform properly!”
“Well shit, can I breathe?”
“Only if you do it properly! Your future is in my hands, young man, don’t mess it up!”
He scowled deeper. This woman thought she had some kind of power over him, and the premise was as sickening as it was laughable. His future was in his own hands.
Wasn’t it?
He stood and stormed out of the office, pissed. He was sick of this. Sick of everything. Sick of everything always going wrong and nobody caring. Sick of looking at these perfect little bitches with their perfect little lives where everything they ever wanted happened for them just perfectly. And when someone who had it a little bit harder came around, they shunned him, because he might tarnish all that god-damned perfection.
Or maybe he himself scared them off with his bad attitude and violent behavior, but he couldn’t change himself, and right then he really didn’t care. Nobody could understand him and nobody bothered to try, so fuck ‘em all.
Fuck them all, and fuck this day. This entire day had been shit from the start. From the minute he walked into that old bitch’s classroom. From the second he laid eyes on-
Nicholai stopped, his eyes growing darker.
He knew whose fault this was.
“Nico!” the little brunette gasped from under him. “That- that hurts!”
The promised ‘date’ had been little more than a shared dinner that Clay had managed to smuggle out of the dining hall, and a bottle of vodka. Nicholai was silent while they ate and drank, letting Clay do all the talking until the bottle ran dry. Happy and drunk, the smaller boy was easy to pry open, as it were.
But Nicholai was still angry at everything, and he took out his frustration on the other student. He’d pushed in with little preparation, and was soon thrusting at a fevered pace. Clay’s yelps as his thin hips were gripped by strong fingers only made Nicholai want to pound harder.
“Nico!”
He gave another hard thrust, pushing Clay forward, almost causing him to hit his face on the concrete floor. He caught himself with his arms, and the slight shift in position raised his ass higher, giving Nicholai more access to push in deeper.
It felt good.
No matter how shitty the day had been, no matter how much everything pissed him off, it always made him feel better to have a piece of this tight ass.
Reaching forward, he grabbed a handful of Clay’s straight brown hair, and yanked the boy up and against him. Clay cried out, but Nicholai didn’t loosen his hold.
“You,” he gasped against the other’s ear, “are the best thing that’s happened to me all day.”
Then he bit down hard on Clay’s shoulder, causing him to cry louder. Blood ran from the wound as he pulled away, and he gave it a short lick. It would definitely leave a mark, but it would remain hidden, and Clay would never tell anyone about it.
And that was good, because Nicholai only had one more chance until he was pulled from the school.
One more chance.
A feral grin crossed his lips as he continued to pound into the small, willing body.
One free pass to do whatever he wanted.
He knew just what to use it on.
/chapter 1
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Date: 2011-02-25 07:21 pm (UTC)Thank you for the proper grammar, etc. (You know how that can ruin a story for me.) All in all, I'd say it's really good the way it is, but a bit more fleshing out can't hurt. It is a really quick read and throwing in a bit more fluff will help to slow it down. But, again, it's really, really good the way it is. I'm just used to reading stories with 6,000+ words a chapter. ^^*
-Nee
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Date: 2011-02-27 09:27 pm (UTC)I definitely try for proper grammar, though I think I may have gotten a little too happy with semi-colons. And I do agree that it needs to be a bit... thicker, but I'm not sure where I can do some fleshing without making it look pointlessly padded. .>_> I'll think about that.
And thanks again! For your comment. .^_^
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