standsonhigh | High school AU open post

As the moved towards a nearby stall, Koschei pushed Barty into it and locked the door behind them. Before he did this, he could give his poor victim a happy experience. He very rarely did get a chance to make people feel better, maybe if he did this. Barty would remember and not totally hate him tomorrow?

Unzipping the other boy's trousers, he pulled them and the boxers soon followed. "It's okay, just relax, I'll handle this," Koschei insisted as he took a hold of Barty in his hands and started to fondle him, giving him at least something from all of this. He could wank the other boy off, that was a fair trade.

He couldn't fuck him, not with what he had to do. And he refused to get on his knees for anyone. But this was ... like a step up from kissing. "You'd be good, Barty, promise. You'd be amazing. When you're sober, we'll try."

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It was all happening a lot faster then Barty could keep up with right now, since the room was spinning and then suddenly Koschei was touching him and no one ever touched him like this. There had been a party some years back when a girl had started to, but Tom had put an end to it and that had been the end of that. She'd changed school, soon after.

But this really was happening. He leaned back against the wall, because otherwise he'd have risked falling and he wrapped his arms around Koschei, whispering rapidly. "We will, we have to. I want to take you in my mouth, too. If that's not weird. Is it weird? It's just I have dreams and I... I want to, you know. And more things. Other things." He was breathing fast, his hips jerking. "Yes, please, yes!"

"Stop talking, Barty, we can talk tomorrow," Koschei insisted, not needing to hear any more. It was all making him feel worse and worse, perhaps that's why he picked up the speed, desperate to get Barty off quick so he could finish the job. It was all getting a little much for him and he felt pretty sick. Was this guilt or just nerves because he had to do what he had to do next. Even if it was wrong.

He'd never actually jerked anyone off but himself, it was an odd thing to do. But the noises Barty made were beautiful. He wished he could make more of them, he wished he could forget his deal and fuck Barty up the wall till he cried for more.

But Tom would never let him have that, he wanted it too much.

"Tomorrow. Okay, tomorrow. Tomorrow, yes." The word 'tomorrow' had just about lost all meaning by now. His eyes were half-lid, his lips were parted and he felt so much like talking but couldn't think of any words anyway. "Koschei," he finally settled on, "Koschei, please... Please, yes. Yes!"

His legs were close to giving in, so he held on all the tighter, whispering Koschei's name against his skin, damn near moaning it until he came with a scream. He was definitely not quiet during sex. Good to know.

"Thank you." These fancy private schools really did install excellent manners in their students. "That was lovely."

Koschei used the tissue to clean his hand, unsure what to say in return. Because there was nothing to say. He couldn't actually get any words out, the guilt was making him feel sick. Hastily, he turned around and unlocked the stall, rushing out to get some air. He took two deep breaths and ran the taps, hastily washing his hands. He was getting a time limit now.

He just had to do it. He just had to attack and get it over and done with. Then he could just retreat and leave for the night. Not looking at Barty, he continued to wash his hands. "Barty, I'm really sorry. I do like you, I do, but I don't have any other option."

Barty stayed leaning against the stall, eventually realizing that he was still hanging out for all the world to see and he did at least right his clothes again, even managed, after some difficulty, to button up his pants. He looked up from his task when Koschei was talking, frowning slightly.

"Okay. I like you too. Are you leaving?" He wasn't really sure what Koschei was sorry about, but he wasn't sure about anything much right now anyway, so he just rolled with it.

Koschei didn't respond, he just spun around and punched Barty as hard as he could in the face. And then again and again till he was knocked into the stall. He threw a hard punch into his gut and kicked the boy's feet out from under him till he was sprawled on the floor. Several kicks to the ribs and one to the balls seemed enough really. He didn't need to go overboard.

His knuckled throbbed and he stared down at Barty, feeling horribly sick. He could barely breath, this was probably the worst thing he'd done here. Turning away, he couldn't even look. "Shit, shit, shit. I'm sorry. Shit."

Barty wasn't actually a bad fighter, under normal circumstances. But these circumstances were so far from normal that he didn't even have time to register what was happening before he found himself on the ground and then it was already quite a bit too late, he couldn't even figure out where up was anymore. Fighting back didn't really seem to be an option.

He tasted blood and when he rubbed his face he felt blood and he saw it on his face and he wasn't even sure how that had happened. And so fast. "Koschei? Why... Fuck." He held on to the wall in an attempt to at least sit upright. Breathing hurt. Everything hurt. "What the fuck?"

"I'm -- I -- I didn't --" Nothing came out right and in that moment, looking at Barty, he felt such anger inside him. Tom was ruining everything in his life, why did he even agree to do this? He could of protected Theta other ways! God, why couldn't he think any more? His head hurt so much. Being sober would helped. Hissing, he backed away and stumbled into the bathroom door, not sure if he could even get the right words out.

So, instead, he did what came naturally to him. He ran. Like the coward he was, he ran out of the bathroom and through the crowded dance floor, not stopping till he was finally away from Barty's sad and judgemental eyes.

It was Tom that found Barty, not too long after, but longer than necessary. It didn't matter though, Barty still clung to him, at least until Tom told him to stop so he'd not get his shirt dirty. In the end he just stumbled back to their room following after Tom, his head spinning, but no longer in a good way. He wondered what exactly had happened and Tom told him about Koschei and the drugs and it didn't make any sense, but nothing much did.

Only a few days later, when his face was no longer obviously bruised, he came out for classes again, keeping to himself the way he tended to. At least that part wasn't all that noticeable. Nothing much was noticeable, really, though something inside him had been broken and he knew it couldn't be fixed. Losing things he never had, like any chance at Tom and this... something he thought was there with Koschei really had no right to hurt as much as it did.

Koschei was trying to avoid classes he had with Barty, he didn't want to face him. The others had resumed picking on him as they always had and without Barty, things were harder once more. He didn't know him for that long and they weren't close but he seriously did think they had a spark. And he'd been nice, actually nice. Losing that wounded him more than he could admit.

He hadn't meant to run into Barty in the halls, he'd been trying to hard, but there he was. And Koschei couldn't even look at him, he just tried to get around him without making a fuss. Tom had probably already poisoned his view of him anyway so why bother?

Just walking past him sounded like a wonderful idea, actually. It was exactly what Bart was planning on doing at first, but there was too much rage in him, too many unresolved issues. "Fuck you."

Just a hiss and he pushed him to the side, not actually putting a lot of energy into it. He would probably have hit him if that had been his style, but it never really had been.

Koschei slammed into a nearby locker at the shove, bracing himself carefully against it. Definitely pissed off at him then. He wanted to keep walking, to ignore this whole thing, but he knew he couldn't just do that. So, instead, he hurried back after Barty, trying to get his attention.

"Okay, I deserved that," Koschei admitted, trying to keep pace with the boy he'd attacked and humiliated. If he could of taken everything back, he would of. "But you have to listen to me, I can explain everything. I just can't do it here! Look, just -- believe me, I didn't do it to hurt you. I'm not that much of a dick!"

"Didn't do it to hurt me. Right. Want to try rewording that?" Because last he checked, it was pretty much universally accepted that being kicked in the crotch hurt. He shook his head, walking faster at first before slowing down and finally stopping, closing his eyes and shaking his head as he tried to stop himself from flashing back to that night.

"Guess those other boys are really in for something. Heaven knows what you do when you want to hurt someone."

"You're missing the point! I wasn't trying to hurt you because I wanted to, I was made to. Look, Tom put me --" Before he could finish, he felt something hard smack him on the side of the head and when he regained his senses and looked, a football had been thrown at him. Wincing, he turned his head to see Rodolphus smirking at him, the ever vigilante soldier.

See, this was why he couldn't actually talk about anything. Tom had eyes and ears everywhere and whenever he tried to explain himself, someone always got in the way. He trembled with mute rage and kicked the ball aggressively away from them. He really didn't need this shit today.

"For fuck sake, I'm trying to talk here!" Koschei growled, wishing everyone would just go away so he could explain everything and fix this. Reaching out, he grasped Barty's arm to keep him from leaving. "Just let me explain, please?"

Barty shrugged him off, rubbing his arm as if that would make him get rid of Koschei's touch. It didn't really help, he still felt hot and his face was sure to be red. Just what he needed. Because it wasn't enough that half the school had seen him being all over the guy, kissing and with his hand down his pants. On the dance floor. There were even pictures. Life sucked.

"My hand smelled of you. When I woke up. I couldn't even breathe right, because you'd almost broken my nose, but I still know how you smell. Try explaining that." He stepped closer and he wanted to lower his voice, but he was too agitated to get it right. "I don't remember everything, but I can still hear you telling me to get my hand down your trousers."

"That was a moment of error, a judgement flaw. I was fucking high and I was about to lose everything because of your psycho room-mate. Sue me, I wanted something out of it," Koschei insisted, knowing he was not coming off as a victim here, more as a total asshole. Yelling at the victim just didn't work in his favour at all.

"I mean, I'm sorry, but why the hell would I drug you and try to fuck you? Hmm? No offence but I could of done that without the drugs," and the golden charm just keeps on coming. He was going to work on that, he used to be so much better at it. Years of bullying and hate had completely destroyed his charm and hell, it wouldn't of worked on Barty anyway.

"Aww, look at you two, young love," one boy called from where a gang of Tom's lot were watching, they started whistling and making kissy noises, trying to embarrass both of them. But as Koschei was used to it, he just tuned it out entirely.

Barty wanted to say something, he even knew what to say, but then Koschei told him that he could have fucked him without the drugs and he felt too sick to talk. He just stared at him, his eyes too wide and the audience they had gathered really didn't help matters.

"You ruined cotton candy!" That didn't make particularly much sense to anyone but Barty, odds are that Koschei wouldn't know what he was talking about, either, but that didn't really seem to matter. Not as if he was getting out of there with his dignity intact anyway. "Just. Don't talk to me. Ever."

Koschei did know because he remembered, he remembered everything Barty had said. With a loud sigh, he let Barty leave, mentally plotting a way he could fix cotton candy. And Lilo and Stitch, he was probably soured on that too. Ignoring the gang of boys jeering at him, he hurried back to his own room, not sure what to do.

How did he fix this problem? He had no idea, he had forgotten what it was like to feel guilty and awful.

Maybe he could tell Theta. He wouldn't judge... right? And then he could help him fix it. Theta was so much better with people, he'd be able to come up with a way to make things better. That was -- well, that was his best plan.

Theta actually arrived not long after Koschei, frowning even before he entered the room and then turning that frown right at Koschei, concerned and just a bit bothered, too.

"So. What happened that night? At the dance?" He hadn't asked before, but he hadn't really heard all that much before. Today's fight however was making headlines and he needed to know what to make of all these rumours.

"I drugged, had a little foreplay and then beat Barty," Koschei muttered in a dejected manner, lying on his stomach with his face in the pillow. Well, he may as well be honest, everyone else knew by now. Theta would know soon enough, eh always caught onto these things. "It wasn't on purpose, I had to do it."

See, now, in his head that sounded like it made sense. But out loud, it sounded like he was some sort of weirdo who accidentally on purpose drugged people because of a mental compulsion.

"How do I get him to talk to me again? I need to explain it all!"

"...right." Somehow he had expected the explanation to sound better than the rumors, not worth. Silly him.

"First I'd suggest not drugging him again." He would really, really have liked to have made that a joke. With a sigh Theta walked over to Koschei's bed and sat down on the edge. "So. Why exactly did you have to do all that? ...start with the drugging. One thing after the other."

Koschei lay there for a moment, thinking over what was being said, before groaning in annoyance and reaching out to slap Theta on the arm. What an idiot. "For fuck sake, Theta, of course I won't do it again. I didn't want to do it the first time. God, I don't have a compulsion or something. Tom threatened me, he said if I didn't do it --"

Well, he couldn't say any more or Theta would know Koschei was protecting him. So, instead, he kept it as subtle as he could, not wanting to give it away. "He doesn't want me to be happy and I was starting to be happy, I liked Barty. And he liked me. But Tom is intent on destroying me, he forced me to do it!"

And the more he thought about it, the angrier he was. He wanted to destroy Tom, now more than ever. "He won't be happy till I'm alone and suffering all the time."

"Isn't Tom Barty's friend?" Not that he kept close tabs on all of these people, but he did notice a thing or two. To be honest, he didn't even know that Tom was behind Koschei getting beat up that one time or any of the other things he'd noticed over the years. Tom was very good at working from behind the scenes. Theta actually kind of liked him. He was smart. Very charming, too.

So, mostly Koschei was just sounding very paranoid. And perhaps a tad melodramatic.

"Er. Did you try apologizing to Barty?"

"Why would I do that?" Koschei asked with a look of dismay. Apologise for what? He was forced into it. No chance would he say sorry. With a sigh, he rolled onto his back and let the anger in him take over instead, he shouldn't have to be sorry. He could make this right in his own way. Jumping up onto his feet, he gave Theta a look. Time to end this game. "If I don't come back by tomorrow, tell someone. Don't go looking for me."

And, with that, he stormed off to find Tom. To do what? He had no idea. He just wanted to get back at him. Odds are, this time of day, he'd be in the canteen. So that's where Koschei went.

And, for once, luck was on his side. There sat Tom and all his band of merry idiots. With a deep breath for courage, he stormed across to him and lashed out, grabbing onto the boy's collar before anyone could stop him. "I'm going to kill you, you bastard. I'm going to end you."

He barely got chance to put his arms around Tom's neck when about four boys started to yank him off. He didn't care any more, Tom just kept ruining everything he wanted. It wasn't fair.

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