standsonhigh | High school AU open post

Koschei was sitting in the kitchen, on the table, legs crossed with an unhappy look on his face. He was being lied to, he knew this instantly. No line took an hour to get through, not unless it was like Christmas or something. Wait, hang on, it wasn't Christmas was it? No, no, no, he would of known. It would of been on TV or something.

"I've been shopping with you before, it never takes that long," Koschei accused, sliding off the table and moving towards Barty with a level of malice, reaching out to grab his wrist and yank him away from the shopping. All attention on Koschei, just how he liked it. "Why are you trying to get away from me? You love me. So why do you do this to me?"

"Yeah, but when we went shopping together I didn't have to carry it all by myself and also didn't have to buy half the store." It was a reasonable enough reply and it was a lot better than starting to beg or cry or something equally ridiculous. He wasn't surprised to have his wrist grabbed and while every instinct screamed at him to tug free he forced himself to hold still.

"I do love you, Koschei. I didn't mean to take so long." He smiled, very good at faking it by now, normal as could be. "Want to help me pack the groceries away?"

Koschei still didn't look happy, he gripped tighter and shook his head, a level of determinism on his face. "Stop pretending that you're not trying to get away from me. I can see it in you, I can. You're not going to leave me, it's not safe out there. You're better off in here, don't you see that?"

The drums told him as much, they told him not to go out so he didn't. And they told him that Barty needed to be taught a lesson, to understand better. With great effort, he started to drag Barty along to the bedroom, surprisingly strong really. Koschei didn't seem threatening, he wasn't even usually considered it at school. He'd be called 'little Koschei' in mocking through most of his school years. But that had taught him and thing or two, especially when it came to fighting. "Come on, don't drag your feet. The food can wait!"

Barty fought in earnest about halfway to the bedroom, not attacking Koschei, but pulling away from him with all his strength. He tried to pull his hand free, and even shoved at him, refused to go any further.

"Leave me alone, Koschei! Fuck, just let me put the bloody groceries away and leave me alone!"

"Stop trying to run away!" Koschei snapped angrily, starting to struggle to keep a hold on Barty. When he was shoved, he responded in hast, punching Barty in the stomach and using his leverage to throw him through the door. It took a little bit of wrestling but he finally managed to get one hand cuffed to the bed post, hastily locking him in place and giving him a swift kick for good measure. Teach him to lash out at him and try to run away. Didn't he get that Koschei needed him?

"Now you stay here and you think about what you've done. Okay?" Koschei snapped, storming out and heading back into the kitchen. He promised to put the shopping away and he would, he didn't need to waste all of that food.

It wasn't even a surprise that Koschei managed to cuff him to the bed. So what else was new. The kick was more than he'd have expected. Showed how angry Koschei really was. For the moment, Barty was angry, too. Angry enough to forget all rationale, really. "Stop sounding like my father!"

He tugged on the cuff and he tried to get out, but this wasn't like back when Tom had done this to him. Koschei knew him. Hell, he could probably still manage to get out given enough time, that might be why it never stopped at just one hand. He had no idea whether Koschei meant staying on the floor with 'stay here', but he hoped he did, because he was definitely climbing on the bed. The anger was good, easy to hold on to.

He did as much while working on the cuff, used it to distract himself from the dread he still felt. From the sadness, from the despair, everything.

"Don't project your daddy issues on me!" Koschei yelled as he angrily started to shove food away, making sure everything was safely stored before he hurried back into the room, noting the way Barty was on his way out of his cuffs. Such a naughty boy. With an annoyed noise, he leapt onto the bed and started to pin Barty down, forcing his spare hand into the other set of cuffs that always seemed to dangle from their bed posts these days. A silent threat to behave. He made sure to fasten it as tight as he could before he sat there, on top of Barty, looking down at him.

"Why won't you just behave?" Koschei asked sadly, like it really did confuse him. The more Barty lashed out, the more it made his head hurt. It wasn't fair. "It'd be easier if you just relaxed and followed the rules. I'm keeping us safe and together!"

Barty tugged on the cuffs almost violently, just about screaming in frustration before he settled down somewhat, instead just quietly seething as he looked up at Koschei. The cuffs were tight enough that they cut into his skin even as he held still, but if it would just be this it wasn't even close to the most uncomfortable position he'd ever been forced into. He still didn't have it in him to feel grateful for that.

"I was just buying groceries so we won't starve in your fucking safety." Yes, he really was out of patience today. "I didn't break any of your bloody stupid rules, you damn psycho. Wish I had, though, just because."

Psycho? His eye twitched and he lashed out, smacking Barty hard in the face several times. He wanted to see blood, he wanted to make him dribble and choke on it. Bastard. He deserved this, he really did. He earned it. He didn't understand how much Koschei had sacrificed for him? He just wanted to have Barty with him, was that such a bad thing? Did he really have to suffer for it?

"Why are you being so difficult?! I love you, don't you understand that. I'm helping you. But you have to follow my rules. And you don't, you hate being here. You don't love me me like I love you."

With a noise of frustration, he dropped down onto Barty, lying on him like he had so many years ago. Or like he did whenever he wanted someone to comfort him. "Just please... just stop."

Right now, Barty didn't comfort him. He was coughing, his nose bubbling with blood with every breath he took and it still felt as if he was drowning even though he was getting air through his nose now. He tried to wipe his face against his upper arm, leaving bloody streaks on it and staring at them. Looking at anything but Koschei.

Because he was still angry, he was hurt, so hurt, and he didn't want to comfort him, but he couldn't even keep him from taking that.

Koschei just lay there, his head on his lover's chest, one hand over his ear to keep the drums out. And the noise of the gurgling pain that Barty was feeling from the blood that was leaking off him. He lay there for a while, trying not to think about what he'd done. And then, finally, he got up off him and disappeared into the bathroom wordlessly, unable to look at him. He had Barty's blood on his hands and he hated it, he wanted it off. He scrubbed until it was gone and stood in there for longer than was probably needed, unable to think. What was he even doing?

Eventually he came back in, face cloth in his hand. He could clean up Barty and it'd be like it didn't happen. Then they could just relax together and the lesson would be learned. Being with him is always better.

Moving in closer, he started to carefully wipe the blood off Barty's face, moving quickly to do damage control.

Barty half expected to be left alone for hours. It wouldn't be the first time. When Koschei returned he tensed at first, then forced himself to relax and just shifted backwards, trying to avoid him. It didn't really work, obviously.

"Just leave it." He wasn't sure why he said that. Probably because he didn't want Koschei fussing over him after messing him up first. Bastard.

"Shut up," Koschei insisted as tried to get the last of the blood off. Once his face was a bit cleaner, he used his sleeve to dry it so it didn't make the blood stick and redry. He wanted to show him he wasn't all bad, he wanted to show how nice he could be when the rules were followed. He'd share food and sit with him, if he was a good boy..

"Barty?" Koschei asked, stroking his hair in a way to try and show he meant well. "Do you want something to drink? Or eat? Ask nicely and we can even spend tonight together."

"No." He might have added a thank you normally, but his politeness wasn't really around at the moment. Spend the night together. Fuck, he didn't even want to know what the alternative would be. Seemed as if he'd find out though.

Closing his eyes Barty shook his head as if that could discourage Koschei from having his hand in his hair. He pretended it was someone other than Koschei, some stupid asshole and Koschei was out there somewhere. It was pretty much true, anyway, he supposed.

"Suit yourself," Koschei said bluntly, Moving away from Barty and heading out of the room, turning off the light behind him. He supposed Barty just need a few hours or so to relax, calm down, adjust a little. He just had to learn to be easier.

When Barty was tied up or busy, Koschei usually didn't do much for himself. He didn't cook, he didn't do any chores or really move. He often just sat down and lay on the sofa, hands over his ears, trying to snatch a moments peace.

It was over eight hours before Koschei got up again, peering back into the room he'd left Barty tied in. "Are you awake?"

Barty wasn't awake, actually. He had been for a good long while, trying to get out of the cuffs and only halfway succeeding with one before passing out. So by the time Koschei checked on him he was curled up against the bed frame, face turned against one arm and legs pulled up to make himself even smaller and he was crying. In his sleep and quietly, but given his nose was still clogged up with blood, there was a heave for breath every now and then or a broken sob.

Koschei stared for a while, watching Barty with a mixed feeling in his gut. He wanted him to stop, he really did. He hated someone he loved so much fearing him. Moving into the room, he sat on the edge of the bed and held his head in his hands, wishing he knew what to do. Wishing he knew how to stop. But he couldn't, he didn't know how any more.

So he climbed further onto the bed, trying to be careful and not wake him, then dropped himself down beside him and rested against him.

He loved Barty. He really truly did.

High school AU open post

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