[CLOSED] it's almost easy..

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc's gym teacher had punished him for being absent so much, told him he couldn't get his credit unless he ran the track for an hour. And Luc did. Until he had gotten sick from the heat, and he kept running. Once his hour was up, he had gone into the locker room and taken a long shower. When he came out, he heard people moving, but didn't think anything of it. 'Its a locker room. Maybe it's the janitors.' He though, tugging on his boxers, then starting his fight into his jeans.

"Oh look. The faggot still can't wear normal pants." Some voice said.

"This is the /boys/ locker room. Obviously they read wrong." Another said.

"Fuck off." Luc said, looking up. But he immediately regretted the words. Three of the guys from his schools old offense was standing there, each a lot bigger than he remembered. He backed up, not realizing his pants were still undone.

"You still got my name?" One of them said, moving over to run his hand over Luc's waist. Luc tried to pull away, but the other two grabbed his arms, slamming him into the lockers. He tried to scream, but he found someone had their lips on his, their tongue shoving into his mouth. He gagged, trying to wiggle away as his jeans and boxers were tugged off again.

"Come on. You know you missed us." The biggest one smirked, his hand trailing across Luc's hips. Luc gagged again, trying to wiggle away from his wandering hand.

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"Faggot" was the only thing Luc heard as they left the locker room. He rolled over onto his side, realizing how much pain he was in. But he didn't want to fall asleep. He used the bench to get to his knees, then his feet. He could feel blood trickling down his leg, and felt sick to his stomach. He fell, and got back up, then crumpled again. He finally gave up, pulling on his boxers as he leaned against the lockers, closing his eyes. He just wanted to cry.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson had just finished playing some ball, fixing his shorts as he unzipped his jacket. He passed a few guys coming out of the locker room and shouldered through them, ducking inside so he could shower and change.

He fell still when he spotted Lucas curled up. "Luc...?" Glancing back at the door, he stepped towards him and crouched, pushing back his hair gently. "What-...did they-?" Teeth gritted. "Hold on."

Rage took over and in an instant he was beating on the guys in the hall, not caring about the damage he took as well. "This is my fucking school, get your asses off doing something else on your own turf!"

As a teacher approached, he ducked away, waiting for the guys to leave before jogging back towards the locker room and inside again.

He slid down beside Lucas, gently pulling him closer. A hand rubbed slowly at his back. "Who were they?" He murmured softly, kissing the top of his head.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"No.. no.." He cried, gently pulling away. There was bound to be people coming in and out, didn't need them seeing Dyson actually caring about someone.

"It's okay. Okay? Just a little banged up.. Emphasis on the 'banged'.." He moved back towards the bench, ignoring the pain in his legs and back. Blood dripped down his legs, one leg of his boxers already soaked. He got to his feet, and his knees gave out again.

"Oh, fuck it." He breathed, folding his arms across the bench. He laid his head on his arms. He wanted another shower, to brush his teeth. Forty times. "If I don't stop bleeding, then you can worry.." he mumbled, trying to stay sitting up. But he was getting tired, knew his head had been hit against the metal lockers far too many times, not to mention the blood he was losing.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson shook his head stubbornly, grabbing janitor signs from the empty office and sticking them outside the doors before locking them from the inside.

"We have a mess to clean up, anyway," He murmured, hating that he had avoided Luc at school and this is what came of it. He sat down on the bench, playing gently with Luc's hair. He hated not being able to help him, not having the guts to let others see he was trying.

Standing, he grabbed some paper towels, dampening one, and carefully slid off Luc's bloodied boxers, grabbing a pair of his own clean ones and setting them aside before he began to wipe off the stray blood in silence.

"They're gonna fucking pay," He muttered angrily under his breath, careful to keep his touches gentle.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"Ow!" Luc cried as he ran the towel across one of his cuts. He was pretty sure he had a cut on his back, and one on his leg. But the one on his leg was nothing compared to what was intentionally slashed into his thigh. 'No wonder it hurts to walk.' He thought. He turned his leg to the side, his middle school initials carved into the skin.

"Don't, Dyson.." He mumbled, leaning against the locker. He winced at his touch again, tears falling down his cheeks. "They're gonna think somethings going on. Just pretend you don't care, okay? Say you raped me too, fuck. Then they really won't think anything of it.. You wanna be big and bad, don't ruin it protecting me. If I have to fucking piss you off, I will. But you're not going down with me."

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson read over the marks, anger in his eyes as he gently tended to them. He shook his head slowly. "No, Luc. That's the problem. I get raped almost every fucking night, okay? I won't be depicted as the fuckers that do that shit."

He leaned over, wiping his tears away gently. "Luc you're the only one who knows everything, the only one who understands..." He rubbed his back slowly. "If my current attempts at hiding it don't work, oh well...I-...I just gotta know you're okay.. Tell people what you want about me, yeah? Make them think I hate you. But never think I would rape or pretend to rape a person.."

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"I know you wouldn't.." He mumbled. Dyson had never laid a hand on him, and Luc knew he never would. He reached over to stroke his cheek, biting on his lip. He didn't want to hide the fact he had been practically in love with Dyson since he would remember. It didn't seem fair to him that everyone else was free to say they loved whoever they pleased, and he had to hide it.

"I can do better than make them think you hate them.. I can make them fucking believe you hate me, okay?" He slowly pulled himself to his feet, watching one of the gym teachers walk in.

"You're a fucking bastard. I told you I don't need help." He said, slowly walking towards the showers.

"You didn't leave your laps like that, Lucas. Who beat you up?" He asked, grabbing Luc's arm. Luc yanked it away.

"I was in one of the soccer player's way and he beat the fuck out of me, okay? Shit." He started one of the showers, leaning over to wash the matted blood from his hair.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson glanced up, scowling. Damn teachers had keys. He couldn't help the wince at the words, even if he knew they were for cover. He suddenly didn't want to hide. It still hurt...

Getting up, he left the boxers with Luc's other clothes. Nobody would know they weren't actually his. Grabbing his own clothes, he stripped down and started up a different shower, rinsing quickly and grabbing his brush to pull any tangles from his hair.

He dried off quickly, pulling on his clothes and drying his hair before brushing it out again.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc listened to the teacher, washing off slowly. He heard him leave and cut off the shower. He could hear the door lock again and wrapped a towel around his waist. He didn't care if he was dripping wet. He walked over to Dyson, wrapping his arms around him. He layed his head on his back.

"You're all wet again." He said, rubbing his chest gently. He turned Dyson around, kissing him slowly. "I'm sorry. Thanks for helping me." He whispered against his lips, reaching up to stroke his cheek gently. "Do you need a ride home? I gotta get to work." He said, pulling on Dyson's boxers. He started into his jeans for the second time in the last two hours, then pulled his shirt on. He took his comb out his back pocket, pulling it through his short hair. He leaned over, shaking it out before he grabbed his new phone out of his pocket, reading the texts from his boss. He texted him back, then shoved it and his comb into his pocket.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson smiled faintly, giving him a soft kiss. He covered his hand on his cheek for a moment, smiled. "Yeah, that'd be great." Drawing back so Luc could finish getting ready, he glanced at his phone and his smile fell.

He worked his jaw quietly, held the phone out. "Drop me off at that address..?" He murmured softly. He swallowed, sliding his phone back into his pocket after deleting the text.