One-shot.
NA : If you wanna a sequel, I'm writing it now. If you want it just tell me and I'll post it.
This really helps me with the draining I've been suffering lately 'cause of the very fast very quickly UD for my five-stories.
Christian and Adrian, enjoy..
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For A Thousand Of Years..
I watched his trembling lips, his teary eyes and his wide smile. He was happy for the happily ever after the characters of the movie just had. Though I was sure he would never admit it.
Even if he didn't believe in that in our real life. Movies and books were exceptions of his unbelieving state his last boyfriend caused.
My best friend since elementary school, Christian Ozera, was a very complicated personality. However that never affected our friendship. Not even when he came out of the closet to me confessing his real feelings about being interested in guys. Never did I judge him when he was going out with some guys whom were less than he deserved. Guys wanted to use him 'cause of his sexual orientation.
I stayed by his side when he'd stay up all night graving and babbling about his own luck and love life after a very bad and harsh break up. And the next one. And the next one.
People would always ask, how the two of us became best of friends. How a rich straight handsome happy guy like me would be the best friend of an emo gay depressed poor guy. Well, they didn't see what I saw.
Under the harsh emo exterior of that young man, there was the warmest much loving and caring heart in the whole world. Under that bitter smile, there was thousands of emotions. And even under that icy attitude that matched his eyes color, there was a lot of fire.
Aside from his family, no one would see or know Christian Ozera the way I do. No one got to broke through his wall but me. No one bother but me. And I'm really proud and happy I did 'cause that's how I gained the most loyal caring best friend in the world.
I still remembered the day he came to me happy talking about the guy that asked him out. He said he was very nice and handsome and he only asked for a date. Nothing more. I was so happy for him even though it killed me knowing that. I didn't know why. Shouldn't I be happy that he could finally find someone special. Found someone good for him. I wasn't happy.
And when he came after his date dancing I was so shocked.
Flashback..
"I'm telling you, he's just amazing and caring. We barely touched. It's like he was worried I'd freak out and run away. He opened the door to me and walked me to the porch." He said before throwing himself at my bed and sighing dreamily. "I can't believe that, Adrian. I don't want to hope."
I sighed before sitting on the edge of my desk watching the happy smile on my best friend's face. "Easy tiger. You know I don't want you to get hurt."
He frowned at me. "C'mon, Adrian. Don't do that. I'm not getting hurt. Jesse is so nice. I never had such a first date like that one."
"And?" I asked raising a brow.
"And I'm happy. And I think it's going to be fine. Just the way my adopted fathers have it." He said grinning at the mention of his fathers.
End of the flashback..
One of the (special) things about Christian was his family state. It was such a weird story. When he was five his parents committed a very terrible crime that caused them to be sent to prison for a very long time. His only relative was his aunt, Tasha Ozera, whom didn't want to have him 'cause she was busy building her life with her Russian boyfriend, now husband, Dimitri Belikov.
That caused him to be sent to the child services.
The first day he was there he met a gay couple whom wanted to adopt a child as their own. I remembered once when they told me about the story.
Flashback..
"Eddie was thinking he wanted to adopt a girl. He said it'd be better not to affect some boy to be gay. Not that we're ashamed of it but for him not to be told some bad things." Mason, Christian's adopted father, said with a smile to his husband whom was sitting next to him then to his son next to me.
Christian made some annoyed noises caused the couple to chuckle. "Sorry, son, but Adrian is a family." Eddie, Christian's other adopted father, said with a smile before pouring some wine in his husband's, and best friend, glass.
"You didn't make me gay. I chose that myself. Well, it's who I am not a choice actually." Christian protested trying to change the subject.
"Please, keep going." I said very interested in the story earning a smack on the back of my head from Christian. I just ignored him.
"And we were walking around to see that new kid just came in. He had that black raven hair and that amazing smart icy blue eyes. I could tell he was nervous but he had a hell of an attitude." Mason said and chuckled at the memory.
"Yeah. I remember Mason pulling me to meet the young boy. He was such a handsome kid when he was young. Still is." Eddie said nodding with a proud smile.
"We shook hands and introduced ourselves to him." Mason said remembering. "He had such a proud tone when we asked him about his name."
"Christian Ozera." Eddie said. "Then he added, I'm not changing my name for adoption."
I heard Christian chuckling and trying miserably to hide it with a cough. "I told him that it was okay. and that he didn't have to do anything he didn't want to do it." Mason added finally.
"Yeah, then came that big lady. She was trying to take me to have a bath 'cause I just came and they wanted me clean." Christian commented sarcastically.
"And you ran hiding behind our fathers." Said a feminine voice that belonged to the girl leaning casually at the door frame. She was such a beautiful girl with brown long hair and dark big chocolate eyes. Rose Castle-Ashford was smiling sarcastically before she walked to the table kissing her fathers' cheeks then joining us to the table.
She smirked turning to Christian. "You know it was supposed to be me alone. Happy lonely child." She waggled her eyebrows at him.
Christian rolled his eyes at her before saying. "It was supposed to be a lot of testosterone, you just had to stick your estrogen between us."
Rose chuckled. "You don't have testosterone, Christian. We already know that."
That family was different 'cause even though every time I looked between them I thought that it was easy to say they weren't related by blood yet what was bounding them was much more. Much stronger.
They were a real family. More real than my own family that was related by blood. They had unlimited love and loyalty and everything that was supposed to be a family.
"I love you brother." Rose teased him before giving him a noisy kiss on the cheek. He looked at her with a frown before he burst out laughing.
End of the flashbacks..
And that was why he was believing before that motherfucker Jesse Zeklos destroyed him completely. To the level I thought it was impossible to have my best friend back. To the level no one should be hurt or damaged. To the level of pure evil. To the level of him suffering nervous breakdown. To the level of being physically hurt.
I just still remember my shaky fingers dialing the number of 911 to save my best friend.
Flashback..
"911, what can I do for you?" The feminine calm tone answered after the first ring.
"I want to report. My best friend is being raped." I said fighting my tears driving my way to the address I drove to earlier giving Christian a ride to his boyfriend's place.
End of flashback..
I was so crazy. I handed him to the devil myself.
The things happened, the things I heard and did. They were all unlike me but I just couldn't help when I heard what I heard.
Flashback..
I just came from taking Christian to his date when Rose, Christian's sister, called me horrified.
"Adrian, where the hell are you?! Is Christian with you?!" She asked rashly at the verge of crying which was so unlike her.
"Chill, Rose. I just drove him to Jesse's place. They have a date and he said Jesse is going to give him a ride later." I said not really releasing how freaked out she was.
"Go back to him." I turned right away as I heard the rest of the explanation. "Some guys paid Jesse money to seduce Christian. They're some adults. I don't know it all but they want to rape him. Oh, god. Adrian, tell me where is he?" She was asking before I disconnected the line calling 911.
Every memory we passed through together was running before my eyes as I drove as fast as I could never stopping for anything.
I just wished and prayed for the first time in my life. "Please, keep him safe. Please don't let them touch him." And the tears never stopped and the anger kept burning.
Luckily, my dad had took my car to do some hunting the other day and I still didn't clean up or take his tools out. The shotguns were still in the trunk where he left them.
Lazy but that came in handy for the first time in my life.
I jumped out of the car never bothering with the door or the key. The only time I wasted was for me to take the shotgun out running to the front door.
I shot at the lock and the door opened in front of me nothing to hold him but his three hinges. I ran in as Christian's tired screams rang through the place.
"Please, let me go. I didn't do anything to you." He begged and I knew he was crying.
End of the flashback..
Despite all the changes and the hard exterior he was putting after what happened in Jesse's house he wasn't anything like it before.
He was so close to Eddie whom was the so-emotional of his fathers. Unlike Rose whom was closer to Mason. As a result, Christian picked up a lot of Eddie's characteristic hence the delicate emotional side he had. A side I never saw since I drove him to Jesse's house years ago.
He turned to me from his spot on the couch and smiled sarcastically. "That movie was so gay." He murmured.
"Fit you good enough." I replied with a smirk of my own.
He threw the empty plastic bowl that was filled of popcorn two hours ago at me. I caught it before it could get to me. "Shut up, Ivashkov."
I just rolled my eyes at him before turning the blank TV off. "I'm hungry, are we going out or what?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.
He shrugged. "I don't feel like cooking today, do you?" I shook my head. "Okay, then. I'll get ready." I nodded watching him getting up leaving the living room to his bedroom.
We were in the penthouse we were sharing in California. Weird? Well, it was the same place we lived in since we were in college and we chose it in the first place 'cause of the guarding.
It was only a year after the incident and there were days when the past pressed so tightly over him. But even now as we graduated and were having our careers all shiny and goody I never questioned our residence. I never wanted to hurt him by remembering such horrible memories. Besides, if we wanted a beach house, there's always his fathers' beach house where we were always welcome.
"Aren't you going to change?" Christian said standing in front of me folding his arms over his chest unhappy.
I looked down at myself noticing that I was still in my tank top and sweats. I jumped running to my room right away. "Yeah, sorry."
"Just hurry, I'm getting really hungry which isn't good. At all." He warned me and I rolled my eyes hearing his usual threat about food.
There in my room looking at my boxer-cladded body, the memory of Christian tied node body attacked me causing me to drawn the hardest of breaths.
Flashback..
I ran in following the trace of the fighting mess and the sharp sound of Christian screams. My blood never boiled that way before.
"Someone shut his mouth." A guy shouted angry.
"No, let him shout like the bitch he is. Get the camera set, Jackson." Said another as I snapped the door open shooting once to the ceiling.
"Get away from him with your hands up of I swear none of you is going to walk out alive." I threatened them as their shocked terrified faces looked at me.
Christian was there lying on his stomach tied to the bed with his naked skin exposed before me. I felt the urge of killing someone. That when we all heard the sound of the police cars arriving.
The gun in my hand I ran to broken Christian cutting his ropes with my pocket knife, covering his nakedness with the closest sheet hugging him to me. In a blur I could hear the sound of fighting and arresting but I didn't care. Only he mattered.
"Adrian." He whispered struggling to me sobs shaking his chest.
I hugged him tightly whispering the only things I managed saying. "It's okay, honey. You're safe. I have you with me now. Nobody is going to hurt you. Never."
"I fought them but they were much stronger. I couldn't beat one of them let alone three." He told me with a horrified tone and my heart broke for him.
"I know babe. It's okay. I'm here. I came to help and save you love." I murmured to him saying words I never said before and I didn't say them to anyone till now except for him.
End of flashback…
That night, Christian was scared to the level that I had to carry him out of the house to the ambulance holding him the whole way. To be honest, I didn't let go of him for the whole week. Nor did his fathers and Rose.
"Adrian, are you coming out or what?" Christian knocked on my door over and over.
I woke from my trance sliding my green shirt over my head before opening the door to him running to the closet to bring my shoes. "Just my shoes." I called from over my shoulder.
"What's going on with you, Adrian? You look so weird today." He said sitting at the edge of dresser watching me tying my shoes.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what got over me today. Here, I'm ready, are we going out or what?" I asked standing at my door.
He scanned me for a moment before he nodded. "Yeah, sure."
And we walked to the front door to leave the place.
We took my car this time 'cause Eddie just called Christian and he seemed deep in the conversation.
"No, dad. Not that again." He sighed. "Yeah, I used to love it. Years ago." Sighing again he said. "Working in a designing magazine as a lawyer for six months has nothing to do with my fashion love." He chuckled. "Fine. I'll go. But it's the two of us. I don't need Rose remark about gay father-son quality time." He said sarcastically knowing well that his sister would easily say such a joke.
"Yeah, we're going out for food. I'll tell him. Say hi to pa, okay. Love you too." He said before disconnecting the line. "He's saying hi."
I nodded. "Going to the fashion show again?" I asked.
He nodded. "Yeah, you know him. It's all 'cause he wished I was the one taking over his designing business when he retired." He shook his head. "You know I can't say no to him 'cause once I wanted that too."
I nodded to him silently remembering how my best friend changed from a happy guy to an emo depressed..
Flashback..
"Sometimes I feel like he's blaming us for what happened." Eddie murmured sadly from his seat next to Mason. I was sitting across from them in the hospital cafeteria where Christian was staying after his nervous breakdown. Rose was the one watching over him now.
Mason took his hand and squeezed it. "Don't blame yourself, Eddie. You couldn't have known. None of us could." But I knew he wasn't believing any of his words.
The two of them blamed themselves. I was blaming myself. Rose was blaming herself.
Even Christian's words, some of them, were blaming us. Even if he didn't mean it.
It was horrible. The way he started reacting. Kicking some of us out. Ignoring our phone calls when we had to leave home for shower or change. The way he'd go all cold or all angry.
With therapy, it all faded away except for the bitter smile. Except for the slightest depression. The change in interest. The designer wanted to be a lawyer. And instead of the fire, there was ice.
End of flashback..
One thing never changed though, we were still best friends. Nothing was going to change that. Not even him pushing me as far as he could.
I wasn't leaving the love of my life.
Yeah, here I admitted it. I was in love with him.
"Adrian, Adrian." Christian's voice woke me up from my trance pulling my attention to him.
"Yeah?" I asked turning to him slightly before turning back to the road.
"I was saying the Italian restaurant would be good tonight." He said and I could feel his eyes digging holes in my profile.
I nodded. "You're right." I said taking the right turn to go to the restaurant. It was one of Christian's and my favorite places to eat in.
In the road we passed by a couple holding hands walking at the sidewalk. I noticed Christian rolling his eyes when I smiled to their action. And I sighed remembering how I fell in love with him without even noticing.
How I had changed from a straight playboy to someone in love with his gay best friend. Of course I never told him that. I couldn't do that seeing that he didn't believe in love or relationship or any of that in this life.
Love didn't excited outside his books and movies. The only anniversary celebrations we went to were his fathers'. The only wedding we went to was his sister's Rose. Other than that, nothing. None.
He never went out with anyone since Jesse. Some guys tried in college but he was a solid wall. A dead end.
Flashback..
"I thought you said you would go to the coffee house to do your paper?" I said looking at an annoyed Christian walking to the living room with his messenger bag. He left fifteen minutes ago saying he'd be in the coffee house doing some paper but that wasn't what happened.
Fifteen minutes weren't enough.
He frowned at me. "I got annoyed. Some guy was trying to hit on me." He said before throwing himself on the couch taking a deep breath.
"And?" I asked.
"I splashed my mocha on his face." He said with a shrug.
"You did what?!" I asked shocked.
He shrugged. "He annoyed me and I wasn't in any mood to play games."
"Oh, okay." I said standing up walking to the kitchen. "I'll make you some mocha to relax."
"Thanks, Adrian." He said smiling to me gratefully.
"You're welcome." I said with a nod before starting my mission.
"Hey." He started again and when I turned to him I found him sitting on a stool with a curious look.
"Yeah?" I said raising a brow.
"Speaking of hitting on, why didn't I see you with girls since-" He shrugged. "Since high school?"
"So now we're discussing my love life?" I asked smirking.
He shrugged indifferently. "Not really. But the last girl you went out with was Mia Rinaldi. The cheerleader from high school."
"I know whom was the last girl I went out with." I said before opening the fridge door taking out some milk.
"And?" He asked me to continue.
"I called her by someone's else name." I said with a shrug. The flashback of that memory was too strong.
When I was having sex with the girl. I was about to come when I called Christian's name. I never told him about this. But he never asked about the real reason of our breakup being used to me changing girl every once in awhile.
He burst out laughing. "You called her by someone else's name? Seriously, Adrian?!"
I nodded. "Yeah. While we were having sex. In her bed. When her parents were out of the town. When I was inside her literally."
He fell on the floor laughing hard. It was the first time he laughed that way since the summer vacation before our senior year. Since I drove him to that damned house.
I laughed with him celebrating the first real laugh he had since that day. Closing my eyes while laughing I imagined me hugging him tightly, kissing his lips passionately, telling him that it was his name I called.
I couldn't. I just kept it lock in my heart. I wasn't going to ruin what we had. I wasn't going to survive without him.
End of flashback..
"Okay, what's it?" Christian asked finally once we came out of my car. Folding his arms over his chest he blocked my way demanding an answer.
"Nothing." I said shaking my head. "I'm just daydreaming a lot today."
"You don't do daydreaming, Adrian." He said frowning. He was right. He was the daydreamer of the two of us. He and his silence hours.
I sighed. "What do you want me to say, Chris. I feel like daydreaming."
He shrugged noticing my way to end the subject. "Whatever." He turned around and walked in front of me to the restaurant.
I caught up with him at the door and we walked in together. Once we settled down the waitress came with the menus.
"Good evening, gentlemen." She said with a charming smile. She looked new to me since I never saw her before in the place despite all the times we came here.
"Good evening." We murmured. As we took our menus from her.
"Would you like a drink to start with, darling?" She asked leaning to me seductively trying to show some cleavage.
I frowned. The woman didn't know I preferred it flatter and muscular. To ditch her away from me and not being in any mood to tolerate any flirty remarks I turned to Christian and smiled lovingly. Something was easy to do since I only had to remove my only-friends mask.
"What do you think, Love?" I asked taking his hand that was resting on the table next his plate.
He looked at me stunned for a moment as I looked at the waitress without turning my head. He understood and smirked. "I don't know, darling."
I had to bite my lower lip not to laugh hard. That also wasn't hard as I watched Christian pretending to be my lover. I just wished he wasn't pretending. I wished it was for real.
"I think I know what you'd like, honey." I said with a smile saying the name of his usual drink before dinner. "Peach ice tea and only water for me."
I saw the woman glaring at Christian for a part of second before smiling a fake to me, nodding before walking away.
Christian chuckled. "Seriously, Adrian?"
"What?" I asked. "She was hitting on me and I wasn't in any mood."
"Maybe 'cause you're so stressed. I don't remember the last time you get laid. Hell, I don't think you remember." He said frowning at me. Christian wasn't for sexual talk but when he says such a thing it means it really had been too long.
"I remember the last time I got laid thank you very much." I said absentminded as I cherished my hold of his hand. I was so happy he forgot all about it.
"I don't believe you." He said sparing me a glance before looking back to his menu.
"Mia Rinaldi, high school." I said honestly. I wasn't ashamed, actually I didn't think about it. I was too charmed by his hand in mine.
He raised his head to me suddenly shock all over his face. "WHAT?! You got to be kidding me. Adrian Ivashkov, the infamous womanizer didn't sleep with a girl since high school?!"
"Do you need to put it in the newspaper?" I asked glaring at him. If I wasn't in love with him I'd totally hit him, hard.
He laughed shaking his head. "No thanks. I'm just surprised. I knew your rate had decreased a lot since high school. But to zero? What happened to you, Adrian? Seriously?" He asked.
My eyes were fixed on our joined hands when he asked the last question. When I looked up at him to answer I saw him following my sight to our hands.
I saw the surprise in his face as he pulled his fingers off mine before looking at me. "Adrian, what's wrong?" He whispered with a weird expression.
His face was like he was seeing me for the first time. It was like he recognized me for real for the first time. His tone when he asked was something different from anytime he asked me how I was doing.
We talked, all the time since that summer night but he never used such a tone. A really curious thoughtful tone. A tone was telling me something I couldn't understand.
"A lot of things happened, Christian. A lot of things." I murmured while my eyes roamed over his face trying to understand things.
"Things turning you a saint?" He asked raising a brow.
I snorted. "Hardly." I said with a shrug. "Not with this big sin I have, Chris."
"A sin?" He asked shocked. I wouldn't do all that holy religious usually so it was a shock for him hearing me saying that.
I nodded. "Yeah. Big one."
"Which is?" He asked.
"Remember that day when I told you why I broke up with Mia?" I asked resting back on my seat.
He nodded. "You said someone else's name while you were having sex."
I nodded. "Exactly. Well, didn't you ask why I did that?" He shrugged. "Because I was in love with this person. Still am."
He looked at me shocked. "You-" But then he shook his head. "You know I don't believe in that."
"You're wrong." I said fighting back. I hated how he denied my love to him even if he didn't know it was him.
He looked at me shocked. I never said such a thing. I never fought back against the believes he developed after his nervous breakdown. "You-"
I cut him off. "Yeah, I said you're wrong. Love do exist. I'm in love with someone and I never stopped loving that person since high school. Doesn't know or feel about me. Yeah. I know. I'm living with that every day since then. Yet, that doesn't mean I love said him any less."
Christian now was beyond shocked letting me know I said 'him' loud enough for his ears to hear very clearly. "Him? Adrian, you just said him?!"
I sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I'm gay. I love a dude. You happy now?"
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked a trace of hurt in his expression for me hiding secrets from him.
I sighed. "What's the point, Christian? Nothing is coming out of this love. I'm not enough for him. Not enough to fix his world or heal his wounds. He doesn't believe in love. He doesn't believe in my feelings. He doesn't believe in us."
Recognition followed the confusing in his face. A whisper I barely heard left his lips. "Adrian."
I sighed regretting my words. I shouldn't say that. I ruined it all. I ruined our friendship. I hurt my best friend. I fucked it up all. Literally.
Tears started to leak from his eyes. "Christian. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" I said extending my hand to wipe his tears but he didn't stay there. He jumped off his chair before I could touch him.
He was shaking his head. "No. Not that." He turned around and ran out of the place.
I threw some money over the table before running out of the place following him. Unusually the weather was a disaster. The rain was falling heavily all over the place.
"Christian." I called when I saw him trying to walk away. "Christian, wait." I ran faster catching up with him.
"Adrian, please." He said trying to get away from me.
"No." I said insisting. "You're not going out that way in this weather. Let me take you home." I sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm taking it back but please, Christian. I don't want you to get sick."
"You can't just take it back, Adrian." He snapped turning to me. His tears mixed with the rain. His hair was soaked with water.
"Christian, stop doing that to me. I love you. I always have and always will. I don't care about your past. I've been there. from the beginning. I never turned my back to you. I never failed you." I said begging him.
"I'm damaged goods, Adrian. You shouldn't love me. I'm not worth it." He said sadly the rain still pouring all over the place.
"You're totally worth it, Christian. My heart chose you and it was sure you're worth it." I said begging for him to understand. "Please, let me make you believe again. Please let me love you. Please, accept my feelings. I can't live without you. I'm not going to survive a day without you."
"You don't understand, Adrian. I'll only bring you pain. I'm not worth it. I can't give you what you deserve. It's not you. It's me. My feelings were gone once my virginity was taken from me. I'm not innocent. I can't be loved." He said shaking his head. His body was shaking in response to the dropping temperature.
"I don't care. I just want to be with you. I don't need anything from you to give me. Just accept me. Let me love you. Let me be with you." I begged him from the deepest part of my heart.
"You still didn't get it. I can't. It can't happen. I loved you once. Then I got damaged. I can't love again." He said shaking his head. "I wanted you to be the first. I wanted you to be jealous of the guys I was going out with but you never felt what I needed you to feel." He shook his head. "You were too occupied with being the school womanizer that you didn't notice my looks. My feelings to you. When I met Jesse I hoped. But nothing from your side that I thought maybe it's not Adrian that was supposed to be my first. Maybe I should give someone else a chance. And I did." He took a fistful of my shirt and shook me. "Do you know what happened?! I'd been raped. I can't love you again. It's too dangerous for me. I won't survive it." He said before running away from me crossing the road.
There I saw it. The car sliding over the road with the rain still as heavy as it could be. It was heading to crying Christian and he didn't notice it coming.
I shouted running to him. "NO CHRISTIAN." I pushed him away from the car to be hit myself.
"Adrian, oh god, Adrian." Christian screamed in pain. A scream that was filled of life and death together. I never heard him that emotional.
He fell on his knees next to me. "Adrian. No please. I'm sorry. Don't leave me. I'm sorry. I did this to you." He was sobbing crying like he never did before. Hell, he didn't cry that much when that damned thing happened to him.
"Adrian, please answer me." He begged.
"I love you. Always have and always will." I whispered to him. I lost the feeling of the pain awhile ago. It was overwhelming. Or was it Christian's embrace. "I just need you to remember that. And I'm sorry. My ignorance was the reason of you being raped. I'm sorry, Love." Then I smiled. "Don't cry. Please. It's going to be fine. Just promise you'll live your life. The right way. Don't bury yourself while you're still alive." I coughed several times before whispering for the last time. "I love you, Christian."
Then nothing, only blackness and silence. I didn't even hear Christian's grieving screams.
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