This story is under major construction. I have rewritten and added things to most chapters, so I'm gonna update those first before I add more, BUT, I have not abandoned you guys... again.
Chapter 1: Julian Wells
"I don't want to do this. I-I'll pay you back Rip, I swear. Please..."
Rip smirked in triumph at the sight before him. Again. The coke dealer reveled in the tears that welled up in those frightened green orbs. Rip tsked softly, cupping the smaller man's cheek.
"Julian, baby, you know that you have a debt to pay." Rip cooed softly, patting Julian's cheek. "And I need money."
Julian shook his head and took a step back from the other. He made to leave, only to crash into the drug dealer's bodyguard instead. The smaller man gulped in fear, slowly looking up at the man. Rip's bodyguard was a white, bald man with hard brown eyes and a snarl on his face. Rip chuckled.
"Johnny, don't be rude to our guest, say hi to Julian." Rip chided playfully.
Johnny stared down at the boy. His silky black locks were set in disarray, flopping around in his face. Julian was about a foot smaller than Johnny, sending a wave of lust through the man. A light blush started to form on Julian's face, trailing down the boy's neck. The bald man wondered how far that pretty blush went, imagining Julian writhing underneath him.
Julian tried to ignore the stare he was getting from the man. He backed up and yelped at the sudden shift of the world. The dark haired man landed in Johnny's arms, making the bald man tighten his arms around the boy tightly. Rip slowly walked towards the pair, a syringe full of cocaine, much more than Julian had ever taken at once, in hand.
"Now then," Rip said calmly. "Will you be a good boy for Daddy?"
"Fuck you!" Julian yelled, struggling in the man's arms.
Julian didn't want this. He didn't want this at all. He wanted Clay and Blair, anything but staying with Rip. Julian screamed as the blonde tied a hose around Julian's arm, right at the elbow, revealing the man's vein. The smallest could hear the chatter and music from just beyond the four walls. Why wasn't anyone helping him? Why did they leave him with them?
"Nonono… please Rip. I'll do anything but this. Anything, please." Julian pleaded desperately.
Rip sighed in exasperation, shaking his head. Julian noticed that not a single hair went out of place even as Rip ran his hand through the blonde locks. Cobalt blue met teary green as Rip lightly stroked the younger's trembling form. His hard expression never changed as he injected Julian with the drug. What the other didn't know was that Rip had added another substance to the drug. It would make the younger more… docile when performing.
"No." Julian whimpered, falling limp in Johnny's arms, feeling defeated and shameful.
Rip smiled and Julian whimpered. Rip smiling was never anything good, well at least not for Julian. The dark haired man didn't fight when the blonde lifted his chin, making him stare into those eerily calm blue eyes. Rip nodded at Johnny while stroking the boy's head. The bald man scooped the smaller into his arms and left, Rip in tow.
Julian felt… light. And giddy. The young man barely noticed the change of scenery or the looks he was getting from the partygoers. He smiled stupidly as he kicked his feet, feeling the world pass by in a flurry of colors. After a short walk, Julian was carried into a room. Rip watched as Julian giggled at his feet, a firm frown on his face. Maybe he had given the boy too much? Signaling for the Johnny to set the other down, the man left. Rip locked the door behind himself as a precaution. The drug dealer didn't want the other to get away. The blonde kneeled next to the other, lifting Julian's chin gently. Julian smiled crookedly, staring up at the man with dilated green eyes.
"Julian." He cooed, smiling. "I want you to treat our customer right, okay?"
"Customer?" Julian asked, tilting his head in confusion.
Rip sighed through his nose, plastering a smile on his face.
"Yep. I want you to fuck him." Rip explained to the boy.
Things suddenly clicked in Julian's hazy mind, and he cried out. Rip watched intently as Julian's face slowly changed from confusion to a frightened realisation.
"No!" The younger screeched, twisting away from the blonde.
Rip growled in both frustration and anger. He grabbed Julian roughly and shook the boy a bit.
"I'm getting really tired of playing games with you, Julian," Rip hissed. "You're going to fuck him!"
Julian whined, trying to get away from the other.
"No!"
The dark haired man tried with all his strength to get away. During his struggles, Julian struck Rip in the face. The sound of flesh hitting flesh made Julian freeze. He slowly turned his head, shaking so hard, his knees knocked together. Rip calmly rubbed his right eye, looking down at Julian with the left. The smaller swallowed nervously, feeling his heart beat at a mile a minute. Julian flinched when Rip reached out to him though he didn't fight the arms that pulled him close.
"You really shouldn't have done that." Was all Rip said before he striked.
Julian cried out when he was hit in the temple. Stars danced in his eyes and he did all he could to stay standing. He doubled over in pain at the punch to the gut and was sent sprawling on the floor by a well placed kick. Julian buried his face in the carpeted floor under him, a whimper of pain passing his throat when he was kicked in the back.
"Stop!" Julian cried pleadingly.
Rip ignored the young prostitute, punching the other in the back. Julian arched in agony, feeling every part of his body scream in pain. A kick to the head had the boy seeing double and he groaned weakly. Julian screamed once more as he was kicked once again in the head. He choked as Rip stomped on his neck, the suede shoes restricting his airway.
"Okay." Julian sobbed, tears making their way down his cheeks in waves.
Rip ignored him.
"I'll do it!" He screamed. "I'll do it... Please stop. I'll do it... I'm sorry please I'll do it..." Julian's voice cracked and he trailed off, trembling.
Rip finally ceased his beating, his chest heaving. Julian buried his face in the carpet and sobbed loudly, shaking like a leaf during autumn. The drug dealer took in the sight before him with a sneer on his face. Disgusting. Smirking evilly, Rip gently gathered the smaller in his arms, steadying the swaying man.
"Good boy." He breathed.
Rip silently placed Julian on the bed and walked to the bathroom. The blonde quickly procured a small beige bag and returned to the other. Julian was still shaking, but he did stay in place. Rip sat next to the boy, pulling out a small container of foundation. Rip inspected Julians wounds with a critical eye, taking in every bruise and cut.
Dark purple bruises lined Julian's jaw and torso, contrasting against the alabaster skin. A ring of bruises lined the boy's neck, reminding Rip of a collar and making the blonde smirk.
Julian flinched when Rip grabbed his face with one hand, keeping it in place. He squirmed until a sharp command of "stay still, damn it" made him freeze. Rip diligently applied the make up on the boy, covering the damaged goods underneath. Nobody wanted a damaged whore. Julian sat in silence as mascara and eyeliner was applied to his face, he whimpered when the cosmetic landed in his eyes.
Rip made Julian strip his clothing, sighing as more bruises came into view. He growled and pounded the make up on the boy's body.
"This was for your own good." Rip said absentmindedly.
Julian only nodded, feeling numb inside. The cold feeling traveled to his heart and he closed his eyes. Julian believed he was tainted, used, bruised, and abused.
"There," Rip cooed, patting Julian's stomach, making the boy cringe. "All fixed."
Julian wanted to laugh. Fixed. Instead he murmured a small "Thank you."
"Your welcome, Julian." Rip said softly, leaving the room.
Julian sighed shakily, standing on unsteady feet. He redressed slowly, dreading what was about to come. He waited five minutes until a man walked in the room.
The stranger was a tall man with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He had full pink lips and a tan that only a Californian could have. His broad chest was covered by a tight black button down shirt, a lone button left undid. Jeans clung to shapely legs leaving nothing to the imagination.
The blonde sat on the bed a smiled at Julian.
"Strip." He commanded.
Julian shuddered as he stripped down to his underwear and swallowed at the intense stare he got in return. The blonde crooked his fingers in a 'come hither' motion and like the good little whore he was he obeyed.
Julian's hips swayed seductively as he walked towards the man. Julian plastered on an innocent face for the man, looking at the blonde through his lashes. The blonde pulled Julian on his lap and he could feel the hard on pressed against his ass.
"You ever been taken before, baby?" the man purred, cupping his cheek tenderly.
The dark haired man shook his head slightly. The blonde smirked. This boy was precious. His green eyes shone with innocence as he stared at the man. He lightly stroked Julian's cheek, watching the blush rise on the alabaster skin. He ground his hips up, feeling the smaller male shudder.
"I'm going to make you feel good. Do you want to feel want to feel good?" He cooed, pushing Julian's body down to meet his.
Julian wanted to vomit, though he nodded meekly. He cried out in pain and suprise when he was pushed off the blonde's lap, landing on the floor roughly. He watched in dread as the man removed his clothing. Julian was pushed against the man's clothed crotch.
"I want you to suck me." The man breathed, threading his fingers in Julian's hair.
Julian looked up at him with wide eyes. 'No.' He thought. He whimpered once more when the man started to rut against his face. The soft material of the undergarments made Julian want to sneeze. He stifiled a whimper when the man moaned loudly.
He stifled a whimper when the stranger started to pull down his underwear. They wear a tight black pair Rip had gotten him just for the occasion. It made him feel dirty, to be dressed up and used for other men's enjoyment.
The sound of a door opening was the only warning Julian got before he was ripped from the stranger's grasp.
"Hey! What is this?" The stranger complained, "I thought this was all cool."
It was Clay. The blonde looked apalled at the acts the two were comitting. Draging the prostitute up, Clay roughly helped Julian into his pants. Julian hastily put on his shirt, not caring if it was left unbuttoned. Clay pushed the stranger as he was starting to rise, making him flop back on the bed.
"Who the hell are you man?"
Clay ignored him, grabbing Julian and pushing him out of the room.
Julian whimpered as he was pushed into the elevator. His shirt was left open, revealing his chest. Julian looked down at his feet and absentmindedly noticed that he was barefoot. Julian quickly wrapped his shirt around himself as they reached the bottom floor. The two men walked through the lobby and out of the hotel. Clay threw Julian's jacket in the car roughly and got in the driver's seat. The other picked it up, his mouth set in a thin line before fumbling with the door and getting in. The car screeched as they left.
They sat in silence. Julian avoided looking at Clay, smoking a cigarette as a distraction. His eyeliner was a mess, spreading around the bottom of his eyes.
"Make me understand Julian," Clay was angry and exasperated. "I really want to understand."
Julian sighed; he didn't want to deal with this.
"No you don't." he grumbled.
Clay glanced at him. His face was twisted in rage. It scared Julian. He couldn't lose Clay. Not after he just got him back.
"You looked like a fucking whore tonight!" Clay yelled angrily.
The words stung. He knew what he looked like.
"Rip made me do it! It's not like I had a choice!"
The car screeched to a stop. They were at a spot in town where mothers and children shopped. A fountain sat in the middle, spraying water all over. Stairs led to the fountain, kids playing near the water and giggling loudly. Clay turned to him.
"Hey man! You did it! You did it to yourself and you know it!"
Julian was speechless. He felt his heart shatter. His best friend believed that he would give himself to anybody. That he was a whore.
"Fuck off." He said in a forced dull tone.
Julian opened the door, getting out of the car. Walking away he heard Clay say dully,
"Fucking run away. That's what you're really good at. That's what you always do; I'm not coming after you."
"You don't know." he said in a wobbly voice.
"Well tell me!" Clay yelled.
"YOU DON'T KNOW!" Julian finally screamed, his voice cracking.
After a moment of silence he sighed shakily, muttering,
"Forget it."
Clay was out of the car in seconds. He leant against the door, staring at the upset brunette.
"Get in the car." He said gently.
Julian faced away from him. He walked towards the stairs. He didn't really know where he was headed but he knew he didn't to be there.
"Leave me alone." he said as he sat down on the stairs.
Clay started to walk towards him. Julian put his head in his hands, not wanting to look at the other.
"You want to go back to Rip? What are you going to do now?" Clay questioned harshly.
"I don't know." he said.
The brunette's words were muffled by his hands. Clay sighed and walked closer. He wasn't really sure when he stopped, but there was no stopping now. He towered over Julian, not threatening but in the way nonetheless.
"Leave with me, just come with me. You have nothing here, not here, not now." He said gently.
This caused the smaller male to look up sharply. His face twisted in rage and sadness he yelled,
"Do I look like I'm ready for homework?"
Clay finally took the time to really look at Julian. Tears shined in his green eyes, his eyeliner running amuck on his face. His face was flushed; anger and despair clear as day. Clay felt terrible for being that way with Julian. The coke head had problems, problems deeper than Clay could understand.
Clay helped him up and gently guided imp to the car. Julian stumbled and felt his legs gave out, but luckily Clay was there to catch him.
(During this scene, Clay has driven them to a party he knows Blair will be at.)
Coming to a halt, Clay turned to the brunette.
"Are you alright?" He asked while lightly gripping the back of Julian's head.
When Julian nodded, he squeezed his neck in comfort.
"Okay, stay here."
Julian did as he was told. He laid back, bare feet resting on the dash. He puffed out a cloud of smoke, waiting.
(During this time, Clay finds Blair. They start to leave but are stopped by Rip, Julian's coke dealer. He is looking for Julian. Clay and Rip fight, making Blair and Clay flee the scene.)
Julian started when Blair and Clay ran out. They looked worried. He had a slight feeling of dread creep in his heart, though he pushed it down. He had Clay, and he would protect him.
"Wow, what a party!" Julian exclaimed as they piled into the car.
Putting on a false bravado seemed natural to Julian.
"Have enough gas to get to college? Hah, I love you guys."
(The three have driven until they reach a gas station.)
Julian came out of the bathroom, tripping after a few steps and falling. He stayed on the ground as Blair ran to him, Clay following.
"Julian!"
"I'm alright. Just got the uncontrollable urge to fall down." He drawled as they pulled him up. He felt lightheaded, but he pushed it aside. "Let's walk with one another. I just want you guys to know, how much you've helped me." He really wanted them to know he cared. " You helped me when I didn't deserve help, and you've been so kind to me and I keep fucking up..." Julian ended his speech in a high voice. He felt dizzy. They helped him walk to the car. "This is why I'm going to make it up to you. For everything. I'm going to deserve your friendship."
He looked at the two before saying, "You know I want you to hear it from me." He sat down. "Uh, I want you to stop me before I get grotesquely sentimental."
Clay sat in the car and watched his friend. He looked terrible.
"You need a doctor."
Julian laughed.
"No I don't, just need to get out of here. A couple more hours of sleep, I'll be a whole new me." He said with a smile, though he felt like sobbing.
"You sure?" Clay asked once more, turning on the ignition.
Julian nodded. He sat in a comfortable position. He leaned against Blair, wanting the comfort she would always give him.
"Yeah."
Clay watched as Julian kissed Blair's neck and hugged her. They left soon after.
(They had been driving for hours, Julian sleeping for most of them. Clay is moderately concerned, but he thinks the sleep will do Julian good, so he doesn't wake him up. [This doesn't mean it is Clay's fault.)
Julian was asleep. He knew he was asleep, but it was wrong. It was if he could slowly feel himself shutting down. Julian fought the darkness in his mind, teying with all his might to wake up. He wanted Blair, wanted Clay, he didn't want to go. He just escaped from Rip! He didn't want to go. He didn't want...
And just like that Julian Wells was gone.