31 March 2012 - 5:40 PM

Warnings: Well, nothing should come as a surprise now, though child prostitution is now involved. LONG CHAPTER

Beware of Dub-Con!

:3 I just got Netflix and now I'm addicted to BBC's Sherlock. New fandom! But I won't write anything. Not until I finish all my other fics.

See how much I love you all? ^^

6 April 2012: Damn. I have an entire story for a Sherlock fic in my mind. I will resist the temptation for you.

7 April 2012: Make that two ideas. Dammit!

12 April 2012: I'm so sorry, my loves. I've created a tumblr based fic for Sherlock. Please go read it. (holmes-deduction. tumblr. com)

Disclaimer: Super Luv is an original song by Shane Dawson (look it up. I love it)


Chapter 7: Super Luv


It was Wednesday, December 13, 2056.

I'm running out of time
I hope that I can save you somehow

Arthur sat down in French class, first period. He was staring at Alfred across the room. The boy was drawing again. Alfred lifted his head and his eyes met with Arthur's. He smiled and lifted his head. The lesson continued, something about finals.

In third period, the second half of a two-hour class, they were studying the Reformation and the positives of the Gutenberg Press.

"You all did really well on your papers. I know you'll do well on the finals." The teachers, Mr. Conroy and Mr. Schou, were always encouraging. As were a lot of the teachers. It made Arthur comfortable at school.

Math was easy.

Alfred sat with Arthur in the library during lunch, whispering about things that engaged them so readily now that winter break was going to start.

It was one day that rumours began.

Arthur Kirkland's a fag.

He goes to the Soma houses to whore himself out.

He's a junkie.

He has sex with the teachers; that's why they're so head over heels when he asks for something at student council.

I bet he'd spread his legs out for anyone.

If I...
If I had superpowers

I'd safe the world and you would be mine
Mine

He thought Arthur didn't (need to) know.


"Hey, wanna come over to my house?"

Alfred looked up. Arthur had never invited him over before. He talked about how his father usually had quite a bit of booze in his system and...

"My father won't be home. He's gone pub jumping again."

Arthur's dad would do that thing that alcoholics did sometimes: Stay at the pubs and bars and just move from one to another, just to stay near the alcohol.

His brothers-

"My brothers moved out last week. I wanted to tell you but the winter parties kept me busy." Arthur's cheeks reddened. Why would they do that?

"All right."

Have no fear, your hero is here
My supersense is telling me that danger is near
I'm getting close to you so I can watch your back

A villain's on the loose and he is ready to attack


Alfred and Arthur sat on the couch of the rather bleak and empty living of the cold and heartless Kirkland home. They were playing old DVDs. Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman played Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John H. Watson in BBC's old Sherlock TV show.

Arthur was leaning against Alfred. They had finals tomorrow, Friday, and Monday. It was nice to relax.

"He loved that," Arthur chuckled. Benedict was such a good Sherlock Holmes, and he played such a strange man so well.

"Mm-hmm." Alfred was staring intently at the screen. Arthur saw this.

"Do you like it?"

"This is so... captivating." Alfred tilted his head, bending forward to rest his elbows on his thighs. He really loved the cinematography and the script. He had always wanted to go into theatre and film, but his mother...

He sighed.

"Alfred?" Arthur sat up and patted his shoulder. "Are-"

"Arthur!"

The boys stopped.

Arthur's father wasn't supposed to be home.

"He-"

"I-"

The father appeared in the doorway. He looked at Alfred, then at Arthur. He beckoned his son closer with a finger. Arthur swallowed softly, lifting the remote to pause the DVD.

Oh, but I'm not a superhero
I'm not that kind of guy
But I can save you, baby, give me a try.

"Hello, father." Arthur stood up and began to fix his clothing.

"Is he a customer?"

Alfred paused his own standing up.

Customer?

Arthur bit his lip.

"Twenty dollars, father."

Mr. Kirkland held out his hand. Arthur reached into his pocker and pulled out a twenty dollar bill.

Alfred stopped. As he saw Arthur walk over to his father, who ruffled his hair, the booze smell almost contaminating Arthur, he realized something.

Cause I'm running out of time
I know what I came to do
And I didn't come to lose!

So I'll fight until you're mine
And if trouble comes around I won't be backing down, tonight

Those rumors...

Arthur never said anything about them.

He just didn't look Alfred in the eyes when someone passed them saying those things.

Like he was guilty.

"Come here, Arthur."

The two Kirklands walked into the kitchen, out of Alfred's vision, even when he turned around.

A slap was heard, and a low voice.

"You little slut! Bringing people home now? I won't have you with customers in my house."

"I-" He heard Arthur grunt, making him stand.

More hushed whispers. Arthur came out of the kitchen, his father using the back door in the kitchen to leave the house.

Arthur walked over to Alfred, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay."

"Customer?"

Arthur looked down.

"It's what he calls the people I have sex with."

Ooooooooh, if you're in danger
I'm here to save you
Ooooooooh, that's what I'm made of
Give you my superlove

Alfred sat down.

Arthur didn't look at Alfred. "I'm a whore. All of those rumours are true. My father started selling me for money when I was little so that he could get his ale and beer. I usually get money when I have sex, so that pleases him. I just can't do that here." He clenched his fists. "I guess the sex that I have now... It makes me feel secure, that I control what I do and who I do it with, not him."

Alfred looked at Arthur, really examined him.

"My brothers... They're always with friends so they don't know... It's not like they care at all... If they ever did something nice for me, it was so I didn't tell anyone at school about how they would lock me in the closet when they threw their little parties or how much they beat me up when Mum left."

His uniform was always pressed beautifully, but he could tell that he only had one, whereas every other student had two, from frequent use. He looked at Arthur's neck, seeing some inconsistency in color where his jaw ended; the smallest change in tint, due to make-up. Arthur's eyes looked so tired, probably from stress. That's when he noticed that one cheek was puffier than the other, just a bit. Also... There were small purple marks on the other's neck, some turning green or yellow. They looked like fingers. The make-up on them was rubbing off on Arthur's shirt collar, a rainbow exposed from the pale Ivory 3.

Arthur froze when Alfred stood up to hug him, as though he was the boy's favourite toy.

"I'll save you."

Arthur let the tears finally fall.


Fighting for your love for all this time
What I gotta do to make you mine
Got no super speed, but I'm running this town
If you get in my way, Im'ma take you down

Alfred stayed close to Arthur when he could at school.

Rumors about him didn't matter at all and he knew it.

As long as it didn't make it back home to Mother, he was fine.

Jodie kept on making her more frequent, scheduled visits.

So he missed his mother a bit more.


Alfred and Arthur were walking to the library in the rain. The Hydro-buses passed them without the drivers being complete arseholes and splashing them. They took their usual shortcut.

"Well, well."

Some players, three, from the American football team trailed behind them. Alfred stopped and turned. Arthur felt his heart pick up in its pacing.

As much as homophobes tended to be... Well... Homophobic, there is the finest line between homophobic because of something traumatic or spiritual, and homophobic because one is afraid of accepting it.

Accepting that you are the thing that people are taught to hate.

Gay.

But these supposed homophobic athletes accepted it outside of school.

With him.

One of the players came forward, pushing Alfred aside, and kissing Arthur's boldly. He pushed at the other, raising his fist and being blocked by the taller boy.

Oh, but I'm not a superhero I'm not that kind of guy But I can save you, Baby, give me a try.

"Hey, kitty." Arthur held back the sudden urge to vomit as a fist connect with his stomach, hitting his organs and almost forcing partially digested lunch food up his esophagus, out his mouth, and onto the dirty pavement of this alleyway.

"We don't fuck you to get your- What do you want?" Arthur looked up as Alfred punched the football player to the ground.

"Leave him the fuck alone." Alfred positioned himself in front of Arthur, a shield.

The quarterback, the second of the three, laughed. "You, Jones? You want to have a round with this whore?"

The third gasped. "That's what you two have been sneaking off to do, right? Stupid fags."

Alfred frowned. "Then what does you raping Arthur make you?"

The first one, the one that Alfred had punched, stood and grabbed Alfred's shirt. The other two walked towards Arthur, slowly.

"We're teenagers; we crave sex. And it's not rape." He turned towards Arthur. "Right, Kirkland?"

Arthur couldn't answer, forced against the wall of one of the apartment buildings on either side of them. He was being kissed by the quarterback, his belt being unbuckled by the other. His legs looked as though they would give way, weak in fear.

Alfred punched the same athlete again and pushed the others away from Arthur, standing in front of him.

The athletes laughed. "You think you can stop us from doing what we want? Your mother is incredibly easy to contact, considering she won't stop talking about being so in church."

Alfred stood still, eyes glowering. The football players seemed put off by this.

The quarterback came forward, smirking and a fist out.

Cause I'm running out of time I know what I came to do And I didn't come to lose! So I'll fight until your mine And if trouble comes around I won't be backing down, tonight

Arthur gasped as Alfred's fist flew out, striking the other boy in the jaw and sending him to the ground again.

All three other Americans nervously left.

At least, that's what he observed.

Because Alfred dragged him to the police station.

In shock, he listened as Alfred pleaded that he tell the police everything.

He agreed.

Because Alfred saved him.


Ooooooooh, if you're in danger I'm here to save you Ooooooooh, that's what I'm made of Give you my superlove

Arthur sat across from the social worker. His father had been tried for child abuse. The boys had been suspended for bullying and assaulting of a fellow student. His brothers were too young to take him... They didn't want him anyway.

"Is there any relative that can take you?"

Arthur shook his head.

The worker sighed.

"Is there anyone that you want to stay with?"

Arthur looked up, biting his lip.

"Neil Jones, from Bluff City."

The worker blinked twice. "You mean Alfred Jones' father?"

"Is there something wrong?"

Can't you see were meant to be So come with me Say you're mine Don't keep me waiting

He chuckled. "No. Not at all. It's just that Neil lost the custody battle I was assigned to for his son... and he's going to be taking care of another kid."

Arthur blinked. "Really?"

The worker signed the papers and gave them to Arthur to sign. "Let's just make sure this flies well with him."

Neil was overjoyed.

It was Wednesday, December 20, 2056.


Alfred went across town on the Hydro-bus to see his dad's new house. Now that Neil, Derek, and Arthur lived together, he had an excuse to go see the teen and his father a lot.

And he was happy.

Cause I'm running out of time I know what I came to do And I didn't come to lose! So I'll fight until your mine And if trouble comes around I won't be backing down, tonight


It was Sunday, December 31, 2056. 6:25 PM

It was New Year's Eve and Arthur had invited Alfred to a soma house. Alfred had heard of those places and was hesitant. Arthur promised him he'd keep him safe, since he already knew the Regulars and was a Regular himself. Arthur had told him that he's used fake ID's to get Soma, but he wouldn't tonight for Alfred's sake.

Alfred waited in the living room of his father's house. His mother was on another trip and wouldn't be back for two days. She had given him money and access to the debit card, in case he wanted to buy something cool.

He wondered if Jodie was going to be running the house from now on.

Ooooooooh, if you're in danger

Arthur came down in skinny jeans, a vintage "Shinee" shirt, and old-school Converse shoes. "Are you ready to go?"

Alfred looked up at the other. He seemed so dangerous and sexual.

Alfred felt conscious in his boot-cut jeans, Batman shirt, and Nike's.

"Okay.


7:30 PM

Alfred and Arthur laughed heartily, sitting down to drink a bit of the sparkling grape juice that was being served to all of the minors, all of them wearing their special ID's around their wrists. They were on their second cup, having drunk the first before dancing.

"This is awesome!" Arthur smiled at Alfred's exclamation. His eyes were bright and blue behind his glasses. The boy's tan body was sweating, not horribly, but in a way that made Arthur's mouth water. He would always want sex, wouldn't he? He could never be like Alfred, so pious and pure.

"Arthur?" His green eyes met blue and he noticed that he had been staring too hard at Alfred, making the other uncomfortable.

"Sorry!"

"No, it's fine. You just looked kind of sad." Alfred sipped some of his Coke-Negative, an energy drink that Coca-Cola made for athletes. Arthur assumed that he had bought it while he was staring. The grape juice cup was gone.

"I'm fine, really." On instinct, he reached across and held the other's free hand, both hands just lying on the table, one on top of the other. Alfred paused and returned the hold.

"Allo!"

They turned and saw Francis approaching them. Mathieu and Miguel accompanied him.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Al!" Mathieu cheered, coming up and hugging his cousin. Miguel gave a small wave to the American. Today was no day to fight with the younger boy.

"Artie invited me." Arthur pouted.

"My name's not Artie, Alfie." Alfred smiled. The other three teens went on their way, Francis wishing them luck on their fun night.

"I know. I don't really know why I called you that, Arthur." Arthur shivered. Alfred just saying his name was making him shiver.

"All right." He then flinched away when Alfred squeezed his hand a bit too tightly. "Alfred?"

Alfred shook his head. "I... I took some Soma."

Arthur balked. "Alfred, you didn't-!"

"A guy on the rugby team gave me them. I took it with the first grape juice." That explained the sweating.

Arthur took the other's hand. "Follow me." They went towards the back, seeing an empty room, a "closet," and taking the key to it, locking it behind them. Arthur whined inwardly as he noticed that this was an adult room.

I'm here to save you

Ooooooooh, that's what I'm made of Give you my superlove X 5

Alfred sat on the bed, uncomfortable. "Arthur..." His voice was whiny and alluring to Arthur. When Arthur came to sit down next to him, Alfred shifted away.

"Alfred?" Arthur laid a hand on the younger boy's shoulder and saw the other's problem.

He was aroused.

"Let go," Alfred all but whimpered, shaking. His eyes were screwed shut in discomfort and fear.

Arthur could relate.

"I'll go get you some water to try and cool you down." As Arthur attempted to stand, he was stopped by Alfred's arms. They were wrapped tightly about his waist. He exhaled sharply as he was brought down again. "Al?"

Lips pressed against his and Arthur stopped breathing.

Alfred was kissing him.

Sweet, lovely, innocent Alfred was kissing him.

When they separated, Arthur was panting harshly and Alfred had tears pouring down his face.

"It's all your fault!"

Arthur could breathe again.

"It's all your fucking fault, Arthur! If you hadn't moved here, my mother would leave me the fuck alone and everything would be fan-fucking-tastic! I'd be able to lie my way through church and with my mom, but you just have to be so..." Alfred kissed him again, but Arthur kissed back.

Was Alfred attracted to him?

It appeared so.

But he was crying.

He saw Alfred stand to leave. "I'll just go. I'm sorry."

And something in Arthur snapped.


Alfred whimpered as Arthur tied his wrists to the bed posts. "Arthur- Nngh!" Why on Earth was there rope in the bedside drawer.

Arthur had pressed his hand between his legs and made Alfred see stars and cry out a name.

"Jodie!" He shook his head. Not her. Why did he call her name? Maybe because she's the only one who he's ever had sex with before.

"No, Alfred." He roughly kissed the American boy, undoing the boy's trousers and wrapping a hand around the weeping erection, proud of what he was doing to Alfred. He pumped it quickly, wanting Alfred to call his name. When he pulled out of the kiss, Alfred's eyes were half-lidded, his tongue still out of his open mouth, wanting to tango with Arthur's again, drool dripping out from the corner of his lips, a debauched, naughty boy look.

"I can't! Arthur, I can't!"

What would his mother-

Alfred bit his lip and cried out Arthur's name (finally) when warm lips enclosed his prick. His hips wanted to thrust up into that heat, but they were held down by Arthur's hands. After a few moments, he spilled his seed into Arthur's mouth, though he was still a bit hard when Arthur released him.

And all you really need... Has been right in front of you this whole time

Arthur swallowed all of the white fluid and kissed Alfred, some semen traveling to the other's mouth, and the two shared Alfred's semen in a strange sense of intimacy that they seemed familiar to already.

Alfred panted heavily, cock hardening again thanks to the Soma, as he watched Arthur reach into the drawer again, pulling out a bottle. Arthur stood on the floor, bottle in hand, and removed his jeans and underwear.

"Wha-?"

"Lube, love. Now hush." Arthur quickly poured some onto his hand, reaching back to slip three fingers, one at a time, into his ass hole. Once done, he grabbed a lubricated condom and slipped it onto Alfred. Diseases weren't anything they needed now.

"Wait, wait-"

"Alfred. I'm done waiting." Arthur straddled Alfred and kissed him as he lowered himself down onto the other's cock, groaning at the heat, pleasure, and pain that he felt has his tight muscles moved and gave way from the large phallus that was slowly filling him.

Alfred whimpered.

He wasn't gay.

He couldn't be.

But why was he trying so hard not to moan as he felt all of Arthur around him?

And I, I didn't need no superpowers... I saved the world and now you are mine

Arthur, once fully relaxed and ready, moved his hips up and then down on his crush of two years. Eighth grade, they'd been so close. One day, Arthur woke up to have his night clothes messied with semen after a dream of Alfred.

Alfred moaned. "Arthur..."

Fuck Mom, God, the Devil, the whole damn universe...

Arthur was doing this to him.

And he wasn't scared.

Alfred and Arthur repeated each other's names like a mantra, a strange incoherent mess of sounds, that began to fill the room like a fog.

They reached orgasm, Alfred finishing before Arthur, but they didn't really care.

They called out each other's names.

And they fell asleep, still connected.

It was the first time in a long while that Alfred didn't have nightmares.

Before they fell asleep, Arthur looked down at Alfred.

"You're gay."

"No."

"Denial."

"No."

"It doesn't matter." Arthur kissed him tenderly.

"Why?"

"No matter how you think of it,

"Now you're mine"


12 April 2012 - 10:18 PM

1) Yep, that was History class sophomore year for me :3 I miss it.

2) Rumors fucking suck.

3) Poor Arthur! Rainbow bruises: Common sign in (child, in this case) abuse.

4) If anyone notices, I use British English for Arthur and American English for Alfred. Just seeing if anyone picks that up.

5) Go, Alfred!

6) Arthur has no one to take care of him. The custody man is connected to an adoption agency, so he is able to pull some powerful strings.

7) Sigh... Soma. The ID's I picture to be cards with numbers (to keep track of them all) that keep the alcohol away from the kids. They have a small padlock on them. The age for a soma house is 15 and up, so Arthur and Alfred are some of the youngest there.

8) God dammit, Alfred! Why'd you take the Soma? It's like going in the Orgas-matron! (Reference to the Sleeper movie - My teacher showed us it in class. My teacher is f-ing awesome.)

9) Yeah. Sex happened.

10) This is why I say Alfred isn't gay. He doesn't see himself that way, and self-identity, I think, is the most important part of sexuality. When I was in middle school, I still viewed being bi as a stigma because I was young and of how I was raised. Now it doesn't bother me at all; I embrace it.

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