Disclamer: Unfortunatly I do not own and am not making any profit from this.
Fermat's Crush
Chapter Five, Just making sure you realise that this is a dream
The kiss was soft and gentle, the hands on his hips gave off a warmth that passed through his clothes and sending a tingly feeling up his spine to meet the one going down it caused by the kiss. This was pure heaven.
Virgil moved his hands up slightly, taking Fermat's shirt up with them until they had to break their kiss to remove it. When they kissed again Virgil's hands smoothed over his cheast, rubbing ,pinching and teasing the younger boys sensitive skin.
"Oh Virgil..." Fermat moaned in the elder Tracy's mouth. Virgil smiled and moved his hands down to cup Fermat's ass. Just as his hands slipped under the youngers boys trousers and boxers the door burst open and Jeff Tracy stormed in holding an axe.
"Dad!" Virgil cried.
"No son of mine is gay! No! No! No!" Jeff swung that axe and it bit deep in Virgil's cheast. Fermat screamed as the axe was pulled out and swung again, meeting virgil's body at terrible force. Virgil's blood sprayed over the room, drenching Fermat and Jeff.
"Oh god," Fermat whispered as Virgil fell lifelessly to the floor, his eyes staring at him even in death. Jeff lifted the axe high and turned to Brain's son who cowered away in terror. "Mr Tracy please, Mr Tracy don't do this." He screamed loudly as the axe swung at him, digging deep into his cheast. As the pain hit him and his vision started to dim he saw Alan at the door with a gun, a gun aimed at his fathers head. The gun shot was the last thing Fermat heard.
It was strange, he was there but he wasn't. No one was looking at him and earlier Scott had walked strait through him. The church was full of mourners, each one looking at the three caskets at the front of the church. Their was a priest going on about thier lives and the unfortunate events that had led to their deaths.
Fermat looked at the Tracy brothers. John was impassive, Scott looked angry, Gordon heartbroken and Alan...Alan was sat between two policemen, had greay clothes on with a number on them and handcuff's.
"This is all my fault, all my fault."
A/N This was a dream, not reality ok? Don't flame saying it wouldn't really happen because it didn't. Sorry itw as short but i kinda need to get back to reality.
