"Elmund are you okay? You look like shit man! I thought you said you'd sleep better once you'd been back awhile" Giles voice reached out to Elmund in the dark. It helped him escape the thoughts that were growing in his head. But his eyes diverted towards the strip of skin showing between the top two unbuttoned buttons on his shirt where his sternum was showing. Giles had presented himself to Elmund in ruffled attire. Strong urges he was beginning to realize the meaning of were creeping into his mind. It seemed Joren had unlocked something in him.
"Sorry Giles, I can't talk right now. I need to hit the loo before class. I'll see you in there." Elmund cut him off, rounding down a side corridor in hopes that Giles wouldn't follow. Looking back, Giles was standing there following him and watching him with his eyes. Turning quickly, he jumped into the first open door he could find and locked it shut behind him. It was an empty mop closet. Taking a seat, Elmund put his head between his knees and breathed heavily, calming himself. It took a few minutes but he managed to do it, reeling in his lost feelings before making his way to Charms.
After Charms was finished, Elmund was once again on the run, not wanting Giles to catch up and pose the questions that were in his alarmed mind. Elmund was definitely acting stranger than normal. The strangeness swept around him like a cloak of misery all day, following him wherever he went. All the way up until Elmund stood outside the door to the boys lavatory where it halted and refused to come in with him. He tried to put on a brave front but it was snatched from him the minute he stepped through the door and was yanked against the wall where a body pressed against him. He couldn't help it as a yip sound left him upon the abruptness of it all.
"You sound more like a dog every day cousin. You arrived on time I see. Very good of you to do so. I won't have to punish you." The malicious intent that filled Joren's voice caused a shake to run through Elmund and it lingered to keep him companion.
Joren pulled back off of Elmund to give him a glance over. "You should really sleep you know. Stop letting the unpleasant get to you so much." His words were light and uncaring but they angered Elmund.
"Unpleasant? What do you know of unpleasant?" Spite and bile spilled up out of Elmund. Joren didn't say a word at Elmund's outcry, only raising one eyebrow in response. It wasn't enough to shut him up. "Constantly fearing that your own father might kill you day in and day out, there is no escape, not even to Hogwarts. I'm constantly watched, expected to act a certain way and when I don't, do you know what kind of punishment I receive? I get to have my father or my brother torture me. You don't know what true torture is until you can't even cry anymore from the pain. Cruciatus curses, cutting curses, burning curses, more unnamable things and all because I don't want to torture muggles. I don't want to have to look at the new muggle my father kidnaps every summer. I don't want to have to cast spells on him or her, causing them pain when I know that by the end of the summer, they'll be dead. But I can't be dead in their place. The torture stops before then, only for a small reprieve to start again only hours later. I can't even commit suicide because I am bound by my Father." Elmund sank to the floor out of words. "What do you know of unpleasant," Was all he could muster.
Joren stood watching him, thoughts clouded in his deep brown eyes. He stared for another minute or two before kneeling down in front of Elmund. "I don't know torture like you do. I do whatever my Father asks. I have never disappointed him. I won't feel sorry for you Elmund. You will be the king of the Grindalwood's. You will have all the power in only a few years time. You will reign over me, but until then, I will have what I want." His hand reached out and touched Elmund's thigh, which didn't initially elicit a response. The movement he made to trace it up and over his hip bone and up to the bones along his sides caused Elmund to shutter.
"What is it you want then Joren?" Elmund asked, holding the gasp that longed to escape back as his fingers were running against Elmund's sides. "Are you in lust? Or am I just an easy target?"
"A little bit of both. There isn't anyone else I'm interested in. I've been watching you for years, seeing how you'd turn out. You are quite pretty as they go. You could say, I was angry when I realized you were into men. I suppose it was a bit of jealousy since someone else would hold you down. Someone else would penetrate you and hear your gasping cries which I've been so fond of over the years. I won't let Giles have you." Joren's eyes were triumphant as horror filled Elmund's eyes. "Yes, I figured it out. I thought it would take a few days but after only one, it was easier than I thought. The first person you ignored was to be the person you had eyes for. Why else would you ignore them except for shame? I won't let him have your eyes though. They will be mine." Joren's hand reached under Elmund's chin and jerked up under and brought Elmund's lips to his own.
Elmund's legs immediately coiled to try to scoot backwards from Joren but he was met with wall and Joren leaned in closer, pressing his whole weight into Elmund so he couldn't escape. He couldn't even draw his wand. Struggling with his whole might he only managed to shove off Joren slightly, gasping for air. Joren's lips travelled to his neck, sucking and leaving a trail of bruises down his neck. His fingers couldn't stop from grabbing onto Joren's hair, his lips parting in a silent moan as Joren's teeth scraped along softly. "J-J-Joren, please" He managed to gasp. His pleas made no difference as Joren consumed him again, placing their lips together once more.
Elmund could not deny how good it felt. It was more than he'd ever dreamed, having never been touched by anyone before. He didn't want to tell Joren no but he didn't like Joren that way and he shouldn't be allowed to use Elmund that way just because he'd struck a fancy. It wasn't until the hands roaming his body touched his swelling crotch that sheer shock caused him to leap away waster than Joren could react and he took no time in running away now that he was free. Thankfully Joren didn't come after him and he ran into no one in his disheveled state. He owed no explanations to anyone and he was in his bed faster than he could image, the actions of the evening fading into the post of his conscious he kept for bad memories.