AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Again, and this is the last time I will repeat this, this is not going to affect the future or Alan's memories in any way. You will have to wait and see what I mean in the final chapter. I'm not angry or annoyed, I just got a boat load of messages on tumblr asking about this and I do not want to ruin the story's ending for anyone.
This will be a slightly longer chapter due to the events at the end.
Listening to Falling in Reverse and Get Scared. Fuck yeah :D
This chapter may be shorter than my other ones, sorry...BY LIKE 1,500 WORDS. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for
**WARNINGS: Violence, Language, Sexual Theme
***DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of it's characters.
CHAPTER 5
Alan was sitting in Pal's living room on the floor by the couch with his legs pulled to his body; Pal was holding his sweater and yelling at him about the blood. Alan, obviously paying more attention to the dirt and cocaine that was caked into the cheap carpet, heard nothing that was yelled at him.
The house was in a horrid state. Packs of cigarettes were scattered on the couch, most of them empty. Cigarette butts and ashes were in the carpet and all over the computer area. The computer area was a mess, beer and energy drink cans flooding the table in which the computer was placed on, the ceiling fan was rusted and stopped working. The coffee table that Alan was sitting in front of had rows of cocaine and 5 broken straws along with some weed wrapped in notebook paper. There were several syringes scattered on the floor and the coffee table itself.
"Are you listening to me!?" Pal yelled.
"Yes." Alan groaned very annoyed "I heard you." His childish attitude showing.
Big mistake. Alan's attitude earned him a slap across the face by his current 'boyfriend'.
Eric was outside looking in the window which was cracked open so he could hear what they were saying. He wanted nothing more than to teach Pal a lesson. Alan had enough on his shoulders with cancer, losing his sister, abuse from his brother and father, abuse from kids at school, and having major depression not to mention suicidal tendencies.
Eric knew Alan liked bad boys, but Alan has also stated he really liked men who knew how to be gentle; he said it was a huge turn on. Not sexually but romantically. So Eric was pretty much Alan's ideal lover.
Eric sighed. He wanted Alan to fight his own battles but he felt so over protective of the brunette it sometimes drove Eric mad. Like right now, he wanted to do so many illegal things to Pal for his Alan but he knew he couldn't.
Pal threw Alan's sweater at him "Put it on, your fat is showing." And walked into the kitchen.
Alan said nothing as he slipped the over sized sweater back on himself, his cheek red from being slapped and his messy bangs covering more of his face than usual.
Alan tossed the bangs out of his face and took out a lighter then got a pack of cigarettes from under the couch cushion; he lit the cigarette and took a puff. He looked at the TV which was shattered, probably from a fight; he had a look on his face that Eric knew all too well. It was the look of pretending not to care but if you were able to see Alan's eyes you would see he was very distressed.
Eric was about to go in through the window, grab Alan and run before Pal got back, but to his dismay, Pal was back from the kitchen with some beer and more syringes.
Eric's eyes widened "He better not give any kind of drug to my sweet Alan!"
"Give me your arm." Pal commanded, roughly grabbing Alan's arm, forcing his sleeve up and tying a belt too tightly around Alan's forearm.
Alan tried to pull away "W-wait!"
Pal stopped and cast a glare at Alan "What? You're sayin' we never done something like this?"
Alan was quiet for a moment. His eyes seemed to dart around the room "I don't…want to get high today." He said rather cautiously.
Eric sighed in relief; he had been holding his breath without knowing. He was a little upset that Alan was getting high with his 'boyfriend' but at least he said no this time. This showed that perhaps Alan really didn't like getting high with this man, like he was being pressured this whole time. And now that Eric has seen this 'Pal' guy, he was sure he was also the reason for Alan's smoking habit.
Pal glared "What do you mean 'you don't want to get high'?"
"I-I mean I don't want to get high with you today." His voice began to shake "Or ever again."
This enraged Pal, "You sayin' your breaking up with me!?" he yelled in rage.
The tone and volume in Pal's voice made Alan jump. Alan was quiet before he decided to toughen up. He nodded "Yes. I no longer want to be in any form of relationship with you."
Pal stood. "Oh. Did the little gay slut find someone better?"
Alan didn't know if he should stand or just stay seated, he chose to just stay still as he looked up at Pal. "That's right. The slut did find someone better and that someone wants the slut to live." Now he stood. "And I am not a slut. I am a human being. I am not working the corners, I am still a virgin, I don't flirt, and I don't dress like a slut." He threw his arms up, the sleeves of his sweater flapping as he did so. "You want to tell me that sluts wear clothes like this? What about you? How many times have you cheated on me in the past 5 months?" his voice was quiet as he spoke but his attitude was loud.
Eric smiled. He loved seeing Alan being tough because he knew deep down, Alan was tough. Alan knew how to fight and he didn't take any bull shit from people. Sure, people at work liked to pick on him, but when someone said something to Alan that was offensive and obviously not true, he would point out that it was BS and then he would get back to work. He and Grell got into fights that ended up in hair pulling and trips to the doctor for injuries. Of course, Alan would feel bad and apologize but Grell would only bark insults right back at him and of course the fights were very rare.
This made Eric wonder. Where did Alan learn how to fight?
Pal threw a hard punch across Alan's face, causing the skinny boy to fall back and hit his head on the chair by the computer with a loud THUMP.
This is when Eric started to panic. "Alan!"
Alan groaned and grabbed his head. Before he could stand up, Pal had grabbed Alan by the sweater and slammed his fist in Alan's face before throwing him into a wall.
"Fucking whore." Pal cussed at Alan.
Alan put his hands on the wall to help himself stand. His nose was bleeding, and his face was bruised.
"I didn't say you could get up." Pal's voice was heard as a hand grabbed around Alan's thigh and pulled him back to the ground. Before he knew it, Alan was being hung upside down by his thigh by Pal.
"You're heavy you know."
That was a lie of course. Alan was merely skin and bone and Eric has held Alan many times before to know that he was only 107 pounds. Maybe lighter.
"I'm 16, of course I'm going to be heavy." It was silence before the next two words left Alan's lips "Ass hole."
"White trash." Pal dropped Alan on his head then kicked him in the gut, earning a cry of pain from the younger male.
Eric didn't know why he was just standing there watching. Was not getting caught seriously more important than saving his don in distress!? Eric didn't have his scythe, that was okay, he could kill Pal with his hands. Before he got a chance to break through the window, Pal was pulled to the floor by his ankle and Alan got on top straddling the older male's waist. Eric was confused until Alan threw a strikingly hard punch across Pal's face.
And another.
And another.
Soon Pal's face was a bloody mess and he was screaming cuss words at Alan, telling him to get off and that he was going lock him in the closet with gasoline again.
Alan didn't seem to listen to anything Pal's sinful threat. He was pissed, he was beyond pissed. He was so pissed words couldn't explain. His body was over flowed with agony, self hatred, or just hatred in general, along with confusion.
Alan was kicked off of Pal, he hit the floor hard, the back of his head making an impact with the floor. Pal got on top of him, in between his legs causing Alan to growl.
"I'm in between your legs and you're not doing any-"
Alan hooked his leg around Pal's waist and flipped him on his back and punched him again.
Eric had enough of this guy. He opened the window and went in the living room.
"Alan!" Eric wrapped his arm around Alan's waist and went to pull him off of Pal but Alan elbowed him in the side and punched Pal again. "Alan! Get a hold of yerself!" he hugged Alan's waist and pulled him off.
"Eric! What the hell, let me go!" he yelled.
Eric kept an arm around Alan's waist as he looked at Pal. By now, Alan had stopped trying to fight.
Pal's face was a bloody mess. He stood, eyeing Alan as if he was going to literally murder him. Eric removed his arm from Alan's waist and pushed Alan behind him so he was hidden from Pal.
"Who the fuck are you!" Pal yelled at Eric.
"Eh. Alan's boyfriend."
Pal stared at Eric then glanced at Alan who was peeking over Eric's arm over at Pal to see his reaction.
Before he knew it, Pal was charging towards Eric with a chef's knife, yelling in rage. Eric, who was standing perfectly still, kept his eyes on Pal. Alan tugged on Eric's jacket. "Eric, come on! He is going to kill-!"
Before Alan could finish his sentence, there was a loud SPLAT and a spot of blood had found it's way onto Alan's cheek. Alan felt his eyes widen.
Eric was…
Alan clutched Eric's arm with his hand and looked up at him "Eric!" he was surprised to see Eric standing there normally. He looked at Alan.
"It's ok." Eric said as he ran his hand through Alan's hair.
Alan was confused but mostly scared. Eric was stabbed! And he was acting like nothing happened! His eye darted down to Eric chest then his stomach and was shocked to see Eric completely fine. A few spots of blood on his white button up but other than that nothing!
Alan looked at Pal and realized what had happened.
Pal was on his knees gasping for air, the knife plunged into the left side of his stomach. "Alan…" he said. Alan just looked at him. He wanted to know what Pal's last words were. Was he going to apologize for torturing Alan for the past couple of months? "You…"
"What is it?" Alan asked quietly.
"You…fag…" he fell on his face, a puddle of blood slowly forming on the carpeted floor.
Alan took a step back. "Is he…?"
"Yeah." Eric looked at Alan "Come on, let's go. I'll take ya back to yer place at the bar." He took Alan's hand and left the house, leaving no traces that they were ever there.
Alan set his bag by the window and flopped back on his bed with a sigh.
"It feels good to know that heavy weight is off of my shoulders." He turned his head and looked at Eric "But…was killing him really necessary?"
"If I didn't kill him he would've come back and killed ya." He sat on the bed beside Alan whose bangs were covering his face again. He moved the bangs out of his face "You gotta pretty face. Stop hidin' it."
Alan smiled and turned his head away from Eric "That's what you would say to girls you know."
Eric couldn't help but smile in return "Well what did'ya expect me to say? You got really feminine features in your face. Not just on ya face but ya got a feminine body too."
"Are you saying I'm a 'pretty boy'?" Alan asked, looking back at Eric.
"I ain't gonna say yer a man if that's what ya mean."
"I am too a man!"
"No you ain't. Ya look too much like a girl to be a man. Not to mention ya really like flowers, singin'and dancin'."
Alan's face grew red "H-how do you know all that?" he demanded.
"Alan, yer homework is nothing but A's and flower doodles." Alan's face grew redder. "And ya always singin'. Yer singin' when ya in the shower, ya sing yerself to sleep when yer alone at night, ya sing when you draw, ya sing when yer doin' chores, and you enjoy dancin' when yer by yerself." Eric was about to say 'And ya like to slow dance in the living room when it's just me and you' but he knew he couldn't give too much away.
"Heh. And I know you can't cook unless you have a full recipe in front of you."
Alan sat up "Excuse you!" Alan's face grew red, he quickly covered his mouth in total embarrassment. Then, to his horror, Eric started to laugh causing Alan's face to grow red like a tomato. "Shut up! It's not funny! I'm still going through puberty!"
Eric continued to laugh "Shouldn't ya be over that by now?"
"No! Some people live with puberty longer than others!"
"That explains why ya can't grow facial or body hair." Eric teased.
"Shut up!" the younger male hit the older in the arm, not hard, it was more so playful then anything.
Eric laughed some more and put an arm around Alan. "I'm just messin' with ya Alan."
Alan looked away face red "It's not very funny." He mumbled.
"Hey," Eric said, taking Alan's chin and lifting it so they were both looking at each other's eyes "I'm just try'na make ya smile." Alan looked at Eric.
Why did he care if Alan was happy? Alan's happiness never meant anything to anybody. Until now.
Eric really seemed like he cared.
"Eric…" Alan began softly. "C-can I have a kiss? Please?"
Eric smiled "How can I turn down a cutie like yerself?" he said before taking Alan's lips into his.
The kiss was longer than usual. It wasn't just a quick peck on the lips, it was long and sweet. Alan flinched back slightly, not having experience with kissing. Eric saw this "Here," he said "I'll help ya." he kissed Alan's lips again and deepened it before licking Alan's bottom lip. Alan tried to register what was meant by that when Eric started to suck on the bottom lip earning a small gasp from Alan.
Eric sneaked his tongue into Alan's mouth and explored it causing the smaller male to moan in response and push his tongue against Eric's. The arm that was around Alan moved and Eric's hand was tangled in Alan's hair as he was kissing him.
Alan shifted. It wasn't the most comfortable position to be kissing in. It was very similar to kissing in a car, it wasn't comfortable at all. Eric felt this too and gently pushed Alan back onto the mattress, their lips never parting for even a second. Eric leaned over Alan and sucked on his tongue gently, earning a slight squeak from Alan. He traced his tongue across Alan's jawline and then licked down the length of Alan's neck.
Alan gasped obviously in pleasure. "Ah...mm..."
Alan's knees were poking Eric in the ribs. He gently opened Alan's legs to allow more access and then got in between them making the younger blush. Eric traced kisses down Alan's neck, sucking and biting occasionally all the while earning sounds from Alan that was like music to the older's ears.
He kissed Alan again, his hand traveled up Alan's sweater and caressed his waist then his hips even with the XS tank top in the way, Eric could already tell Alan was very slim. Alan wrapped his arms around Eric's neck.
"Jesus Christ." he moaned quietly in between kisses "Eric..."
"Let's take this big ol' sweater off of ya." he rolled the sweater up Alan's chest and pulled the sweater off then tossed it aside. He stroked Alan's hips some more before sucking on Alan's tongue again and then stroking Alan's inner thighs. Alan got the hang of the kissing thing and began to kiss back as much as Eric was kissing him which Eric enjoyed. Alan was always a good kisser.
Alan untucked to older's button up shirt and slid his hands up it and let his hands explore Eric's chest. He realized Eric was very muscular and had abs, something Alan always wanted.
Eric's hands traveled from Alan's thighs, to his hips and then Alan's chest. Eric was about to take off Alan's tank top until Alan's phone rang on the end table causing both of the males to jump and stop kissing. They remained in that position,staring at each other until Alan reached over and answered his phone "Yes, h-hello...what?"
Eric sat up, allowing Alan to sit on the edge of the bed. He could hear a female's voice on the other end of the phone.
"Right now?" Alan asked. "..Oh, ok...yeah, see you soon..." he hung up and looked at Eric "My mum wants me home."
"Yer mum?" Eric felt alarmed but didn't show it.
"She knows I've been ditching school and he wants to talk with me." he got his sweatshirt on and stood.
"Well yer dad ain't gonna be there right?" Eric asked, completely forgetting his shirt was unbuttoned.
Alan took a deep breath"I don't know. I don't know Eric." his face was a look of utter distress.
"Want me to come with ya just in case?"
"No. If my dad is there then I'll just take whatever beating he has in store for me."
Eric hesitated. "Fine. I'll be here, that ok with ya?"
"Of course. You said you had no where else to go. But you have to promise me something."
Eric looked at Alan "Depending on the promise." he has never made a promise with Alan and broken it. Except maybe the lies about all the souls he has collected. He lied to Alan saying he was going to hang out with Ronald when he was really going hunting for souls. Never mind. Eric's broken many promises with Alan and has lied to him many many times.
"You have to stay here and promise you won't follow me." Alan said.
Eric swallowed. He really wanted to go with Alan and make sure he was going to be ok. But he didn't want to lie to this Alan or break a promise.
"I promise." he said.
"Thank you." Alan was debating on whether he should kiss Eric or not, he no longer had to when Eric gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Alan gave a weak smile before leaving.
Eric watched Alan out the window. He twirled around twice before skipping around the corner of a building where Eric could no longer see him.
Eric smiled.
He was glad Alan was finally happy.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Thanks to my ADHD, This ended up taking me 7 hours to write. Urghh...
And I found myself listening to Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, and currently listening to Drake Bell. UGH! I was looking for Ke$ha and got fucking Paris Hilton and Britney Spears! Drake Bell was a sweet victory _
I'm a Bell-iever.
Meh. There's your make out scene. Shitty make out scene. I don't usually write stuff like this that's why it was so short.
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Thank you for reading :)
EDIT:
My mind was so numb I forgot to explain one thing
"Don in Distress" -Just like "Damsel in Distress", however, "Don" is the male noun for "Damsel". So instead of Damsel, Alan is a Don. (even though Alan doesn't qualify as a real man. Sorry Alan. I still love you _)