A.N.: Thank you for reading, and leaving me a review you rock. Oooh girl you've been reading this since S.V thank you I'm glad you're still interested I don't wanna feel like I'm wearing the plot but this is the last one so, I hope everyone likes it and yup its rounding down to the end I have two more chapters to go or three.
Warnings: Sex in this scene which means you've been warned, if you'd like not to read it skip to December 25th its over then.
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Robbie shot up in bed, eyes wide, breaths coming out in hard pants. The room is dark, shadows are casting from everything due to the moonlight coming in from the window. Inside the air is calm and still, though, outside the wind can be heard blowing against the window, whining in huffs when it slams into itself. The Canadian male places a comforting hand to the side of his head to steady his frazzled nerves.
'It was just a dream, its all over now.' He lies back down in the warmth he's left on the bed, though, you couldn't tell it came from him since his skin is freezing, right along with his very core.
Wrapping an arm around his clammy lover, Rocky sighs sadly. "A nightmare?"
"Mhm. But I feel better now that I know it was only that."
Rocky blinks, unseen due to the darkness around them, he has a hard time believing that Robbie is fine. Pushing the issue so that his, often joking about life's obstacles, boyfriend doesn't have to sit with the nightmare alone.
"Its scary isn't it... being raped? You think, it shouldn't be happening to you and yet it is. Even when your mind is over it, your spirit isn't, and you end up having dreams and recalling things from it." Resting Robbie's head onto his chest he adds. "Robbie, you can talk to me about it."
Smiling the male says evenly. "Nothing to tell, its just your typical sexual violation- same old song, different singer." He shrugs. "I wanna be down about it, but honestly, I'd just rather not give it power to become stronger, so unless it shows itself when I have no say over it, I just want it to be gone."
Smiling, Rocky hugs the male closer to him. "I should really take a page from your book; I'm no victim but you wouldn't think so with the way I allow myself to be haunted by my past and problems."
"Mm. Don't worry about being like me, I want you the way you are- you're better than the soaps." He snickers when feeling a pop to his shoulderblade. "I'm teasing. I think I'd be horribly flattered to have you take after me, even in the smallest ways. I take a lot from you."
"Like what?" Rocky didn't believe that one bit, he sees nothing of himself casting off to Robbie what-so-ever.
"Isn't it obvious? I wash."
Rocky chuckles rolling over so that Robbie is laying beneath him. "You're so disgusting." He nuzzles his nose to his boyfriend's. "You're lucky a guy like me gives you even half of his day." He jokes.
"I'll say." He laughs while pulling the male down to him by the back of his head for a kiss. "How's about a little hanky panky since we're both awake?" He kisses him.
Brows raised Rocky gets off the amorous male. "Man, I'm beat." He stretches, letting out a fake yawn before lowering himself back onto his side of the bed. "Good night."
Rolling on top of the blond's back, Robbie shakes his head. "Ohhh no ya don't- strip Douglas, I wanna see those dark blue boxers down at your ankles pronto."
Laughing, Rocky shoves the male away not caring that the hopped up brunet didn't actually move. "Its always gotta be about getting naked with you."
"Well not always, sometimes I wanna do it over the clothes."
When Rocky rolled over onto his back, Robbie lowers himself beneath the blanket, shoving Rocky's shirt up over his stomach to the male's neck.
Placing kisses tenderly down the male's torso he's happy to hear a pleased sigh and feel the slightest flex from the blond's stomach muscles; going into a brief make-out session with his lover's navel, Robbie slowly pulls away the dark blue boxers like he's giving himself a peepshow, and when they are as low as his reach could pull them away and his hands replace the soft fabric with rough handed caresses and pets up and down the now bare thighs.
Rocky's uneven breathing egged him on, so Robbie's kisses trail lower along Rocky's hip and leg joint. He wants to do this to Rocky so badly, but he knows how the male feels about it; maybe there's a way to dull it down for him, nullify the bad attached to it that his aunt put there. On hands and knees he removes a condom from between the mattress. Rocky's gaze is on him like Robbie is prey, as he moves about the bed. The ninjas's sneaky boyfiend tears open the wrapper pulling the white protection free, placing it over the length of Rocky's gender, he then rolls it up so that only the head is covered while the rest lay exposed to the warm room.
"...What are you doing?" Rocky asks feeling suddenly very exposed, though, you can only really make out his skin tone in the darkness.
"Nothing bad, I promise." Rubbing a hand tenderly over his lover's stomach he adds. "Just let me do this."
Rocky, though with reservation, nods.
Lowering himself back under the blanket he opens his mouth taking in the length of his lover. Rocky's breath caught as his back arches from the bed, his body shuddering as he felt himself encased in the heat beyond Robbie's mouth.
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There was just no way it was true. Jessica Douglas is going to scream, maybe cry, maybe she'll do a combination of the two. Colt came home for a visit, but unlike other days there was no hello, no kiss on the cheek that he willingly gave- unlike when he was a teenager and thought it was embarrassing to kiss your parents, and instead of smiling and happy he looks very stressed and tired. He hasn't looked like that since he was a child, a day when he'd broken a vase at 8 years old and spent the entire day trying to fix it with glue, only to end up hiding under the covers by the time she'd gotten home from work.
Jessica had expected him to say that something bad has happened, a fall, a break up, flunked a class, anything! But she never thought... that he would tell her what he's told her. That her eldest son, Rocky- Samuel, her big strong man is... Her first born...
'How do I tell Sam? Should I tell him? There's no fixing this problem alone, maybe there is.' She looks at the bed where her husband would be sleeping, if work wasn't keeping him tonight. 'Colt wouldn't lie about something like this. He has no reason to; I kind of sensed my boys were having a bit of a tiff, but that's normal of siblings. Before Sabrina lost her mind, she and I used to argue all the time. Make fun of each other or break the other person's things, but we would get along again in a day or so. This is far beyond children battling, this is far beyond all of that. Rocky is gay, gay with that- that damned boy from school.'
Colt's words were exact. "Mom, Rocky has been seeing Robbie- they're a couple..."
'Its all the fault of that woman, if she hadn't done the things to him that she's done he never would have ended up like this. He'd be normal, not... not some poor broken child that feels he's no longer a man because a woman has raped him.' Dabbing the tissue against her nose, she sniffles. 'I can fix this, I can't just cry as though I've given up on him. I can fix this and I will.'
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Rocky had no idea that a blowjob could be so... good! Mind-blowing, even! Though, to be fair, he didn't know that sex with a male penatrating him could be good either. He let's out a low moan rocking his hips up into the inviting hole, and through the friction of Robbie's rubbing palms. How in the world could something made to be so terrifying by one person be so soothing from another? He imagines that if someone else had touched him in any way he would put his fist into their stomach, but Robbie... he just touches him the way he needs to be, holding him when he doesn't ask to be but he would have liked to ask... Robbie just seems to know. He takes the fear from his life. He is his anchor.
His breath jumped in a gasp as he released into the condom secured around the head of his member rather than into Robbie's mouth, which would have disgusted him to be honest, but as he reveled in a moment ago, Robbie thinks of everything.
"Now I'm satisfied." Says the Canadian popping up from under the blanket.
"Don't sound so smug, you tricked me."
"Yeah but, you let me trick you."
Rocky shakes his head, though, its true in a way. Cocking his head against the pillow he looks at the male's waist. "What about you?"
Perked to attention the Robbie sits back up after having laid down. "You'd give me a bl-.."
Cutting him off Rocky shakes his head. "No. No.. I meant,"
He made a weird gesture with his hands, before scrapping the mime act altogether to reach over on his side of the bed to grab another condom and the small bottle of lubricant. Robbie takes the condom from his lover so he can cover himself as quickly as possible. He really didn't think he'd get anything as far as his own needs went- not that Rocky withholds in any way, but he really didn't think this would go any further than sucking boyfriend off. He then reaches for the bottle only to be paused by the sight of Rocky tilting his head back, bottle to his lips and taking the lubricant into his mouth. The blond then climbs onto Robbie's legs lowering he head down to Robbie's lap.
The Canadian swallowed hard watching as the tip of his manhood touches the soft lips of his lover before its encased in a semi-lubed mouth all the way to the base, clamping the walls of his cheeks in as well as his lips around Rocky slowly backs himself away until his mouth is no longer around the brunet and a condom is. Back of his hand going across his mouth, Rocky grabs the back of the bed to help pull himself into position before lowering himself down. Robbie could have died due to lack of oxygen if it hadn't been for his lover leaning over to kiss some life and movement back into him.
"Ready?"
Rocky asked in a voice so rich, Robbie had no idea the male could use. It was throaty and rough, like he were on the verge of beating someone down and the excitement of it was just eating him. It ate at Robbie too.
Hands gripping the ninjas's hips, Rocky's are now at his shoulders the two enjoyed sharing a ride in each other's body heat.
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And if it weren't for Jessica telling herself that her son has been swayed the wrong way due to the sick woman, and that boy taking advantage of him when he was in a weak place, she never would have gotten to sleep, she would have been awake wondering if her son were being used and abused by that very person right now. But thankfully, thoughts of her sensible, sweet, first child filled her mind, over crowding the terrible events going on now.
December 25. Christmas day.
Rocky dressed quickly, chucking something he'd picked out for Robbie to wear at the sleeping male before dashing out of the room into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Rocky loves breakfast at home on Christmas day, but not as much as he loves being around his family. The good feeling of being in a place where everyone loves you, the random singing- whether you know the song or not, the baking and, of course, delivering cookies to people they care about that live in the area.
His mother likes the cookies to be given on the day of Christmas, to add a good greeting to their day. Dashing back into the room; mouth full of cinimon flavored foam from his Close Up tooth paste, Rocky shakes his lover's leg violently with his free hand.
"Shake a leg Ballerini, we gotta go." He says over a mouthful. Leaving the room he darts back into the bathroom to spit and rinse.
Sighing, he takes in a deep breath of morning air. Sitting up, he wonders when he'd had time to fall asleep as events of last night flash through his mind. Smiling he pulls his shirt off then locates the deodorant stick wiping some under his arms before slipping into the shirt Rocky chucked at him. Yawning, Robbie then stands on wabbling legs to change into some clean boxers since his were removed last night and dropped to the floor- not that he wouldn't have changed them either way, but you know how it is. Slipping on his jeans, he looks around for something else that needs remembering and that is to brush his teeth. Walking into the bathroom, he loads the tooth brush to do so.
The two finish the morning routine and head out to the parking lot. Taking Rocky's car, he buckles up then starts the engine.
"We're gonna have to deliver cookies like happy elves, but you can stay at my house if you don't want to."
"Are you nuts; I've never done weird stuff on Christmas before, I wouldn't miss this for the world." Answers the male snickering.
"Its not weird to wanna spread good cheer, and cookies to people you care about."
"Can I have a tin?"
"I don't see why not."
The car turns heading for the street he lives on. Its always nice to see houses that go all out with decorations and don't just string up a rim of lights on the roof in the front. Every year his mother asks for their help, sending them this way and that with lights in hand and ladders under their arm to hang the lights where instructed. Next are the blow ups, they have to stand and wait for their mother to find a good place to put them before they start working the extention cords and things around the house. Sam never liked that part much, especially when Jessica put a hole in the screen of the front window just to send a cord through it.
Rocky can almost hear his mother now, telling him good morning while she pats him on the cheek then gives him a kiss. She'll be wearing her holiday robe the blue one with the snow covered tree on the back and her pajamas will be the ones his father bought her last year, the ones with the reefs on the cuffs of the ankles of the pants, and wrist of the shirt; she'll ask him to help her with breakfast and they'll chat a bit- just some nice mother son time. Only this time Robbie will be there, but his mother likes Robbie so it shouldn't make a difference if he's there. He may even get up the courage to tell her about the two of them. It would be wonderful if she understood.
Sometimes it feels like he's holding his breath waiting on the world to come to an end when he's with Robbie, and honestly it takes some of the joy out of being with him and he hates it. Every moment with the goofy male should be one to cherish and remember until they part ways or, who knows, die together as some old partnered couple. They could be that sure fire thing after all.
"Awww." Robbie voice breaks Rocky from his thoughts. "Your house looks good. We have to spend the night so I can see it lit up."
"Yeah." Pulling his car into the drive way, he turns off the engine. "Robbie... how would you feel about maybe going to Japan with me over the summer."
"Are you kidding? That would kick ass, I've never gone any place remotely exciting on vacation, and listening to you translate for me will be the end- you sure you're ready for that kind of intimidating assault to my well-being?"
"I'll hold up." He smiles knowing that he could never actually fully resist the male, no matter how hard he tried.
Making a curious face, the Canadian asks. "Have we had this conversation before?"
"I have no idea." He makes the same curious face.
"Whoa, deja vu."
"Ahaha." Climbing out of the car he closes the door heading to the house with Robbie not far behind. Opening the front door he holds it open for the male. "After you."
"Why thank you." Walking in with his nose in the air their laughter is silenced almost instantly.
"That's weird. Usually my mom is in the kitchen starting breakfast by now."
"Maybe she had a late night?" He elbows his lover as if to indicate what they've done could have been going on all around.
"Gross, don't say things like that about my parents, think about your own." He walks towards the kitchen.
"Believe me, one time I heard them," He shudders. "I'm still represing it with food."
Grabbing a pan from beneath the counters' cabinet, Rocky sets it on a stovetop. "Wanna help make breakfast? I'm sure no one but Colt would object, and if that's the case he can make his own meal." Turning the stove on, he walks to the refrigerator to grab eggs and bacon, sausage and butter.
"Yup, just tell me what to get my hands on." He looks at the items being spread out.
"Uuum, grab the biscuits from the freezer and some cheese." Rocky instructs.
Reaching then into the tiny drawer where the aprons are kept folded on top of each other: Blue ones, green, orange, and pink, they came in a set and Jessica bought two.
"Can I make fried potatos? I can cut them really quick, and let me tell you they're prize winning."
"Ahaha, then by all means master chef, go to work." He holds out a green apron to him after tying his own around his waist, slipping his head through the strap at the top.
The two work quietly a moment but Rocky leaves the kitchen turning on the radio to a station that's playing nothing but Christmas songs- which on Christmas day believe me there was more than one to choose from, but he picked a station that was just starting Rudolf the Red Nose Reign dear.
"Shoot, you know what..."
Just as he walks back into the kitchen he exits to check the television. The green lights on the VCR which means Tum was way ahead of him with the pre-sets. Tum tum would lose it if he missed out on his girlfriend dancing, especially when they had sex- she'd think it was a slap in the face that he missed their Christmas special.
Rocky enjoyed the show as well, though, it is for children but not really, its for any age that finds jokes from comedy sketches, dancing, and interviews fun- whether you can understand Spanish language or not- though Rocky can. Returning to the kitchen he spots Robbie at the table, paring knife in hand and slicing away at potato's. He couldn't help but think that living with Robbie would be nice some day- if they made it.
Dropping butter in the pan, Rocky watches it melting for a moment then he retrieves the flour from the pantry. He's going to make sausage gravy, he's seen his mother doing it many times so he has a pretty good jump on how to make it. He only hoped it would taste alright.
Upstairs the door to the master bedroom opens. Jessica leans outside of it looking down over the banister into the living room. She can hear her son beyond the room in the kitchen talking to that boy. The two of them are laughing and carrying on as if the world is ok with them. Its NOT. Cautiously, she walks down the stairs, through the living room where she turns off the radio before entering the kitchen. Both men pause in their slicing and mixing to see who came to the entrance.
Ressuming his peeling, Robbie says cheerfully. "Good morning Mrs. Douglas, merry Christmas."
Rocky, knowing his mother to be radiant all the time, continues looking at the woman with curious eyes. "...Mom, are you all right? What's wrong?"
Eyes suddenly filling with tears the woman asks in a very small voice. "Rocky."
Upstairs, Tum tum appears from his bedroom, a yawn being covered by his hand, and he starts down the stairs slowing a bit when his second brother opens his door walking out of the room, only the male did not come any further than the banister, not even when their father- chip and cheerful- exits the master bedroom walking passed him saying good morning.
'Something's wrong.' Thinks tum tum not liking the still in the air. This is not the Christmas morning that he's used to.
Seeing the look on the woman's face, the pure hurt in her eyes as she glares at him.
Rocky sets the pan to an off stove. "...I guess I should skip the first two questions and ask, how much do you know?" Asks Rocky.
"Stop acting so casual!" His mother snaps causing Rocky to start at the sudden raise in her voice.
His father is now at the door looking just as confused as Robbie who's sitting at the table. Tum Tum isn't looking in the kitchen but it would seem his gaze is on the stairs instead. The angry woman marches into the kitchen slapping her son across the face as hard as her hand could muster.
"Jessica!?" Sam is flabberghasted by this sudden anger towards their son. What could Rocky have done to make his wife so angry?
Jessica Douglas' gaze never leaves her son's eyes. "I want to know." She demanded in a slow speed. "Is it true?"
Hurt beyond repair right now, Rocky shakes his head. How did she? And who could have-... Colt. Of course. He told. "Yes, its true."
She slaps him again only afterwards she turns to her husband to cry against his chest.
"Jessica, what's the matter? Why are you so upset with Samuel?"
"Because... because..." She continued crying unable to get the words out.
"Dad..." Rocky says cautiously. "I have something to tell you, that you won't like."
Sam couldn't imagine what that could be, unless he was flunking out of college or something. The man never would have expected, though, what came from his son's mouth.
"Dad, mom is upset because-..."
He's cut off by said woman who turns around pointing an accussing finger at him. "Shut up! Shut up! I am no longer your mother if you intend to carry on with being... gay..." She sobbed out the damned word letting her tears fall right into her palm instead of her husband.
"What?" Sam's been angry before, but never this suddenly.
And his sudden anger caused sudden action as he bounds over to the frightened Canadian, who lowered his knife to the table when seeing the woman fall apart, and snatches the male up by his collar to shake him.
"Fucking bastard!" He hollars into Robbie's paled face before landing a punch to the boy's eye.
"Dad!"
Rocky darts over to his floor toppled boyfriend to shield him from the next attack which looked to be a kick. Rocky blocked it perfectly, not having to use his ninja instincts at all since it was merely a man kicking someone, rather than a trained killer with intent to do real damage to an opponent.
"Knock it off!" He barks before his voice turns into a hiss. "Don't you touch him again."
Sam was appaulled but then he looked a bit relieved. "Oh, well, at least you're the man in the relationship."
"Shut up!"
Rocky couldn't believe how pityful his voice sounded saying that to his father. The man who loves him, and treats him with nothing but kindness and love his entire life. They're practically twins his father would say to his friends and co-workers when he showed him around the station.
"You're wrong about that, both of us are men, there is no woman in this relationship."
"Don't say that," Sam growls. "don't say you're in a relationship with a man its disgraceful and disgusting- and I will not have my son saying things like that in front of his mother."
"Oh but its all right for you to hit a guy in front of her- so long as he's a fairy anything goes right?"
"Do you hear yourself Samuel, you sound stupid defending yourself and this non-existant relationship."
"I don't care! I'll defend it as long as I have to, which seems to be all I've been doing since we got together... guys at school, my own brother, and now I have to defend us to you... my parents who should love me no matter what."
"Nowhere in the 'no matter what' did it ever mention homosexuality. You came to us with your alter, fine, you came to us with this freakish ability, fine, but this... this is nothing like that- you choose to defy us, you choose to be condemed to Hell, you choose-.."
"I choose to be happy, you selfish bastard!" Rocky bites out through his teeth.
Tum tum walks up the stairs stopping at the end, getting no closer to his second brother, but the silent male makes eye contact with him receiving a disappointed shaking of the head from the younger boy.
"I choose to be with Robbie because he makes me happy." Rocky lowers his tone. "Incase you'd ever stop to pay attention to the part of my life you didn't assign to me, I've been very unhappy... my life has been flipped upside down since I was seven years old and because of my fears that I'd be a bother to you I kept it all in, blocked it all out so I could achieve that perfection you thought so highly of me having but it was a lie. Every smile, every reassuring word that I'm doing great, mom and dad... no need to worry about me..." He stops to swallow, catch his breath a bit. "Its all been a lie... the only time I'm really happy is when I'm doing ninja because it lets me choose who to be, and how well to be at it. I want good things for me too- just like the both of you. And to me its my family, my friends- the close ones- and Robbie. I deserve to be happy for once, I deserve to be loved without a job to receive it... and Robbie is worth anything I have to endure to be with him, question is, what is my happiness worth to you?"
"You mean a lot to us son, but this is the dumbest thing you've ever done and honestly nothing short of never seeing him again can fix it." Sam says with his tone brewing to harsh underneath the calmly spoken words.
"Mom?"
The woman only cried into her hand, the other over her heart as though it ached to its core from this disturbing truth.
Stunned to near silence, Rocky says quietly. "What am I worth to you? You who left me to be abducted, and you who told me to stop talking nonsense when I thought there was someone in the house... what am I worth to you when I'm being me?"
"This isn't you." Sam ground out.
"I love Robbie, and for him I'm gay... I find nothing interesting in any other man besides friendship, but because its a man at all you won't let me have this. I hate myself every time someone hurt Robbie because of me; how can you all say you love me when my happiness means nothing to you?" Taking Robbie by the hand he walks to the exit. "I continued loving you when you left me alone in that dressing room, I continued loving you when you left me at school... and Dad, when you hit Robbie just now, and when you told me I can't be strange so stop saying I see things.. So I'll continue loving you both when I realize I'll never see you again."
"Get out! Just get out of my house." Jessica sobs. "If you'd really give up your family just to commit sin then we don't want you here anymore."
Rocky parted his mouth to say something but the words did not come out, instead he continued on his way out.
Colt, now finally remembering how to use his legs starts towards the stairs from his look-out post at the railing.
Snatching his brother by the arm and squeezing a little harder than necessary, Tum Tum says looking the male dead in the eyes. "I hope that victorious smile you're sporting gives you long lasting pleasure, but it sure as hell wasn't worth making mom cry just to get one over on Rocky." Releasing him the younger male walks into his bedroom shutting the door loudly behind him.
In the car on the streets of L.A. the air is still and the city is near silent as most families are enjoying the holiday with each other, breakfast, presents, conversation, and love. And through this city, Rocky drives in silence with a confused and saddened Robbie at his side. He seems like he wants to say something but the words aren't coming out. Rocky drove here. Rocky drove there. Rocky slowed the car, and it seemed as though they were going to park but they instead drove on again until Robbie finally had to ask.
"Where are we going?"
The car stops in a parking lot, its the only car in the lot of the closed store. Engine off, seatbelt undone, Rocky grips the wheel between both hands and screams. He bangs his forehead onto the center of handle, and of the wheel as sobs come out right before another round of screaming. Robbie could only sit and watch.