AN: I...have nothing to say about this. Read, review. I want to know your thoughts.

Warnings: It's going to get intense. I changed the rating for a reason...

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi.

Chapter Seven

Feels Like the End

One minute, Eli's walking home from guys night. The next, Fitz is slamming him into the rough brick of a nearby alley. And he takes a second to wonder why there are so many freaking alleys around here. Seriously, if there were just one or two maybe he could avoid this whole situation by avoiding them. But, no, they're everywhere.

About three seconds into this internal rant, Eli notices that Fitz isn't talking. Not entirely unusually, but the senior does usually declare his eternal hatred about this time. Or, perhaps, visually demostrate it with a rousing game of Kick-the-Eli. But tonight Fitz is silent and still.

He stares, looking for answers Eli knows he can't give him. Fitz hasn't even touched him since dragging him here. He looks down and away, as though ashamed, and Eli thinks that maybe he'll just let him go for once. Maybe this can be over.

"Go to the dance with me." Or not. Wait, what?

"What?"

"Go. To the dance. With me."

Eli blinks. Waits for the punchline. Waits for something, anything, to tell him that Fitz isn't serious.

"What?"

"Come on, we'll steal a page from Riley's book. We could be Kings." Fitz says. And he's serious. Eli's stomach drops down somewhere around his knees.

"I can't go with you." Eli says around the lump quickly gaining mass in his throat.

"Why not?" Fitz's brow furrows, like he had never considered the possibilty that Eli would say no.

"I just can't." Eli is trying to make him understand without having to come out and say that he hates the boy in front of him. Hates him and the things he does.

"Why. Not?" And there's the anger Eli is so used to seeing, rising fast to the surface. Fitz's hands clench into fists and his eyes narrow dangerously.

"Fitz," Eli says, pleading just a little becuase he can't see a scenario where this conversation ends well.

"Answer me!"

"...I'm not..." Eli can see the moment that Fitz completes the thought he's so reluctant to voice. "I'm not gay."

"That's a lie." And he clearly believes it. "You like this." And his hands grab hold of his belt, fingers beginning to loosen it.

"No, I don't." Eli says because he can see several endings to this encounter and none of them are pretty. "Stop."

It feels good to say the words that have been poised at the tip of his tongue for months, to finally, finally, tell Fitz that he doesn't want this.

But Fitz doesn't want to listen.

"I know you feel it too." He's saying and there's a desperation in his eyes that sends Eli straight into full-on panic mode. "I can make you feel it."

"Fitz!" Eli cries out, pride long since forgotten as his pants fall around his knees and Fitz begins to work on his own. "Stop it! No!"

Fitz punches him then, hard and harsh and angry. There is more violence in that single blow than in any the bully had given before. Eli crashes to the ground, scraping the naked flesh of his thighs on rough cement.

And then Fitz is on him, hands rough and violent. Bruising grip and harsh weight and demanding everything Eli doesn't want to give.

"Stop! Please!" Eli tries desperately, hopelessly. But his pleas fall on deaf ears; Fitz isn't even there anymore, he's off somewhere where Eli loves him too.

He enters forcefully. Hands, vices locked around Eli's wrist, hold down strugglging limbs. Eli cries out because it hurts. And he can't make Fitz stop.

He's crying in earnest now, thick tears and choking sobs and the unrelenting knowledge that this is happening.

Fitz pounds into him, harder than Eli would have thought possible, and he wants to die. To stop breathing, to stop feeling. To be numb and cold and dead. So Fitz can never hurt him like this again.

He's still struggling and Fitz is having none of that, one hand loosens its grip long enough to knot in brown hair and slam his head against the ground. Eli feels something warm and wet slither down his face. Crimson coats his vision.

Eli stops moving, stops fighting. Something cold and numb settles over him and a hazy darkness hovers over his mind. He wonders, briefly, if this is what death feels like, if Fitz has actually killed him.

Then, he's stops thinking all together as the blackness takes him.