Late.
This entry is more fictionesq than photostory esq. Critque is welcome, but it's also an exploration of the boys characters. There are photos, FYI.
Fall. Well, Damion really. His little brother. Sometimes, just sometimes, he wondered why Fall was his nickname. Their dad claimed, well, used to claim, that it was because Damion had fallen over a lot as a kid. Eliza, his father's second wife and Fall's mother told him it was because she knew everyone that Damion met would fallf or him.
She was right, in a way. Fall was a heartbreaker. He left behind him a string of sobbing boyfriends AND girlfriends, and even before puberty struck people had felk compelled to fawn over him, to give him gifts. To pander to every single little desire.
It explained his attitude problem, it explained his temper. But then so did the abuse from their father.
he was lucky, Anzety reflected, in that he was only submitted to it on weekends. Fall, the poor bastard, had it seven days a week unless he ran away. Which he did.
A lot.
More often, he ran off to a friends, or to the local street kids. But occasionally, just occasionally, he ran to Anzety and his mothers.
Shifting where he sat, Anzety picked up the mug of tea he'd been staring reflectivly into and moved through to the kitchen where he tipped out the cold remains and placed it in the dishwasher
Anzety worried about his baby brother. Sure, they argued, but it wasn't like it was all the time. it was just sometimes Fall was reckless, and while Anzety wasn't exactly cautious, he was careful. It wasn't exactly Fall's safety he worried about either. It was the boy's health. His happiness. How the little bastard would like his friends. If Fall would make any of his own.
Anzety also worried about what his friends would think of Fall.
Sae would probably be indifferent. "Not that I'd label Sae a friend. More of a pain in the ass." Anzety muttered to himself as he sat down again on the couch, pulling his feet up and hugging his knees.
The boy got drunk at the drop of glass. Come to think of it, there was only one occasion where he hadn't got ineberiated. But then, that was how they dealt with each other wasn't it? Alcohol dropped those 'barriers' and as a result they ended up just dealing, maybe at a push even having a laugh.
Although introducing Sae to Ash had been a poor, poor idea. Anzety could've died with embrassement if he hadn't been knocked out first by a very drunk Sae in a nurse outfit. He just did not want to ever know what happened after that. Ash hadn't told him, and thank god he hadn't. Damn, it was just too embrassing...
Ash was...interesting. A bit stotic at first but warmed up really quickly. It was always akward meeting people from the internet, but Ash was great. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lops. It wasn't just the sex, although that had been fun. Ash was just so..so chilled. So relaxed. So inviting, so easy to get along with. It was a weird quality that Anztey couldn't place and he knew he didn't have it, but that particular quality made Anzety look forward to seeing Ash again.
Susan had also mentioned something about maybe the next time they all got to gether, Kai and Pip, or maybe Kouji, or maybe all three would turn up.
Zety wasn't sure what to make of that. He liked Kai.
Maybe a bit too much.
After all, Kai was with Pip. And THAT was somethign you couldn't come between, something he didn't WANT to come between. It was probably just because he missed that kind of attention. Since he'd left Arkady (or maybe Arkady had left him, said a small voice in his mind...) he'd been relucant to get into something like that.
But that sort of attention. Not so much sex, not so much heavy petting, but...that..sorta...of attention.
That light, idle touch. Fingers a long a jawbone, lips brushing the end of a nose. Fingers down a spine.
It was nice to give.
And it was nice to recieve.
Madiyta tended to TAKE it. Anzety wasn't sure how to feel about that. Ok, the boy was a darling, and yes, he really liked him. Recently it had been getting better, the boy's clingyness and was beginning to wear off but his insecuirity...Anzety couldn't deal with someone else being insecure. He had enough issues with his own, and the fact he'd be dealing with Fall's...Insecuirity was difficult to pin point. Did Madi want him? Or did he not? Sometimes it seemed yes, sometimes it seemed no....Which made Zety think the boy was all talk, and actually rather nervous.
Unlike Sil. Anzety grinned. That boy went straight for the crotch and didn't deny it. You had to laugh. There was something electric there, and the fact he felt a little jealous when Sil showed an interest in someone else was worrying. He didn't want Sil ALL to himself; hell, no. It was that he didn't want a turn of events where it ended up as he COULDN'T have Sil at ALL. Sex was sex, after all.
He got that from Fall. He knew that. Fall was a slit, never being with anyone for more than a fortnight, and going after people because he could. Anzety wouldn't be surprised if Fall ended up fucking Sil. Or even Ash. Or even Kai.
Madi..Madi wouldn't get on with Fall. Zety already had suspicions that Madi wouldnb't like Fall, simply on the basis that if Fall snapped his fingers, he'd go running.
Zety would probably be ALRIGHT with Ash sleeping with Fall. And Sil. Madi....Well, if he slept with Madi, Zety wouldn't be able to sleep with him. And he'd be irritated if he fucked Kai. Sae, they could fuck if they wanted. If anyone could get the eejit to admit he was gay, it would be Fall.
To be honest though, he was more worried about any one of the falling for Fall. Fall wasn't someone who could properly, properly care for anyone that way. He was too self centrered. Too much of their father was in him. Too much of that bastards sociopathic tendencies. he was too wild, too unaware. It wasn't that he broke hearts on purpose - it was just that people thought they could tame him. And they never could.
....
Anztey looked up.
Anzety: You're late.
Anzety was different, he was to conceed. Fall didn't know when it clocked in his mind, but maybe it was the way he was always there, when everyone else fucked off.
Ok, so he'd left a lot of people, ok, nit just left, walked out on, but it was only because it would've happened sooner or later and it had to be done before one of them got bored. In some cases the money had run out.
But that was neither here nore there. This was Anzety. No matter where he tried to go, Anzety someone how always stayed in touch. Maybe it was the fact Fall always found himself calling for money because he knew Zeyty would give him some when he needed it, or adive, or just to hear his voice when he was fed up with a native language or accent.
Fall had resented Zety when he had moved to California. Really resented it. Hated him, in fact. Screamed and bawled at him, nearly flew over to beat the shit out of him.
But he'd forgiven him. Quietly, of course, without ever actually saying it. 'Cos shortly after that he moved himself. His mum was dead, there was nothing left in Scotland apart from Bastardface. He went to England. Then France. Then Germany. Then Norway. Russia. India. China. Korea.
Korea, where he met Shamrock who told him he was helping fun an experimental treatment hospital for those folks who had incurable diseases, and incidently would Fall be interested in going because that last time you spazamed on me made me worry about what would happen to my dick if you did that while giving me head? No one gives head like you Fall, I'd have for anything bad to happy to that pretty mouth of yours.
So he went. hell, a free treatment wasn't to be scoffed at even thought it would mean that a fair chunk of his life meant he would be in debt to someone. Besides, being in debt to Shamrock wasn't all that bad. He was hot. Very, very hot.
So that's where he headed, slowly, indecisevly via California when he got the phonecall on his mobile phone. A phone call where Anzety asked him what the hell he was thought he was doing.
Trying to get better, Fall has replied honestly.
It was the first time Anzety had been silently shocked. A full minute of silence from the other end of the phone made Fall think he'd lost his connection, and then Zety had stated, quite simply, "I'll help."
And so it was Anzety got a job at the hospital. They'd be seeing each other for the first time in a year and a half, the first time since Bastardface's funeral. Bastardface. Their father.
Fall was shit scared. Anzety he had always wanted to impress, always he'd admired. He wanted to be like more Anztey, but always found his patience running out too quickly, always found that people played on his nerves too easy, or put themselves in stupid positions for abuse too easliy. Anzety, despite only being a year older than him WAS his father. He'd looked after him, protected him, tried to teach him when all bastardface did was hit him and yell.
As a result of his nerves, Fall had prolonged his journey. He kicked about america, saw Miami, dillydalled in England before taking that long bus ride up to Glasgow.
Anzety made friends easy. Fall made fuck buddies. Anzety genuinely CARED. Fall found himself wondering when they'd hit him, or when they'd get up and leave.
Anzety fell in love. Fall just....fell..
He pushed open the door.
Fall: I know. I'm sorry.
Zety: ....It's ok.