19Author's note:Here is a little one-shot I came up with, it's sort of a sorry for not updating, and also to get my creative juices flowing, because alas I have writer's block again.
Warning yaoi, mature content, and a bunch of gory things, such as some father/son action. If you don't like don't read please, and if you do not know what yaoi means,then you should not continue. If you'd like please review.
One-shot#1: One moment can change a life time
Cam raised his hand slightly into the air, he honestly did not understand what the teacher was telling the class.
Sharp,irritated eyes stared at him, as the teacher lowered the lesson plan she was reading from,"Yes Camelo what is it this time," her voice came out in a flat drawl.
Cam's adams apple bobbed as he swallowed," Well m..ma'am I don't un..understand this."
She blew out an exasperated breath," Cam the simplest idiot could understand it, but with you I wouldn't be surprised."
Heat rose to his cheeks as the class began to roar with laughter, and taunt and tease him, he lowered his eyes and tried to ignore them. Luckily for him the bell dismissing class rung, and everyone's attention was averted to leaving the classroom. He rose, clumsily pushing all his supplies into his backpack, it didn't mater as long as he was able to leave quickly. Heading for the door, he got his shoves and pushes, someone even threw a pencil at his face, but he didn't care, he only wanted to leave.
The crowded hallways were his danger zone, often he would be lucky if he reached his next class with himself and his possessions intact. Angry eyes leered at him,as he strolled down the hallways, trying to remain unseen. More insults came his way, and a guy he was pretty sure was a football player, rammed him into a locker, but still he continued on.
Prat Hinston,the quarterback of the football team, blocked the door to the gym locker room as usual," You know Vinsetto, it surprises me that every day I beat the crap out of you, the very next day you came back, it's like have I beaten you so bad that your braincells aren't functioning?"
Cam continued to stare down at the ground," C..could I g..get through please?"
Prat looked back at his buddies and snickered," Hey guys did you hear that, he wasn't to know if he can get in." He stared back at Cam coldly," Well that depends brat, could you make my father's money magically reappear?"
Cam swallowed hard again, every since his father, who was something of a loan shark, began to do business for some odd company that dealt business with the rich citizens of this town, he had been getting bullied. His father was a crooked man, with no morals and a slave to money, he would do whatever was in his power to make sure he stayed on an upperclassman living level. He often left a big business man, like Prat's father, with little choice but to do business with his company, and then cheated them out of thousands. Prat's father was one of many people who were left with a huge hole in their wallet from the scams of his shadowy father. However, his father's action had a huge toll on him, and so now because he was the son of the crook, he was treated like a crook himself.
" T..that's not m..my business-" Cam stuttered out.
Prat roughly grabbed him by his shirt, yanking Cam towards him," Well your daddy sure didn't seem to care who's problem it was now did he, and since he doesn't care,and you don't seem to think it is your business, we will make it your business."
Cam braced himself to be punched, or slammed against a locker, or one of the other many bodily injuries Prat impaled on him, but neither came. Instead he felt himself being grabbed and dragged into the locker room.
He had no choice but to look up then," H..hey what a..are you ?" He complained as they began to drag him into the empty showers.
" Shut up you stuttering bitch, you don't have the right to open that defective mouth of yours" Prat hissed at him.
Cam struggled as he was forced onto his knees, and then even harder force to bend over as two guys held him down. Prat snickered at him," What a perfect position for you bent over on your knees like the scavenging mutt you are."
Cam's heart began to thunder in his chest, what did they plan to do with him. He cursed himself for being so weak, if he were strong, he wouldn't need anyone to help him. Air rushed passed his bare bottom as his bottoms and boxers, were simultaneously removed and cast aside. He clenched his eyes shut, preparing for whatever they were about to do to him, he knew if he screamed it would only make his abusing worse; besides no one cared.
Prat knelt down next to him," Don't worry," he cooed in mock affection," No one's going to rape you, everyone knows your daddy does that to you at home already. Jack let me borrow your cigarette and liter for a moment."
Jack complied, and handed over the cigarette and the liter. Prat placed the cigarette in his mouth, and made a show of lighting it." You see I was thinking with people like you, I have to make drastic points. So while watching a film last night, I saw the most perfect pain I can inflict on you."
The cigarette caught aflame and the tine fire began to cause the cigarette to burn and smoke, taking it from his mouth, Prat began to bring it towards Cam's ass. Panicking, Cam began to struggle more, there was no possible they could be so cruel as to burn him...there.
Prat seemed to read his thoughts, because he laughed cruelly," Don't worry you little dick, I want burn you too bad, after all daddy's gotta fuck you when you get home." With only that as a warning, Prat brought the small flame up to the puckered skin and savored the scream of agony, and the smell of burnt flesh.
Cam limped into his home, every step he took felt like burning acid coursing through him. Moving slowly, so as not to wake his harsh father, he wobbled towards the stairs, as soon as he got to his room, he was pretty sure he would collapse from pain.
Thinking that he had made it safely to his room, he opened the door with a relieved sigh, only to have big,rough hands grab him.
Peter, his father, was a man of a very serious nature, he never played or joked around, and most of all, he hated to be made a fool of.
" Why the hell did I get a call from three of your damn teachers telling me that you decided to skip class huh!?"
Cam pushed at his father's steely grip, his breathing ragged from the constant pressure on his windpipe," F..father please I c..can't breath!"
Peter loosened his grip, only to grab Cam by his bountiful hair," Answer me you little shit, before I beat the shit the out of you!"
" I..I had an a..accident, so I..I couldn't g..go to c..class."
Peter cast him into the wall, and Cam collided with the hard plaster with a loud thump.
" Is that the best reason you got huh! I pay twenty thousand got damn dollars a year for you to go to that damn school, and you repay me by wasting it!" He screamed as his fist collided with Cam's mouth.
Cam's tongue lapped out to keep the blood from trickling down his chin, and he stayed where he was silently taking the abuse from his father, he knew if he spoke, it would only anger the man to a greater extent.
" If this shit happens again you little ass, I will ship you off to some remote fucking island, in some remote fucking place, where they are allowed to beat the shit out of you! Then maybe you will get some got damn common sense and knowledge of how the real world works!"
He continued to cast his head down, his eye and mouth twitching from having a fist slammed into them. He waited till he heard the door slam, and loud thumps on the stairs, before he slumped down to the floor. Now not only did his ass hurt, but his face did too. Looking up onto his dresser, he saw his heaven. The small blue bottle contain fifty of his most blissful escape. He learned many years ago, that going over the limit of pain medication, sleep pills, and anti-depressants, could take you to a place, where mental and physical pain was irrelevant.
Rising on unsteady legs, he hobbled over to the mahogany dresser, and with practice hands popped the top on his meds. The recommended dose was two per twenty-four hours, he took four of each perhaps twice a day. Cam knew that one day he would overdose, but he didn't mind, he didn't have much to live for. The only thing he had of much importance to him, was a baby sister he was forbidden to ever see, a cat named Fluggy, and one best friend that he would die for.
Fluggy herself, popped out from under her bed, stretching her long claws after her daily nap. Cam downed the pills, and grabbed Fluggy, waiting for the buzz he so loved to come. Looking at the clock, he knew he had maybe a good hour before his father came back and showed him his form of an "apology".
His father had came to screw him every day since he was twelve, and now that he was 18, he had gotten use to it. He would have left a long time ago, but really he wouldn't survive on his own. He had no money, because everything he got was from his fathers money. Cam also had no job, because his father would not get him a car, and besides no one for miles and miles would hire him because of his father's reputation. His mother had long ago left the abusive man, not really caring about him, she had said that his blood wasn't pure enough for him to live in the society where she and his baby sister lived. At times however, he would take the four hour commute to the prestigious town to see the baby sister his mother had from another man, on rare occasions, he would see her and her very nice babysitter and get to play with her in person.
Fluggy purred and meow, hopping back into Cam's lap, he wrinkled his nose as he smelled the stinky odor.
High enough to have that false happiness, but not so much where he couldn't function Cam smiled," Silly Fluggy, making a poop did we."
Fluggy meowed and rubbed against his leg. Cam rose and tended to the mess, scooping it up, and placing it into a baggy. Sliding on his house shoes, he trekked down the stairs, and out the back door, where the dumpster for the condos were. Lifting the dirty lid, he threw the bag in, and something with a shine to it caught his eye. Cam cocked his head to the side like a confused dog, was that a...gun? He reached in, and picked up the heavy metal. The sleek arsenal was a beautiful silver color, its butt had lovely vines engraved into it, and the trigger, oddly had a red ribbon tied to it. Smiling at his interesting find, he placed the weapon into his pants pocket.
Returning into the house, he heard the door of his father's room creak, and despite the distant twing of his butt, he ran up the stairs. Diving into the bed, and scaring Fluggy under it, he laid sideways to pretend he was sleep, this way he wouldn't have to look at the bastard before he raped him again.
Peter came quietly up to the bed, and it caved and creaked when he crawled onto it. He was a a strongly built man, the complete opposite of Cam. He was stout, with broad muscles and a broad back, his legs as well where big with huge sculpted muscles. Peters face was rough and harsh, looking at his hard features you could easily tell that he was a harsh man. Cam however had a handsome face. He was the epitome of what every girl wanted a college boy to look like. He had long,thick honey,brown hair, with naturally arched eyebrows, and naturally thick lashes. He wasn't quite what you would call a pretty boy, he was just a very handsome young man. He was built himself,although he didn't sport a six pack, his chest,back,and muscles were well built.
Peter laid one of his big hands on his son's shoulder, and gave it a slight shake. Cam ignored him as usual, he knew the crazed bastard would apologize to him, quite convincingly, and then screw him, his way of apologizing.
" Cam," came Peter's hoarse voice, he had been his overly emotional self, and had been crying.
Cam stiffened as his dad's hand roamed over his chest, and he held in a shudder.
" Cam, son wake up your father wants to talk to you."
Cam made a show of yawning, and pretending to wake up, he knew if he played the charade on to long, his father would get angry and hit him to wake up.
" Yes father." He asked in his flat tone, wishing that the man would hurry up, he didn't want to the buzz to wear off before his dad was done, he wasn't really sure he could take the pain.
Peter fidgeted with his hands and touched Cam's cheek," I am very sorry Cam, I don't know what came over me, I...I didn't mean to hurt you, you just hurt me to my heart when you take my kindness and throw it back into my face."
Cam tried not to roll his eyes," I am dearly sorry father," Cam said in mock sincerity.
Peter smiled and nodded" Of course my boy, we are both sorry, allow me to make up for my brutal behavior, I will sooth any hurt I have inflicted on you."
Cam closed his eyes and thought about all the places he would go once he was done with college. He imagined how far away from this crazed bastard he would go, and most of all he imagined how this bastard would sit lonely in his house, everyday until he died alone. He imagined it all, as his father unzipped his pants, and began his "apology".
Cam's eyes began to droop drowsily as he watched his father get dress, his buzz had lasted and now he could just fade away and swallow his pain in that dark place he always stored it away in. A gleam caught his eye, the sun's rays danced across something on the floor. Dragging his heavy eyes to the object, he saw the gun, and not noticing his actions picked it up. Still high and dazed, he aimed at his father, how fun it would be if he could just pull and shoot, shattering the deranged beast.
Laughing to his crazed self he pointed at the man's backwards head. Slowly as his eyes began to close he whispered," bang," and faded into darkness as the loud boom rang through the room.
Cam's face throbbed from the pain his father had inflicted on him. Wincing from the sharp ache in his ass, he rose slightly, hoping that the man hadn't decided to stay in his bed. The room was dark, and he couldn't see much, however a metallic,tangy smell accosted his nose. Blinking the sleep out of his nose, he rose, the room stunk, maybe Fluggy had to use the rest room while he was sleeping. Knowing his room by heart, he headed for the light switch, he was also hungry, he would go fix him something to eat, his father was probably gone to the local titty bar to go drink and accost women.
Stepping, his foot hit something, and he tripped, his hands landing in something wet and sticky.
" Eww gross Fluggy, this better not be your poop!" He got up and reached for the light switch.
Cam's breathing seemed to stop altogether as his eyes took in what his mind didn't want to believe. The lifeless form's head had a small hole going straight through it, and besides from the brain splattered all over the floor, blood flowed freely from it. He was too confused to think, when had this happened, was he so drugged that he didn't hear his father getting shot.
His foot shot out, and he nudged the body with his toe, yep he was most definitely dead, had some thief gotten in and killed him. Another question rose in his head though, if his father was laying here dead, why didn't he ...care. Cam felt almost no emotion, except for this small bit of...joy, he was happy that his father was dead! Guilt filled him as he looked around, making sure that no one was still in his home. There was no one there, however what he did see scared the shit out of him, and brought a burst of memory to his head. The gun he had found lie still on the ground splattered by mini drops of blood.
Looking down at his own hands he saw that small splats of blood were also on his hands. Remembering himself aiming at his father's head right before he drifted off, he thought hard, had he pulled the trigger? Had he killed his own father? Fear and bile rolled in his stomachs, what the hell had he done!? No one would care to here that the bastard raped or beat him everyday, they would only care that he was dead and wounder how to put him away for life, so they could get all of Cam's inheritance.
Cam hurried to pick up the gun, and Fluggy who was playing with a puddle of blood. Checking his fathers for his wallet, he grabbed it and fled. He ran from that dreaded condom, where he had been abused for as long as he could remember, and he ran from the biggest mistake he may have possibly made in his life.
The thick mist covered his bleary eyes as he tried to make out where he was, Cam was hungry, tired, and most of all scared. He couldn't go to any hotel, it wouldn't be too long before somebody smelled the rotten smell of the corpse, and wonder why he was sleeping at a hotel. He slumped down where he was, the plastic bag containing the cat food he had purchased landed with a metallic thump on the ground. Fluggy meowed and purred as Cam opened the small can for her. He lay his head against the cool stone, not even caring that some dirty person may have urinated there.
Foot steps carried out around him, but he ignored them, he wasn't really worried about anyone trying to mug him, it wasn't late enough for some idiot to try to rob him. However when he heard foot steps coming his way he got a little scared, maybe it was just the store owner telling him to get away from his shop. Cam looked up at the shadowy figure that had stopped in front of him, he hoped he wouldn't have to fight this guy, he wasn't a very good fighter, at least he had Fluggy to assist him.
The guy leaned in, and familiar hazel eyes stared concerned at him.
Cam shook his head to clear his tired vision," Reese? Is that you."
Reese frowned at the sight of his young friend," Cam what happened to you."
Cam's lips quivered as his best friend helped him up, Reese was the only person he had n this world worth living for. From the very first moment he had stumbled into the bootlegged drug store Reese's father owned with a broken arm, they had become friends. Cam often saw Reese's named on the local police report on the towns personal news station, and he wondered what the 22 year old really did with his time.
Reese soothing hand came out to gently brush over the blackening bruise forming on Cam's bottom lip," Your father got at you again didn't he?"
Reese was the only one he had told about his situation, and Reese understood completely why he couldn't just be reckless and run away. Cam's friend had lived a rough life himself, although he had a loving father that supported him in all he did, and a odd hippy mom who was sweet and kind, they lived in pretty poor conditions. Cam had often helped them out of plenty of jams by giving them a couple of hundreds, which to them was like a couple of thousands.
Cam's lip must have still been quivering, because Reese narrowed his eyes," Was it too horrible this time?"
Cam voice quivered as he told the one person he knew would understand what he had done," I..I...I killed him."
Reese eyes widened for a moment, before he whistled and ran his fingers through his slick black hair," How?"
" I shot him through the head." Cam said surprised at how non chalant it came out, also happy that his stutter seemed to disappear when talking to his best buddy.
" Damn," Reese said," You sure did choose a nice spot to ace him huh?"
Cam laughed softly, loving Reese's ability to make him smile in any situation.
" Please tell me, you were smart and took the murder weapon with you?"
Cam nodded, and pulled out the dirty silver gun. Reese took it from his shaking hands, and examined it. Seeming to throughly look over the gun, he cast a odd smile Cam's way.
" You have to be the luckiest son of a bitch I have ever met!"
Cam looked confused at his weird friend.
" This," Reese smiled," is the murder weapon some crazed robber has been going around shotting people with!"
Cam blinked in utter amazement he really did had to be the luckiest SOB in the world!
Reese's father's shop was a small hut like building, with molding walls,and leaking pipes, but the place always made Cam feel comfortable.
" Pops isn't here," Reese called behind him as he locked the door, " It's him and mom's anniversary, and they are probably getting it on like horny rabbits."
Cam blushed and laughed softly, not thinking that Reese talking about getting it on was a good idea while they were alone. Reese was a bisexual and the last time they were alone in his father's shop, he had gotten Cam to agree to "experiment" with him. He had found that homosexual interactions that he actually wanted, was much nicer then being forced.
Reese grabbed his hand and led him to the back room, where his dad always fixed Cam up.
" Hope you don't mind my mediocre medical skills."
Cam shook his head, Reese medical skills were far from mediocre, Reese was amazing in the field, and if he didn't have a passion for causing mayhem he would be an awesome doctor. Hoisting himself onto the makeshift bed, Cam sat quietly, while Reese cleaned up his face. He blushed every time Reese's fingers brushed his lips, because this was the very bed he and Reese had " got it on" in.
Reese laughed at his cute behavior," Relax squirt, I'm not gonna jump you, besides you just had a traumatizing experience."
Cam frowned at this, eyes eyes feeling hot," I don't want to go to jail Reese then they are really going to tear me apart, I..I didn't even mean to, I was pretty high and-"
Reese put his hand over Cam's mouth," Don't worry so much about t Cam. He was a monster of a man and most likely, many people would congratulate the person who gunned him down."
Cam smiled at his best friend, Reese's family, was one of many who were affected by his father's many scams. His father had owned a successful clinic in the upper part of town, and when they had to do business with the company Cam's father worked for, they had been cheated badly and lost all there money. Why Reese could even stand his presence Cam didn't understand.
" Reese why do-"
" Because I like you." Reese said, all ready knowing what Cam was going to ask," Because I don't see the relevance in faulting one person for someone else's mistakes, when they could do nothing about the situation, that's why."
Cam smiled, emotions filling his heart," Hey Reese, my butt hurts."
Reese had to hold in a laugh at that," What are you trying to tel me, that your dad screwed you to hard."
Cam shook his head, "No, some mean guy at school burned me with a cigarette."
The amusement in his voice left," What! Who the hell was it I'll kill him!"
" It doesn't matter," Cam said affection in his eyes," I just need something to make it fell better."
Reese grumbled something incoherent, before heading over to his father's medical supplies. He grabbed a tube of something and tossed it to Cam.
" What do I do with it?" Cam asked.
" You rub it over the burn."
Cam got a mischievous gleam in his eyes, "I don't want to make it worst, you do it."
Not really thinking about where Cam hinted the burn was, Reese agreed," Fine show me the burn."
Cam stood and turned so that his back was facing Reese, and he slid down both his pants and boxers, so that they pulled to the ground.
Reese blushed at Cam's behavior," W..what are you doing!?"
" I told you," Cam said pointing to the burn that lay on both smooth and puckered skin," I got burned, lucky for me, I moved enough so that it didn't hit the hole."
" Shit," Reese cursed bending down do that he was face to butt' " They didn't!"
Cam smiled," It's okay people do things like this to me all the time-"
Reese grabbed him by the waist, now in an upright position, and turned him towards him,"You listen to me Cam, no one has the right to hurt another person so cruelly! Especially not you, you have got to be the kindest person I have ever met, and for anyone to be cruel to you for something your bastard of a father did is unforgivable!"
Cam breath hitched at the emotion in Reese's voice, and the possessiveness in his touch," Reese,
" came Cam's breathless response, but no more needed to be said because Reese connected his mouth to Cam's.
Cam eagerly excepted the hot,wet kiss, as he and Reese's tongues dueled. Cam wasn't sure if he was strictly gay, because he had had intercourse with a girl before and liked it. But at the moment, the only thing on his mind was the hard hot body of his best friend's pure male body, pressed against him.
Reese hefted him up, and Cam's legs wrapped around him," Reese I don't think I can take bottom, I am already sore from my father."
" That's fine," Reese said, his free hand finding Cam's half erect penis and teasing it to full throttle," I can be bottom, as long as we fuck right now."
Cam moaned as Reese's tongue found his sensitive neck," Shouldn't I be like running out of town or something?"
Reese hissed as Cam's on hand undid his zipper and found his hot,erect phallus with his cool hand." Sex now, crime later."
He tossed Cam on the bed, and discarded all of his cloths, an Cam did the same. When he was done, Cam grabbed him round the neck, and connected their mouths again. They both stood at six foot one, but Reese had a more broad muscular build, compared to Cam's slender,muscular one.
He rolled with Reese onto the bed, so that he was the one on top and Reese lay under him. Cam's mouth roamed over Reese's delectable features and he licked tantalizingly inside of his ear. Reese shuddered as his hands clamped onto Cam's ass, making sure not to touch the injured skin.
" Damn Cam, fuck me now!" Reese hissed as Cam playfully nipped the rim of his ear.
Reese had grabbed hold of Cam's staff and was nudging it into his opening.
" You want me to do you dry?" Cam asked horrified.
Reese laughed," You are not big enough fo rit to hurt me dry Cam."
Indignant Cam thrust inside the tight channel, and they both cried out.
" I have never screwed a guy Reese."
" Don't worry," Reese said clenching at Cam's cheeks, " You wouldn't be doing it now if you weren't hurt, and besides I will guide you."
No more word were said, as Reese helped guide the motion of Cam's thrust, and brought them both over the edge to ecstasy.
The huge white house stood mincingly in front of Cam and Reese. Cam had spent a naughty night at the shop with Reese, Reese being the ass that he sometimes was, had decided to screw him anyway, but Cam had no complaints he had loved every moment of it. A lot of weird things were said last night, when Reese had done some amazing thing with his tongue, Cam had screamed out he loved him. Cam thought he had ruined the moment but the huge smile on Reese face as he made him say it again said otherwise. Cam had come to learn that, his feelings were not in vain, and perhaps this was a start to a new relationship that he would come to rely on as th e happiness in his life.
Reese squeezed his hand as they stood waiting for the receptionist to open the door. They stood at the one place Cam dreaded second to his father's home: His mother's.
" Reese what if..w..what if she doesn't want to see me..what if ...she hates me."
Reese squeezed again, "Don't worry Cam, I have a feeling that the way your father told the story about your mother leaving was false, and even if it was true, I am a criminal master mind, I will find a way to get you off the hook."
Cam nodded and leaned into Reese for support. The doorknob began to turn, and Cam's heart sped up drastically. Out stepped a small woman, the epitome of beauty, with blond hair and blue eyes. She frowned at the two, and then eyes widening placed her hand over her gaping mouth.
Cam was quite surprised himself that she herself would open the door," Hello mother," he smiled unsure.
His mother closed her eyes and began to sob, before suddenly spring at him, wrapping her arms round his neck," My baby, my sweet,precious baby, how I've missed you so!"
The End
Author's note: Well there was my first one shot, it was kinda hard to write, because I'm not good at gory or gross stuff like father/son. Also I do not know typing 101 so bare with me. Very sorry if it offended you, I did warn so please don't flag or report. I hoped you enjoyed and look forward to more.