When the Devil Cries [Revision]

Chapter 2: Buses, Bullies, Butt Sex…. OH MY!

WARNINGS: tons of anal sex

TRIGGER WARNING: very coercive sex scene

I escaped hell without another run in the Devil. I wasn't covered in bruises, which was a fucking miracle.

When got home the house was empty, like always. My mom has been working constantly since my dad died when I was ten. As sad as it was for me and mom to lose him, most depressing part was how he died. It happened on one of his boy's only weekends. He and his friends decided to build a pumpkin cannon while intoxicated. So it wasn't a complete surprise when it back fired, the part that shocked us was that the explosion took him with it. I knew my father was a complete and utter moron, but even that had been a new level of idioticy even for him.

After dad died mom started working more and more and was home less and less until finally she became completely engrossed in her work. Workaholic would be putting it lightly. She says it's so we can keep living the way we do, but I think it's because she doesn't want to come home when she knows dad won't be waiting for her when she gets here. If nothing else my parents truly did love each other with all their hearts and souls, it shattered my mom when she found out he was dead. She wasn't able to get out of bed for days and it took months for her to stop crying herself to sleep every night. I think that's part of why she took the promotion even though it meant she travels a lot and is rarely ever home.

I dropped my bag in my room upstairs, before I walked into the bathroom to examine my bruised ribs. I lifted up my shirt to see the how much damage was done, and sure enough there was a huge dark purple bruise covering the entire right side of my torso. Shit. At least nothing was broken. Yet, I amended. At least nothing was broken yet, who knew what tomorrow would bring.

After I pulled my shirt down, I looked at myself in the mirror trying to see what it was that made Connor hate me so much. I'm not ugly, but then again I'm nothing all that special either. I had the same pale skin and the same unruly dark brown hair that my mother was known for. The only thing I got from my father were my deep blue green eyes, which in my opinion, are my only good feature. People always tell me that I look exactly like my mom, but I don't really see it. My mom looks like a porcelain doll; however, those same features on me it just make me look weak. Maybe that's why he picked me.

My thoughts strayed from my reflection to the much more appealing to a certain raven haired Adonis. Why couldn't I get that damned Neanderthal out of my mind? His gorgeous face, his intense blue eyes, his olive skin, that amazing body, and his silky black hair. Oh how I want to run my fingers through those luxurious strands. No, I shook my head, I shouldn't be thinking like this after all he does to me day after agonizing day. I grind my teeth in frustration, why the hell would he be doing this to me? I'm not the only "fag" at our school, hell I'm not even the only one that's open about it. Not that my coming out was my choice. But no… I have to be the only one they beat up on. I groaned in frustration, I just didn't get it.

The next few weeks passed by without too much hassle, this probably had to do with the fact that I avoided the Devil and his worshippers as much as humanly possible. Sadly I couldn't avoid them entirely and ended up with yet more bruises to add to my ever-growing collection. In other unfortunate news, today I found out that this Friday the entire senior class has to leave for a mandatorycamping trip. Luckily, the school is loaded so we get to stay in cabins instead of tents. The down side was there weren't enough rooms for each student to sleep separately, so everyone gets a roommate on this lovely . This will be just wonderful. I get to spend two days and nights with someone who, no doubt, hates me. Absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. The worst part is we don't even get to choose who we bunk with and they won't tell us until we actually get to the cabins. As long as I am not paired with Connor or one of his minions I think I'll be fine. However, since the school also hates me, they will probably do just that. I think it's safe to say that I'm going to die this weekend.

I spent the rest of the week panicking and dreading this stupid trip. On top of that I keep having nightmares of Connor drowning me in the lake or feeding me to vicious starving bears.

Finally the dreaded day had come, Friday. They piled us and our luggage on to the buses, like sacrificial lambs, or at least that's what it felt like to me. I made my way to the back of the bus to avoid the hateful glares of my classmates. I swear I had a heart attack when the bus started moving to what I'm sure is an even deeper circle of hell.

Thank God I was being left alone, for now at least. Normally by now there would have been a few "accidental" punches , kicks, or spilled drinks. I sat undisturbed in the back of the bus listening to my iPod for the entirety of the drive. The closer we got to our destination the more frayed my nerves became. Near the end of the drive It's the End the World by R.E.M. began to play, the irony was not lost on me. It was the end of the world, but I definitely did not feel fine.

The bus stopped when the song ended and my heart and lungs started a race to see which organ could move faster. I think my heart was winning. It didn't help that it was dark outside, made even darker by the fact that I just walked out of a well lit bus. I thought I might faint.

We piled off the bus and into lines so we could get wait for the teachers to assign us to our cabin and roommate. Teachers began to call out names as the buses left, my only escape. Damn, I should have never gotten off.

When I look back in front of me I noticed something particularly heinous, I'm so royally fucked.No joke, the only people left are Connor and some of his closest followers. I knew this would happen. However, it was the next words out of the principal's mouth that really fucked me over.

"Gavin Peters and Connor Rodgers" that horrible woman called holding out a set of keys. God, why do you hate me? "You will be in cabin section 6 cabin 66."

I swear my heart stopped and I died a little bit inside. 666 fuck me up, down, and sideways. It had to be a sign. I am so going to die in that room. I refuse to share a room with Satan!

" What?" Connor and I both shout in unison as we walked towards the teachers. I am so going to die, so I should pray or something, repent for my sins, right? Okay, mom I love you, and dad I'm sorry I called you stupid and moronic, but can you really blame me. God I'm sorry I haven't gone to church every Sunday, and Santa and the Easter bunny I still believe in you, not the tooth fairy though since I caught my mom when I was eight.

"I know you heard me, so I won't repeat myself. There will be no changing cabins or roommates. Cabin section 6 is the last section and cabin 66 is the last one on your left. Now go." The principal said shoving the keys in our hands and looked back down at shrinking list of names. I am so utterly and completely dead.

We grabbed our luggage and walked silently towards our cabin. He walked a safe distance ahead of me as I tried to prolong my miserable life. Woe is me. I seriously need to cut back on the melodrama, I'm not that miserable.

When we reached the cabin, I noticed it was isolated from all the others. Great, now no one would hear my screams. Not that anyone would come to help even if they could. Now I know what those trees feel like, the ones that fall and no one hears.

Connor opened the door with a small smirk playing on the corners of his oh so kissable lips. No! Bad brain, I disown you. I grabbed the bed closest to the door, all the better for a fast and easy escape. He locked the door behind him and set his stuff on the bed next to the bathroom. Crap, locked door equals not good.

I know it was a bad idea, but I turned my back on Connor as I unpacked my clothes and put them in the dresser. When I was done I could feel him behind me and then he slammed my face against the wall.

He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, his other hand grabbed my hip as he pulled my hips roughly against his own. the hand on my hip slid to the front of my pants to grab my soft member through the material. I wasn't sure if I should be turned on or terrified, whether to pitch a tent or shit in my pants. My cock began to twitch, I guess turned on was winning.

I felt hot breath on the back of my neck followed by lips ghosting over the shell of my ear. "You want this don't you? I can feel how hard you're getting for me, you little whore."

"Go fuck yourself" I began to struggle. Connor outweighed me by at least 80 pounds, and all of it was muscle. There was no way in hell I could beat him in a fight. Fuck!

"Why would I when you're right here?" His hold tightened.

"This isn't fucking funny. Let go of me, you fucking asshole"

"So you want me to fuck your asshole, you are a dirty little slut aren't you." He said as he began to undo my pants. He practically ripped off my belt and threw it to the floor behind him.

"You know that not what I fucking meant. Let. Me. Go." I struggled against his hold, which inadvertently pushed my hips against his swelling erection. I froze and heard his breath hitch "It feels like it's you that wants to fuck me" and then I did the unthinkable and ground further into his crotch. He moaned.

"Shut the fuck up" He gritted through clenched teeth then shoved his hand down my pants, grabbing hold of my semi-flaccid member. A girlish whimper filled the cabin. OH God that was me. I don't think I've ever gotten hard so fast in my life.

Connor let out a chuckle "Well that didn't take much". I tried to control myself and my raging hormones. Thoughts of dead puppies, the ancient librarian at school, and eventually Miley Cyrus passed through my mind in order to dampen my arousal. Oh who the fuck was I trying to kid, Connor dominating me like this was turning out to be a total turn on. Damn him for making me hard like this. Damn me for letting him, but every self-preserving, and horny, part of my being is telling me to let him keep going.

He began to rub himself against my ass in time with the strokes going up and down my length. My hips developed a mind of their own as I started to move with him.

"I want you so fucking bad." He said almost breathlessly.

I was in shock, this has to be some sort of sick joke that his friends put him up to. It's as if the earth just disappeared from underneath me. My mouth falls open and before I can stop myself I say "Then take me." I'll probably regret this later but right now my upstairs brain was no longer in control.

He stopped his movements in my pants so he could push them and my underwear down to my ankles. "Take off your shoes." I did as commanded and then kicked my pants and boxers off. His hips thrust against my bare ass. The friction of his still clothed erection caused me to moan. "Keep your hands on the wall" he said taking my ear lobe between his teeth.

The hand that was keeping me prisoner moved and the other went back to pumping my still hardening cock. I groaned and heard the sound of a belt coming loose and then a zipper. His pants dropped to the floor with a thud just before I felt his rather large, hot hard shaft rub between my ass cheeks. I pressed into him and I felt him smirk against the back of my neck "Eager are we". All I could do was groan again, not being able to form a thought with his hand on my dick and his erection rubbing against me.

He grabbed me by my hair with his free hand, yanking my head back. Releasing his hold he put two fingers in front of my mouth and whispered "Suck" hotly into my ear. I complied and eagerly took in the two digits. I sucked and licked them if it were his cock in my mouth instead of his fingers. He pulled them out, glistening now with my saliva. Those same wet fingers were then probing at my entrance, slowly easing into me before moving in and out, preparing me for what was going to come.

My moans became uncontrollable as he quickened his pace inside me "You're so fucking tight. I can't wait to have my dick in you."

"Fuck me" I whimpered as fingers began to curl hitting all the right places.

"I will, after you beg for it like the dirty slut you are" he said as he shoved a third finger into me. His fingers spread, scissoring, and stretching me further.

I didn't want to beg but I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take "Fuck, Connor I want your cock in my ass… please"

"You call that begging?" He said taking his hand off my shaft and moving it up to grip my hair, once again yanking my head back. "I said beg me; tell me how much you want me to fuck you"

I groaned in frustration "please just fuck me." I whined.

His fingers left me and I could feel the hardness of him against my entrance now. With one hand on my hip I felt him slowly ease into me. When he was in to the hilt he stilled, waiting for me to adjust to his size. "Fuck you're so tight"

I wiggled against him in an effort to get him to move, the unpleasantness of the intrusion gone, he groaned as he slowly began to thrust in and out of me. It didn't take long before his thrusts turned animalistic. His every thrust ripped a moan from my throat, and as embarrassing as it was I could feel my orgasm swiftly approaching.

I took one of hands off the wall and moved to pleasure myself but Connor growled and stopped mid-thrust. He pulled out of me leaving me feeling bereft and empty. I whimpered in protest to the action pushing myself back against him hoping he would take the hint and start fucking me again.

Instead he flipped me around and ran his hands down my body until his large hand came to cup my ass. His fingers began kneading me and I groaned out in frustration, he needed to stop teasing me. He hoisted me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips. My arms wrapped around his shoulders my hands sinking into his silken locks. I fisted my hand in his hair as he thrust roughly into me. I groaned as he filled me once more.

He pulled his head back and his intense eyes sank into my own, their heat burning me from the inside out. I trembled with desire as I thought of all the different things he could do to me. His face moved closer to mine, his warm breath playing across my lips. My heart leapt within my chest. I couldn't tell if he was going to suck out my soul or kiss me senseless.

His lips are on mine, his kiss rough and demanding. He was so sure of his own actions that I had no choice but to kiss him back. The moment I began to kiss him back, his kiss became more sensual, demanding more of me. He bit my lower lip; I gasped which gave his tongue entrance into my mouth. At first it was just the slick caress of our tongues as they danced against each other, but then a shiver of unexpected pleasure ran through me as his tongue slid against the roof of my mouth. His tongue began mimicking the every thrust of his hips against mine. If not for his cock thrusting in my ass I could find nothing in my mind more pleasurable than his lips on mine in that moment.

I kissed him back with just as much force and passion as he kissed me with. I couldn't help myself, it was just so god damn amazing. He smiled victoriously against my lips. I moaned softly into his mouth as he runs ran his hands over my chest and torso in a rough and warm caress.

Forcefully he ripped my shirt and tie from me, like a starving man unwrapping a feast to be had. His hand stopped at my exposed member, his hand working in time with his hips. His actions drew a low moan from me and into his wonderful pleasure giving mouth. The warm slickness of his mouth moved away from my own and down my throat, he licked and nibbled my neck with a single minded determination. My body moved of its own accord, my hips bucking against his hand, in response to the overload of pleasure already coursing through my body.

When Connor got to the bruise at my collar bone, he laid a searing kiss against the darkened flesh. A groan escaped him as he moved his hands to the small of my back and thrust himself deeper inside me. His lips left mine to launch an assault of kisses over my neck. Then my gaze fluttered down to his shirt a dastardly contraption created only to frustrate me. Horrible, vile, cruel article of clothing that they are, for hiding such perfection. I really should burn all his clothes when I get the chance, it should be illegal to hide such a tasty morsel. The feel of his hot tongue as it ran over my neck sent me reeling with even more pleasure. I was too far gone to notice or even care about how roughly his hands were caressing the bruises that he gave me. The slight pain from his touch only added more pleasure to this heated moment.

Connor smirked against my neck as I let out another moan. Teeth grazed my neck and caused another shudder and groan of need to escape my parted lips. I couldn't help it, he was a skilled master in the art of giving pleasure, his cock, mouth, and hands the tool of his trade. It was like an angel of sin sent just for me. I felt my balls tighten, my orgasm was fast approaching.

"I wonder what the rest of you tastes like?" he murmured huskily as he bit down on the soft flesh of my earlobe. My body jerked as a nearly blinding bolt of heat and pleasure shot straight to my groin, and I came all over his hand.

I held my breath as he raised his hand to his mouth, his wonderful mouth, and proceeded to lick it clean, I moaned and clenched around his hard member still buried deep in my ass. A reminder that this night was far from over.

"Your turn." I growled, not waiting for reply.

Instead I yanked off his tie and threw it away from us like some parasite. Wrapping my fingers into the cloth of his shirt, I ripped it open, listening to the satisfying pop of buttons. Suddenly, with a feral snarl that belonged more to a hungry beast than to a human, Connor pulled out of me and threw me onto the bed. I think I might have squeaked? But I'm not so sure. It was very hectic….

Next thing I knew, Connor was on top of me his erection rubbing against my now semi-flaccid member. Again, his lips claimed mine in animalistic passion before he began to focus on the sensitive flesh of my throat. His hips began to grind against my own in a rhythmic motion and soon I was as hard as him. His hands moved slowly down my sides, teasing me. Me on the other hand, my hands roamed his back, leaving a trail of red marks on his back with each cry of pleasure that came from me. Moving my hands lower, I grabbed his perfect, taunt, sculpted, yummy ass. Pulling him closer, I could feel the pressure of our groins together which drew a groan of need from us both.

He trailed a heated path of kisses down my torso, pausing for only a moment to gently bite at my hip bones. The heat of his breath tickled my swollen head nearly sent me over the edge. Another moan escaped me as I raised my hips, trying to encouraging him to do more. Oh and he did. Slick warmth covered my aching shaft as he nibbled, licked, and sucked at me until I was close to my peak. But no, the bastard had other plans. Trailing his tongue over the slit of my shaft, he pulled away with a cruel grin despite my whimpers of protest. Pleading with him through my eyes, I pressed against him.

"FUCK ME!" I moaned out in pleasurable pain.

"As. You. Wish." He groaned.

Total Princess Bride moment. Ramming into my small passage, his thrusts began slowly. Hard and slow thrusts. After a couple of thrusts the pain completely went away and I tried to move with him but his hands gripped my hips with bruising strength that kept me in place. Then he found that spot. That sweet, wonderful spot over and over again. So, agonizingly slowly.

"F…Fa…Faster!" I shouted and the speed immediately picked up speed and it felt fucktacular!

Clenching the sheets under my hands, I moaned and threw my head back into the pillows, my eyes rolling shut. The only pain left was in my aching shaft that had been so cruelly abandoned. I would have given my friend a little lot of attention but my hands were still clenching the sheets. Looking at Connor again with pleading eyes, he knew instantly what I wanted.

He pulled out and flipped me over. I got on my hands and knees so that my ass was facing him, he thrust into me from behind, one hand firmly on my hips while the other grabbed me at the base of my shaft. His hand went along the length of me in time with his rough, rhythmic, quick paced pounding. I moaned again as he pumped into my ass, his thumb tracing over the slit of me. I loved every minute and he knew it from all the screaming and moaning.

I was going to cum soon and he was too because his pace quickened and his rhythm faltered. Harder and harder he pumped until I came within seconds.

"Connor!" I screamed his name as I came into his hand while the white hot heat of his essence filled and overflowed me, accompanied by a hoarse shout.

"Gavin." He rasped as we collapsed together.

Breathing heavily, we laid together his body curled around me with his hands tracing the lines of my abdomen.

"That…was.." he panted.

"Amazing…" I finished for him. "But it was just rampant teenage hormones"

"Well a whore was moaning" He chuckled.

I groaned and covered my face, "You're an asshole you know that?"

"Well I was in yours a moment ago" He said suggestively wiggled his eyebrows.

"Please stop" I said burying my face in the pillow to hide my ever reddening cheeks.

"That's not what you were saying earlier. If I remember correctly you were sayin-" The rest of his response was lost as I slapped my hand over his mouth.

"Just shut up." I hissed and I could feel him smile against my palm. I felt his tongue against my palm a moment later in retaliation. "You're disgusting." I said wiping my damp hand against his chest.

Connor's laughter filled the cabin and I relaxed against his rumbling chest. There was a moment of silence with us just basking in the afterglow of the mind-blowing sex, that's when I decided that I should probably take a shower. I started to sit up and Connor tightened his arms around my waist forcing me back against his sculpted chest.

"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" he said in a husky breath.

"To take a shower, I have cum all over me." I said gesturing to my lower stomach and dangly bits.

"Well I could fix that" he said giving me the sexiest, lust filled smirk I've ever seen.

I swallowed hard "N…No. I'll just…take the shower." I say with my voice cracking.

"Then I'll join you." He said with his becoming huskier. So much for a refraction period.

Connor grabbed my wrist and literally dragged me out of bed. As we were on our way, he grabbed a bottle of AXE shower gel from his bag. Great, now I'm going to smell like him, wonderful.

We enter the bathroom and he let go of my wrist to shut the door. I pull back the foggy green curtain and turn on the water, as hot as my body could handle. I stepped in and Connor was right behind me. The water was pounding against my chest as I heard the soap cap pop open and close. His hands reached around my sides and he placed them just below my belly button.

As he lathered the soap against my skin, he was gentle as he passed over the bruises left over from the week and rough sex. He pulled me closer to him so that I rested against his strong chest. I laid my head against his shoulder and he whispered something, but I couldn't really understand. It might have been "I'm sorry", but I'm not sure.

I leaned closer to him and he settled his chin on the crook of my neck. I never knew he could be so gentle and that his touch could actually be… so soothing,not frightening. Speaking of touching, his hands started to move even lower down my body making me close my eyes.

His hands began to move in slow circles just above my hips. I moaned and his hands went even lower. One of his hands moved to rest on my hip while the other moved to grab my… well you get the picture.

He started to pump me slowly as he began to walk to the wall. As my chest touched the wall his hand moved from my hip and he placed it on the wall next to my head. The pumping stopped as he positioned himself at my entrance.

His thumb started to run back and forth over the tip of my shaft, teasingly. He then thrust into me causing my back to arch. I braced my hands on the wall as he started to thrust in and out of me. He immediately found my spot, making me scream his name. The tempo sped up and he was pounding harder. I was going to cum soon and he knew it. He started to bite and nibble at my neck where he had previously rested his chin. His thrusts became more demanding, telling me he was also on the brink.

I finally came and screamed his name again. God did this feels good. He came seconds after me, screaming my name. I love it when he does that. Before pulling out, he led us back under the water to clean us off. The water hit us and he let me clean up first. When I was done I stepped out of the shower to dry off. Soon after the water was off, Connor wrapped his arms around me. He led us back to the bedroom. Inhaling deeply, all I could smell was AXE and sex….I hope heaven smells like this.

We laid down, his head rested on my chest as he traced the lines of my stomach.

"I could get used to this." I sighed. It's definitely better than getting beaten.

"You know it doesn't have to end." He replied, moving his head to look at me.

"How? I mean as soon as we leave the room you're going to go back to beck to being an asshole. Plus, everyone thinks you're on the 'no-homo' team." I stated as my fingers tangled in his soft wet hair.

"Then we'll keep it a secret and I won't beat you anymore." He pleaded.

"Ok, but we have to tell each other who else we fuck. Since this is a secret. That means you still have to fuck girls, and I don't want an STD." I said, moving my hand to his. After two and a half years of torment, I think at this point I'd do anything, that wasn't suicide to make it stop because suicide had never been an option for me. Anything included fucking, not that it was much of a chore.

"Deal" He stated excitedly. Rising, he straddled my naked hips and leaned down to kiss my lips.