Hello, this is my first fiction posted here, so please, be understanding. The warnings are the usual. The characters and events in the story are completely fictional and have no relations to real people and/or facts. The plot depicts sexual acts between between underage males, and between underage and adult males, sometimes not consensual, and there is violence. It's pure fantasy, and I don't approve nor encourage similar behaviour in real life. If you dislike that stuff, or if it's illegal to read it in your country, please quit reading now! Otherwise, have fun!
ANGEL - 1
Colin felt anxious, while looking at his own image in the mirror of his wardrobe.
Well... Not bad, all in all! he thought.
At almost 17 years of age, he was 5' 9'' tall with a slender and graceful body and attractive features, short raven black hair and dark brown eyes. Dressed in a white shirt and a green jacket with matching sweatpants, weating tan deck shoes on his feet, he could be considered decently good-looking.
Will Angel think the same thing? he wondered.
Well, he was going to find it out very soon. It was almost 8 AM, the hour set for his schoolmate to get to his house.
Colin smiled, recalling how they had met just a few days earlier.
It was the first day of the new school year, and Colin, during recess, had walked to a secluded area of the garden. Because of his reserved personality, his dedication to studying and his artistic interests (he was good at both singing and playing several instruments) he had very few friends, and was targeted by bullies, that was why he often enjoyed being alone.
But that day, he wasn't alone in that isolated place. A boy was quietly looking around, apparently observing the trees. Colin was mesmerized for some moments by the boy, whom he thought to be no more than 12 years old, given than he was less than 5 feet tall. His childish face shined in the morning light, thanks to its porcelain skin, but what shined even more were his big crystal-azure eyes and his golden hair, which flew down his shoulders, waving a bit under the soft autumn breeze.
He looks like an angel... Colin thought.
That impression was enforced by the white clothes the kid was wearing. Standing there in the breeze, with some leaves falling around him, looking up at the tree tops, the stranger really looked like a mystic vision.
But that vision only lasted a moment. The blondie, immediately sensing the other's presence, turned toward him and smiled, showing a row of teeth that seemed to sparkle, rather than shine!
For some reason, Colin felt his own heart skip a beat; then he composed himself, and asked: "Ahem, hello kid! Why are you here, in a highschool building? Are you lost?"
The "kid" chuckled and approached, putting one hand under his jacket. Colin gasped, but a second later that thin, white hand came out... showing him an ID.
"Oh!" the taller teen blushed in embarassment. "So you're already FIFTEEN! I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"It's fine, it happens to me all the time!" the boy, whose name now Colin knew as Angel Sterkefoet, spoke with a melodious voice that the other thought was perfectly fitting his looks... and his name!
"I suppose you are new around here?" the blackhaired guy asked. "I would have noticed a boy like you..."
Then he realized the meaning of what he had said, and chuckled nervously.
Angel giggled. "You're right, I moved to this town with my uncle just three weeks ago, so I was just memorizing the place."
"I can help you to get settled, then!" Colin instinctively offered, and extended his hand, which Angel shook with a grip that felt as gentle as it was strong.
"I'd be very grateful!" the blondie said. "And you are...."
"Oh right! Colin.... Colin Thornton!" the other said, again embarassed, then they both laughed. And began chatting about their hopes and interests... Colin wanted to become a professional musician, he explained, and learned that the newcomer planned to be a Botanist: that's why he had been examining the trees and the other plants of the garden so close.
That new friendship had started that way; each of the two teens had found himself very interested in the other's activities.
Colin strongly hoped that friendship could evolve into something deeper.
That was why he had accepted Angel's invitation to go out with him on Saturday. After putting some drops of Cologne on his neck, he walked out of his room, heading downstairs to the foyer, in order to be ready to answer the doorbell when his date arriv --
"Hey runt!"
The young man gasped and shivered, looking at the tall man who had just walked out of the kitchen. "What's the matter, Dad?"
Kurt Thornton replied nonchalantly: "We're going to stay home tonight!"
"What?" Colin was horrified. "You said you were going to spend the weekend with Janice!"
His father snorted angrily. "That idiot bitch cancelled it just now! She doesn't feel well, he said... I bet he found someone else to screw her! Well, too bad for her! I'm through with that slut, but now I have no girl!" His voice took a whining, self-pitying tone for a moment, but then he reverted to his usual arrogance. "Well, what the fuck, I decided to phone some of my pals to get here and play cards." He grinned, adding: "And tonight, we'll hang out at the Purple Lion... There are always so many chicks there!"
"But I..."
"You're going to serve us today, as usual, runt!" Kurt spoke, very matter-of-factly. "Who cares if you had other plans? Just call your friends and tell them you can't go out."
Colin's horror turning into anger. It had always been that way, with his old man! Kurt, a 39-years-old mechanic who owned a garage (thanks not to hard work, but to the money he had inherited from his parents alongside the cottage where he currently lived), was a stereotyphical jock: 6' 3'' tall, muscular and with a passion for bodybuilding, he liked to dress in tank tops and shorts... and to bully others, due to his mean and arrogant personality.
And most of all, he liked to bully his son. Colin was the opposite of Kurt in everything, and his father considered him a "sissy", worthy only to serve a "real man". The boy had lived with his mother since the age of two, when his parents had divorced; but when he was 14, a car accident had claimed his mother's life, leaving him with no other living relatives than his old man, who had taken him in only because he could use someone to do house chores without being paid. Colin had always been beaten when he tried to rebel, thats why he had long quit trying.
But that evening, it was different.
"No..."
"WHAT?" Kurt exclaimed, not believing his ears.
"Dad!" Colin's voice now sounded resolute. "I have always obeyed you, but tonight I AM going to meet Ang... err, my friends! Come on, you and your buddies don't need a waiter."
"You little bastard! Who do you think you are? Did you forget who rules this family?" his father growled.
The teen shuddered in fear, yet he didn't relent.
"You're still the ruler, but I have my rights." he stated. "OW!"
"Here they are, your fucking rights!" Kurt barked, while his son was slammed against the wall by the force of the slap.
And it was then that Colin's long-repressed anger exploded. "YOUR MOTHERFUCKER!"
Angel felt anxious, while he looked at his image in the rearview mirror of his bike, after parking it on the side of the street. He was dressed all in white, like the first time he had met Colin, with matching sneakers on his feet and his blond hair tied in a ponytail. The small guy looked toward the cottage where his new friend lived, feeling a bit shy.... An emotion he rarely experimented!
Colin seemed interested in me... he mused But I could have mistaken friendship for something different... Could he reject me... when he learns of my habits? He shook his head. Well, it's useless wondering about that right now... Let's just enjoy a pleasant Saturday as just friends!
Carrying his own bike helmet and the one he had brought for his new pal, Angel walked onto the large garden surrounding the cottage. Coming to the front door, he was about to ring the doorbell, when he heard Colin's voice from inside, "Your motherfucker!"
Startled, Angel then heard another, much deeper male voice shouting "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" and then Colin's cries of pain.
The blondie was shocked but didn't waste time, and ran to the closest open window.
"Stop, you bastard!" Colin screamed, squirming in his father's grip while he was brutally slapped.
"Insult me one more time, and you're dead!" Kurt punched his son's chest, making the teen groan in pain.
"What's going on?" asked a melodious yet cold voice.
Father and son, both startled, turned to see a small teen coming in through the open window.
Angel!" Colin gasped, panicking. "What are you doing? Get out of here!"
"Who the heck are you?" asked Kurt.
"Angel." the newcomer calmly answered. "A friend of the guy you were beating right now."
The older man growled: "You brat! How you dare to break into my house!"
"I suppose you're Colin's father." the blondie said, apparently not intimidated at all by the bigger, menacing man. That confused the other two.
"Angel, get out of here!" Colin moaned, while lying on the floor, clutching his aching sides. "I don't want you to get hurt."
"And I don't want you to get hurt, either." The younger teen said.
"Too bad for you, sissy!" Kurt shouted. "Because I'm gonna kick both your asses!"
While speaking, he lunged at Angel, throwing a punch toward the blond teen's face.
Colin gasped in terror...
... and then Kurt landed onto the carpet with a loud "Ouch!"
A moment later, the shocked father and the equally shocked son realized that Angel had nonchalantly dodged the blow with an elegant pirouette, and with the same move he had used a leg to trip his attacker.
"You bastard..." Kurt hissed, standing up and raising his fist.
Angel was still unimpressed. In a fraction of a second, he tossed away his jacket, kicked off his sneakers, and slightly bent his legs, bringing one forward and the other a bit back.
Now Colin could see that his friend's socks had a split toe, looking like Japanese tabis... and they weren't white like the rest of the teen's clothes. They were red.
Now Angel's pink and soft lips formed a malicious smile, while he looked at Kurt and said slowly: "So... Whose ass do you want to kick?"