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Prologue




Sam took Leroy by the hand, walking upstairs with him.

Sam opened the door for Leroy, closing it quietly once they were both inside. He leant back against the door, smiling at Leroy shyly.

Leroy watched him; reaching out to Sam and pushing him slowly back onto the bed, crawling forwards onto the bed, leaning over him on all fours.

‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ Leroy asked him.

‘Yes’ Sam breathed. ‘I want to…love you…to feel you…’ he smiled. ‘I want this’ he whispered, ‘I want to…feel you inside me.’

Sam reached up, brushing Leroy’s cheek tenderly, running his fingers through his hair, before letting his hand fall back down to the bed, laying there beneath Leroy, calmly, simply waiting.


Leroy leant forwards, caressing Sam’s cheeks with both hands as he moved forwards, his lips hovering over Sam’s. He paused only briefly before kissing him.

Sam moaned as Leroy moved his tongue inside him, grasping Sam’s arm with one hand, and with the other, slipping beneath his belt.

Sam broke away from him, craning his head back, his body shuddering, his breath in shallow gasps.

Leroy withdrew his hand, unbuckling Sam’s belt, with the other hand he lifted Sam’s shirt to expose his bare chest.

‘You're so handsome’ Leroy whispered, running his tongue across naked skin. ‘So perfect.’

He leant back, sitting up so that he could see Sam’s face clearly.

‘Don’t worry’ he said. ‘I won’t mark you.’

‘I wouldn’t mind if you did’ Sam mumbled back, cheeks flushed as Leroy continued to touch him down below, caressing him so tenderly. ‘I am yours…’ he breathed, ‘after all…’

Leroy pulled his hand back, grasping the top of his trousers and pulling them down, freeing Sam from them and throwing them aside.

He leant over Sam again, kissing him briefly, before whispering into his ear.

‘Turn over.’

Sam did so, and Leroy ran his hands over his body, nuzzling into his shoulder and smelling his scent as he unzipped his own trousers.

‘Relax’ he told him. ‘I’ll be gentle.’

Sam drew a sharp intake of breath, balling the sheets up in his hands as Leroy pushed forwards, reaching further into him as he leant over Sam, weaving his fingers between Sam’s, as he moaned in pain, and in pleasure.

Leroy’s body began to sweat in the hot room, but he did not slow his pace as he thrust into him.

Leroy continued, enjoying every inch of Sam’s body, owning him. Controlling him.

He quickened as he began to climax, throwing his head back as his finished.




They lay on the bed together after that, holding each other close.

‘I love you Leroy’ Sam told him. ‘I love you...’

Leroy squeezed him tighter, closing his eyes content as he felt a strange emotion inside at hearing these words.

‘I know’ Leroy whispered quietly to Sam.


A lot has changed throughout my life, and I haven’t always been as happy as I am now.

I love Sam dearly, he is everything to me, and meeting him was one of the best things that has ever happened to me….


However…my story began not with him

but with another…








Part 1


Three years ago





Chapter One




‘I like this one’ she said, pointing to the picture of green curtains in the magazine before her.

Ken leant his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his palm.

‘Isn't it a bit too early to start planning things like this?’ Ken asked her happily.

‘It’s never too early’ Alyssa giggled, closing the magazine and pushing it to the side. ‘I can’t wait for us to get a place together; your parents say it will be soon.’

‘And are your parents still ok with this?’ Ken asked her. ‘I mean…they don’t think I'm taking you away or anything do they?’

‘You're a good man’ Alyssa gleamed at him, ‘and your family are good people.’

‘Oh stop’ Ken mumbled shyly, picking up his cup of coffee and sipping at it. ‘You're really too good to me.’

‘You're good to me’ Alyssa said to him, reaching for his hand across the table and grasping it firmly in her own. ‘Very soon we’ll have a house of our own and children. Our parents have it all planned out.’

‘And…’ Ken asked slowly. ‘Is that what you want?’

‘Yes of course it is’ she gleamed without hesitation, looking ever more beautiful as she smiled. Her long corn coloured hair fell about her shoulders, as her blue eyes shone from the light through the window outside. ‘My parents said to me it’s what a woman should do. Find a good man to marry and have children with. This is my life’s dream.’

‘As is mine’ Ken smiled, grasping her hand in both his own now. ‘Have you finished?’ he asked her as she dabbed at her lips with her napkin, doing so in a very feminine fashion. ‘Would you like anything else?’

‘No thank you’ she replied, folding up the magazine and slipping it into her bag and rising. ‘Let’s go.’

He offered her his arm like a gentleman should, and together they left the coffeehouse.

It was a gentle day outside. It was midday. The sun was warm and the air still. Everything was peaceful around them, even the town itself seemed hushed.

Everything was calm….well….almost.

Ken suddenly heard a ruckus coming from across the road. He turned to glance back behind him, seeing what it was.

From the entrance to a club that Ken was unfamiliar with, out stumbled a small group of male figures, the liveliest of which was a young man with rose red hair Ken would have described as being like a woman’s. Short at the top and long at the back, long enough to tie into a ponytail. Ken paused for a moment, watching this lively and rowdy figure as he clung to several of the men around him; clearly he was drunk, as were the men around him.

At midday! Ken thought.

He watched as the man with long black hair straightened suddenly, pulling himself up against the man closest to him. He then kissed him, hand travelling down the man’s body and touching his crotch.

Disgusting. Ken visibly flinched at the sight of this. Such sordid behaviour is bad enough behind closed doors…but to do it out in the open….?!

‘Are you alright Ken?’ Alyssa asked turning back. She then gasped at the sight of the men, hand going to her mouth in shock.

‘Don’t look’ Ken said to her in a sharp tone. ‘Lost souls deserve only hell. We shouldn’t have anything to do with them.’

He pulled her away.


They parted ways hours later when the light began to fade.

‘I had fun today’ Alyssa said. ‘I hope we can do it again soon.’

‘I hope so too’ Ken smiled warmly.

She reached forwards and kissed him, Ken held her in his arms tenderly, his hands around her waist.

They broke apart.

‘I love you Ken’ she whispered to him. ‘I always will.’

‘I know.’

‘Will we see each other again tomorrow?’

‘I hope so.’

She giggled shyly, hand going to her mouth.

‘Bye then’ she said.

‘See you.’

She turned and skipped away. Ken watched her until she reached the front door to her home, waving at him one last time before closing the door.

Ken waved back, before letting his hand drop. He moved away, heading to his own home on the other side of town.

He insisted on walking her home every time they parted ways, as every gentleman should. He would treat her right, and give her the life she deserved.

I love her Ken thought. I want to spend the rest of my life with her.

The sun had just dipped below the horizon by the time Ken reached his home. He lived on the ground floor in a small apartment block. It was a modest home, but comfortable. He lived here with his family, and had everything he needed. He was happy.

He rang the doorbell before he entered, just to let his parents know he’d come home. As was his habit.

They looked up as he entered, both smiling at him.

‘Welcome home Ken. Did you have fun out with Alyssa?’

‘Yeah’ he said taking off his shoes.

He sat at the table opposite his older brother and younger sister. Their names were Walter and Sue.

‘What's for food?’ he asked.

‘Lasagne’ his mother said, placing it on the table. ‘You timed it well.’

‘Just lucky I guess’ Ken smirked, picking up his fork eagerly.

His father sat at the head of the table silently as his mother dished up a portion for each of them. When she was done, she sat in the chair beside her husband and placed her hands together. The others followed suit.

His mother said a quick prayer and amen before allowing her family to eat.

When they were finished, Ken helped his mother clear the table.

‘Ken’ she said to him. ‘I know it’s late, but can you go out to the shops and get some bread and milk.’

‘Sure. But are they still open at this time?’ he asked her.

‘They're open til ten’ she told him. ‘If you hurry…’

Ken was already heading towards the door. ‘Don’t worry’ he said grinning back at her. ‘I’ll make it.’

He ran from his home, his pace slowed to a jog as he reached the shop. He made it just in time, five minutes before closing.

He bought what he needed and walked home slowly.

It was dark now, and only by the lights from the street lamps was he able to see as they lit his path.

It was silent in the town now, peaceful. Ken loved this place he lived. His life was perfect, his future bright.

Everything is planned out Ken thought happily to himself as he strolled home.

He had nearly reached his front door when he came across a figure.

The figure stopped. A flicker of recognition crossed his face.

‘Hey it’s you’ the figure said. ‘I saw you earlier today.’

Ken frowned. The stranger was perhaps only a little older than him. His red dyed hair was short and spiked at the top, and on the bottom it was long and tied in a ponytail that grew at the back.

Ken recognised him.

‘You're that guy I saw earlier outside that club.’

‘The name’s Mustang’ he said, tilting his head at him.

Ken stared at him for several seconds, before bursting out into hysterical laughter.

‘Mustang?!’ he cackled. ‘That is the stupidest name I've ever heard!’

‘Oh yeah?’ Mustang glowered indignantly. ‘Then what's your name then?’

He composed himself before answering, wiping away a tear.

‘My name? It’s Ken. My parents call me Kenneth.’

‘AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!’

Mustang doubled over, holding his sides. His laughter was so hysterical, that he actually fell on the floor and started rolling around.

‘Hey it’s not funny’ Ken glared angrily, as Mustang rose to his feet.

Mustang swayed on the spot for several seconds, before finally straightening.

‘I'm sorry…’ he gasped. ‘I'm sorry….I…..AHAHAHAHAHAAAHAWWWWW!

‘You're so annoying’ Ken grumbled at him, gritting his teeth.

Mustang faltered then. He suddenly gave a look that Ken couldn’t read, and one he didn’t like.

Mustang reached for him then, taking him by the shirt.

He pulled him closer, and kissed him on the lips.

Ken’s eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t believe what Mustang had just done.

Ken shoved him away, hand going to his mouth.

‘What are you doing?!!!’

‘Kissing you’ Mustang said casually, in a tone that suggested it was obvious. ‘You know what that is right?’

The window of the apartment on the second floor suddenly opened then and a head popped out.

‘Mustang? Is that you?’ a man called down to him. ‘Hurry up and get in here. I've been waiting!’

‘I’ll be there is a moment’ Mustang called up to him. He looked back at Ken then. ‘He’s my boyfriend.’

Ken’s heart jolted at the casual way he had said this.

As if it were normal?

‘How can you say such things to me?’ Ken spluttered, hand still covering his mouth as if to protect himself, as he if thought that Mustang might do it again.

‘I thought you might be wondering who he was’ Mustang said innocently.

‘I don’t care’ Ken spat angrily. ‘Why do you think I would care?!’

His voice was muffled as he spoke behind his hand.

‘Well’ Mustang smirked at him as he turned to go. ‘I’ll see you around.’

Yeah right Ken thought angrily. As if I’d ever want to see you again.

He watched as Mustang ascended the stairs to the next level above him. Only once he had entered the apartment and closed the door after him did Ken move his hand, breathing a deep sigh of relief.

That jerk. What was that all about? I can’t believe he did that to me!

He picked up the grocery bag he had dropped and turned back to his own home, cheeks red with rage.

It was silent in the house when first he entered, and the lights were all off. He took off his shoes and quietly put the bread and milk away, finding his mother in the next room watching TV with the lights off.

‘Oh honey’ she said in a sleepy voice. ‘You're back…good. Is everything alright? Did you get what we needed?’

‘Yes’ he answered shortly. ‘Everything fine. I'm going to my room ok?’

‘Goodnight dear’ his mother smiled wearily after him.

Ken closed the door after him, leaning back against the door with a hand over his mouth.

I can’t believe he did that…



‘Who was that kid?’ Justin asked as Mustang entered the room.

‘Oh…’ Mustang thought. ‘He’s…a kid in my class I think. I saw him earlier today.’

‘Does he live here?’

‘I think so. I mean I guess he does.’

Mustang’s hands came up, holding Justin’s face tenderly as he kissed him.

‘I'm glad it’s just us again’ Justin said seductively as Mustang moved his lips down his body.

‘Yeah’ he spoke between kisses. ‘Me too.’

Mustang turned him over, bending him over the sofa and trailing kisses down his naked back.

‘Do you want the safe word?’ Mustang asked him quietly.

‘You never tell me what it is’ Justin replied with a smirk.




Chapter Two



The next morning Ken went to school.

Along the way he came across a familiar figure.

Ken’s lip curled in disgust as he sneered down at Mustang, half-asleep on a bench and blinking blearily up at him, dribbling.

‘Oooozat?’

‘You're a disgrace’ Ken spat down at him.

Mustang’s vision must have cleared somewhat then, because his face suddenly lit up.

‘Kenneth! My man!’

He tried to rise, instead his hand slipped and he face planted the bench, before rolling off the side and onto the floor.

He rolled onto his back, gazing up at Ken.

‘You're hung over’ Ken told him.

‘No’ Mustang slurred. ‘I'm still drink.’

‘You mean drunk.’

Ken watched as Mustang struggled to his feet, flailing about on his back for several seconds like a tortoise flipped over, before using the bench as support and finally standing.

‘Shouldn’t you be going to school?’ Ken asked him.

‘I only go when I feel like it’ Mustang grumbled, clutching his head with a hand. ‘And today…I just don’t feel up to it.’

‘You make me sick’ Ken spat at him. ‘Don’t you care about your future?’

Mustang stared at him in shock, suddenly frozen, still holding onto the bench for support.

Ken turned on his heel, walking away. He left Mustang behind.

He didn’t know what it was, but there was something about him that got under his skin. He had seen delinquents before, but this…

His mood brightened only when he reached the school gates and found Alyssa waiting for him.

When she saw him she broke into a smile, looking ever more beautiful.

Ken smiled at her in turn.


The rest of that day was normal.


‘Bowling?’ Ken asked. ‘Tonight?’

‘Now’ Chris grinned at him. ‘You're not doing anything are you?’

‘Um’ Ken hesitated. ‘No?’ he smiled. ‘Let me just call home…I don’t want my family to worry.’

‘Do it on the way’ Chris said taking a step back and beaconing him to follow. ‘Come on. Anthony and Neil are coming too, and Sue…oh and Lisa is coming too.’

‘Oh right’ Ken mumbled, pulling his mobile out and dialling for home.

Chris fell silent as Ken spoke to his mother, telling her he will be home late.

‘I love you too mum’ Ken sighed happily at her. ‘Bye now.

‘Why don’t you invite Alyssa?’ Chris asked him, as Ken put his phone back in his pocket.

‘No she’s busy’ Ken said to him, ‘she’s got other plans.’

‘Aww, that’s a shame.’

Chris grabbed onto a lamppost as they went, swinging around it once before walking ahead again.

‘So are you any good at bowling?’

Ken grinned at him.

‘Not really…sorry. I haven’t played since I was a kid. I bet I’ll be rubbish.’

‘Nah’ Chris waved away at him. ‘I’m probably more rubbish than you are. So was it a birthday party last time you played?’

‘Yeah’ Ken said. ‘My own.’

‘At least this time you can drink, just be careful on the way home ok?’

‘Sure whatever’ Ken smirked. ‘I could say the same back to you.’

They reached the brightly coloured building in the shopping centre, Chris jogging in through the doors to meet Lisa, lifting her in his arms and planting a kiss on her lips.

‘Looks like we’re all here’ Neil said as Ken approached them.

‘Hey Ken’ Sue smiled sweetly at him, ‘how are you doing?’

‘Great’ he nodded with a smile.

‘Aw?’ Sue whined. ‘Alyssa couldn’t make it?’

‘Sorry she’s got other plans’ Ken replied.

‘It doesn’t matter’ Neil said, ‘there’s always next time right? Come on sis’ he said to Sue. ‘The food there is delicious and I'm hungry. Let’s go.’

They spent hours that evening at the bowling alley, playing several games, talking and eating at the café nearby.

Life was normal, and Ken was happy.

It was dark by the time they left. Ken said his goodbyes, and made his way home alone.

It was quiet in the town, so still and peaceful. When he got home he found his mother waiting for him.

‘You're back’ she smiled at him.

‘Of course I'm back’ Ken laughed. ‘Why wouldn’t I be back?’

‘I was just worrying for you’ she said hugging him.

‘Mum I'm fine’ Ken told her flatly, frowning at her in amusement. ‘I'm not a kid anymore.’

‘You’ll always be my baby’ she gleamed happily.

Ken groaned loudly at that.

‘Alright. I'm going to bed now’ she said to him letting him go. ‘Goodnight my dear.’

‘Night mum’ he said, smiling at her.

He watched her go, listened to her footsteps up the stairs, then silence.

Ken stayed in the kitchen, making himself a bowl of cereal before going to bed.



The next day, Ken saw Mustang again. Not in the streets, but in his classroom.

Ken turned to glance behind him, seeing Mustang sitting a few seats back from him. The moment Mustang noticed Ken watching him, he flashed him a grin and a wink.

Ken glared at him, turning back around to face his desk.

That’s it Ken thought bitterly. I remember him now. He’s the one who asked in sex ed. a few years ago why sperm tastes salty.

A look of revulsion crossed his expression.

Disgusting. He is an abomination. For being gay, for being so crude…and having no self respect. He doesn’t even bother coming to school at all on most days. Ken turned back to glance at Mustang. Why did he come now? I haven’t seen him in years.



After class finished, Ken went to one of the fountains in the corridor to drink. When he straightened again, he saw Mustang before him.

He gritted his teeth angrily, turning away from him sharply and storming off.

It was several seconds later, when Ken realised there were footsteps following him.

He paused, turning around he saw Mustang was following him.

‘Go away!’

‘But I want to talk to you’ Mustang said innocently.

‘About what?’

‘I was wondering why you wanted me to come to school. You know…the other day when we spoke. I was wondering…’ he paused. ‘Were you worried about me?’

I shouldn’t even be talking to him.

‘Of course you have to go to school. Have you no care for the future?’

‘Actually’ Mustang said shrugging, ‘not really. I live for the now.’

‘Your life is full of sin’ Ken glowered. ‘Is this how you want to live? Being hung over in the streets, the heavy drinking…the things you do with other men…’

Mustang narrowed his eyes.

‘Does the fact that I'm gay bother you?’

‘It’s wrong.’

‘Why? How can love be wrong? It’s not like any of the people I fuck are underage.’

Ken spluttered at that, utterly revolted. ‘The way you talk is disgusting!’

‘Why?’

‘It’s wrong to use such words.’

‘Why?’

‘My parents taught me how to behave properly. We follow god’s word.’

Mustang pursed his lips, frowning at him.

After a long pause he spoke.

‘Soooooo…..god says it’s wrong to be gay….and to swear.’

‘It’s wrong to be gay’ Ken told him curtly.

‘Tell me’ Mustang said. ‘Do you always let people tell you what to think?’

Ken hesitated suddenly, caught off-guard.

‘I believe that we are all god’s children’ Mustang continued. ‘He loves us all, and made me who I am.’

Mustang turned on his heel then, and walked away without another word, leaving Ken staring after him.

I don’t let people tell me what to think. Ken thought, surprised to hear such words coming from Mustang.

Do I?


Ken met Alyssa later that day, after his classes had finished, he rushed over to her college, waiting for her outside the gates.

Her expression lit up when she saw him waiting there for her; she came bounding over to him.

‘I missed you so much!’ she squealed excitedly, hugging him as tight as she could and laughing happily. ‘My handsome man.’

‘Hey Alyssa’ he smiled down at her.

She tilted her head back, kissing him.

Ken closed his eyes, holding her in a firm embrace for a few moments, until they broke apart.

She leant back on her heels again, smiling up at him, looking so beautiful.

As he gazed down at her, a thought cut into his mind like a knife.

Tell me, do you always let people tell you what to think?’

Ken furrowed his brow then, suddenly angry at himself.

Why am I thinking of Mustang now?

‘Ken?’ Alyssa faltered, her smile fading from her lips. ‘What's wrong?’

‘Nothing’ Ken said hastily, ‘I just…’ he frowned to himself. ‘Do you think I let people tell me what to think?’

‘What?’ Alyssa blinked at him. ‘No. Why would you say that?’

‘It’s nothing’ Ken shook his head. ‘It’s just something someone at school said to me.’

‘Don’t let anyone make you feel negative about yourself’ Alyssa told him. ‘There will always be people out there who will wrongly judge you or try to make you feel bad about yourself.’

‘Yeah’ Ken mumbled, dipping his head. ‘I guess you're right.’

‘Come on’ Alyssa beamed at him, taking his hand. ‘Let’s go to the park, I want to share an ice cream with you.’

They stayed together for hours after that, walking hand in hand through the park. Everything just as it had always been, and yet to Ken it felt different.

Tell me, do you always let people tell you what to think?’

He couldn’t shake Mustang’s words from his mind, no matter how hard he tried.

At last it began to grow dark, and Ken walked Alyssa home, kissing her goodbye, before leaving her.



That night, Ken went home, and began to see fault in his life.

He sat down for a meal with his ‘perfect’ family. He was expected to say Amen before the meal, told off for putting his elbows on the table, pushed to finish his food when he said he was full, ignored when he tried to talk about school.

‘What's gotten into you today?’ his mother asked him after a time. ‘I don’t like this new you. You're making me feel like you're testing your boundaries, and testing my patience.’

After that he helped clear the table silently, going to bed early after washing the dishes and putting them away.

He lay in bed, hugging the sheets to him, and feeling thoroughly miserable.

What is happening to me? Why am I changing, why do I suddenly feel like this?

He gradually succumbed to sleep, waking the next morning, with the same guilt at the night before.

He went downstairs to find his family around the table having breakfast, they were already all awake before him.

‘Morning sleepy’ his sister called out. ‘You're up later than usual.’

‘Morning Sue’ Ken smiled warmly at her, ‘listen…’ he began, addressing his family now. ‘I'm sorry…I…wasn’t in my right state of mind last night.’

‘It’s alright’ his mother spoke warmly to him. ‘We’re just glad you're better now.’

‘Yeah’ Ken mumbled, ‘I am…I'm fine now.’

Sue ran up to him then, hugging him tightly.

‘I'm so glad!’ she cried happily, ‘I missed the old you…I'm glad you are you again!’

‘Yeah’ Walter grinned at him from across the table as they ate their cereal. ‘We’re all glad you're ok.’

Ken smiled genuinely then, hugging his sister back.

‘My family’ he sighed, ‘that’s all that really matters…’

Later that morning Ken left for college, meeting Alyssa at the front gates. They talked briefly as Ken walked with her to her own school, a little further away, parting with a kiss. Ken returned to his own college in good time.

He felt generally good about things, happy even as he made his way across the grounds to registration. In fact, he was in such a good mood, that he began to think thoughts he never had before, as his mind began to wander to Mustang.

Mustang was strangely understanding the other day when he said we are all god’s children he pondered. Damit why am I thinking of him again? Why can’t I get him out of my head? He frowned then. Maybe I'm looking at this the wrong way. Maybe he isn’t such a bad guy after all.

And then he saw him. Mustang was lying on the grass of the school ground, on top of another man. The two wrapped were up in each other’s arms and kissing passionately, in plain view of everyone.

I take that back Ken thought turning away sharply, his mood instantly souring. The guy’s a total jerk!

Ken went to registration, waiting outside in the corridor for the teacher to arrive.

Minutes later Mustang came strolling along. Ken glared at the wall opposite him, ignoring the quiet murmur of the class around him as they waited for the door of the classroom to be opened.

‘Oh hey Ken!’ Mustang sang. ‘You alright?’

Ken’s heart sunk in his chest, and he closed his eyes in anguish, wishing Mustang would not have spoken to him, wishing he had just ignored him.

He opened his eyes, and turned slowly to face him.

‘Why the long face?’ Mustang asked him.

‘Why won’t you just leave me alone?’ Ken snapped.

‘Is it your time of the month?’ Mustang asked in a sympathetic tone.

Ken’s blood pressure instantly shot up, and he was consumed by a strong desire to smack him in the face.

‘You're disgusting. I hate you so much’ he said through gritted teeth, in a voice low enough so that only he could hear. ‘My life is perfect. You are the one who is wrong. Why do you even come to school? You’d be doing everyone a favour by just staying away. You’d be doing everyone a favour by dying.’

Ken knew he had struck a nerve. For an instant Mustang’s cocky and bold demeanour broke, and for an instant Ken regretted his words.

Mustang stared at him, mouth open in shock and eye wide. Ken could see that he was hurt.

He closed his mouth, speaking at last.

‘I thought for a moment….’ Mustang said, ‘that you actually cared for me….when you asked why I don’t come to school.’

‘No’ Ken shook his head. ‘I couldn’t care less for you.’

He turned his back on him then as the teacher arrived to open the door, filing into the classroom and taking his seat. He kept his eyes down from then on, ignoring everything around him, and speaking only to confirm his name, as the teacher read out the register.

He didn’t know if Mustang had entered the class, didn’t even notice whether or not he answered when his name was called out.

He was too angry, consumed in his own silent rage.




Chapter Three



Later that day, they sat a mock exam. The room in which the exam was held was modest in size. It was soundproof. Originally it had been a music room, but that was a long time ago.

Ken stared down at the paper before him, scribbling furiously. The mock exams were just as important to him as the real ones; they showed where you were doing well, and where you were failing. And if he didn’t do well in his mock exams, his parents, his mother especially, would not be happy.

She had plans for him, and he was expected to follow them.

Ken put all his efforts now on his task, his mind was far away. He didn’t look around him, but stared down at his papers.

Behind him Mustang sat. He paid no attention to the test that was before him. Instead he spent his time drawing rude pictures all over the paper. Then when he grew bored of that, he folded the test into a paper aeroplane and threw it through the air.

Ken felt something jab the back of his head, and turned.

Everyone behind him was looking down, concentrating on their papers. Everyone, except for Mustang, who stared back at Ken; trying to adopt an expression of confused innocence and failing miserably at it.

Ken gritted his teeth, miming the words piss off, before turning ahead again.

He continued with his test for several minutes, the teacher standing at the head of the room, overlooking the students as they worked in silence.

For a long time nothing happened, and then the door opened, and a hooded man walked in.

Everybody in the room stopped and looked up, frozen for a moment.

‘Excuse me’ the teacher said striding up to the man. ‘You're not allowed in here. Please leave.’

The man pulled out a gun, and shot her in the head at point blank range.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and the teacher fell back and collapsed on the floor.

She was dead.

People began to scream, rising from their seats to escape.

Ken was unable to move. He had frozen where he sat, consumed by fear.

The hooded man turned his attention onto him now. Ken’s heart plummeted in his chest. The heightened fear he experienced, was unlike anything he thought possible. A primal fear. The true terror experienced by one who could see the end of their life right before them.

Ken knew as the stranger reached for him, that he had mere seconds to live.

Ken was pulled from his chair and forced to his knees; the stranger pressed the gun to his temple.

GOD SOMEONE HELP ME!’ Ken screamed.

The stranger suddenly stumbled to the side and Ken threw his head back to see that Mustang had lunged for the man. They fought for the gun, Ken watched in frozen shock as Mustang struggled to take the gun from the stranger. Mustang forced the man’s hand down and the gun fired, he grimaced in pain as he was shot through the leg. The stranger pushed Mustang back and the gun fired again.

Mustang staggered back, and fell to his knees, clutching his side. Ken turned to him, seeing blood seeping between his fingers from the open wound.

He had been shot in the stomach.

His attention flickered back to the stranger, who pointed the gun at Mustang now, inches away from his forehead. Mustang glared back at the stranger in hate and anger, but Ken was shocked to see that there was no fear in him. Not a trace.

Ken gasped slowly as he watched the stranger tighten his finger, pulling the trigger.

The gun clicked but did not fire. It was empty, and Mustang did not even flinch.

Several more figures ran into the room, tackling the hooded stranger and forcing the gun from his grasp.

The shouts around Ken sounded far away, distant…almost as if he were hearing it underwater. Ken paid no attention to them. He ignored the voices as they called all around him. His focus now was on Mustang, and Mustang alone.

Mustang hunched his body over, groaning in pain, his hand pressed against the ground as he held himself up, holding his stomach with his other hand.

‘Mustang…’ Ken uttered.

Mustang raised his head to his, his body beginning to tremble. He groaned again, hanging his head and falling to his side.

‘MUSTANG!’

Ken crawled over to him, leaning over him.

‘Oh no….’ he whimpered.

He was deathly pale now, his breathing shallow.

Tears welled in Ken’s eyes as he stared down at him, rolling down his cheeks.

‘Please don’t die!’

‘Get back give him space!’

Ken was pulled to his feet by one of the teachers as several other teachers surrounded Mustang.

‘Call an ambulance!’

Ken stared down at the scene around him, feeling a sudden sense of unreality, like this wasn’t really happening…like he wasn’t really here, like this was just a horrible nightmare.

He heard suddenly screams and the sound of hysterical crying in the corroder outside.

This room is soundproof Ken thought vaguely. He must have killed more before he came here.

His attention drifted then to the stranger dressed in black. Ken was shocked to see that he was dead.


‘They said it was a cyanide capsule that he had taken’ Ken said in a distant voice as he sat there in the quiet room. ‘They said that he was schizophrenic…and that the voices in his head told him to do it.’

‘And what about Mustang?’ the therapist asked him. ‘You haven’t heard what happened to him?’

‘N-no’ Ken whispered, his hand going to his head, and tears streaming from his eyes. ‘I….I don’t even know if he is alive….or dead…..oh god…’ he buried his face in his hands. ‘I suffer night terrors….I see it….play out in my mind all over again…again and again…its horrible….I see the gun…I see Mustang lying there….and the blood’ Ken shuddered, hugging himself, beginning to tremble violently. ‘My parents won’t help me!’ he said, voice breaking. ‘They say I should just put my faith in god….but….it was not god who saved me…but Mustang……I would have died if not for him!’

‘Why do you think he did it?’ the therapist asked him.

‘I…I don’t know.’

‘Is it possible that he has stronger feelings for you than you thought?’ the therapist asked him calmly. ‘Positive feelings…an attachment of some sorts perhaps.’

Ken glanced up at the man.

‘W-what…?’


Shortly after the incident, Ken had gone to the hospital Mustang had been admitted to to try to find him.

‘Please’ he had begged the woman. ‘I have to know if he’s ok.’

‘I'm sorry’ the secretary had said. ‘We keep our patients files confidential, only the family are allowed to see.’

Ken returned to the entrance of the hospital, where his own family were waiting for him by the car, ready to take him home.


The days passed and Ken stayed at home. He had learned later on that several people in the school had been killed by the stranger before he entered the hall during their mock exam. The college had been closed for several days after that, reopening days later. Things went back to normal.

But Ken had not returned.

In his mind, Ken was still in that exam hall on that day. When he watched TV, gazed out the window, lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling, he saw in his mind what happened that day. No matter where he was or what was happening around him, he would see the same horror, play over in his mind again and again.

No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop it, no matter what he did, it never went away.

‘Ken?’ Sue his young sister said to him as he lay on his bed silently. ‘Ken are you ok? We’re all worried about you?’

But he did not answer her.

Later that evening they all sat down for their meal.

They began to eat.

Ken stared down at his plate, eyes wide. He had not moved for several minutes, but just sat there, head bowed.

‘Ken?’ his mother spoke tentatively from beside him. .

Ken turned his head to her, staring silently. She watched him with an expression of deep concern.

‘Eat something’ she told him. ‘Please.’

Ken didn’t respond. He made no acknowledgement that he had heard here at all.

‘Here’ his mother said, picking at the food with his fork and bringing it to him. ‘Eat it’ she told him gently, holding the fork before his mouth.

Ken opened his mouth and his mother fed him.

Ken chewed slowly; then swallowed.

He let out a sob then, bowing his head and leaning forwards with his elbows on the table, hands gripping his hair as he began to cry.

His mother reached for him and he turned to embrace her, crying into her shoulder until his eyes were red.


He was taken to bed early that night; his mother tucked him in, patting his sheets down tenderly.

Ken lay on his side, wearing the same wide eyed expression he had since that day.

‘If there is anything you want’ his mother told him brushing his hair back, ‘just come to my room, it doesn’t matter what time it is.’ She waited for a response. None came. ‘Sleep well’ she told him, leaning down and kissing his forehead. ‘I love you’ she told him. ‘Good night.’

She moved away, pausing at the door to look back, before closing it after her.

It took hours for Ken to fall asleep. When he did, he dreamed of that hooded figure, of Mustang standing before him…that gun……blood….

Ken sat bolt upright in bed screaming. It took him several minutes to calm as he remembered where he was.

At home in bed.

Ken hugged his knees, covering his head with his arms and crying, gasping as his whole body shook.

His door opened then and he jerked his head around, heart racing in his chest, pounding against his rib cage so hard it hurt.

‘Ken?’ came the delicate voice of his sister.

Behind her, the taller figure of his brother stood. Ken recognised his silhouette in the doorway, lit by the light in the hallway.

They moved over to him.

‘It’s alright’ his sister told him. ‘We’re here for you.’



It was many weeks later when Ken returned to school.

‘I can’t believe this has happened…’ Ken said in a distant voice as he stood before the memorial.

His friend Keith stood beside him, and together they stared at the fountain that had been built in memory of those that had died that day.

There were seventeen in total. Many of the families of the deceased had brought flowers and pictures of their loved ones.

The pictures were left to fade in the sunlight, and several of the flowers were slowly beginning to die.

‘How can this happen?’ Ken mumbled. ‘It’s just…so horrible…’ he hung his head, shoulders hunched, as his body began to tremble. ‘I thought…’ he began, ‘I thought….’

Ken bit his lip, doing so hard enough to make it bleed.

‘Have you seen or heard from Mustang at all?’ he asked his friend.

‘No’ Keith mumbled to him. ‘No one’s heard from him.’

Ken turned away sharply to hide the tears in his eyes.

He made his way slowly to class, thinking in his head.

Maybe….he did die after all.


He attended class. His mind however was far away, and he hardly heard the teacher speak. Instead, for the first half of the lesson, his eyes glazed over, as his thoughts began to drift, until the moment the classroom door opened.

Ken’s attention snapped sharply back, and he witnessed a flashback of that day when the door to the hall had opened, and the hooded figure stepped in with gun.

Ken clutched his head with both hands, screaming in horror at the sight of blood before him.

Around him, his classmates and the teacher that had walked in stared in shock. To them, everything was perfectly normal, save for Ken


Minutes later, Ken sat alone in the nurse’s office, head in his hands and shaking violently. There were several rooms here, and Ken had been left in a quiet room alone, where none could bother him.

A short while later and Ken’s parents came to pick him up.

They took him home.




Chapter Four



Several months passed, and Ken still had not seen nor heard any news of Mustang.

He had begun to accept that he had died that day.

‘What's wrong?’ Alyssa spoke, breaking his thoughts.

‘Oh’ he mumbled, straightening slightly, ‘I um…its nothing.’

She stepped towards him, reaching out to hold him by the arm. Around them other people milled about in the dimmed room, the only light shone through the glass from inside the great aquarium before them.

Alyssa tilted her head back as the glass arched above them, reaching out towards it, touching its cool surface as a great stingray drifted above them, gliding gracefully through the water as it flapped its large wings slowly.

‘You're thinking about Mustang aren’t you’ Alyssa said.

‘Is it really that obvious?’ Ken asked glumly.

She lowered her arm, turning to face him.

‘There’s nothing you can do for him.’

‘He saved my life’ Ken said. ‘I would be dead if it wasn’t for him.’

‘I'm glad he saved you’ Alyssa said, ‘more than I can express, but…’ she paused then. ‘You will do no good by worrying like this.’

‘How can I not worry?’ Ken said, speaking quietly to her. He paused. ‘I sometimes…I think.’ He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to speak. ‘If he has really died…then it would be my fault.’

‘No’ Alyssa shook her head. ‘That isn’t true.’

Ken turned away from the aquarium before him, at last facing her properly.

‘He chose to confront that man’ Alyssa told him, ‘and while I thank god that he did…’ she faltered then, falling silent and smiling sadly at Ken. ‘If I lost you’ she whispered, ‘I would never…’

‘Don’t’ Ken said abruptly to her, caressing her cheek tenderly then, ‘don’t think of such things.’

‘I just don’t know what I would do if I lost you’ Alyssa finished. ‘You are everything to me; you are my whole world…’

Ken stopped her then with a kiss, holding her tenderly in his arms.

‘Alyssa…’ he breathed into her ear, his grasp tightened slightly and he bowed his head, nuzzling into her neck. ‘I love you so much…’

‘It makes you think…’ she mumbled, smiling over his shoulder as she held him back, ‘…how previous life is.’

Ken let go of her, stepping back as he held her shoulders, gazing down upon her.

‘You're so beautiful.’

She smiled, stepping forwards and pecking him quickly on the cheek playfully, before taking his hand and pulling him along.

‘Come on’ she said, ‘I want to see the baby jellyfish again.’

Ken frowned at her in amusement, unable to stop himself from smiling.

‘Everything will be ok in the end’ she told him briefly glancing back as she tugged him along, ‘just give it time…’

They left the aquarium a few hours later after having a meal in the café, heading back home on the train, Ken walked Alyssa home before returning home alone himself, where he found his family waiting for him.

‘Did you have fun?’ his mother asked.

‘Yeah’ Ken mumbled. ‘It’s fine.’


It was many weeks later, when Ken started going back to school on a regular basis. His visits with the therapist became less frequent, until he felt he no longer needed them at all as he began, a little more every day, to return to his regular routine.

As the days went on, the fear also began to ebb away, along with the restless nights, along with the terror.

Ken’s family did everything they could to support him, to help him heal, and slowly, Ken returned to his old self again.

One day, Ken received a call to his home from one of his friends, inviting him out.

‘You haven’t been out in ages’ his friends voice came to him from the phone. ‘I think it would be good for you. So how about it?’

Ken thought for a moment, holding the phone to his ear.

‘I think you should go’ his sister encouraged; sitting close beside him she could hear the call.

Ken smiled warmly at her, before turning away.

‘Yeah.’ He said after a time speaking to his friend. ‘I’ll go.’




The next day, Ken went to college.

‘You're getting better.’ Alyssa said to him as they stood at the front gates of her school.

‘I feel better’ Ken smiled. ‘I really do.’

He grinned at her again, wider this time.

‘I think things are finally returning to normal.’

She kissed him on the cheek quickly, before turning and dancing away, pausing one last time to wave back at him, before vanishing.

Ken smiled after her, turning away and walking quickly back, heading to his own college. He met his friend who was waiting for him.

‘Hey Ken’ his friend Phil said. ‘There you are. Hurry up or we’ll be late.’

‘Alright’ he sighed. ‘I'm coming.’

He followed his friend towards the school, passing through the gates.

He glanced behind him for no particular reason, perhaps doing so purely by chance, perhaps doing so because his subconscious sensed something there.

His heart stopped suddenly in his chest. What he saw then, suddenly brought all the terrible memories of what happened that day flooding back.

‘Ken?’ Phil paused. ‘Are you alright?’

Ken ignored him, instead staring away, eyes wide and frozen as if in shock.

He moved away, taking a step forward.

He ran in the opposite direction, ignoring his friend as he called after him. He ran across the road, stumbling to the side as a car skidded to a stop to avoid hitting him, though he didn’t slow.

The figure he had be running after turned at the sound of the car skidding and the horn sounding from the angry driver. Ken ran to the figure, slowing to a stop before him with tears in his eyes, his chest rising and falling as he breathed deeply.

‘Ken’ Mustang said in surprise, staring down at him as he stood there casually with his hands in his pockets. ‘What are you doing here?’

Ken stared at him, gasping.

He stepped forward then, embracing Mustang tightly.

Mustang blinked in surprise.

‘Ken’ he uttered, ‘…what?’

‘You saved my life!’ Ken sobbed into his chest. ‘You saved my life…I would be dead if it wasn’t for you!’

‘Hey’ Mustang said softly, placing his hands upon Ken’s shoulders and pushing him back gently so that he could look into his face.

‘You saved my life…’ Ken cried, tears streaming from his eyes then, ‘even after I said all those horrible things to you….’

‘They were just words’ Mustang answered quietly.

‘But I said such terrible things…I wished you dead! Oh…’ Ken said, suddenly remembering as his eyes travelled down Mustang’s body. ‘You were shot…’

‘I'm fine now.’

Ken lifted his head again, beginning to tremble.

‘Come with me’ Mustang said to him. ‘Let’s take a walk.’



Chapter Five



Ken followed Mustang as they made their way through the town. Ken’s eyes were wide as he went, and he swallowed the lump in his throat, his nerves tingled inside him at the sudden sight of Mustang. It was a strange feeling, seeing him again after he had begun to accept that Mustang had likely died. Ken felt so confused.

‘You look different’ Ken spoke up.

Mustang paused, turning to him.

‘Do I?’ he asked. ‘How?’

‘I don’t know’ Ken mumbled. ‘You look the same…and yet…different….’

Mustang watched Ken for a moment, before breaking into a smile.

‘It’s just because I've been gone for so long’ he grinned. ‘I assure you I'm the same as I was before.’

‘Hu?’

‘It’s like…’ Mustang said slowly, ‘when you go on holiday for two weeks, your home looks and feels different when you come back, even though it’s all the same.’

‘I’ve…never been on holiday.’

‘You should go’ Mustang continued, turning and strolling away. ‘After all…life is short.’

They continued to walk at a casual pace through the town, across the streets and away, until they reached the edges of the town.

It was quieter here. Peaceful.

‘I like it here’ Mustang said, slowing to a stop and gazing about him with his hands upon his hips. ‘It’s nice.’

It was an open place, the dirt at their feet was dry, and train tracks were set in the earth at their feet, reaching far in both directions. And before them, was a narrow section of woodland, beyond which were the very edges of the town, where there were only fields.

‘Why are we here?’ Ken asked him curiously.

‘I told you’ Mustang said happily. ‘Because I like it.’ He turned to him them. ‘And…’ he added, ‘it’s private. We can talk without being disturbed.’

‘Why did you save me?’ Ken asked him, speaking the first question that had been hanging on the tip of his tongue. ‘Why? After what I said to you?’ he hung his head, fighting back tears as the terrible memories seeped back into him.

Our teacher…shot and killed right before us……the blood…oh god….

Ken raised his head again, facing Mustang head on, forcing the memories away, forcing himself to be strong.

‘I have to know’ Ken spoke, trying to keep his voice steady, ‘what were you thinking when you ran towards him?’

Mustang put his hands in his pockets. ‘You want to know what I was thinking?’ he asked

‘Yes’ Ken whispered.

Mustang glanced up at him.

Ken stared. ‘You have to tell me. What were you thinking?’

‘Fuck it’ Mustang replied. ‘YOLO.’

Ken stared at him in disbelief.

‘…What…?’ he uttered, the sound of the train in the distance coming closer.

Mustang turned and walked away, he slowly crossed the train tracks that ran by them, the train that was running the tracks was drawing ever closer.

Mustang stopped on the tracks, and turned to face Ken again, as the train drew ever closer.

‘This is the only life we all know we have’ Mustang said as the train tore forwards. ‘One life. One chance. If I can die making a difference in this world, then I will.’

The train was nearly upon him, it would reach him in seconds.

At the very last moment, Mustang stepped backwards off the track, never breaking eye contact with Ken, as his heart knotted in his chest, for the briefest instant he was afraid for Mustang.

The train passed between them, whooshing at high speed.

Then in no time at all, it was gone.

Ken stared at Mustang in shock.

Mustang stared back calmly.

He turned slowly, and walked away.

Ken followed after him.


‘How can you be this way?’ Ken asked Mustang in astonishment. ‘I've never known anyone to be so carefree in life, so willing to throw their life away.’

‘I wouldn’t throw my life away for nothing’ Mustang replied, as the pair walked side by side across the dry earth. The tracks were on one side of them as they went; the forest on the other. ‘I would give my life to save anyone in need. Anyone……even if they hated me.’

‘I don’t hate you’ Ken blurted suddenly, speaking louder than he intended. ‘I don’t.’

The pair had stopped then, watching each other for several seconds, before turning away from each other, and moving on.

‘That’s good’ Mustang spoke in a mumble after a time, ‘I'm glad……I don’t want you to hate me.’ He fell silent again. ‘But even if you did…’ he added hastily, ‘I would do it again. I would…’

‘But what if you really died?’ Ken asked him desperately. ‘What would your parents have thought……they would have been heartbroken?’

Mustang thought carefully before responding.

‘I am not controlled by my parents’ he said to Ken as they strolled along the dirt road. ‘My life is my own, and I will do with it as I please.’ He glanced sideways at Ken then, gleaming. ‘Live your life as you should’ he told him, ‘not how other want. Live in the moment.’

Ken watched his feet as he walked, listening in silence to Mustang’s words.

That’s good advice he thought to himself. Surprisingly good advice……you are not the person I first thought you to be……you couldn’t be more different.

‘I'm glad I met you’ Ken said, ‘and not just because you saved my life.’

‘Oh?’ Mustang said, pausing and turning to him. ‘Is that true?’

‘Yes’ Ken said. ‘You're…’ he stopped. ‘You’ve given me a new perspective on life……thank you.’

Mustang smirked then, looking incredibly smug.

‘No problem’ he said to Ken. ‘I think you’d like to know…that I'm glad I met you too.’

‘Really?’ Ken said, raising an eyebrow sceptically. ‘Why? What have I offered you that’s positive?’

‘Amusement’ Mustang winked. ‘I find you amusing. You are like a puzzle to me, a puzzle I try hard to work out. There is something about you that’s different…’ he frowned then, as if trying to work out what it was. ‘I feel…’ Mustang continued slowly, ‘that….’ he fell silent again. ‘I feel like you are not living the life you should’ he finished, ‘like you are living a self that you is not natural to you, like a false life……a life forced upon you by others around you.’

‘What?’ Ken whispered, blinking in confusion at these words.

Mustang waved him away.

‘Forget it…it’s probably nothing.’

Ken was about to speak then, to question Mustang as to what he meant.

But then they were interrupted.

A figure came sauntering up to them, calling and waving and he went.

‘Yoo-hoo!’

Mustang turned then, his expression immediately brightening at the sight of the red haired guy, with his slender frame and pretty face.

‘Ruby!’ Mustang called.

Ruby approached, instantly throwing himself into Mustang’s arms and kissing him deeply.

Ken turned away then, suddenly very interested in the clouds in the sky.

Hey that one looks like a duck.

Mustang managed to fend Ruby off for a brief moment, patting his chest in amusement, with one arm still around him as Ruby clung to him.

‘What are you doing here?’ Mustang asked him.

‘I came here to find you’ Ruby winked. ‘I thought you might be here. There are only so many places you like to hang out. It’s either somewhere along the railway, or the graveyard.’

‘You like the hang out in the graveyard?’ Ken asked raising an eyebrow and daring to look back at him.

Mustang glanced at him. Ken expected to hear a sarcastic comment, or perhaps for him to deny it. But Mustang said nothing.

‘I don’t want to take you away from your friend’ Ruby said, ‘but do you have time for me?’

Mustang hesitated.

‘You go on’ Ken told him. ‘I’ll talk to you another time.’

‘Are you sure?’ Mustang asked.

‘Yeah’ Ken said backing away. ‘You…go and have fun or something…or whatever you do’ he finished awkwardly in a small voice.

Mustang smirked then. ‘It was nice to see you again’ he told him, before turning away, his arm still around Ruby. ‘I mean it.’

Ken felt strangely flattered at that.

‘Hey!’ he called after Mustang as he began to walk away.

Mustang paused, glancing back.

‘I’d like to see you again’ Ken began uncomfortably. ‘I mean…to hang out…if you like…you know…if you're not busy.’

‘Sure’ Mustang gleamed. ‘It would be my pleasure.’

‘Good’ Ken sighed, his nervousness easing off slightly as he took a step back. ‘Well…bye then.’

He turned and walked swiftly in the other direction.

‘Who was that?’ Ruby asked curiously, watching Ken march quickly away.

‘Just a friend’ Mustang said casually. ‘At least I think he is…I'm not sure really, I think he used to hate me…but now…’

Ruby turned to him.

‘Is he gay?’

‘I don’t think so’ Mustang shook his head.

‘Oh’ Ruby said. ‘That’s a shame.’ He narrowed his eyes, watching Ken closely. ‘He is ever so handsome.’




Chapter Six




Mustang’s eyes flashed then. ‘Are you admiring him?’

‘Why?’ Ruby asked playfully. ‘Are you getting jealous?’

‘And what if I am?’ Mustang asked.

‘You're one to talk about jealousy’ Ruby frowned. ‘I will only ever love you. You on the other hand…’

Mustang cut off his last words then with a kiss, pushing him back into the forest.

‘Mustang’ Ruby giggled. ‘Not here.’

‘Why not?’ Mustang whispered seductively in his ear. ‘I can’t resist you.’

‘Can’t you at least wait until we get indoors?’ Ruby asked as Mustang pushed him against a tree.

Mustang bit his earlobe hard, Ruby flinching in pain as he did so.

‘No’ Mustang answered shortly, before taking Ruby by the hand and pulling him deeper into the forest.

He pushed him against another tree, now out of sight of the tracks.

Ruby moaned and threw his head back as Mustang kissed his neck, enveloped in his tight embrace.

Mustang slowly began to open his shirt as he trailed kisses down his naked chest.

Ruby began to shudder, his breath in light gasps as Mustang knelt before him, unzipping him.

Ruby gritted his teeth then, hands going to the tree behind him, nails scratching at the bark. His cheeks became red and flustered as his breath began to quicken.

Before him, Mustang worked hard, going straight to the back of his throat until he almost gagged.

‘Mustang….’ Ruby groaned after a time. ‘I'm going to….’

Mustang’s grip tightened on his thigh as he continued, pinching him until it hurt.


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