Title: All's well that never ends.

Chapter: One.

Author: Demonic Muses

Authors Note: Wehheellll... tis mah new creation. love it. cherish it. and it wont bite yeh. XD! Anyways..

This story eventually will have most if not all of the following..: Slash of the m/m variety. Rape, Self mutilation, some random forms of incest, muchos violence.. and many other things to be added to the list as it is written.. this story is not for those with weak stomachs.. so if you have one of those please exit the ride at this time.

And now... On with the story...

D.M.

“Weeell.. lemme introduce mahself to you.. “ Dom managed to splutter out in his drunken state.. His twin brother Puck and their friends Liam and Matthew all cracking up on the sidelines.. as Dom tried in vain to pick up yet another girl..

Puck had decided dom would be better off gay.

Intro:
Puck and Dom were irish by birth.. and for the first part of their life... well untill they seemed to be of ten years in age.. they lived in Ireland. Then.. and this shall be explained in more detail later...their family was slaughtered. The brothers are the only surviving members of the O'Conner family, and were unfortunate in having to watch each member of their family die...one...by...one.

Now you can imagine that this caused them to be... a little off in the head.. if you catch my drift.

As for dealing with the immense loss, Puck turned to cigarettes and alcohol, and Dom turned to crack and marijuana.

They were adopted by a seemingly normal american family, who from the view of the outside world, loved and cared for them very much. Of course few knew the real story.

shall we continue? Ok keep reading then.

“C'mon Dom.. we gotta get home before Diane ( their new mum) and Mark ( their new dad..) find out we're gone. Unless you really want to be grounded and shit like that all over again.” Puck looked at Dom condescendingly.

“ Shite.. yeah les go... i don wanna end up likee you diid last week..” Dom answered in his drunken state.

Puck winced at the memory of his punishment. Dom was lucky, he was always too high to remember what Mark did to them, and mainly to puck, because although they were twins.. they weren't identical. Puck was goddamn gorgeous.

They jumped into Puck's baby, his jet black mustang convertible.. anyone who put a scratch on it could expect a beating before the night was through. Everyone was very careful. Even mark ..

Making Puck angry... is like.. ...pissing off a mother cow. getting between her and her calf..

Good luck surviving that one.

They pulled up in the drive way about one minute before their curfew.. Liam and Matthew had to stay the night because Puck didn't have time to take them home before curfew. Running in the door both Dom and Puck yelled in unison “ We're HOoOOoooOOome!!” and ran up to their room with Matthew and Liam following in toe.

Puck flopped on his bed breathing a sigh of relief.. no pain tonight. no trouble either.. which means... maybe sleep.

In the middle of the night, Puck was violently dragged from his bed by a strong hand. Mark had had a few too many drinks that night and thought he would have a little “fun” with Puck.

He dragged the protesting boy out of the brothers' room and down the hall to parents bedroom. Diane was out of town on a buisness, so the boys were alone at home with Mark. Well.. not alone, but almost since Liam and Matthew were so dead to the world they didn't hear Puck's screams in terror and he was dragged to be beaten senseless and raped for the 15th time..and after Mark was finished... and fell asleep, Puck squirmed out from under his grasp and crawled down the hallway, unable to stand, and barely able to see.

He reached his bed and crawled making little or no sound and careful not to wake anyone. He would have to wait untill morning to heal, he couldn't heal himself in this state.

In the morning Puck awoke to a massive head ache, his limbs aching as well. And his ass was as sore as hell. he also was greeted my doms panicked face and pestering questions from all three of the other boys.

Dom ushered Liam and Matthew out of the room and he shut the door.

“ Feck...” Puck uttered as he shifted positions...

“ Oh shaddup and lemme fix yeh.” Dom snapped as he placed his hands over Pucks wounds mumbling silent incantations as he worked.

The bruises on Pucks skin slowly dissipated as Dom worked his magic (no pun intended...)

August 24... New neighbors...

Puck looked across the street shifting his position to better view the new neighbor girl..

damn shes fiiine...

he thought as he watched her carrying in things to their new house and telling her absentminded father where to place them. The house was definitely a fixer-upper...

Puck admired her catlike grace, suspiciously like his own.

He took another drag of his cigarette.. exhaled and put down a 3 to Ace suited on the pile of cards basing their game of thirteen.

“ I win. Again” Puck said cooly while still watching the new girl.

He pointed at her using his cig as a sort of ...laser pointer.. minus the laser.

“ ‘Ow old do yeh tink she is?” he queried.

“ I dunno. But i do know that you are about 5 seconds away from being knocked off the porch by your brother.” Matthew stated as dom tackled puck, both of them rolling onto the lawn and beating the other to a bloody pulp. for no apparent reason.

And there most likely wasn't one.

“ Bloody HELL!” Puck screamed as he fought off his brother,“ I was feckin winning that game.. !!”

As puck and his brother fought and argued... Matthew and Liam proceeded to look at Pucks hand and shift the runs and bombs in their hands to match.. if not beat.

The new girls father wandered over and asked puck if he had a phone book, and nodded and said it was in the kitchen, while holding his brother in a head lock.

Well, how was that? If you like it. and you tell me so... I might continue it. And unlike 6th ave theater... this one would be continued if you wants it. I'd Like to thank whohasthezebra for some of the ideas in our RP's.

So. Hit that little ickle button down there and tell me what yeh tink! bwahah. XD

D.M.