I wrote this a while ago and just found it again this morning. It's okay. I can see where I got my idea's from though. Anyway, it's cool. Read and Enjoy. And Review Please!!

Leave His Arms by Aloh Dark

The window is open and letting in the soft sounds of the rain falling. I should be feeling the chill that lingers in the room, but I don't. I can hear my parents snoring in their room and my sisters music still playing in hers. I can hear the TV in the living room faintly through the walls, so I know that my other sister is still up too. I should be paranoid that at any moment they could find me here. But I'm not afraid at all. How could I be afraid when I'm in his arms?

His warm, minty breath is teasing and warming my neck with the slow rhythmic breathing of sleep. I'm surrounded and willingly trapped in his strong, gentle arms. His bare flesh smooth as silk and soft but with steel laying lax and hidden underneath. His naked chest is pressed against mine. It's still smooth and soft with barely any hair on it at all. Of course, being a swimmer, he shaves it along with his back. Or he lets me shave him. Our legs are tangled together in a twisted, forbidden embrace. The only things separating us from complete skin to skin contact is the lone sock on his right foot and our boxers.

I know that I should be afraid to be caught in such a position with him in my bed, but I'm not afraid at all. Nothing that feels this right could be wrong. I was once told by the nun that helped to raise the orphan children that if you feel something is right with your whole heart, then it is right. And that's how I feel about this. This, us, is right. I can feel it in my very soul. Unfortunately others won't feel the same, which is why I should fear.

I slowly, regretfully, detangle our limbs and move to wake you. I stop before I even begin. You look so peaceful and beautiful that I don't dare to disturb your slumber. With a sigh I move out of bed and the room.

The lush, new carpets muffle the sounds of my footfalls as I walk down the hall to the living room. Sure enough my sister, Sam, is sitting on the couch watching some old Korean kung-fu movie with terrible dubbing. She doesn't move as I walk past the couch. Knowing her, she probably knew what I was going to do before I did. She has an uncanny six-sense at night for what people are going to do. I ignore her as I walk to the kitchen and make a snack of ham and salami. I take the sandwich with me as I walk back through the living room.

"You know someone will find out and you'll be gone." A soft, near silent whisper.

I turn back to my sister. "Because I made a sandwich?"

She turns her head and looks at me. Her gaze is penetrating as only a child-of-the-night's could be. "You know what I'm talking about." She says softly.

"I do."

"You'll be the one sent away." She says matter-of-fact-ly.

"How do you know?"

"They'd turn out the fosterling before they'd throw out their own child." She said as she turned back to her movie. "After all, we're nothing but orphan trash anyway."

In the home, if you could call it that, that she'd lived in before being sent to the orphanage, Sam had been abused. She was physically abused by the men that lived there, and by a few of the women too, while she was growing up. It's my belief that not only did they rape her body, but they raped her mind. Because of the way she grew up, Sam has twisted views of life and values. Usually she didn't let any of them show but she did give a few glimpses of her real self on occasion. Usually in the dead of night.

As I walk back to my room, my food forgotten. I open the door and close it silently. It doesn't take long for me to realize that he's no longer asleep.

"Hey." I say softly with a smile.

He gives me a sleepy smile back. "Come back to bed."

"Sure." I say as I walk across the room and sit down. I take a bite of my sandwich and chew it as he begins to nibble on my earlobe. I swallow before I start to moan and set the food on the nightstand so I don't drop it. His mouth moves to my neck and his hands drop down to caress me through my thin cotton shorts. "We can't." I whisper as he sucks at my collar bone.

"Why not?"

"Someone might hear."

"Let them hear." His hand squeezes and I toss my head back on his shoulder. He's moved so now he's sitting with me between his legs. I can feel his hardening length against my back. I moan again and arch to press into him. "Hmmm" He moans into my jaw.

"No.. Stop.. Please James. I don't want them to hear."

"Just let me make you come. I want you to come."
"James..." I whisper pleadingly. I don't know if I'm pleading for him to stop or to keep going.

"Here." He whispers into my ear as he places folded cloth in my mouth. "This will muffle all sounds."

"And you?"

"You will muffle me." James says as he starts to stroke my length.

~~*~~ ~~*~~

"Told you they wouldn't hear." James whispers, his voice husky and sedated.

I say nothing. I'm tired now, and sedated. All I want is to sleep in James' arms. He's kissing my back and neck with lazy, loving attention. Both the front and back of my boxers have been ruined with our seed. I realize now that the fabric he'd put in my mouth had been his own boxers and he now sits behind me naked.

"Come to bed." He whispers invitingly. I nod slightly and let him pull me down and into an embrace. He chuckles slightly when he realizes that my boxers are ruined and removes them for me. "That's better." He whispers.

I lay naked in his arms, safe, comforted and secure. I feel like nothing will ever be able to harm me here. Everything is so peaceful and safe it's easy to forget everything that's happened in my life. It's easy to lose myself to the lullaby of his breath and the safety and protection of his arms. It was almost to good to be true.

I fall asleep with a smile on my face as he kisses my hair and tells me he loves me.

~~*~~ ~~*~~

I'm awakened to the a shrill, piercing sound. For a moment I think it's my alarm but I remember that it was summer. My alarm wasn't turned on. Then I realize it wasn't an alarm, but someone screaming. I bolt upright when I realize this and I can feel James do the same.

Mother is standing in the doorway screaming as if her life depended on it. It didn't take me a moment to realize what she was screaming about. You'd be screaming too if you'd walked in on your sons in bed, naked, together.

I can feel the world collapse on me. Father comes running in to see what was making his wife scream and was stunned into silence. Sam and Jasmine stand behind them. Jasmine looks horrified but Sam only looks regretful.

"Mom." James said cautiously as he pulled the blankets up to cover us.

The spell over Jasmine broke and she ran, crying, to her room. The door slammed and her music came on, blaring a few moments later. Sam's face turned stony and expressionless. Father still stood looking dumb founded and Mother was shaking her head violently in rejection to what she knew was truth.

"Why?" Father whispered. He didn't sound angry, only confused.

"I love him." James said, staring straight into his fathers eyes.

"But.. He's your brother."

"Adopted brother. There is no blood between us. I love him." He stated again.

Father looked to me. His eyes were pleading for some explanation. I couldn't give him one. I barely knew what was happening myself. But I knew one thing without a doubt. "I love him, too."

"But you're both guys!" Mother screamed.

"We know that." James said calmly. How he could be so calm, I'll never know. I felt like I was breaking into a thousand pieces and would never find my way back to being whole.

"Come on, Anne, Scott, let's at least let them get dressed before you demand answers from them." Sam, bless her! She forcefully pulled our parents from the room and closed the door behind them. She'd be taking them to the kitchen to have something to eat or drink.

I looked at James in a silent appeal for some comfort. I don't know what's going to happen and I'm scared I'll lose him.

"Don't give me that look, love. Everything will be okay. I'll make sure of it." He whispered, kissing my forehead softly. "Now that I have you I'll never let you go." He pulled me into his arms and held me as the tears began to flow.

"You better not leave me." I whisper, trying to sound threatening but only sounding pleading.

"I won't, love. Not now. Not ever. I won't ever leave you."

Held within his arms, crying in fear. The rain falling down outside our open windows. Music coming through the walls. The TV on in the living room. A chill in the air. Everything disappeared when I was held in those arms. There was only him, and me, and what we have. I'll believe him in whatever he says as long as I never have to leave his arms.

~~*Fin*~~