“Zachrael!”

The boy completely ignored the voice booming down the corridor. His cinnamon brown hair flared out slightly as his slow, heavy pace increased to a somewhat comfortable jog. He had to get away from those horrible people; he had to get out of this stupid place. He had to hit something.

His soft brown eyes narrowed as he stared at the ground, still jogging forward. He could hear someone’s voice, but they were of no concern to him. A soft murmuring invaded his ears from a little way up the hall.

“Alright, alright...” uttered a thick English accent, ringing through his ears. Couldn’t they think to themselves? “Forth door to the left... Down the hall in the Hunter block...”

Zach sighed angrily, shaking his head. If they were lost, it was their own damned fault and he most certainly wasn’t helping them, that was for sure. He blinked as the voice got closer, and tilted his head up only in time to see a small teenager running pace-mace towards him, head down as well. He had no time to move or even swerve before collision.

“Shit!” the older boy snarled as he stumbled back, before hitting the ground. He quickly rolled to his haunches and stood up, glaring down at the other boy, who had been thrown back a considerably further distance. “Why don’t you watch where the fuck you’re going!?” he demanded, balling his fists. The little bastard had picked the wrong time to run into the wrong guy. But as Zach’s gaze hit the quivering heap, he began to wonder whether getting so worked up about it was worth it.

The boy was small – well, smaller than him, at least. He just sat there for a few moments, clutching dizzily at his head. He whimpered and shook his head, before opening his huge eyes and staring up at Zach. The older boy did not like the look he got right then. The younger was staring at him like a like a deer in headlights. He scrambled to his feet, backing up a bit.

“Gh... Hello there, Z-Z-Zach.” he mumbled, doubling over to pick up a little package he’d been carrying. It didn’t surprise the older boy that this guy knew his name. Many did. He walked forward, trying to control his actions by clenching his fist as hard as he could. He was still fucked off at this guy.

“What’s your name?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. With every step he took, the boy took a step back. He stared into the huge eyes, which were filmed with trademarked soccer-ball contacts. He growled when the boy didn’t reply. “What are you, fucking deaf? I asked you your fucking name, asshole.”

The boy gulped, shuffling back even more. He clutched the little parcel to his chest as if it would shield him. As if. “I-I-I’m Nathanial Tuwhe.” he stammered, looking away. Zach tilted his head, folding his arms.

“You’re that kid that’s writing the school play, ain’t you?” he asked. Nathan didn’t reply. Instead, he just stood there, shaking like a leaf. What was his problem? “Look, are you fucking retarded? Answer my fucking question!”

“Y-yes.” the British boy whimpered. He nodded, before beginning to edge forward, seemingly trying to make his way around Zach. He yelped in fright and jumped as Zach’s hand came down hard on his shoulder, holding him in place.

“Where d’ya think you’re going?” Zach asked, blinking. Nat looked up, tears clouding in his eyes. The old soccer shirt he was wearing began to cling to his scarecrow frame; his skin had become clammy in his nervousness. He didn’t turn his head, just stared out of the corner of his eyes.

“I-I was gonna g-go give this t-t-to the supervisor i-i-in the forth door on the l-left... Hunter block...”

“Oh. Alright.” Zach uttered, shrugging one shoulder. He tightened his grip on the Brit’s shoulder, cocking his head to the side. “I was wondering what someone like you was doing in H block. Well, it’s just down there.” he explained, strangely calmly, waving his free hand down to the room he had just stormed from. “But you come straight back here, alright?” he asked softly. That creeped little Nat out. But none the less, he nodded. What was he supposed to do?

“Alright.” he muttered softly, nodding, before walking slowly towards his destination. He sighed and walked into the room, looking around. The room was in complete disarray. Little did he know, this was all at the fault of Zach. He blinked as everyone watched him enter. This unnerved him. The Brit quickly placed the little package on the desk in the closest corner of the room, before dashing out. He began jogging down the hall, back to the older boy.

“Hey, so you actually came back.” Zach teased, now leaning against the wall. Nathan nodded, sighing.

“Not like I had a choice.” he murmured to himself, looking away. Zach grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it slightly, making Nat wince and whimper in pain.

“You coming home with me?” he asked, tightening his grip. Nat yelped, tilting his head towards Zach’s hand.

“I guess so.” he whimpered. “Got nothing else to do for the next few hours, that’s for sure.” Zach’s lips curled into a smirk. Evil and angry, more than anything, but a smirk all the same.

“Good.”

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Nathan looked around the dirty little hovel he had been lead into, blinking hard. His eyes hurt from both keeping the tears back, and the tears that had actually managed to flow free and over his contacts. He blinked. “Your... parents aren’t home..?” he asked softly, almost so Zach didn’t hear. He didn’t want to offend or anything. Zach shrugged, glaring out at the house as he pushed the little blonde into his room. Nathanial yelped as he tripped and hit the floor, before staggering to his feet.

“Obviously not. Thank fucking god.” he muttered, following Nathan into his room. Nat looked around, afraid to so much as breathe too loudly. He caught Zach’s eye, and flinched. And Zach’s next comment didn’t help. He was straight up front and blunt with the Brit.

“Wanna fuck?”

“What!?” was Nathanial’s first reaction. He then slapped his hands over his mouth, backing up. Zach walked over and reached around Nathan’s neck gently, clenching the soft, platinum blonde hair at the back of Nathan’s neck in his hand.

“Do I really have to repeat myself?” Zach asked, narrowing his eyes. “You’re hot, I’m horny, you get the picture.”

Nathanial gulped, looking away. Did he really have any choices aside? He sighed heavily, tears welling up in his eyes. He should have just bolted home. Contact-concealed eyes met soft brown pools. “C-can I take my co-contacts out first?” he asked softly, wrapping his arms protectively over his chest. Zach nodded, letting Nat’s hair go.

“A’ight.” he nodded, shrugging. Nathan gently reached up and slid both contacts from his eyes, before digging into his pocket and pulling out a little container. He deposited the patterned contacts into the container, before shoving it back into his pocket. Zach blinked, seeing the murky grey-blue of Nathan’s eyes for the first time. Terror and confusion ran through the murky orbs. Too late to back out now, though. Nat whimpered. “On the bed.” Zach ordered, and Nat complied quickly, crawling over the thin sheets and sitting back on his haunches, his back toward the boy. Zach knelt behind Nathan, pushing him over rather roughly. Nathan whimpered again, closing his eyes tightly. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

“W-will this hurt?” the Brit asked timidly, giving a meek shudder as he felt on of Zach’s hands on his back, under the loose material of his shirt.

“I dunno.” the older boy replied nonchalantly. Nathan gasped sharply as he felt Zach’s cold fingers slide into the rim of his pants. He reached up himself and unbuttoned them, helping Zach slide them down to his knees. “Depends on whether you’re nervous or not, I guess.”

Nathan nodded, his face turning red as he felt his boxes slide away as well. He just knelt there and waited, his heart pounding faster. “W-what’re you go-”

He cut his words short and gasped as he felt something press up against his entrance. Hard. He whimpered and tilted his head down, tears brimming in his eyes. What the hell had he gotten himself into? The young Brit yelped and clenched his fists as he was entered, the tears spilling over and rolling quickly down his cheeks. He could only hope that it was over quickly. But for now, he had to bare the pain of it.

After about five minutes, he heard Zach moan slightly. Nathanial hiccoughed slightly through his tears, his eyes screwed shut. He tried to keep his whimpering to a minimal – when he did whimper, Zach just thrust in harder. He hated the feeling of Zach’s hands on his hips, and Zach’s hips slamming against his skin – And heck, he utterly hated the pure feeling of the older boy being inside him the most. He winced again, shaking his head, before hearing Zach moan again. He yelped and bit his lip harder than before as he felt Zach release inside him, and slowly withdraw from him.

The younger boy looked back over his shoulder, seeing Zach already doing up his jeans. He slowly pulled his own boxers up, sitting back on his haunches before tugging his shorts up gently and resting them on his hips. He sat there, thighs pressed against his chest and arms around his knees as he watched Zach lie down.

“Fuckin’ tight, you are.” he smirked, yawning. Nat blushed slightly, slowly wiping the tears away with the back of hand. “Seriously.” Zach reinforced his point. “Shove a piece of coal up your ass, and in a week you’d have a diamond.”

Nathan just watched the older boy fall asleep as he lay there. It took a while for the little boy to grip reality again and realize what had just happened. Tears welled in his eyes again. He had just lost his virginity to someone he didn’t know personally, all because he had been running an errand and not looking where he was going. He whimpered softly, before lying down next to Zach and curling up, not actually touching the boy. He was somewhere he’d never been and didn’t know the way home.

He seriously needed consulting. He sighed and shook his head, closing his eyes and drifting into a blank, dreamless sleep.