A/n: This story was basically just written cause I was bored and pissed off….

Warning: BoyxBoy, and harsh (cursing) language

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"GOD DAMMIT JANE!" Skye winced as he heard an object get thrown against the wall, smashing into millions of pieces.

He tried to ignore it, but this was his life and it's pretty hard to ignore something that happens on a regular basis. His finger nails were digging into the palms of his hands, as he clenched his fist tightly.

"FUCKING WHORE! YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING RIGHT!" His father screamed from the kitchen. He was pretty sure, no, he was positive the neighbors could hear him. But they didn't care, they were so use to it, they stopped calling the cops a long time ago. Seeing as how it was useless, what with mom and dad saying nothing was wrong and the officer would just leave it at that.

He was scared his dad would bring him into it again, like he had last night. Though the other night had been relatively mild, he was sporting a nasty big bruise along his left shoulder.

He heard his mother's faint reply, she never stood up for herself...and she never stood up for him. If Skye did one little thing wrong, his father would have a total fit. He was a drunk, an alcoholic and loved to abuse his wife and only son.

He didn't use to be like this, it started getting really bad when he got laid off from his job. That's when beer and other heavy alcoholic beverages became his get away. That was the whole start of Skye's living hell.

His life has been like this since 7th grade, Skye was now a junior. So you would think he would be use to the yelling, loud noises and curses that left his dad's mouth, right? Wrong, Skye is a quite shy boy and he get jumpy at even the smallest of sounds, probably because of all the shit that happens at his house.

He shook a little as his dad called him into the Kitchen. He didn't even use his name anymore; he just called him "fag" or "boy". He made the mistake of telling his parents his sexual preference when he was in 9th grade. He's never regretted anything more.

"LITTLE FUCKER GET IN HERE!" Skye stood up from his spot on the couch and made his way reluctantly into the kitchen.

He walked in, head down, not wanting to look into his fathers angry burning green eyes. He hated it, because he had the same eyes as him. Skye hated looking into a mirror; they always reminded him of his father.

"Bill...please..." His mother whimpered from her place by the stove, her clothes wrinkled and a small cut on her forehead.

"SHUT UP JANE!" He shouted, Skye jumping slightly, his dad saw and smirked.

"So what's this about you getting detention?" He said, his words slurred as he took another swig of the beer he had in his hand.

"I-I dad...it wasn't my fault." Skye hated sounding so weak, but he couldn't help it. He was tired of all this, he just wanted it to stop.

"Wasn't your fault?! THEN WHO's FUCKING FAULT WAS IT!?" He slammed his hand down on the table, it swayed a bit, and Skye was afraid it would break. Ohh that would only piss his dad off more.

"I, well these boys were-" He tired to get it out, but his dad interrupted.

"BOYS!? YOU WERE FOOLING AROUND WITH THEM WEREN'T YOU!?" He accused Skye, pointing a shaking finger at him.

"N-no, sir!" He said timidly.

"MY SON THE FAG, YOU DISGUST ME!" He said glaring harshly at his son.

"Bill please...he d-didn't-" She said, but she stopped when he stepped closer to her, grabbing her wrist tightly.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet." He said in a deadly whisper, his hold on her wrist tightened even more. She tried to get away, twisting in pain. But he pulled her back and slammed her up against the counter. She cried out in pain, her free hand going to rub her back, tears running down her face.

"DAD! STOP IT!" Skye's eyes widened as he realized he just shouted out at his father, wrong move.

"WHAT!?" His face getting red, he threw the glass and it scattered at Skye's feet.

His father walked fast over to him, Skye tried to get away but he was too late. His father already had a hold of his arm, his fingers digging into his bicep.

Skye was very skinny; so of course it hurt worse than it would have most people. He whimpered and tried to get out of his dad's grip.

"You listen to me! YOU WILL NEVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN UNDERSTOOD!? I AM YOUR FATHER!" He yelled, spit landing on Skye's face, but Skye still didn't move. He was scared stiff, shaking slightly and looking at his dad with wide eyes.

A smacking sound was heard, echoing off the walls. Skye's face flew to the side; the side of his face that was slapped was now turning a bright red color. He was sure it would bruise, great now he had to make up ANOTHER excuse to tell people.

"YOU ANSWER ME!" Bill, his heartless father, screamed in his face. That’s when Skye got up enough nerve to quickly turn around and run out the front door. He could hear his dad's ranting getting fainter as he ran fast towards his destination.

He knew only one place he could go to at, he looked at his watch, 1 o'clock in the morning. He didn't realize, until he felt the neck of his shirt get all wet, that he was crying.

He ran for a few more blocks, huffing and puffing as he came up to the big blue 2-story house. He knew that Reo's parents weren't home, they almost never were. He would rather of had that, then his parents always around and constantly fighting.

He sniffled and walked up the front porch steps. He reached a shaky hand out to knock a couple times on the door.

He waited a bit, and when he didn't see no lights go on or hear the door unlock he sighed and made to turn around.

But right then, he saw the porch light on and smiled a bit.

"Hey, you coming in or what?" He heard Reo, his best friend, Boyfriend and lover asked.

He nodded and went in silently, he loved this house, it felt like home. He spent a lot of his time here, rather than being at his parents.

He saw Reo standing there rubbing his eye's tiredly, only in boxers.

Skye instantly felt bad.

"I'm sorry Reo, I-I didn't mean to wake you...I just had to get out of there." He whispered the last part.

Reo walked up, gasping at bit as he saw the side of his face.

"Did that bastard do that to you!?" He asked with anger in his voice, Skye nodded looking down.

He sighed and took Skye's hand.

"Why do you let him do that to you? You know you could report him." He said, leading Skye upstairs to the bathroom.

"I don't know." Skye said in a small voice, that Reo barely heard.

Skye sat on the toilet while Reo washed up his face and rubbed some cream on it. He kissed his bruised cheek lightly.

"Here is some Advil, to help with the pain." He said, handing him two small pills and a small glass of water. Skye muttered his thanks and took it.

Once he was done, they wandered back into Reo's room. Skye shed his clothes until he was only in his boxers, Reo's eyes ran down his form, looking at the multiple bruises his tiny frame had.

He wrapped his arms around him from behind.

"I'm going to kill that bastard, you don't deserve this." He kisses Skye's un-bruised shoulder, giving butterfly kisses across his shoulders and up to the side of his neck.

Skye moaned and laid his head back on Reo's shoulder, moving closer to him so his back was to Reo's toned chest.

Reo was on the tall side, muscular and tan. He worked out a lot and wrestled so he was a very good looking guy. His Reddish-brown hair brushed against Skye's cheek.

Skye was the opposite of Reo in every aspect. Where as, Reo was tall, he was short. He was Tan, he was pale and Skye was a very lean skinny person, not having much muscle. That's why he was got so scared when his dad hit him; he was so bigger than him. His weight and height was against him all the time.

Skye was zoned out, thinking about his dad. Reo ran a hand down his chest, bring him back.

"Hey babe, lets just go to bed, k?" Reo said in a husky voice, climbing into bed, waiting for Skye.

Skye crawled up next to him, pretty soon Reo was on top of him. Skye blinked confused, wondering how fast they got into this position.

"Mmmm...lets have some fun." Reo said, kissing Skye's chest, going down his chest following the trail of hair to the top of his boxers.

Skye inhaled sharply as Reo's cheek brushed against his growing erection. He lifted his hips as he pulled them down his slender hips, spreading his legs a bit to give Reo more room.

Reo smirked and licked the top of Skye's length, drawling a throaty moan from Skye.

Reo chuckled and took a bit more into his mouth, Skye's hips thrusting up. Reo used one of his arms to pin down his hips down.

Reo teased him, licking the shaft lazily making Skye beg for me. Then all of a sudden he had the whole thing in his mouth, he had to try hard to stop his gag reflex.

He sucked hard; Skye gave a scream which half way turned into a moan. Skye's hand had a grip in Reo's hair, urging him to take more.

Reo continued and sucked even hard, licking the shaft up and down, as he felt Skye tense up waiting for release. Reo took his unused hand and used it to cup Skye's balls, messaging them.

Skye came with a cry, his leg brushing up against Reo's own erection and just hearing Skye's moans and groan’s made him cum as well, with a small shudder.

Reo swallowed all that Skye had to give. He took the now limp cock out of his mouth and moved up to kiss Skye passionately on the lips. Skye could taste himself on those full lips, and licked his bottom lip.

Reo got up to change boxers, while Skye fixed his, pulling them back up around his hips. They slide into bed together under the thin sheets.

Skye's head rested on Reo's chest, he sighed happily. He kissed his chest and looked up at the older and much taller boy.

He kissed him on the lips quickly.

"Thank you." He murmured, his eye lids drooping.

Reo laughed. "No problem." He responded.

"I love you." Skye mumbled and moved his head back to Reo's chest, eyes closing with exhaustion.

Reo ran his hand threw Skye’s golden locks, looking down lovingly down at the boy.

"I love you too, so much." He said, cuddling closer to Skye, falling asleep with a smile on his face.