The final part... finally! I hope you enjoy it to some extent, lol :)

Epilogue.

"Is it alright if you sleep in the same room as me? Separate bed of course, unless..."

"No." Ollie confirmed firmly as he dumped his luggage. "A separate bed is fine, thanks."

Connor grinned at him and winked while Ollie rolled his eyes at him. "Just checkin'."

The blonde sighed as he lay on the bed near the window and glanced around Connor's room, painted black but the walls were bare apart a list pinned onto the back of the door. "Are you sure your parents won't mind about me staying? I mean, they've never met me before or anything..." Ollie asked, his eyes flitting away from the walls to Connor's face.

"They won't mind." He stated confidently before walking over to the wardrobe and flinging it open, causing tonnes of his clothes to flow out of it and onto the floor. "They're never here anyway because they're on business trips. Next time they'll be back will be..." he took a glimpse at the calendar on the inside of his wardrobe, "... in two weeks."

"Two weeks?" Ollie inquired, his aqua eyes ogled him in astonishment. "Where do you get your food from and stuff?"

Connor sighed as he yanked the t-shirt off the hanger and slammed the door shut after kicking the loose pieces of clothing back into it. "I use my dad's credit card and have my own job, so it's ok."

Ollie raised an eyebrow. "Why do you have a job? Your parents seem pretty rich..."

"Yeah, but I don't want to scrounge off them; I want to get money I spend through my own means." He pulled his school shirt over the top of his head before sliding his arms through the sleeves of the new shirt and doing up the buttons. Ollie averted his eyes.

"How very noble of you."

Connor narrowed his eyes at him "Shut it, shortie."

Ollie copied Connor's expression. "Don't call me shortie!"

The dark-haired teenager smirked and sauntered over to where the blonde sat and scuffed his hair. Ollie let out a low growl of annoyance before glancing back up at Connor. "But aren't you ever... I don't know... sad when you're parents aren't here?"

Connor looked up to the ceiling thoughtfully as he stroked his chin. "I haven't really thought about it like that, but I guess I do get kind of lonely. They're not bad parents at all, and are pretty nice to me most of the time." He sat beside the blonde, causing the bed to creak slightly. "Besides, if they didn't work, I wouldn't have such an amazing house to live in. But, like I said, without anyone living with you, it makes it rather pointless..." His eyes danced as he looked at Ollie with a teasing expression. "Which is why I am happy that you are staying here!"

Ollie smiled, rolling his eyes at him in response before jumping up and saying "Let's cook something!"

The dark-haired teenager looked at him in bemusement. "Uh, why?"

The blonde shook his head at him while striding to the door "It's 6 o'clock already! We'd better start preparing it already."

"Preparing?" Connor echoed, but Ollie was already out the door and jumping down the stairs to the kitchen. He followed him, but with constant furrowed eyebrows, to the large tiled kitchen where Ollie was searching the fridge.

"Do you have any carrots or potatoes?" Ollie queried as he tried to reach the top draw of the fridge.

"Carrots or potatoes?"

The blonde gave him a mocking look. "You know... the things that are orange and yellow?"

Connor glared at him "I meant, why do you need them? I normally just have Pot Noodle, order a pizza or something... what?" He asked when he saw Ollie shaking his head at him again.

"No wonder you're getting more chubby..."

"Hey!" Connor exclaimed. "I'm not chubby..." He took a glimpse of the kitchen table top, which was now full of food scattered across it including goats cheese, eggs, potatoes and some weird green things that Connor couldn't identify. "What are you doing, exactly?"

"Cooking dinner," Ollie replied simply while he bent over to search the cupboard beneath the oven. "Where do you keep the pans... ah here it is!" He held up a pan and placed it on the stove before turning to Connor. "Omelette ok for you?" He didn't wait for an answer and soaked the green things under the tap before placing them in the pan of water.

"Uh... can I do anything?" Connor asked awkwardly, eyeing the potato that Ollie was now peeling.

The blonde seemed startled for a second that Connor had asked, but shook himself inside and moved his head in the direction of the eggs. "You can crack those, put them in a bowl and whisk them."

The dark haired teen nodded and grabbed the egg box, opening it. "How many?"

"Three should do."

One by one, Connor cracked the eggs into the bowl, though many a time left pieces of the shell in it, causing him to swear and fish them out with a fork. Once he had finished, he once again glanced up at Ollie to see him putting the peeled potatoes into the pan of boiling water. "What now?"

"Whisk them a bit with the fork." The blonde replied as he began chopping the goats cheese up.

Connor did so and then asked "now what?"

Ollie looked up at him after turning down the boiling pan to Gas Mark 1 and placing the lid on. "Could you drain the vegetables?"

After they had both finished cooking, they both sat down at the table with places of omelette, with Connor drowning it in ketchup.

"You'll ruin the taste, y'know."

"Shu'p." Connor retorted with his mouth full. He swallowed it and grinned. "Damn, that tastes good. You cook a lot or something?"

Ollie nodded "yeah; I cook every day usually for my step brothers and Gerald."

"Every day?"

"Yup. I'm what you'd call a modern day servant."

" Slave' would be a more appropriate word, since you don't get paid." Connor growled, shovelling another piece of omelette into his mouth. "God, what bastards do that to a kid? If I had known what they were really like, I would have pulled you out of there ages ago and it might have even prevented-" He stopped himself quickly.

Ollie glanced up from his plate to see Connor's head in his hands and frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Connor replied automatically before taking his hands away from his face and pushing his plate away. "I'm not hungry anymore... want to watch a movie?"

The blonde knit his eyebrows at Connor's sudden lost appetite, but reached over to grab his plate and his own to take to the sink, but a hand on his wrist prevented him from doing so.

"You don't have to do that, y'know." The dark-haired teen commented, taking the plates from his hands and shoving them in the sink himself. "This is my house, and I should be the one cleaning up."

"Yeah but..."

"No buts!" Connor shouted, causing Ollie to chuckle lightly before being led to the sofa in the Lounge. It was a large room, mainly occupied by the massive wide screen TV and rustic fireplace. On the mantle piece above the fireplace lay a few photo frames scattered across it, mainly containing pictures of a young boy with a mop of black hair and two adults smiling to the cameraman.

"Oh god," Connor muttered, "I wish I had known about you coming so I could take down these awful photos."

A smile graced Ollie's face as he continued to look at the pictures silently, his fingertips sliding down the silver frames. His azure eyes scanned across the figures in the pictures, occasionally stopping on the little boy's grinning face, very differently from the moody teenager he was usually. Then, his eyes became fixated on the mother in all the pictures, proudly smiling down at her young boy, causing his own to drop slightly at the edges, his blue orbs filling with so much emotion that he had to abruptly turn from the photos to keep it from being shown.

Connor noticed the sharp change in Ollie's mood. Confused, he put an awkward hand on the blonde's shoulder, unable to see his eyes as the white blonde strands hung just over them, masking the depths of those aqua pools. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." He answered stiffly. "Let's just watch a film."

Connor nodded, bemused by Ollie's behaviour, and followed him to the sofa. "So... what'd you like to watch?" He asked awkwardly. "We've got everything from Hannibal to Princess Diaries..." The dark-haired teen scowled at the thought of the last film, waving his hands in front of him, "my mum's choice, not mine!" When he glanced over to Ollie, expecting his lips to be curling at the sides, but they weren't. Connor's lips pursed slightly in worry as he inched closer to Ollie, whose eyes were staring down at his lap.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

Connor growled slightly in annoyance as he accused "well, something's wrong! What is it?"

Ollie continued to fixate his gaze upon his knees. "It's got nothing to do with you."

The dark haired teen couldn't help but feel, as stupid as it was, hurt by the blonde's comment, but continued to question him anyway. "Even so, I want to know what's bothering you."

"I-It's just..." Ollie tried, his eyebrows furrowing as he did so and took a deep breath to calm himself. "It's just... when I look at those photos, it reminds me of my own mum..." Connor nodded to Ollie to continue, his eyes holding deep concern for the other teenager. "Did I tell you how my mum died?" The dark haired teen shook his head, his eyes wide with shock at the blonde's sudden bluntness, so Ollie carried on. "When I was a kid, she found out she had cancer..." He glanced up to the ceiling, his eyes glassing over with memories. "She knew she was going to die, so set off finding a man that she felt she could take care of me, although I had no idea of what was going on. Hence, she found Gerald and his two sons, which she thought would be an ideal person to take care of me. Of course, when she told him that she was going to die soon and saw the money that he would get out of it, he agreed with ease and haste and married her." Ollie spat out the last sentence vehemently.

Connor stared at him before sliding a palm across the blonde's back. Ollie looked up in alarm but before he was able to react, he was pulled to the dark haired teen's chest, arms wrapped around his smaller frame. Connor pressed his mouth against the blonde's ear and whispered shakily "It's ok to let your guard down, for once. You don't have to act all tough the whole time... especially around me. You can cry if you're upset."

Ollie said nothing, but allowed the other teenager to hold him in his embrace. They stayed like that for ten minutes or so, saying nothing and listening to each other's deep breaths, Connor's, for some reason, being more uneven than the blonde's.

"Ollie?" Connor's voice caressed the blonde's ear so gently that he almost hadn't heard it.

"Yeah?"

"What...what did... Tom do to you?"

Connor was stunned as he was shoved back onto the sofa, Ollie's eyes broad with fear but his eyebrows knit in attempt to cover it with anger. "You knew all this time!" He accused, his finger pointing at him. "Thought I'd be an easy fuck, did you? The broken toy that wouldn't give a damn?" The blonde abruptly got up and began to stride to the door, but was stopped a few paces from it by a pair of muscular arms that pulled his back against a hard chest. Ollie grit his teeth together. "Get the hell off me!"

"No." Connor murmured against Ollie's blonde hair. "I'm not letting go of you; not now, not ever. You should also know that I'd never think that of you, Ollie. I love you."

The blonde said nothing, but Connor could feel him shaking in his arms, obviously attempting to stop the tears from sliding down his face.

"I-I..." The blonde managed to say, his lips quivering. "I was at home one night in my bedroom... and he... he...." He couldn't get anything else out from his mouth but a sudden sob, which he tried to cover with his palms as liquid drops travelled down his cheeks in silent streams.

Connor's arms let go of Ollie's waist and instead, his hands settled on his shoulders, slowly turning him around to face him and his pained expression. Ollie stared down, unable to look the dark haired teen in the face; ashamed of his actions. Connor lifted a palm off the blonde's shoulder, causing Ollie to flinch slightly and the dark haired teenager to ache in his chest.

Connor brushed the back of his hand against the blonde's cheek to mop up the rivets from his face, causing the blonde to avert his eyes from the ground to the dark haired teen's caring eyes, usually hash and easily irritable.

Inside, Connor was clenching his fists with the urge to punch the hell out of his bastard-of-an-ex-best-friend. But getting angry was not the way to go at the moment... and it sure as hell wouldn't help Ollie. And that's what he needed to do at the moment. He needed to soothe Ollie and be the kind of person that he could lean on if he was feeling down.

The dark haired teen's eyes had softened as he turned his hand over so his palm was on Ollie's porcelain skin, his fingers lightly knitting themselves in the golden strands as his thumb stroked his hairline. The blonde found himself shivering at every movement Connor made upon his skin and the intensity held within those pools of emerald in his gaze.

Connor's other hand travelled down to Ollie's by his side, and wrapped his around the blonde's. "I'll protect you."

Usually, Ollie's answer to this would have been something rude, but instead he found himself drawn to the taller teenager and found himself barely an inch from him. Connor's breath scorched his face and before he knew it, Ollie's lips were pressed against his in a small, sweet kiss.

Connor's eyes had widened in surprise, but became encaptured in that one kiss, his desire echoed in his heavy breathing against the blonde's lips as he pressed tightly against him, barely an inch between their bodies. Connor's fingers locked gently around the blonde's wrist as he pinned him against the door, his eyes now in cresents as the lust for each of them intensified. Ollie pulled away, his eyelids half drawn, his breath coming out from his lips in short puffs.

"Just 'cos I reacted like... that doesn't mean I'm weak." Ollie commented quietly, raising an eyebrow slightly. Connor laughed lightly, placing both of his hands on Ollie's face as his forehead leant against the blonde's.

"I never doubted that fact." He closed his eyes, licking his lips before placing them on the smaller teen's, tilting his head slightly as he did so. Connor's tongue slipped from his mouth and swept along Ollie's bottom lip, causing him to shiver and his lips to part. With one easy flick, the dark-haired teen's tongue sliding along side the blonde's, his head tilted to the side, eyes closed and lost to the moment.

In what seemed like only seconds to them both, they had stumbled up the stairs and Connor now had Ollie pinned to the bed, his mouth over his as his hips rocked on top of the blonde's as he did so. This caused them both to groan for the second their lips became unglued, the fabric of their dark jeans being the only thing stopping their sensitive members from touching skin-to-skin.

Ollie stared up, wide-eyed, at the teenager hovering above him, his slightly muscle-built arms either side of him while his ebony hair stuck to his forehead from the beads of sweat. His eyes were half-opened, drowsy with amount of lust he was drowning in. They were a brighter colour, though; rather than being more of an algae green, they were bright pools of lime; splodges of yellow that Ollie had never seen before were there. It was almost as though someone had lit a fire in his eyes.

Connor, once again, manoeuvred his hips down to the blonde's, causing that something at the pit of his stomach to hum with pleasure and the blonde beneath him to groan.

But then, realisation kicked into the dark-haired teen: What was he doing? Ollie had been raped the night before and here he was, about to fuck the blonde like a rabbit... if he didn't get off him soon, his mind and sanity would be lost...

Ollie noticed Connor's pause and glanced up from his hooded eyes to see him pushing away from the mattress. Ollie grabbed his arm and said quietly "don't leave me."

Connor's face stared at him, pained. "Ollie... if I stay... I'm not going to be able to stop myself..."

The blonde's face smiled. "I don't want you to stop."

"But what about... what happened...? It'll make as bad as he is."

Ollie glared at him. "Don't you ever say that again." Connor looked at him, startled. "I want you to make love to me... I didn't want Tom to make love to me, but he shagged me anyway. That was rape." The blonde sighed deeply. "This is different."

"How is it any different?" Connor asked, his head in his hand. "I would be taking advantage of you, like he did of you."

"It's different..." Ollie continued, "... because I love you."

Connor stayed still for a second, so the blonde wasn't quite sure whether he'd said the right thing. But, all of a sudden, the other teen was on top of him once again, his hands either side of Ollie, holding him up as his face was barely an inch from his.

"Say it again, " Connor whispered, "say it again... please..."

"I... love you?"

With that, Connor's mouth once again engulfed his as he peeled his shirt off and threw it on the floor. The dark-haired teen's lips unglued themselves from the blonde's as he ran his fingers under the T-shirt the other was wearing, his breathing heavy as he caused the blonde wriggle beneath him. He slowly slid the clothing over his head and before his lips were placed back on the other's, Ollie heard his low and quiet voice groan "I love you so much... you don't understand how much I do..."

Before the blonde knew it, Connor's hot, naked flesh was upon his own, their clothes in a heap on the floor. The teen above him continued to coax his mouth, his tongue caressing his as he gently circled his ankles with his palms, lifting the blonde's legs up onto his shoulders. Connor's head pulled back and reached to the side of the bed of retrieve something.

"Why do you have that?" Ollie asked breathily, his head spinning with such emotion that he'd never felt before.

"Just in case a situation like this arose." A smile danced across the dark-haired teen's face at the shorter teen beneath him before he put the substance on his fingers as they circled his entrance. Slowly, he prodded one finger in, his mouth by Ollie's ear as he whispered for the smaller boy to relax. Faster than they both realised, three fingers were now in, the blonde trying as hard as he could to keep his groans from going any louder.

"Are you ready?" Connor whispered, taking his fingers out. Ollie nodded, unable to speak due to his throbbing head and member; the room was blurry apart from the teenager that was over him with his legs over his shoulders; he was as prominent as ever, his lust-filled eyes taking in every inch of the blonde's body. Ollie wasn't thin and bony; just because he was small didn't mean that he should be. He had slightly muscle-built arms and a firm torso rippled with muscles that weren't very prominent, but showed he worked out once every so often.

With one slow and slightly agonizing push, his member slid through Ollie's entrance, causing him to let out noises of pleasure escape his mouth. Connor glanced down at the blonde and didn't dare to move. "Are you ok?"

"Y-yes." The blonde's eyes were scrunched closed as he felt a mixture of pain and pleasure battling each other, not yet knowing which was moving. "J-just move."

The dark haired teen's mouth once again claimed Ollie's as his length pulled out and plummeted back in, hitting a spot that caused the blonde to cry out.

The next few seconds, minutes, hours were a blur to Ollie, his head spinning with colours and sexually fulfilled desires that both of them had only dreamt about. After hours of sex, the blonde found himself falling into a deep sleep, his heart still thundering against his chest but slowly quietening down to the feeling of those strong arms around him, holding him against a hard chest and making him feel safer than he had ever felt in his whole life.

So that is the happily ever after for our Cinderella and his prince, but what happened to his stepbrothers and father?

Well, their nightmare came upon them exactly seven days after Ollie had moved into his prince's castle. At Seven O'clock, at the chime of the grandfather clock, the doorbell to their mansion buzzed noisily. The Stepfather was away on business, so the stepbrothers had, naturally, decided to have a house party; girls clung to Tom like leeches and practically everyone bowed to him like he was a god allowing him to answer the door in a disgruntled manner. He didn't care much for a party at the moment; he wasn't in the mood but Richard had convinced him to have one; it was almost like a tradition.

A boy that Tom recognised was usually with Ollie stood there in frost on his doorstep, his red hair hung down to his shoulders, hidden slightly by his hood. His icy blue eyes stared at Tom so intensely that it almost caused a chill to cast through his body.

Almost.

"What?" Tom asked rudely, glaring at the person opposite him; the more he looked at the guy opposite him, the more he was filled with memories of Ollie. Never before had Tom ever felt remorse for anything he had done, but what he had done to his blonde step brother was always in the back of his mind and he often felt a twinge of something whenever he thought about the boy. Not that he did think about it much...

"I'm Charlie, Ollie's best friend." He stated with his arms folded.

Tom waited a second for him to continue but when he didn't, Tom snapped "So? Look, if you're going to waste my time just standing there, then I'm fucking going back in again-"

"I want you to apologise to Ollie and admit your wrong doings." Charlie interrupted him, a stern look on his face beneath the hood.

Tom's eyes widened in anger as he ground his teeth together "Who do you think you fuckng are? Ghandi? I haven't done fuck all wrong anyway." He turned his back to shut the door, but Charlie grabbed it before it closed and kept it open with his foot.

"So you're saying rape isn't a crime?" The boy before Tom asked darkly, his voice lowered.

Tom stared at him, startled for a minute as his face paled "I-I don't know what you're talking about!"

Charlie leant forward so his mouth almost pressed against Tom's ear "I know what you did, Tom. I know you raped Ollie-"

Tom pushed the red-head away from him in shock "I d-didn't do that! Who told you that?! Ollie?! Richard?! They're just lying!"

Charlie continued to look at Richard, not emitting a reaction from being pushed back. "No, they did not tell me. So I take it that you do not feel bad for what you have done...?"

"No," Tom responded, dragging a hand through his hair, "Cos I haven't done anything wrong in the first place." He glanced up at the red head. "Why am I explaining myself to a freak like you anyway? I'm going." Again, he turned to go inside, but was stopped by Charlie, but this time with his hand clamped around his wrist. "What the f*** is your problem?" Tom exclaimed, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

"I see that there is truly no remorse, nor love, in your heart." Charlie stated, his hood now pushed off his hair, revealing his shiny mop of shoulder-length red hair. He retrieved something from his pocket and tapped it twice on the side of one of his converses. On the second tap, the sky clouded over with dark purple clouds, lightening cracking in the distance along with the rumbles of thunder. He tapped his shoe one more time with the object and the dead leaves around him rustled and twirled around him in the sudden gust of wind that almost brought Tom to his knees.

Tom stared at the person who was now in front of him in awe, shock and fright. Before him stood an elegant man, scarlet hair reaching down to his back while a back suit clung to his tall frame and glasses lay neatly on the tip of his nose.

"Wh-Who are you? What are you?" Tom asked while trying to back away from, but his wrist was firmly held by Charlie... or whoever he was.

"I'm Charles, known as Chaz by my friends..." he answered simply in a deeper voice. "I'm Ollie's wizard godfather."

"Wizard godfather?" Tom echoed, but then burst into hollow laughter. "This must be some kind of freak joke...was that like some kind of magic trick?" He asked, but quickly said with venom "I haven't got time to play stupid games with you; I've got a party to be at-"

"Thomas Jacobs." Chaz said Tom's name, which almost caused him to be mesmerised. "I have seen no kindness, love nor shame at crimes you have committed in your heart, therefore you leave me no choice..." He withdrew his hand from his wrist and placed the object from his pocket in between the palms of his hands "I shall place a curse on you, this house and the people inside it at this present time; those with the most vanity and disrespect for others will suffer the most. However you..." Tom gaped at the wizard in fear, his back pressed against the front door. "Shall turn into a hideous beast and unless you learn to love another, and earn their love in return before your twenty first birthday, you shall stay in that form until your death day." And with a tap of the stone on his shoe once more, the winds raged and tore at the countryside the mansion was built on, making cliffs either side of it and a narrow path leading down into a dark forest. People inside the mansion were screaming as all the lights blew and dust covered them suddenly, the lights turning to flickering candles and the, once beautiful, exterior of the house turned to stone, gargoyles hanging on the walls.

Tom found himself shaking, his hands slowly distorting into large paws with claws creeping off the ends. Suddenly, a burst of pain shot through him and he let out a loud scream that echoed for miles around.

"If anyone is to ever go beyond the forest, they shall never again be able to regain their original self back, regardless of whether the beast falls in love and so does the person with him. There is one window at the top of the tallest tower where it enables you to see to the outside world."

And with that, the wizard was gone.

Tom let out a shout of despair before raging through the house and up to the tallest tower, locking himself in there. On his way, he passed many disfigured and strange people. One girl was half cat, half human. Another guy had grown extremely long hair and flippers for feet.

The tallest tower was his old room, except most things in there were now ripped or ruined. Tom threw himself onto the floor and howled in agony and pain; his life was now torn apart.

He glanced at a shard of broken glass on the floor at his reflection and felt disgusted at himself as well as defeated...

For who could ever learn to love a beast?

The End.

Ha, ha. Yes, I know; a wierd ending. But you can't say it's the usual one, eh?

Anyway, thank you to all the great people who reviewed this story! I'm really grateful to you all.