SOMEBODY (CHAPTER THIRTEEN)

He opened the door to his brother's room slowly. He entered as quietly as he should so that he wouldn't wake up the sleeping child. The light from the hallway shown across the little cherub's face. Cooper smiled as he reached down and brushed hair off the child's face. Soon though, his smile faded as memories of earlier that day in the gym's locker room, more specifically the coach's office. He shuddered and sighed as he watched his younger brother.

"I won't let him get to you. I promise Blaine, he won't get anywhere near you" He whispered. A tear slid down his face and he turned his aching body, walked out shutting the door behind him. He placed his palm on the door.

"I swear" he whispered in a broken voice.

Neal bolted awake once again. Breathing hard, he looked around. He was startled to find the coach sitting beside the bed. He flinched as the coach reached up and gently brushed the hair back out of his face eerily like his dream. Neal tried to move out of reach but his binds kept him in place.

"Don't touch me" he growled. Neal felt his blood freeze at the smile that spread across Jon's face. The look in his eyes terrified him. John's fingers stroked his face before moving slowly down his neck, he paused to grip him tightly by the throat. He leaned down, lips almost touching.

"I own you." He whispered. Neal's breath caught as slimy cold lips descended on his. He kept his tightly closed. There was no way he would let that man's tongue inside. He could feel the fingers trace their way up his face, stopping at his nose. His air was cut off as his nostrils were pinched together, cutting off his air. Neal tried to dislodge the hand by thrashing his head back and forth but couldn't. He quickly succumbed to the need to breath. He felt dizzy and nauseous till he finally gasped for breathe. He felt Jon's tongue plunge in and he shivered in disgust. Hands began to wonder down his bare chest. Fingers pinched and twisted his nipples. He squirmed, tried to get away from the hands that tormented his body, but it was futile. Jon pulled back. He marveled at the body in front of him. God he was so beautiful! He could read the loathing in those gorgeous eyes and he relished it.

He kept his gaze on those beautiful blue eyes as he slowly sat back and made a show of taking off his jacked. Then slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, but it wasn't till he unfastened his belt and drew it from his slacks, unsnapped the button of his pants that he could taste the fear emitted from the kid. The raven haired man shook his head, kept chanting no over and over.

"No, don't do this" he finally croaked out past the dread. Jon smiled as he continued to undress till he stood completely naked. Neal looked at his own hands, yanking on them till they bled, trying to free himself. He leaned down and tried to chew his way through the ropes. He felt the bed dip.

Oh god, this can't be happening!

He could feel the heat from the man's body as he lowered it till it was fully lying on top of Neal. When the coach started to trail kisses along his neck, Neal couldn't catch his breath, but still tried to bite his way out of his restraints. He could feel the man become hard against his thigh. A tear slipped down his face.

No stop, please don't

Neal silently pleaded to anyone and everyone. Peter where are you?

Oh god

Jon couldn't wait anymore; he had to take Cooper now. Without any preparation he breeched the body beneath him. Oh how exquisitely tight he was. The pain laced groan and the tears on the kids face turned him on so much that he just couldn't contain himself. He set a brutal and harsh pace. Right now he was too caught up in the ecstasy of his lovemaking that he really didn't care if he hurt his beloved. He sure wasn't going to last but he knew that he had all the time in the world later to take his time. To lavish that body with his love. He groaned long and hard as he came. He slumped down against Cooper. He really didn't want to move, so he didn't. He rested still sheathed inside Cooper. He loved that feeling. He wrapped his arms around Cooper, snuggled down and promptly fell asleep.

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Though Neal's body throbbed with pain his mind was numb. Frozen. He couldn't think, no thoughts ran through his brain. He just stared blankly at the ceiling. The change of pace and the warmth that spread through him alerted him. Jon was done. It's over. He felt gross, ashamed. He just wanted to go back to the nothingness. Hide behind the blankness, where no one wanted to hurt him. If he could he would stay there and never come back.

Because he had no one to come back to. His breath hitched, Blaine was dead, his father sold him. He didn't know where his mother was. The only ones who might care were Peter, Elizabeth and Moz. He wanted to see them. He really missed them. Maybe if he hadn't run then he wouldn't be in this dark, damp place. He wouldn't have gotten his little brother killed. His father wouldn't have sold him to this god awful man. He wouldn't have been ra.. Neal shied away from that last thought. He wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for Kramer. It's his fault. If he gets out of there he will make sure Kramer never works another case. Neal didn't know how he was going to do that but he was. He just needed to get out of there first.

He felt pain shoot up his spine as Jon woke up and slid out of him. He couldn't help the whimper that came out of him. He leaned back as Jon bent forward and kissed him. He pulled back and smiled.

"See you tomorrow my love" He said as he caressed Neal's face. He got up, gathered his clothes and left the room. Neal could hear a deadbolt sliding home. He was locked in. Neal stayed stoic for a moment before hot tears raced down his face and he crumbled.