Part Thirty-Four
“Come on, let’s dance,” said Corey enthusiastically.
Xander hesitated, “But people will see us!”
“So? Then they’ll be jealous because I’m dancing with the cutest guy here!”
Xander blushed, but allowed himself to be led onto the dance floor.
Jesse staggered out the door, trying to get as far away from Vincent as he could.
A voice followed him into the hall. “Running to your little boyfriend won’t help, you know. He can’t do anything! I own him, and I own you!”
Now sobbing, Jesse made it into the elevator and collapse in a small heap on the floor. Blindly, he stabbed a button on the panel, luckily hitting the ground floor. Once the elevator’s door had opened, he tried to compose himself. He made it to the payphone and dialed Lindsey’s number.
“ ‘Lo?” asked a sleepy voice.
“Lindsey,” said Jesse shakily. “Can you come get me?”
Lindsey’s voice sounded more awake, “Jesse? Where are you what’s wrong? What happened?”
“I’m in the lobby of my apartment building. Please hurry!”
“I’m on my way.”
Iam watched angrily from the balcony as Xander and Corey danced. He had to admit Corey looked pretty good, and he could certainly dance. But he was with Xander, and he wanted to kill the blond for touching the dark-haired boy.
“Where are you going?” asked Corey, pouting slightly.
“It’s a slow song,” said Xander worriedly.
“So? Please?”
“Alright…” Corey pulled the brunette to him, resting his hands on Xander’s lower back, just above the belt.
Awkwardly, Xander mimicked the other boy. He moved stiffly, feeling the warm hardness of Corey’s body against his.
Corey nuzzled Xander’s neck before whispering in his ear. “Relax, Xander. Just let the music move you.”
He shivered slightly when Corey’s breath tickled his ear. Before he could do anything though, Corey’s lips were on his. Startled, he remained frozen until a tongue licked along his bottom lip. He unconsciously parted his lips, allowing Corey to probe his mouth.
Corey thrust his tongue into the warm, wetness, while rubbing against Xander sensually. He ground his hips harder when Xander moaned into his mouth. He pulled his tongue back into to his own mouth, encouraging Xander’s tongue to follow.
Xander immediately thrust his tongue into Corey’s mouth, licking and exploring every part of the blonde’s mouth. Xander groaned softly when Corey pulled his mouth away. “Wow,” panted Xander.
“Mmm, nice,” murmured Corey, nuzzling Xander’s neck again. He latched onto the flesh there, sucking and biting. Xander moaned, tipping his head back.
He wanted to go down and rip the two boys apart. Watching them kiss was almost too much, but Iam found he couldn’t look away. Finally, they pulled apart, Iam almost heaved a sigh of relief, but then he saw Xander move, and realized they weren’t done with their floorshow yet.
Turning around, Iam pushed his way through the crowd and downstairs, intent on ripping Corey to threads. He made his way around the edge of the dance floor, to where Corey and Xander were wrapped around each other. He came right up to them and snarled, “Excuse me.”
“I’m sorry, you can’t cut in,” said Corey, recognizing the young man as the one who had been following them. It didn’t escape him that the dark blond had an English accent just like Xander’s guardian.
“I don’t want to cut in. I want you to bloody leave!” Iam glared at Corey when he saw the hickey on Xander’s neck.
“Why?” asked Corey at the same time as Xander hissed, “Iam!”
“You know him?”
“Yeah, sorry. Corey, this is Iam Giles. Iam, this is Corey.”
“I don’t sodding care what his name is, I want him to leave!” said Iam fiercely.
Xander narrowed his eyes. Iam was being awfully pushy, especially considering what he’d interrupted. “Why? I don’t remember anyone saying you had to approve all my friends!”
“I’m trying to look out for you!”
“It’s not working. I want to be here. Go away, Iam.” Xander turned away from the stunned honey-blonde, tugging on Corey’s arm.
“Yeah, run along, little boy,” snickered Corey as he let Xander pull him away.
“Sorry about that,” mumbled Xander, embarrassed. “He’s been acting really weird lately.”
“It’s okay,” reassured Corey. “Did you still want to dance?”
Xander glanced out to the dance floor and then back behind him, seeing Iam still standing in the same place, now glowering at them. ‘I’ll show him,’ he thought angrily, upset that Iam had ruined the moment. “Yeah,” he grinned at Corey, who grinned back.
Lindsey nearly killed himself trying to get to Jesse. He pulled into the parking lot and up to the building. The valet’s startled shout when he nearly hit the man was ignored. Striding up to and into the building, Lindsey’s only thought was, ‘Jesse’s upset. That bastard did something again.’ Frantically searching the lobby, he almost didn’t see Jesse curled up miserably in a chair. “Jesse!”
“Lindsey,” said Jesse weakly, tired from crying almost nonstop.
Lindsey gathered his lover into his arms, “What’s wrong, baby?” he murmured into Jesse’s ear.
“He… he… Oh, Lindsey,” sobbed Jesse, clutching at the older boy desperately.
“Shhh,” murmured Lindsey. He carefully tugged Jesse out of the chair and led him out the door. Once back in his car and parked legally, Lindsey pulled Jesse back into his arms. “Please, baby. Can you tell me now? I need to know.”
Jesse trembled with exhaustion and shock. “I… I… He knew, Lindsey. He knew you a-asked me to m-move in with you. I... lied to him. I was scared! And then he got mad…”
Lindsey stroked Jesse’s hair soothingly. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay! He raped me!” screamed Jesse. He immediately burst into tears again and buried his face in Lindsey’s shirt.
Lindsey saw red. He was so mad, he couldn’t even think rationally. Thoughts of disemboweling or torturing the older lawyer flashed through his mind. An image of Vincent chained to a table while a red-hot poker was shoved into his bowels or maybe strapping him into a chair, painting the Oakland A’s symbol all over him, and pushing him into the middle of Dodger Stadium during a game.
“…Lindsey…” asked Jesse, voice muffled by his chest.
“Yeah, baby?” Lindsey tried to keep his voice calm and not betray his rage.
“…can we go home…”
He started to say yes, then thought of something else. “Baby, we have to go to the hospital first.”
“Why?” asked Jesse fearfully, looking up at Lindsey with terror-stricken eyes.
“Because we have to make sure you’re going to be okay.”
“They’ll know…”
Lindsey tightened his grip on Jesse. “That’s good, then. He can’t be allowed to do this to anyone else!”
“But… I’m fine. Really. We can just go home and I’ll shower and I’ll be fine.”
“No, baby.” Lindsey started the car. “You have to see a doctor. We’ll find someone discreet.”
“No…”
“Please? For me?” Lindsey pouted at Jesse. “I love you.”
Jesse’s voice quivered as he spoke, “You still love me?”
“Of course I still love you! I couldn’t ever stop!”
“…love you…” Jesse’s voice trailed off as exhaustion took over and he slumped to sleep.
Lindsey sighed and pressed a kiss to Jesse’s forehead, before he put the car in gear.
The last dance of the night was a slow song, and Xander willing leaned into Corey’s embrace. When Corey moved to kiss him, he eagerly met the blonde’s tongue with his own.
Corey rubbed his tongue against Xander’s and slid his hands down to caress Xander’s ass. He felt the boy stiffen slightly and stopped, though he didn’t remove his hands. He continued the movement of his tongue, delving farther into Xander’s mouth. He started his caresses again, when Xander moaned and wrapped a hand in his hair.
“I could kiss you all night,” he murmured against Xander’s lips.
“Then why did you stop?” asked Xander, unconsciously assuming the patented whipped-puppy anime-eye pout.
“Because your guardian is staring at us.”
Xander whipped around to see an almost-smirking Giles standing off to one side. Blushing fiercely, he pulled away from Corey. “Uh, Giles…”
“It’s alright, Xander,” said Giles in an amused tone. “I merely thought you boys might like a ride home. And I was out picking up some… er, picking something else up anyway.”
“Thanks, Mr. Giles,” said Corey. “And thank you for letting us come here. I hope I can take Xander out again sometime.”
“Well, Corey, you’re certainly more than welcome to anytime. Now, shall we?”
After they had finished at the hospital, Lindsey took Jesse to his apartment, then excused himself, telling the boy he had to go get something. Then he had headed right back to Vincent’s apartment.
Vincent had let him in, smiling smugly the entire time.
“How could you do that to him? You’re sick!” yelled Lindsey as soon as the door was shut.
“He is mine, Lindsey. I can do whatever I want.”
“He is not a FUCKTOY! He is supposed to be your son!” Lindsey’s voice took on a snide tone, “Oh, but wait! You did that to your biological son, too!”
Vincent’s voice grew hard, “He told you?”
“No, I found the files. ALL the files, Nathaniel,” Lindsey emphasized the name.
“Well done. Very well done. But what do I care?”
“Because I can take you down. Expose you for the child rapist you really are! You were never even tried for raping you own son!”
Vincent chuckled, “Oh, that’s rich! You think you can blackmail me, little boy?”
“You bet your ass I can!” raged Lindsey, wanting to kill the man who had dared to touch his lover.
Vincent smiled proudly at Lindsey. “Instead of going directly to the authorities, you came here hoping to blackmail me. Well, I’ve got an offer for you.”
Lindsey narrowed his eyes and glared distrustingly at the older lawyer. “What kind of an offer?”
“You and Jesse can move in together,” Lindsey’s face brightened at that, then fell at the next words, “but I have to live with you. I am his father, you know.”
“And where would we live? This apartment’s kind of small.”
“The company will buy you a house. Not a big leap from the apartment you were going to get. Consider it a reward.”
“Reward for what?”
“Your first blackmail attempt. Don’t worry, Lindsey,” smiled Vincent at Lindsey’s shocked expression, “it gets easier.”