Bliss

Disclaimer: I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.


***A/N... Wow, it's been ages since I've been here! Figured I'd give an update. I've written a LOT of Fac-fic in my journal, including this one (as a whole!) at http://honeyandvinegar.livejournal.com/. Feel free to go there and read if you want; I'll try and update more to this one here. Hope you like!

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WARNING!! Heavy angst and graphic non-con involved in this chapter. Get squicked? Don't read!

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I'm walking out in a force ten gale.
birds thrown around, bullets for hail.
the roof is pulling off by its fingernails.
your voice is rapping on my window sill

yesterday's headlines blown by the wind.
yesterday's people end up scatterbrain.
then any fool can easy pick a hole. (I only wish I could fall in)
a moving target in a firing range.

-Radiohead, “Scatterbrain”

All he knew right now was that he was in bed, still in the clothes he was wearing yesterday… and knowing that he needed to get OUT of that bed and bolt to the bathroom.

For the second time in forty-eight hours, Casey threw up violently. God, this was starting to hurt. He should have honestly known better than to screw around drinking the night before, but it all felt so good… for the smallest of whiles, anyways. When his stomach started to calm, sending only shudders through his skin, a knock came at the door.

“Casey, honey? Are you all right?”

“No,” he answered his mother.

“Want me to come in?” she asked; Casey didn’t know if the room smelled like bourbon or not.

“No.”

“I’ll call the school, tell them you’ll be out today,”

Casey nodded, settling his forehead onto his wrist to try and relax. Everything spun violently around him; that’s when he started to panic.

He hadn’t put the bottle away. Oh dear God.

Casey stood on spaghetti legs and washed out his mouth, water and mouthwash, spitting pathetically into the sink. He knew what he was going to get now; his father was probably waiting for him right outside the door, tapping his foot and looking the angriest Casey had ever seen him. He dreaded the idea of leaving this small sanctuary, but decided that he should simply face the music.

Here it comes, he thought, seeing his father walking out of his parent’s bedroom towards him, fixing his tie. “Hey, son. You all right?” he asked. Casey didn’t know if he was going to play a game with him on this- best to play along.

“No… just feel- sick,”

“Aw, geez,” his father answered, his voice sympathetic. “You do look a bit flushed. Was it something you ate?”

Casey blinked; did he really not know? “I dunno,” Casey softly replied. Mr. Connor smiled ruefully, rubbing Casey’s shoulder.

“You go off to bed,” he told Casey. “Take a load off,”

Casey nodded, walking back into his room. He was safe, but… how?


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It was about one o’clock in the afternoon when Casey awoke; he’d somehow managed to sleep off most of the ill effects of his hangover, though his head still ached. Not as awful as it’d been when he’d woken up, but… time for a few headache pills, that was for sure.

He slipped his legs over the side of the bed, groaning. He was delighted to discover that his stomach didn’t churn and buck at his movements, even in standing. Still, his eyes felt blurry and his skin was incredibly tense and warm. Pills… then a shower, most definitely. He sighed deeply as he began walking out to the hallway and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Going to the sink, he opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the ‘Headache Relief’ generic meds, popped a few without water and shut the cabinet door. Instead of walking to the shower he stood a moment, staring at his reflection…

“…What do you NOT see in the mirror each day?”

Casey’s jaw tensed, remembering Zeke’s words from last night. ‘I don’t see… beauty,’ he thought to himself, swallowing hard. ‘I don’t see someone beautiful. I see someone who deserves the beatings, and deserved…’

These thoughts had to stop; shower, now. He climbed in with haste, nearly slipping on the porcelain. He immediately turned on the water, uncaring to the sting of the first cold blast before it warmed. As it became more comfortable, he ducked his head underneath the stream, opening his mouth and letting the water spill over his lips. It felt good, until more memories, much less recent that the ones he’d just had climbed into his head…

...'Wow… and here I thought you never showered, Connor,'...

Casey stilled, putting his hands out to the shower wall in front of him. He swallowed again; no, not now. He’d managed to close off these memories somehow, not now, please…

...'You’re moving pretty fast, might slip,'...

Stop.

...'How fucking far do you think I can push you ‘round, Case? Hmm? How fucking far?'...

...Get your towel and move, boy, you know what he means.

...'Where ya goin’, Casey-girl? I wanna see how far,'...

If Casey’s parents were home, they’d hear his odd keening noises, pained and full of fear he didn’t realize he was making.

...'GIVE IT BACK!!'

'What, you’re dry enough.'

'STOP IT!!'

'Fine, here,'...

It was almost like it was happening, right now; Casey could hear the cloth of the soft towel hitting the floor as Gabe had thrown it down.

...'Go on and get it.'

Arms moving over his chest, knowing it was such a futile effort towards protection… 'No.'

'Go on and get it, Casey. It’s right behind you, just bend down… and get it.'...

Casey remembered so clearly how his knees seemed to snap, trying to move so slowly, reaching behind him with one hand. Gabe had laughed. Laughed so loud it echoed in the empty locker room, bouncing off walls and metal and pipes…

-Hair pull zipper down command-

...'Lick it, bitch.'

-Swift kick to the feet his howl louder than laughs one quick rise getting pushed face first into the metal-
...'Fine- I’ll take this instead.'...

Casey shut off the water and scrambled out of the tub, not willing at this time to register his luck at not cracking his skull upon it. He grabbed up his robe that hung from its hook, drying his hair with a hand towel he absent-mindedly picked up from the rack. How utterly amazing it was how he was pushing memories back, something he’d been grateful for. Yea… Casey Connor was just fine. He left the bathroom, sighing deeply and forcing a weak smile on his lips. Another survival, wasn’t it? Yes, just another notch in time he’d forget. Yes.

That’s when he heard an insistent knock coming from downstairs, perking his ears to the sound. He wrapped the robe tighter to himself and headed for the bottom floor, wondering what package he had to sign for- or maybe he could flash a random ‘religious caller-on’. That might be interesting as well. Neither of this was going to occur however; his jaw dropped as he opened the door. “W… Will?” he uttered, frowning with confusion at the man standing on his doorstep.

“Casey- are you all right?” he asked, his hands wringing together nervously. Casey watched this a moment, chewing his lower lip.

“Yea…” he answered, eyes blinking furiously as they refocused on Will’s concerned face. “Just- was a bit sick this morning. Better now,”

“Oh,” Will murmured; his lips then began moving as if trying to form words. They finally stilled as he sighed. “Casey… I wanted to apologize for being so… for saying those things to you yesterday. I wanted you to know that I don’t blame you at all,”

“Okay,” Casey replied in a whisper, holding onto the door and staring at the welcome mat Will stood upon.

“I just… Casey the trouble we’d BOTH get into, and YES, I’m concerned for myself, of COURSE I am, but you…” Will blathered, putting his hand to his forehead. He looked to Casey now, sighing deeply. “I don’t even want to think of the problems you’d have.”

Casey felt a strong resolve filling him; what right did Will have, getting like this, telling him about ‘problems’? If there was one person in the world who understood THAT, it was most certainly Casey. Why should he care? “It doesn’t matter to me,”

“It should, sweetie. It should.”

Casey’s heart thrummed in his chest at Will’s term of endearment; maybe… maybe Zeke was wrong, making Casey THINK wrong… and maybe what he was about to do was even worse, but he didn’t care. The door still open Casey let one arm fall to his waist and take the belt of his robe, pulling it to open the front. “Tell me you wouldn’t fuck me if I put this robe on the floor.” He said; or someone said… was that actually him that just said that?

It was so quiet now, the only sound being Will’s heavy breath as he stared upon the long line of creamy skin peeking from the parting seam of Casey’s robe. “Casey-“ he started, but jumped at the sudden sound of Casey’s phone ringing off nearby. “You should get-“

“I want this, Will.”

“Casey, no. We can’t, I’m sorry.”

“The HELL you can’t. You DID already. Don’t tell me you can’t.”

“Fine then, I WON’T,” Will stated firmly. He was growing agitated, but Casey didn’t care. He wanted to be wanted, didn’t want to walk away with his head lowered like he always did. He knew better, but forgot he did. Wanted… to forget everything. Forget the memories he’d had in the shower, forget that Zeke had given him comfort and HAD to have covered for him last night, forget that he wasn’t attracted to Will in the slightest, he just WANTED to be WANTED…

“Fuck me,” Casey demanded. Will let out a shuddering breath, eyes gone cold and wild; it seemed that was the switch that made Will suddenly come through the door, so quickly that Casey backed up in defense-mode; once the robe was on the floor however, not much else existed in Casey’s mind. Nor when Will’s mouth landed on his shoulder, sucking hungrily, making Casey cry out and grab his head tight.

“Take me to your bedroom, Casey-boy,” Will growled out; Casey did the best he could, stumbling backwards on the stairs to lead them away, the ringing of the phone finally stopping and leaving them with just the distant sounds of the answering machine and Will’s lips and tongue. Finally getting to the top of the stairs Casey nearly tripped on the loose patch of rug just at the end, making Will grab him roughly. “Trying to get away from me?” Will taunted; Casey noticed a small gleam of something he didn’t quite recognize in Will’s eyes now.

“No,” he mumbled out as he backed into his bedroom doorway; Will followed, shutting the door with a swift kick. Casey’s eyes darted to a few pictures that fell off the wall and fluttered to the floor. He didn’t have time to see which ones did, however, as Will thrust his hands underneath his arms, hoisting him up. Casey returned to the task at hand, putting his legs up to wrap around Will’s waist. This wasn’t to happen, as Will practically threw him on his bed, making Casey bounce twice upon it. His eyes went wide as Will straddled his waist in one deft climb. “Will… Will, slow down-“

“Slow down, Casey?” Will replied, looking upon him with a snarling frown. “You throw your clothing off in an opened fucking doorway after I tell you ‘no’ repeatedly, and you expect me to slow down?”

He was angry. Angrier than Casey realized he could get; it made fear rise up in him quickly, suddenly realizing he’d been so, so wrong. As Will fumbled with shaking hands at his belt Casey began shaking his head. “No… Will, let’s just-“

“No WHAT?”

“No… to this, Will, please- I didn’t mean to get you mad,” Casey softly replied, wanting his lips to stop trembling. Will smiled now, shaking his head.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Will told him, his hand still working on his restraints; his other crept up to Casey’s chin, tracing it up to his ear with shaking fingertips.

“Will-“ Casey went to say, but was cut off suddenly by Will’s eager mouth. The kisses he delivered were painful, teeth biting hard into Casey’s lip and causing him to writhe and gasp. “STOP,” Casey demanded once freed from this new brutality. Will sat up slowly, looking down on Casey with a confused glare.

“Stop?”

“Yes… you’re… being way too rough.”

“And what exactly- did you expect me to be, hmm? You want to act like some wanton whore and not expect some sort of reaction to that-“ Will said…

...'You my whore, Connor?'...

Casey didn’t know how or why his hand suddenly rose up and backhanded Will, but it happened anyways; Casey watched in horror as Will’s head turned violently to the side from the force he delivered. Will touched his face, his face starting to create a snarling scowl. “You fucking hit me, Casey,” Will said in a deadpan voice. He put both hands to his pants now, making Casey’s eyes dart down to the parting cloth.

“Let me go…” he whispered. “Don’t…”

No time, not being listened to- Will slammed his body atop Casey’s; all his breath left him with the sudden weight on his chest, having him choke and irk out desperate breaths. “Will…” he managed to irk out; suddenly they was a rough, unexpected nudge pushing at his entrance, making his eyes open wide and flutter in the instant pain. “WILL!” he yelled, trying to squirm his hips away. Will ground his hips into Casey’s, holding him still. Now Casey’s hands flew up and began pushing hard at Will’s shoulders.

“God DAMN it, Casey,” Will growled out, getting Casey’s wrists in his hands. He slammed them together to hold in one hand, the other pushing Casey’s hip down painfully. “Fucking relax, damn it…”

“Not like this, WILL, ST-STOP,” Casey rambled, feeling Will start to push inside; oh God, oh God, oh God… he couldn’t relax, he couldn’t fucking relax. Will was grunting as he pushed further, wincing at the tight hold he was entering. Will stilled in his movements now, staring down on Casey with a snarl.

“Like that??” Will uttered shakily. Casey didn’t have time to answer, nor comprehend anything going on as suddenly Will, no thought or care in the world, pushed his hips violently forward and making one hard thrust. All Casey saw were stars blasting into his eyes, his mouth opening wide to let out the most pained, animalistic howl.

“STO-OP!!” Casey stammered in his scream from the forceful thrusting inflicted on his insides, so sudden, so hard, too much, too dry, cracking flesh and making him howl in pain. “OUT… get OUT-“ he cried in anguish, trying to move his feet up to Will’s hips.

“You… fucking… slut yourself out, now… Christ, Casey…” Will said, now pounding into Casey relentlessly. “I told you NO, and like hell I’ll listen to YOU saying it. Too… damned late… oh Casey…”

“Will, PLEASE…” Casey pleaded, not knowing why; this wasn’t Will, the one who’d said he wouldn’t be forceful or graceless, promising no pain. The grunts he was making, the horrible chafe and pain and total mindless idea that he was now sliding in easier. Casey knew why. The pulse in his ears was now sending him away, creating some dreamy mantra; he needed it, he needing ANYTHING to escape. It proved impossible as he felt his legs growing wet, thighs shuddering in a cold reaction to what was happening to his body. “Will stop…” his high pitched voice barely whispered, voice escaping him completely. The sound of a door, a different voice shouting and then…
Gone; Will was just gone. Casey had barely felt him leave.

Why? Why could he breathe easier, where did the weight go? He hadn’t drifted THAT far into some sort of mindless oblivion, had he?

Someone was getting hurt; those grunts weren’t from lust. That was pain. Casey knew pain. Opening his eyes finally he gazed over his naked form towards the doorway. A pair of scrambling ankles disappeared past it, being dragged as the toes pointed up; Casey frowned. “What…” he muttered, going to move. Now his eyes widened fully, senses returning as the horrible ache between his legs and in his belly swelled. His eyes rolled back as he dropped onto the bed again, and the gift of unconsciousness swept over his entire being.


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TBC!