WARNING: Contains slash (same sex pairing), scenes with adult content, non-con, darkness. This is none of the light-hearted fics I usually write. It's really dark. It hurts. I actually should apologize for publishing such a story so close to Christmas. I'm sorry but I couldn't help writing it. No AU.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Covenant or its characters. No copyright infringement is intended.

It hurts

"I wanna fuck you."

He looked me straight into the eyes while saying that. I glared at him. My mouth dropped open but I couldn't utter a word, not even a mere syllable. And then he smirked, closed his eyes and laughed, laughed at me.

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"And he keeps telling me I got an authority problem. Son of a bitch." Reid hissed. He had been fighting with Caleb, again. The two of them had had some minor and some not so minor 'differences' in the past few weeks. Actually they had never been best friends. Yet, recently they could hardly be in the same room without one of them, well Reid in fact, getting at the other's throat. Almost every encounter ended in an actual fight. And it was Reid again who always lost which made him only more pissed off than before. Then it was my turn to calm him down and help him lick his wounds. Generally it was wounded pride only, yet that night he got some real bruises and cuts from the fight with Caleb at Nicky's. He walked quite uneasily and I had to support him, his arm over my shoulder.

We reached our dorm room and I helped him sit on his bed.

"He shouldn't have meddled in it."

"Hell no, he shouldn't've! Yet, he always does. Golden Boy has a fucking leader complex."

"He just cares. – But we could have handled Aaron Abbot ourselves, right?"

A smile formed around his lips, the first smile since we left the pool table at Nicky's that night. "I'm sure you could've handled that dickhead Abbot yourself," he said with a smirk. His eyes were piercing into mine and I couldn't help but look away.

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The next morning Reid had completely recovered from his physical wounds thanks to his Power. Yet, his pride was still wounded. Though I knew the mere sight of Caleb pissed him off at the moment, he didn't show his anger that openly. You could only see it in his eyes when he glared at Caleb. He played the clown in public, but I knew the anger – and hurt – that was lurking underneath.

I thought about talking to Caleb about what happened the night before. I wasn't really sure what to say, yet I wanted him to know that I didn't like how he treated Reid, that he always blamed Reid for anything, I wasn't sure though what it was that he had in mind that time. I just couldn't understand why he got so upset about Reid Using when doing that combo shot. Or was it something else? I couldn't figure out what was going on between the two. Caleb has always had this position as our leader, just because he is the eldest. Yet, it doesn't automatically mean that he's always right as well. He is so fucking self-righteous sometimes. And Reid, yeah, he is an asshole sometimes.

I didn't get a chance to talk to Caleb alone that day. For a moment I even considered talking to Pogue about what was on my mind. But I soon discarded that idea. Pogue and I, we never got along that well. I mean we were friends since our childhood days, yet we weren't that close as he and Caleb or me and Reid. Well, actually we were not even that close as Caleb and Reid. I sometimes had the feeling that Pogue only called himself my friend because I was a member of one of the five original families. Otherwise we didn't have much in common. He had Kate and his bike (or rather his bike and Kate, in that order). He and Reid got along quite well. They both were all in for the fun stuff – and girls, of course. And the thing about the girls hadn't even changed since Pogue was dating Kate. He was a faithful boyfriend who loved his girl dearly but that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy flirting around anymore.

Later that day we had swim practice. Reid and I were at the pool before the others arrived. I wasn't sure if I should bring up last night's fight. I looked at the blond guy leaning at the wall next to me. He seemed quite relaxed and enjoyed himself while watching the girls, commenting on their bodies from time to time.

"Looks like a guy. No boobs, baby." He chuckled.

The girl must have overheard him as she gazed at him and let out a snarl before turning her back towards us.

"Oh, that's better." He said quite loudly so that she could not have missed it. She shifted uncomfortably while talking to her friend who glared at us. Reid must have smiled at her, winked at her or done something else to embarrass her because she blushed and looked away.

Caleb and Pogue arrived. When they entered the room most of the eyes were on them, rather their muscular bodies. Most of the girls at the academy had either a crush on Caleb or Pogue, or Reid. And most of the guys hated them because they were jealous.

I felt Reid tense beside me, though he kept his easy and relaxed stance.

Pogue actually managed to ease the tension between the two a bit. He was a better friend to both of them, I thought.

The swim practice was rather uneventful. Reid didn't even try to challenge Caleb. This had happened a long time ago though. Yet, now when it came to swimming they both knew that they could beat the other in their own style. No need to compete in that field.

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After taking a shower I was standing at my locker, getting dressed. Caleb's locker was next to mine and I was thinking about bringing up last night's event again when suddenly something hit my butt. I let out a small cry and turned.

A naked guy with only a towel in his hands smirked at me. His pale skin glistened with water. I was puzzled for a brief moment, then grabbed a towel and threw it at him.

"Say my name." He laughed.

"Grow up, dude." My voice sounded rather annoyed, which was good, since I was annoyed. Yet, I was also puzzled. For reasons unknown I couldn't lift my eyes to meet his gaze. Though, I avoided looking at that other part of his, either.

I was glad his locker was at the other side of the room, leaving me here with my puzzling thoughts. However, I hadn't much time to figure out what exactly was puzzling me. A fight between Aaron and that new guy caught my attention. Naturally Caleb tried to step in, always helping those in need. But somehow that new guy could help himself perfectly well. Caleb seemed to be impressed and he and the new guy shook hands in a familiar way. I didn't know that he and Caleb were something like friends.

Chase, that was the new guy's name, I remembered, suggested playing foosball later on. He also asked Pogue. But Pogue refused and only looked at him rather pissed. He didn't ask me though. But why should he. I returned to my locker and got dressed.

Caleb had left. So I decided to address Pogue who was buttoning up his shirt.

"Hey, Pogue. So what's it with this Chase guy?"

"Dunno." He grunted without looking up.

He was obviously pissed off and me interrogating him would only make him more annoyed, I figured that out.

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The time before dinner we spent at the library. Reid and I were sitting at a table, books spread all over it, doing our homework. We had loads to do. Well, Spenser is an elite school. I may not be exactly the best student, yet my marks are overall quite good as I work a lot. In fact, I don't really mind working that hard. It can be quite fun sometimes. Like now. With Reid at the other side of the table. He is actually quite smart. Most people who look at him just think he is a slacker. Well, he has this attitude and no doubt he is lazy and there are certainly things that he's interested in slightly more than world history, nevertheless, he has actually very good grades. He knows a lot. I guess, his memory is really good with facts. And he doesn't have many problems understanding complicated processes. Though the teachers frequently get annoyed by his fooling around, most of them agree that he is very intelligent and may go to whatever college he likes. – Yet, I know he doesn't plan to go to college. He doesn't like talking about the future, in general. "Now is my time." That's his motto. – Now I was sitting in the library with my best friend. Whenever I needed help with my work, I could ask him. He had this way of explaining things that not only made them seem quite easy but you also got the feeling that you found it out all by yourself. That was what I liked most about doing homework. I liked it when he leaned closer to me, lowering his face to mine, looking into my eyes, pointing at the textbook with his finger, his lips moving vividly while explaining, then remaining silent, only looking patiently at me, watching as my mind worked, and smiling at me brightly when I uttered the right answer.

Now he was reading something in his own book. His eyes moved over the pages, at times his lips formed singular words. He seemed to be absorbed in his study. His eyes met mine. It was too sudden for me to evade his gaze. There was a vague smile around his lips, brightening his eyes.

I couldn't hold his gaze.

A moment later his cell phone started ringing. He picked it up casually while everyone in the library glared at him. The librarian sent a deathly "shhhhhh!" at him. Yet he only smirked and answered the phone.

"Hi, there!"

I rolled my eyes. That was so Reid.

"Shhhhhh", the librarian emphasized, even getting up from her desk.

Reid only waved a hand at her, indicating that he didn't want to be interrupted while phoning. He was laughing. He was actually talking quite loudly. Obviously to some girl. I tried to concentrate on the text before me.

I did not understand that trigonometry question. I wanted to ask Reid.

"Oh, really? – Naughty girl! – You want me to – " He chuckled.

I kept silent.

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At dinner I sat alone at a table in the dining hall. Reid was on a date with that "naughty girl" he had talked to on the phone. Pogue and Caleb were both out with their girls as well. I was left and suddenly realized that I didn't have much other friends at school. Aaron Abbot and one of his friends passed my table. Yet they didn't even bother to insult me.

I went to bed early that night. There was nothing else I could do. I tried to figure out that trig question but soon gave up. I yawned and decided that that was a sign not only of boredom but also of my need for some sleep. I switched off the lights and cuddled into my pillow, closing my eyes. Yet sleep wouldn't come. I looked at the clock. 22:17. Too early to sleep I decided. I turned around, moving in my sheets. I couldn't find a comfortable sleeping position. I lay on my back. My eyes open, staring into the darkness. "Close them. Get some sleep," I told myself. I sighed. What was bothering me? I wasn't afraid of the dark. I wasn't afraid of spending the night alone. Why should I be? Besides, Reid had spent the night at someone else's – some girl's – place before. Many times. Why should I care now? Well, he hadn't told me he would stay the night away this time. I looked at the clock. 22:53. I still couldn't sleep. Better go to the bathroom, I decided and got out of the bed. Finding my way through the dark room, I entered the adjoining bathroom and switched on the lights. They were brighter than I had expected. I had to close my eyes again for some moments.

I don't know when I actually fell asleep, but I must have slept a dreamless sleep when I woke with a start as something, rather someone was stumbling into the room, bumping into furniture, I assumed. There was a thud and then a deep hearty laugh. I looked at the clock. 2:06. Reid had returned. I heard him chuckle. From the sound it made, I assumed he was lying prone on the floor.

I switched the lights on, letting my eyes adjust to the unexpected brightness for a couple of seconds.

I climbed out of my bed. My bare feet touching the cold floor, making me shiver. I walked over to him and kneeled down at his side. He was lying on his face, apparently asleep now.

"Damn you," I whispered. "You did make it to your room, yet before reaching your bed, you pass out?"

I pulled at his arms, shoved my hands under his arms and lifted him up, pulling him to his bed. The smell of cigarettes and beer was stinging in my nose as my face was close to his head. His blonde hair brushing my cheek while I carried, rather dragged him to his bed and lifted his apparently sleeping body onto it. When I rested his head on the pillow and wanted to let go of my grip, suddenly an arm wrapped around my shoulders, a hand grabbing the back of my neck. His eyes opened in the same moment and a wide grin appeared on his face.

"Thanks for carrying me."

"Bastard," I hissed and had to fight for some seconds to break free from his grip. His face was so close to mine. I could smell his breath. It should have appalled me more. Perhaps I was just too angry to notice the foul smell of alcohol and cigarettes.

He let go of me and chuckled.

I was sitting on his bed and about to get up, when he suddenly took hold of my wrist and made me look at him again.

"You know what, you look really sweet when you're pouting."

"Wh-what? I-I-" I got up with a start, yet he still had a firm grip around my wrist.

He chuckled. "And when you're confused, you look even more pretty."

Then he closed his eyes with a sigh and the smirk disappeared from his face. "You know what", he opened his eyes. "I wanna fuck you."

He looked me straight in the eyes while saying that. I glared at him. My mouth dropped open but I couldn't utter a word, not even a mere syllable. And then he smirked, closed his eyes and laughed, laughed at me.

He let go of my hand and I rushed over to my bed, switching off the lights, lying in my bed with my back turned towards him.

"Goodnight, my baby boy."

His laughter faded after some time, turned into a chuckle before it was all silent except for the even breathing sounds from his bed. I closed my eyes firmly and one single tear ran down my cheek.

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A/N So this wasn't really that dark. Maybe it was even a bit sweet. Yet be prepared for some very bad things to happen soon.