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IVORY A/N: And finally the drama begins! AHAHAHAHAHA! I give you sex! ... well... kinda.
Warning: NON-CON

Reader Response:
Remmy: I'm glad you liked it. Realistic is a great compliment since I'm used to writing fantasy and this is turning out to be a difficult challenge, but it's fun.
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Semme: I'm not crazy. You're crazy. But yes I love Eddie too. FYI: A hot plate is like an oven burner only without the oven. And yes you got his name right. I made it easy "Ike" just for you. But the song was "House of Broken Love" By "Great White". You should listen to it. It's a great song.
Multifacetedtune: Artfully? For that word alone, I think I love you, lol! I can't wait to hear more from you! Here you go, another update.

IVORY

Chapter 3
The Embrace of Technology

It was a cold day. The sun was shining but the wind was strong. There were dark clouds approaching from the distance, but the news said the storm was going to pass Montreal by, as usual. All we were gonna get was rain. It wasn't even the weekend yet, but in a few hours I would have to go meet with Ciel so he could work with me between routines.

I sat at my window, bored as I watched the sky. Mace was proofreading an essay of mine about Edgar Allen Poe, and poetry's effects on society. Who would have thought school could make my favorite author so damn boring?

"Did you even spell check this, you idiot? What the fuck does tomrrow mean?"

Mace was looking rather good. I hadn't really noticed before. He was tall and a bit gawky, but he did have a few attractive features. His eyes were big, and his cheekbones were high. Strangely I had never really looked at him like that before. Maybe because he was my friend, and because I hadn't really known what kind of people I found attractive before. Or maybe...

"Hey, Dorkwad!"

My sister. Goddamn she was annoying. I rolled my eyes and got up to open my door. "What do you want Becky?"

Rebecca looked more like our dad. She had brown hair that she kept short and cropped close to her head. Her eyes were small, and she accented it with a ton of makeup. Despite that she had our mothers frame and features, which meant she was as small and dainty as I was. She stood there holding a small package with one hand on her short skirt clad hip. When she handed it over, she rudely turned her nose up.

"It doesn't even say who it's from, but this came for you. Is it from your girlfriend?"

"Uh... I dunno. Get lost, twerp." I shut the door in her face before turning around and walking across my room.

Mace glanced up, obviously annoyed by my lack of a relationship with my sister. He had the idea that siblings should get along, just because he didn't fight with his brother as often as others did. But he quickly went back to proofreading, circling all my mistakes with a red pen. He was so anal about writing. I never understood it. Where would writing perfect sentences get me in life? Too many rules anyway.

I sat back by the window and brought my knees up to my chest as I peeled the paper off the package. On the actual box beneath the paper, there was a little tag that said 'From: Edward Lonneherr'. What the hell would Eddie send me? I stayed quiet, deciding not to share this with Mace unless I was sure it wasn't anything... embarrassing.

When the top pulled open, an orange bottle stared back at me. It took me a moment or two to recognize it, but I soon realized it was perfume. The oriental blend of mandarin... lemon... and lily or something. I couldn't quite remember, but I remembered how good it smelled. Why would Eddie give me something like that?

"So what is it?" Mace's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "You've been staring at it hard enough. Is it a gag or something?"

"Huh? ... Ah, no. It - It's just... A gift I ordered off the net for my girlfriend." I subtly brought the box down between my chest and legs, and quietly ripped up the tag. I'd ask Eddie about it later. Or maybe it would be smarter to just avoid the guy. I really didn't understand at I was afraid of what would happen when it became clear.

"That's kinda weird for an online shop to send a package without a return address." Even with his suspicion being obvious, he still didn't question me. Instead, he shrugged, and circled something else on my essay. "How the hell did you get into university with these skills?"

But I was glad that he was suspicious. And I was glad he spared me the humiliation of another lie by not asking. Even if it was because he didn't care, he was so kind not to do that to me when others would dig in. He was a friend. How else can I put it?

--

Things weren't always smooth sailing. It was that very evening that it finally occurred to me that I, Ike Cohen, was part of the gay community. All its smiles, all its tears, its blood, it was a part of me. It was a new life that had just begun. Even now, the question tears at me, 'How will I ever survive?' Which would consume me first? My lies or my truth?

The show had ended and all the customers were gone. The cleaning crew was mopping the floors and wiping down the tables. On weekdays, there weren't many performers present. Just a couple side acts since Ciel and an older middle-aged queen entertained for most of the night. All of us sat around the stage, including Denis, and Lachlan had come to see the show and keep me company while Ciel was busy on stage. Denis was smiling and joking with the bartender, his head as shiny as ever.

I sat next to Lachlan as usual. He was kind of unofficially my friend of this second life. It was past time for me to go home, but I had to wait for Ciel, who had promised to give me a ride.

Lachlan stood up suddenly and smiled apologetically at me. "I don't mean to leave you with Ciel, but I've gotta go to my second job. See ya Ike."

"Wait, second job? You've gotta be kidding. At this time of night?" I got up and tugged at his sleeve... maybe a little childishly. "How are you getting there? Maybe Ciel will drive you too..."

He chuckled, and put a friendly arm around my shoulders. "Come on, walk me to the door." He waved goodbye to Denis, who appeared a little upset about it, but he nodded, and muttered a farewell anyway.

As we walked to the door, I watched Denis because I knew there was something he wanted to say to Lachlan, and I kept expecting him to come out with it, but he didn't. Even when Denis met my gaze, he said nothing. I felt like he didn't want Lachlan to go for whatever reason. But before I could ask him about it, Lachlan had led me out the front doors, and stopped to lean against the wall.

"You're really cute, ya know?" He smiled at me, and gently twirled his fingers in my hair.

I returned the smile, full force and took the hand out of my hair. It was embarrassing and yet very flattering the way he was looking at me. With gazes like that, for once I actually felt attractive. "Quit it. You're making me feel like a girl. Wait until I'm wearing a dress to talk to me like that."

"I dunno. You make a very pretty girl, especially with that bullet-stopping smile, but you make an even more beautiful man." He leaned over and delicately treated me to a warm kiss. It lasted about 4 seconds before he pulled back and looked me over. "I gotta get going. I'll see you Friday. Later Ike."

Silly me, I could barely utter a 'bye', let alone tell him to stop. He walked away glancing back to grin at me once. I just stood there for a moment, still able to feel the warmth of his lips on mine. When Lachlan finally disappeared around a corner, I let out a long dreamy sigh, that could have been mistaken for a moan maybe. My back pressed against the cold outer wall, I closed my eyes, and grinned. That was my first kiss with a man, and such a dreamy man at that.

"Hey Faggot!"

My eyes shot open. It took a moment or two to realize the words were directed at me. Three guys, who looked like they were seniors in high school, were walking towards me. Were they bashers? What the hell were bashers doing in le village? It was a little nerve-wracking to be approached by a few guys who could all take me if they were alone, but I wasn't one to show my fear so easily.

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward. "What do you want?"

A blonde yuppie type guy seemed to be leading the pack 'o three. He had glasses and his hair was so carefully placed. He walked right up to me trying to intimidate me with how much bigger he was than me by being close enough so that I could compare. Bullies often did that, so I was skilled in hiding their success in intimidating me. He looked me over with a cruel sneer. "Well aren't you a pretty little fag? That was a cheap goodbye you gave your boyfriend. Not even any tongue."

"Oh well my apologies. Next time, you can kiss my boyfriend for me to show me how it's done." I gave him a sweet smile, glancing at his two friends who were glaring at me with utter disgust. They all looked like they belonged in the suburbs. Hell they probably did.

"You fags are all alike. Sure Sodomy isn't a problem, but you just can't wrap your little pea brains around monogamy." He spat to the side, surprisingly not directing it at me.

I quirked a confused brow at him. "You're not really lecturing me about morals, are you? I'll make you a deal. I'll be more faithful to my imaginary boyfriend if you stop calling me a fag... and maybe take a couple steps back. You are seriously invading my beloved personal space."

"So you're single?" The guy laughed and looked back to his friends, who on cue, laughed too. He then turned back to scrutinize me with his eyes. "That's not surprising. Guys turn fags because they want to have sex with men, not so they can be play with a tiny little girly prick like you."

"Ok now you're just exaggerating. I ain't that small, guys don't 'turn' gay, and I ain't all that girly either. Now if you morons are done embarrassing yourselves, I've gotta get home." But when I moved to leave, his hands shot out and shoved me against the wall.

I yelped at the force, only to cringe when he yanked my arm to the side and pulled me into the back street. He smacked me hard enough to knock me sideways to the filthy ground. My head was spinning and throbbing with pain as they cowered over me and whispered to each other about what they were gonna do. I tried to get back up but a wave of dizziness knocked me back down before they could. They laughed.

On command one of the two followers kneeled behind me and pulled my upper torso onto his lap so he could hold me down firmly. The other one took off his belt and used it to tie my wrists together. Having been in boy scouts myself, I recognized the knots he used. Why didn't they teach us how to get out of knots like that? Damn scouts... The blonde laid his jacket down and kneeled on it, not wanting to get his pants dirty. When I kicked at him, he grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs up into the air.

The guys snickered and as he pushed the legs against my chest, he muttered, "My, my. Look how flexible you are."

I squirmed and tried to kick some more but they were to strong. Still, even knowing it was hopeless, I couldn't allow myself to give up. I just kept struggling to a point where both of the followers had to hold me down. I didn't scream for help though. Back there, I didn't think anyone would hear me, and if they did, they certainly wouldn't come into a dark alley to help in a situation they knew nothing about, and screaming would probably only get me hurt more.

When the blonde pulled my legs back down, sat on them so I couldn't kick, and started removing my pants, it finally occurred to me. I knew I was in trouble. Before I had thought they were just gonna tease me and kick my ass, but when clothes were being removed, it was cause for panic. And panic I did. I struggled with all my strength, trying to kick and attempting to squirm out of their grasps.

"Hey, What should we put in him?" The blonde spoke to one of his friends. "Give me your cell phone."

His friend looked a bit startled. "What? Why mine? I don't want my cell up a guy's ass. Do you have any idea how much it cost? Use your own phone."

"Big deal, you fucking pussy. You can buy a new one, now give me your phone or else I'll make you fuck him yourself and you'll get AIDS."

Normally if it were any other position, I'd argue that point. At the moment I was a little too preoccupied by the thought of losing my virginity to a cellular phone to really care about the faulty AIDS comment. It hurt having my lower back lying on the filthy backstreet pavement. I could feel a couple sharp rocks threatening to pierce my skin. But to be honest, it was more comfortable then my upper body that was resting in one of the guy's laps.

The blonde grinned as the cell was handed to him. It was an expensive model, which meant it was small and compact, but still... I didn't want it anywhere near me. He shoved it in my mouth, practically choking me. As soon as he thought it was wet, he took it back and pressed it up against my other orifice. He didn't even hesitate before forcing it in. I automatically clenched against the intrusion, trying to keep it out and only managing to hurt myself more.

"Ah...Ahh!" I cried out as I could feel my skin beginning to tear. I didn't know something so small could feel like it was splitting me in half. My eyes began to well up with tears as I found some more strength I didn't know I had to squirm even harder. Still it was useless.

The blonde grinned cruelly. "What was that? Making such a sexy noise, you little perverted fag. I can barely get it in, guys I think he's a virgin."

The guys laughed.

It must have been all the way in, with only the short strap out, because I could clench easier. There was a moment of nothing as the blonde smirked and waited for my breathing to calm. Once he thought I got my wits back, he yanked the cell phone right back out. I screamed. At this point I didn't care to keep my mouth shut. The pain was blinding, and so with every last ounce of oxygen in my lungs, I screamed.

Through my screams, I did not hear the sound of a door opening. Nor did they it seemed. They were surprised when someone grabbed the blonde by the back of the shirt and pulled him up. I looked and saw Denis hit the guy in the jaw with a powerful punch, and then come towards where me and the other two were. Being the wimps the guys were, they shouted obscenities at Denis for hurting their friend, but quickly scrambled to their feet and ran away anyway.

The blonde was holding his face, and glaring at me. The glare didn't last long because Denis punched him again, this time in the stomach. When the guy was doubled over, my boss said in a calm voice, "You fuck with my men then you fuck with me."

"He asked for it!" The blonde snarled, and staggered passed Denis, picking up the Cell phone off the ground, and then breaking out in a clumsy sprint as he ran away.

Denis kneeled beside me to untie the belt binding my wrists. He then scooped me up carefully into his arms and slowly walked back into the building. I didn't speak, I was too busy groaning and burying my face into his broad shoulder. My tears were falling freely, probably staining his nice shirt, but I wasn't crying. There were no sobs or whimpers. Even with my ass hanging out and dripping blood, I was in too much pain to be embarrassed.

When he made it out to the main room, only Ciel was still there, probably having been waiting for me so he could drive me home. Denis said softly to the other employee, "Appelle l'hôpital, Ciel."

Ciel frowned with concern, and went over to the phone behind the front desk, and called a hospital, apparently letting them know to expect a patient or something. I wasn't entirely sure what he was saying not that I even cared. But still Denis didn't put me down, holding me protectively close to his chest. I was somewhat thankful for that. I didn't exactly want to sit down in that state, and the air was somewhat soothing on my wound.

"Don't worry," Denis said quietly to me. His smooth accent and deep voice had a strange calming effect, "You're safe now."

--

The hospital kept me overnight, but by first thing in the morning they said I could go home. The effect of what happened didn't really hit me until I woke up that morning. It wasn't necessarily the feeling of having been violated in such a way. I didn't even feel traumatized in that scared little rabbit mentality. But it was something very deep and emotionally troubling. It was the idea that the experience was the start of something very bad. Being bashed like that meant that I was actually part of that community.

When I called my parents to come pick me up, they were busy. Since I told them I had gotten into a fight and that was it, they didn't see the need to rush over and comfort me, though my dad sounded a little too proud. Good. At least someone was getting something good out of the experience. I didn't have the mental strength to call someone else and beg for a ride. I didn't want to inconvenience anyone because I would just have to lie to them anyway. But still, having my parents say no to such a simple request was hurtful. Common sense told me that I was being unreasonable to expect them to pity me with the lie I gave them, but I couldn't help but feel resentful... and maybe a little lonely.

I was completely dressed, and had prescription pain killers in my pocket. Just as I was heading out the front doors of the hospital, I saw a familiar car. But there were tons of cars like that in Montreal, but it was a very pricey one and there weren't many like it in the area. Had Mace come? No there was no way Mace would know. So I figured it was someone for someone else, and walked right passed.

"Ivory."

I turned as I was crossing the fire lane towards the busy street. A glance back to that car proved a little surprising as I saw Eddie starting the engine. How he knew was beyond me, but apparently he and Denis knew each other well so maybe that was how he knew.

Eddie glanced at me, his face as expressionless as ever. "Aren't you going to get in?"

"Why should I? When did I ask you to come? What right do you have to make the assumption that I want a ride?" I had no clue what I was talking about, but it felt good to bitch.

Of course, Mister-look-at-me-I'm-so-hot-and-stoic-and-stuff, simply reached over the other seat to open the passenger door for me. "Well you've covered When, why, and what. Do I have to wait through who and where before we can get going? Get in."

It took me a moment, but finally I just shrugged and complied, climbing into the car and pulling the door shut. As soon as I buckled my seatbelt he pulled into drive and sped off. In a somewhat shy tone, I muttered, "Thank you..."

"For what?"

I smiled at him and answered, "For the perfume."

And with that smile, I could have sworn I seen him blush...

TBC... ...