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Hope Is A Waking Dream	By : IrishKisser Category: G through L > Glee Views: 2911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Rory Flanigan or the show Glee. I do not make any profit from this, it is written purely for fun and for other fans.

Chapter List
- 1-Hope Is A Waking Dream
- 2-Stay Still Sweetheart
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Chapter 2: Stay Still Sweetheart
Rory stayed up all night in his room, staring outside of the window at the rain covered world. He wanted nothing more than to crawl out of the window with just the clothes on his back and go find Vanessa, to ask her to adopt him and take him away from this lonely life. But he knew he couldn’t. He knew he had no other option but to stay here, with Markus. Crazy bastard… Rory thought, the events of earlier playing through his mind. The way Markus pulled his hair, scolded him for dinner, the way he got into Rory’s personal space and installing fear into his mind, enjoying every moment of it. Sick bastard… Rory thought. But worst of all, Rory hated himself. He hated the fact that he didn’t do anything to protest or argue; he hated the fact that he felt so weak in Markus’ presence alone. The man intimidated Rory, with his large stature, small fuse, and split personality. Rory wasn’t sure what was going on in this household, but he knew from the second he walked into the door that there was something off about Markus. Stupid bastard… Rory thought, now mentally scolding himself. Why did you just stand there…? Why didn’t you say something? The truth was Rory knew already why he didn’t argue with Markus. Because arguing was what got him kicked out of his last orphanage. Fighting was what got him sent here, his last and only hope. There was nowhere else after this, just… nothing. There was no telling how long Rory would last in this house but he hoped it would be longer than his last orphanage.
A soft knock on the door aroused Rory from his thoughts and he looked at the clock that read 12:13 AM. What the- another knock on the door, this time a little louder. Rory stood off of his bed, slowly walking towards the door on the cold wooden floor with his bare feet. He hesitated, his hand almost touching the door knob. Taking a moment and a deep breath, he grabbed the doorknob and turned it, opening the door.
A young boy stood on the other side, a smile on his face but that smile didn’t quite reach his chocolate brown eyes,” Hello.”
Rory wasn’t sure what to say, he was under the impression that nobody liked him here from earlier but now he realized that this boy wasn’t one of the two from the kitchen.
“Hi,” Rory barely whispered, afraid to be too loud.
“My name is Pierre,” The boyish face of Pierre smiled when he stuck out his hand for Rory to shake. Hesitating once more, Rory took his hand and shook it,” you’re Rory. I heard about you from Sean.”
“Sean?”
“Oh, sorry. I probably should have assumed that he wouldn’t introduce himself. He’s quite shy. He said that Zack and Ryan were talking about you, about the… kitchen..,” Pierre seemed embarrassed to bring the incident up, a light blush creeping up on his cheeks.
“I’m guessing Zack and Ryan are the ones who don’t like me very much…,” Rory assumed they were the ones who glared at him, cleaning up the broken dish off of the floor.
“Don’t take it personally. When there’s new…uh, orphans, Markus gets a little more on edge and tends to…uh… “
“Have a huge temper?” Rory tried.
“Well, he already has that. It’s just more noticeable I guess when he’s irritable. It’s just something you get used to, over time,” Pierre smiled.
“So he’s always like that?” Rory asked unbelievingly.
“He can be… nice, sometimes. Just, don’t push him is my only advice to you. And don’t ever mention moving out or anything, it makes him feel… unappreciated, I guess.”
Rory nodded, taking in the new information about his new caretaker.
“So why are you up so late, Pierre?” Rory asked, curious as to why anyone was even awake. But then again, he was awake.
“I have a… had a… uh… project. For school,” Pierre suddenly became nervous and Rory could tell he was lying but Pierre seemed fragile, so he didn’t push him.
“Well, thank you for saying ‘hello’, Pierre. I think I’m going to go to bed now,” Rory wasn’t lying, he suddenly felt exhausted and his bed called his name.
“Oh, sorry. Okay, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow than,” and with that Pierre left down the hall to his own room and shut the door quietly behind him.
Rory stood in his doorway for a moment, staring at Pierre’s room with racing thoughts that didn’t make any sense in his tired state.
“Decided a late night than, huh?” The voice startled Rory who jumped around to see Markus standing in his pajamas and a wife beater.
“Oh…no. I uh… I was just heading to bed,” Rory’s voice wavered and he inwardly cursed himself for it.
“Yea, I’m sure,” Markus nodded tiredly, walking slowly up to Rory who grew more nervous the closer he got to him. Markus stood in front of him a few moments later, his arm causing Rory to slightly flinch when it rises to rest on the doorframe above Rory’s head. He didn’t know why he flinched; maybe it was because it always seemed that Markus would strike him at any given moment. Stop being scared of him! Rory yelled at himself.
Markus was merely inches from Rory’s, goose bumps rising as Markus’ breath grazed his cheek. What is that smell…?
“Have you been drinking?” Rory asked when he smelled the familiar stench of alcohol on Markus’ breath. Rory could now see that his eyes were slightly swollen, his stature a bit less composed than it was earlier, his balance only slightly swaying.
“A grown man can have a drink or two, it helps with the stress of everyday life of putting up with brats like you,” He pointed and poked his finger in Rory’s chest. Rory would never admit to him or anyone that it actually slightly hurt.
“I wasn’t saying that you couldn’t. I wasn’t,” Rory suddenly rushed out defensively, wary that he was stuck between an enclosed space and a drunken man who scared him more than he would ever care to admit.
“I have an idea. You seem to be having trouble sleeping, why don’t you come sleep in my bed?” Markus smiled; his eyes lulling slightly in a tired state.
“I think you’ve been drinking a lot, sir. I should probably just go to bed,” Rory whispered, worried about upsetting Markus.
“Non-sense. Come on,” Markus grabbed Rory’s hand and dragged him down the hall, causing Rory to gasp at the sudden movement and yank.
“I-I really don’t think this is a good idea!” Rory nearly yelled, protesting as Markus dragged him into the last door on the left. Markus ignored his complaints, throwing him onto a large king sized bed covered in gold silk sheets and four large posts that held up a red curtain around the bed. The landing took the breath out of Rory, his heart pounding in his chest, causing his breath to come in deep short gasps. Rory had landed on his knees and hands in the bed, the room only lit by a warm table lamp beside the bed the made the whole room glow.
“M-Markus…?” Rory didn’t know why he stuttered when he was scared. Hell, he didn’t know why he didn’t stand up and walk away right now. Maybe he knew deep down that there was no escaping Markus Holloway. There was no hiding from the boogeyman. No matter what disguise he came in, he always found Rory.
Rory felt the bed dip behind him, it slowly crept up until he felt a large hand on his lower back, and it gently sneaked under Rory’s night shirt and rubbed up his back to grip his shoulder. Rory’s eyes were wide; he stared intently at the silk covered pillow in front of him. When the hand shifted to his ribs and to his chest is when Rory finally realized what was happening and he tried to move away but Markus’ other hand caught him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him back and causing Rory to choke as he gripped at his shirt to pull it away. Markus easily slammed Rory back down on the bed, on his back this time, his hand still gripping Rory’s shirt.
He looked pissed and Rory’s breath hitched when he moved his face towards Rory’s ear like earlier, and whispered,” I can feel you shaking…are you scared?”
Rory tried to control his breathing but he immediately gripped Markus’s shirt tightly when he felt a leg shift between his thighs. He didn’t know why, maybe he could push him off, maybe he could head butt him… maybe he could appeal to his better nature. Markus moved his lips down to Rory’s neck; he could feel his racing heartbeat as he kissed the nape of his neck, moving slowly down to his collar bone. Than he stopped unexpectedly, looking up to Rory whose lip was visibly quivering, his eyes shut tight with tears that were previously un-noticed going down his face.
“What was that?” Markus smiled, shifting up to be face to face with Rory,” I didn’t hear you.”
Bottom lip still quivering, eyes still shut tight, Rory repeated himself,” Pl-Please… Please, Please, Please, please, don’t. D-Don’t do this…” Rory hated himself more than ever at this very moment. He’s never begged for anything in his short pathetic life yet here he was, pinned to a king sized bed, and with an oversized man on top of him with god knows what on his mind. This is what it took for Rory to realize how good he had it. How amazing life was to him with all things considered. This is karma, kicking his ass for being an unappreciative brat.
“I don’t know… I really had my heart set on fucking you tonight,” Markus sighed dramatically, a look of fake disappointment written on his face. Rory slowly opened his eyes to look at Markus, a visible gulp going down his throat. He controlled more tears flowing, but he couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. His eyebrows were in a frown, his eyes teary and pleading.
Markus looked at him,” Fine.” He sighed this but smiled,” but only on one condition.”
Rory’s eyes went wide; he stared at Markus with concern in his eyes.
“I want you to kiss me. I want you to crawl up to me, I want you to caress my face in your hand, and I want you to kiss me like you mean it,” Markus explained, sitting up on Rory’s lap,” understand?”
Rory took a moment to process his words, and then it took him a moment longer to consider his options. He gulped once again, biting his lip in thought and fear. On one hand, he could do what Markus demanded and that would be the end of it. On another hand, Markus could be lying. He would do what he wanted even if Rory complied. And on another hand that is inconspicuously there, he could run. How far would he get? Where would he go?
Rory never had much since he lost his parents, losing them so young left him in this world and inexperienced. So when Rory had a good memory, he savored it. He always dreamed about what his first kiss would be like. In most, he would be on a picnic in a field of flowers. It was spring; nature would be blooming and vibrant. His first girlfriend that he would care for more than anything would be sitting across from him, laughing at a cheesy joke. She would eat a grape; look at him with a light smile, the sun warming her face and golden hair. She would lean down to Rory from her sitting position and she would kiss him. He would imagine that it would taste like the grape she ate and strawberry from the bubble gum she always chewed. He never imagined… his whole life, that his first kiss would be stolen from him and from a man. He believed that fact was what bothered him the most. He never thought about men. He was certain of his sexuality, he didn’t have to go far to know who he was attracted to.
“Well?” Markus’ eyebrow raised, his hand that wasn’t supporting his weight travelled down Rory’s stomach, almost reaching his waistband.
Not saying a word, Rory nodded his head, fresh tears forming in his eyes. Markus smiled, momentarily cupping his cheek in his hand, and shifting to the head of the bed, awaiting Rory’s move.
Rory’s heart pounded. He felt that it would jump out of his chest and simply escape this heart breaking moment that he was about to do. Rory sat up, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes. He turned his head, hesitant to look at Markus who smiled at him encouragingly.
“I promise I won’t bite… hard.”
Rory bit his bottom lip once again, shifting his weight so he was on his knees. ‘…crawl towards me…’ Rory gripped the sheets in his hands tightly; afraid he would sway and show Markus how much this affected him.
“Running is useless, Rory.”
Rory suddenly looked up to stare at Markus, his eyebrow furrowed.
Markus chuckled,” You’d have to break the code on the front door. If you still managed to break out, I know everyone. I know every inch of this town, I would find you. And honestly, who would they believe Rory? Me, a trusting and honest caregiver who gives to the community by opening his door to orphans? Or you, a young and troubled teen who was kicked out of every orphanage he’s ever been in?”
There’s a code on the front door…? Rory thought, more hope dwindled from his spirit.
Markus smiled warmly, making a ‘come here’ gesture with his hands as if he was trying to get a toddler to wobble towards him,” come here. I promise, it’s not that bad. It’s just a kiss, Rory. It’s not like I’m ravaging your body for every inch of pleasure I can get, now am I?”
No, but you were going to before I begged you otherwise… Rory griped, the truth now hitting him full force. I was almost… almost…
Markus made the gesture again, calling for Rory. Rory couldn’t help the violent shaking that coursed through his body, causing him difficulty as he slowly inched his way towards Markus. He put his arms on either side of Markus’ legs, crawling over them and lightly breathing on Markus’ stomach, making Markus shift, his member visibly growing. Rory swallowed hard, moving to meet Markus face to face once again. His body shook tremendously, his nerves on end. ”…caress my face in your hand…”
Rory didn’t move for a moment, completely still as a statue. Then, his left arm slowly lifted, his hand trembling as it made contact with Markus’ cheek, and he cupped his face fully. Markus moved his hand to cover Rory’s, keeping it firmly in place as he looking adoringly at Rory. It was then that Rory realized that Markus was lost in a dream where what was happing right now, was a romantic moment in his life. Rory thought he was gonna be sick.
Biting his lip, Rory was painfully slow at inching his face towards Markus’ but he couldn’t delay it any more. ‘…and kiss me like you mean it…’. His quivering lips met dry and rough lips, instantly resulting in Markus reacting, kissing him back. Markus’ other hand snaked up to comb through Rory’s hair, the movement causing Rory to flinch and grab a death hold of the headboard with his right hand. Holding on to something just made him feel more solid, safer… even though he knew he wasn’t.
It wasn’t long until Markus bucked, grinding his erection into Rory’s small hips, scaring Rory instantly. The kiss broke and Rory fought every instinct he had in his body not to run. He stayed where he was, his eyes wide and more tears freely falling from his eyes, landing on Markus’ stomach due to Rory pulling back away. Rory expected him to be angry that he broke off, he expected Markus’ to reveal that he was lying and do what he intended to do in the first place. But he didn’t…
Rory felt a large and warm hand grab his fisted fingers in the sheets, pulling Rory down. Rory hesitated but Markus smiled up at him and started humming, pulling Rory’s head down to lie down on his bare shoulder, his shirt serving to dry the tears. He wrapped his arms around Rory’s smaller body and hummed a lullaby that was unfamiliar to Rory. He hated Markus; he hated how scared he felt and how tense his body was even as it shook in Markus’ arms, but somehow… just somehow, he found himself dozing off, his eyes closing, and the lullaby lulling him to sleep.

A/N:….don’t be mad at me!! I have strange ways of showing my affection towards guys that I think are cute/hot/sexy/smexy/zackyvengeance. This is just my style I guess, I don’t know. I’m still working on the “make things slower” but I worry that it might be TOO slow, which is why I need your opinion! *dies but then revives for she needs to finish this story*
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