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Without You I'm Nothing (Chapter 39 up now!)	By : urbanephoenix Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Placebo Views: 5829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know any members of Placebo or their families, and I do not profit from these writings.

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STEFAN.

Stef slumped to the ground, the phone falling with him. He felt someone open the door, a woman. Her echoing voice asking if he was ok.

“C…Court! Got to…. He’s…. coming… C….tney…”

***

Stef woke up. He was in a white bed, wearing a white robe in a white room. Had he gone crazy? Tilting his head to the side he saw Courtney, head in his hands, sitting by the bed.

“Hey.” He muttered.

The red head jumped to his feet. “Stef! You’re, oh thank God you’re ok.”

“I’m in… hospital?”

Courtney looked at him, shocked. Carefully pulling away the robe, he revealed a huge gash across Stef’s middle, accompanied by dozens of tiny stitches. “What happened?” he asked.

“I… don’t know…” the blonde lied.

“Stefan, it’s a good thing that lady called you an ambulance! By the time I got there you were unconscious and covered in blood! You don’t remember what happened?”
He remembered perfectly. But Michael’s threat to hurt Brian was what stood out the most. “No.”

The older boy was looking nervous. “I told them I’m your brother,” he explained. “otherwise they would have kicked me out. Look, Stef… something horrible happened to you.”

“H.. how do you know?”

“They did tests, x-rays, examinations and everything. The doctor said you’d been tied up and beaten before someone… cut you.” He had tears in his eyes saying those last words. “And… there was evidence that someone had… done things to you. Sexual things.”

Stef was shocked. They could tell? Michael had said the bruises wouldn’t show! “I… don’t know.” He looked away, unable to lie to Courtney to his face.

“I don’t believe you. Someone hurt you, you know who and I want you to tell me.”

“Why?”

“So I can go and kill them.” Courtney replied sounding totally serious. “Was it your friend Brian?”

“No! No it wasn’t Brian.”

“I thought you didn’t remember?”

“He… he’s too small anyway, no way he could hurt anyone, let alone someone my size. Look, I don’t know. I’m sorry. It just…. Ugh… hurts.”

Pushing the blonde hair from Stef’s face, Courtney leaned in and planted a kiss on his forehead. “It’s ok,” he smiled. “as long as you’re alright. Do you want me to call your parents?”

“No, no they don’t need to know.”

“Stef…”

“Please?” he pleaded. The last thing he needed was his father asking questions, as he so loved to do.

“Ok lovely, anything I can do?”

“Just… stay?”

Courtney smiled. “You’ve got it.”

BRIAN.

Brian was so relieved to be at Michael’s place. He’d had a terrible couple of days and being held in the safe arms of a beautiful, caring boy such as him felt so good. “How was your business thing?” he asked.

“Huh? What business thi… oooh that um, yeah fine.” Michael replied, stroking Brian’s long silky hair.

The smaller boy chuckled. “What’s with the ruler?” he asked. In the dish rack next to the sink was a large metal ruler, drying.

“What’s with all the questions?” he tilted Brian’s head back, kissing him hard on his small lips. “It’s getting late, fancy some… fun?” he smiled.

“I thought you’d never ask. What did you have in mind?”

Michael took his hand and led him into the bedroom. Brian smiled, rope was tied to the four posts of the bed, he was in for a good night.

COURTNEY.

Stefan was asleep again and Courtney was glad. It was too hard seeing him in pain while awake. Pacing around the hospital room he didn’t know what to do. He’d known this boy all of… two days? Why did he care so much? No, he knew why.

He couldn’t decide whether Stef was telling the truth about not remembering what had happened. How could someone just… forget? Sitting in the hospital lobby he started flipping through a phone book. O… Oakwood, Odman, Older, ah… there it was.

BRIAN.

He’d never been tied up before, but Brian felt exhilarated. The ropes were tight around his wrists and ankles but he loved being at Michael’s mercy.

“Whatever will I do with you?” the taller boy croaked, leaning over his subordinate. “To be cruel, or to be kind? What do you think you deserve?”

Brian smiled. “Do what you want, I’m all yours.”

MICHAEL AND BRIAN.

“Mmm and that’s what I love about you.” Michael ran his hand down the smaller boy’s delicate, naked body. “You are so very… perfect. Not a mark on you.”

The flattery along with the stimulation made Brian’s mind race. He had always been one for attention, and this was his favourite kind. He pulled in frustration at the restraints enjoying every touch.

Michael reveled in the annoyance he was causing. Still on a high from his assault of Stef earlier, he had worked up an appetite only Brian could satisfy, an appetite for unapologetic, mindless sex. The knowledge he was the same bed as he had been earlier when he tore apart the blonde, the blood-stained sheets covered by new black ones, the same rope tied to the bedposts, was the biggest turn on.

“So, my sexy little minx,” he said. “this is what’s going to happen. I’m going to leave you tied, I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to like it.”

Brian was getting used to Michael’s style. Some may see it as domineering and aggressive, but the black haired boy knew it was more than that. It was his way of being creative in the bedroom. Or so he thought. “I always like it, baby.” He smiled.

The smile quickly vanished from his face as he felt Michael push inside of him. No warning, no preparation, just hot pain shooting up inside of him. Pulling harder on the restraints distracted from the burning sensation, but did nothing to block out the pain from Michael pumping into him harder and faster than he had before, especially right off the bat. Brian groaned, half in pleasure, half in pain. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good, but he has hoped that tonight they could have been a bit more… tender.

Not wasting any time, Michael pulled Brian’s legs further apart, causing them to rub against the ropes restraining them.

“Ah, that hurts!” Brian hissed as he felt the ropes burning and tugging his wrists. This was entirely different to sex they'd had before. Michael wasn't aiming for his prostate, or making any effort to simulate him in any way. Brian couldn't help but feel frustrated, trying to push himself harder into the blonde, angle himself to hit that sweet spot.

“You’ll be right.” Michael told him, hardly taking any notice. This wasn’t about Brian. It was about him, it was about what had taken place in this very spot mere hours ago. That’s what was driving him. Remembering back to it, the long haired boy had trouble controlling himself. The blood, the dominance, the fear and terror in Stef’s eyes. All of it was just so-

Brian’s eyes widened as he felt Michael cum hard into him. Never before had he been fucked by someone who finished first, or so quickly. It was over before he'd had time to even register he was indeed having sex. What was he supposed to do?

Michael tilted his head back in post orgasmic bliss, his sweaty body relishing the feeling. It hadn’t lasted long, but it was all he needed. Climbing off of Brian, who was still very aroused, he undid the ropes and headed for the bathroom.

“You can show yourself out!” he called, turning on the shower.

Brian was speechless. He lay there, unsatisfied and confused. What about him? He looked down, his erection still very much.. well… erect. Struggling to put his clothes on, he managed to calm down enough to do up his tight jeans and stagger over to the bathroom.

“Uh, Michael?”

“What!?” he was obviously in the shower by now, his voice muffled by the water.

“Is everything ok? I… I’m confused…”

“Just go!” Michael called back. “We can talk about it later. You have to go.”

Brian headed for the front door, unsure of what had just happened. In their short relationship, he and Michael had managed to have sex… .well, rather frequently, and never before had he been so carelessly discarded, let alone told to leave. There must be a rational explanation, the blonde had been under a lot of stress recently. Yeah, that was it. Rubbing his red wrists, Brian closed the door behind him, starting the long walk home.

***

Michael got out of the shower, rubbing a towel through his long, wet hair. He didn’t want Brian to stay, he didn’t need him to. He tugged off the new black bed sheets, revealing the purple, blood stained ones. Smiling, the blonde lay down on the bed, admiring the evidence of his conquest that afternoon. “Mm Stef,” he muttered to himself. “you certainly do leave a lasting impression.”

BRIAN.

It was well after midnight by the time Brian got home. He’d spent the walk from Michael’s apartment pondering that evening. What he’d said, and done… struggling to think of what might have happened, how he could have upset his lover. It must be his fault. Damnit Brian, you always ruin these things!

Taped to the door of Brian’s bedroom was a note, judging by the flawless handwriting, written by his father.

“Cameron called. Stephan is at St. John’s Hospital.”

Brian didn’t know who Cameron was supposed to be, but ‘Stephan’ could only be Stef. Dumping his bag, he ran back down stairs, slamming the door behind him.

COURTNEY.

He was still asleep. He looked so beautiful when he slept, so peaceful. Courtney paced around the hospital room, as he’d spent most of the evening doing. He was tired and wanted sleep, but he couldn’t leave Stefan alone. The silence was killing him, along with the boredom.

“NO, I’m looking for STEFAN OLSDAL!” a voice from the corridor yelled. “Not Steve, not Stan, STEFAN! Who am… I’m… his cousin! I need to see him!”

Courtney stepped outside, a small, black haired boy in tight jeans and a blue t-shirt was waving his arms around hysterically, talking to a nurse who looked a little frightened. This must be him.

“Brian?”

The boy turned to face him, his green eyes wide and full of concern. “Who are you?”

“I’m Courtney. Stef’s uh… friend.”

Brian frowned suspiciously. “You… called my house? How did you get my number?”

“Oh it was quite easy actually. See, I got Stef’s last name off his identification bracelet issued by the hospital,” the red head explained. “then I searched the phone book, there are only two Olsdal families in London, I got lucky on the first one. After much questioning I convinced Stef’s father to look in his room for something with your phone number. Stefan must be pretty messy, it took forever, but eventually he found where you’d left your home number in his school diary! So he gave it to me, and I called your home but you weren’t there. Your father said he’d pass on the message. Took a bit longer than I thought.”

Brian stood there looking dumfounded. “You did… what? How did you know my na- look doesn’t matter. What’s happened? Is Stef ok?”

Courtney led the black haired boy into Stef’s room where he lay, still fast asleep.

“Oh god! Is he… is he…” Brian exclaimed.

“No, he’s just asleep. He’s ok.”

Brian slumped back into an armchair, clearly relieved. “What happened?” He asked.

Courtney shrugged, “I’d like to know that myself. He’s been beaten badly, lost a lot of blood from a deep cut on his chest, and… someone… did things to him.” He couldn’t bring himself to say it. He didn’t want to admit even to himself, that Stef had most likely been raped.

BRIAN.

How had this happened? Why? Who? No, he knew who. It had to be the boys from school. They were so mad when Stef came out, who else would do this?

“I think Stef knows who did it,” Courtney said quietly. “but he won’t tell. He’s scared.”

Brian looked up. That didn’t sound like Stef. He was private, but not one to let himself be walked over. “I… don’t understand…” he muttered.

A long silence filled the room, the pair looking at their sleeping friend sadly.

“What happened to your wrists?” Courtney asked.

Without realizing it, Brian had been rubbing the rope burns on his arm, trying to sooth the pain. “Oh, nothing.”

“You know, they look kind of like Stefan’s!”

What? Brian stood up to take a closer look at Stef. Sure enough, he had almost identical rope burns. The coincidence sent a shiver down his spine.

“I hear you’re dating Michael…” Courtney said, after another awkward silence.

“Oh don’t you start.” Brian spat, rolling his eyes and sitting back down.

The red head joined him. “I’m not going to lecture you or anything… I just…. It’s just something I heard, is all.”

“What are we going to do?” Brian didn’t know why he asked. What could they do, even if they knew who had hurt Stef? Surely he may be able to find out some details at school on Monday, if he was correct in assuming it was his classmates who were responsible. But then what?
Courtney ignored his question, Brian assumed because of its redundancy. “So,” he said, trying to break the ice. This was the first time they’d met after all, and it couldn’t have been in a worse situation. “you said you’re Stef’s ‘friend’. I was under the impression it was more than that?”

“Really?” the older boy asked excitedly. “I mean, I had hoped that’s where it was going, but I wasn’t positive that’s what he wanted.”

“Oh, so you guys haven’t uh… you know?” Instantly Brian knew he’d gone too far. Just because he had no problems sharing intimate details of his sex life, didn’t mean everyone else was the same.

Courtney smiled. “No, he wanted to wait. Smart boy. So, you guys are school friends?”

“Well… I don’t know. We have a very... complicated, and ever-changing relationship.” Brian laughed dryly. Seeing the look on Courtney’s face he quickly added, “I don’t mean RELATIONSHIP relationship, I mean…”

“It’s ok. Stef brushed over that at one point. He really cares about you, Brian. He worries about you.”

“Looks like I’m not the one he should be worried about.” Brian said, looking back to the bed. “He will be ok, right?”

“The doctor said so, but I’m not so sure. His denial scares me.” Courtney said sadly sighing.

“Mhmm” Stef moaned, tossing in his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting with the sudden light invading them. “C…ourtney?” he muttered.

“I’m here.” The red head smiled. “So is someone else.”

“B.. Brian!?” It wasn’t the reaction Brian had expected. Stefan’s eyes widened, he looked truly horrified. “How… when… wh… Brian, you can't be here!”

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A/N: Short one today, since it's 4:19am.
I did something different in this one (using Courtney's POV). No, it's not something I'm going to do often, in fact, I probabably won't do it again.

Thoughts, feelings etc are all welcome =)
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