Accidents happen (Aubrey)

Another long night stretched in front of him. After they locked them down for the night, there was lots of lying around in the dark, waiting to go to sleep. Honestly, most of the time, some of them would talk or do other things, but Nate hadn't really participated. He didn't like the people he roomed with, and he wished he could get it changed, but that was not likely to happen. So he just settled with the hand he'd been dealt. It wasn't like his new therapist was going to do anything to help him. No, she was far more interested in taping up his fingers because he scratched lightly. God forbid he should accidentally hurt himself, there was no telling what she'd tape up then. At least the other doctor was honest about what would happen. The new one just did things.

He tossed in the narrow bunk, putting his back to the room and facing the wall. He hadn't had anyone to draw on, much less the chance to, ever since the extra chores had been assigned to him. The extra chores weren't all that bad, really, they just kept him from seeking out time with Ellen or Ace. He was kept under watch, and it was slowly driving him a bit nuts. Well, more nuts than he was already supposed to be. He'd had the little run-in with Cecil, but even that had been less than helpful. Not that he'd expected much of it. Cecil was an odd duck, and Nate still hadn't figured him out. He wondered if he would before he got out of this place. Probably not.

The frustration had been building, and he'd reached a breaking point. Without even realizing he was doing it, he'd scratched two deep furrows in his arm, the warm blood welling up and being swirled over his skin. He only realized what he'd done when he felt a long smear run down his arm and into his hand. Well shit, now they would tape him up again and he'd be screwed. He sat up, pushing a hand against the wall and leaving a couple of bloody fingerprints on the wall. He wasn't bleeding much, enough to notice, but not enough to supply him with any sort of real ink. Maybe....Oh no...that was an awful idea. But it was an idea that would work. Hopefully.

"Aubrey. Aubrey!" Nate whispered harshly into the darkness. His eyes were becoming accustomed to the lack of light, and he could make up the outline of the other boy in his bunk. He needed Aubrey to help him clean up this mess before he got caught. Aubrey had a blood fetish, and he was bleeding. It seemed like a perfect match, if only the damn guy would get up and come over here. Nate climbed down from his bunk, cradling his arm and trying to be very careful about getting blood anywhere but himself. If they were caught.... He pushed that thought out of his head and shook Aubrey's shoulder. "Aubrey! Wake the fuck up man."

Aubrey groaned softly as he was roused from his slumber. Soft yet demanding hands had found their way to his body and were shaking him awake, driving him from dreams of hospital wards and razor blades. Some of his favorite dreams had begun and ended there so it was obvious he wasn’t pleased to be taken from his dream land. His hand dashed across his eyes as he squinted into the semidark. His eyes slowly made out a vision of a human standing there. Well crouching rather given the height of the bunkbed. Nathaniel. Why the fuck was Nate talking to him, or better question, touching him. They weren’t friends, they weren’t even really on easy speaking terms. Hell last time they had exchanged words had been across the room from one another as Aubrey had attempted to comfort Ira. Now Ira was gone and Nate was crouched over him.

“The fuck do you –“

He had left his thought process somewhere buried in the pillows along with the fluff of whatever synthetic crap went into the lumpy mound that he rested his head on at night. His hand was reaching out and attempting to pull Nate’s arm close. There was a dark streak there that called to him, that made him curious. And as he dipped his nose to the skin his nose picked up the acrid scent that he knew so well.

And the entire world went still.

All that was left was the soft drumming he could hear behind his ears, faint but oh so familiar that he knew how to listen for it even in the midst of a crowd. That soft language of love he'd learned that only used two syllable words: lub dub. Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub and on and on, never ending, never tiring and never complaining about the job that was given to it. Instead just the continuous gentle ebb and flow of vermilion that washed into the organ and back out with soft waves that traveled along blue highways and red back-roads along his body to fuel him, to nourish him. To arouse him. What other mistress held that soft siren song? There was no man nor woman whom could speak to him the way that platelets and plasma could. There wasn't a perfume nor cologne that could come close to emulating that intoxicating woody yet metallic smell that wafted from cuts and punctures of skin and muscle. There was nothing so sweet as the scent of blood pooled between bodies and left to become sticky there between them, binding them together in a way that flesh couldn't do. Down to a microscopic level there was a stain that they shared after that moment that water, nor soap, nor the scrabbling of desperate fingers the morning after could erase.

He attempted to yank the boy close.

“You better be offering this as a peace because if not I’m going to be very pissed with such a cock-tease.”

The moment that Aubrey realized Nate was bleeding, his words died off and he jerked Nate's arm closer, almost toppling the brunette atop him. His other hand caught on the rail above his head, stopping the headlong fall initiated by the pull. "Jeez, Aubrey, watch it." His exclamation was whispered, although it was still loud in the otherwise quiet room. When Aubrey spoke, Nate's brows drew together and a frown crossed over his face. He had no interest what so ever in cock-blocking Aubrey, no intention on doing anything that involved cocks with Aubrey. The blood fetish the boy had was simply convenient at the moment.

"Dude, I don't want to know anything about your cock. Just be a dear and clean that up for me. The last thing either of us needs is to get caught." He was hoping that the boy controlling his arm would help, since he seemed to like blood it had appeared to be the logical choice. He was depending on Aubrey to assist him, so that both of them could address their issues without letting the staff know. The staff would certainly not approve of the arrangement, despite how much it might help the both of them.

Nate shifted, finding an uncomfortable perch on the edge of Aubrey's bed, his legs spread to brace him. He could feel Aubrey's fingers digging into his skin, and the disturbance of the hair on his arm from the other boy's breath. Every sensation seemed multiplied by the want in Aubrey's grasp. Nate knew what that was like. When he drew, the world contracted to a pinpoint, only the area that was being drawn on or in being important. Everything else just seemed to fade away, and nothing was as important as that little spot. Completely focused and in tune with what they knew themselves to be. What they weren't allowed to be most of the time.

The whole "family" thing was a crock of shit, and Nate knew that the boys in this dorm would never get along as "family". No, they would tolerate each other until they could escape from this hellhole, and then they'd go on their merry way. He was pretty sure that most of the kids in this place wouldn't be "cured" before they left, he knew he wouldn't.

"Hurry up, they are going to do bed checks soon, and we'll be screwed. There might even be some more up on my bunk, but I won't know till morning. Unless you have a flashlight or something." He was anxious, jumpy. He already had extra chores, he didn't need to get another set of chores. Triple chores would leave him absolutely no free time at all.