Warning: Non-consensual moments, foul language, and violence below (not to the point of death or rape, though).
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Feeling thirsty after the fifth song or so, Finian made a beeline to the punch bowl in the back. The juice featured several layers of sweetness and a slight tang that he couldn't quite place on the spot. In any case, the punch was both refreshing and delicious.
Jack saw that Fin had left the gyrating throng under the flashing lights. Trying to use sign language above his head was sloppy and confusing, but he got his message across to Finian.
Done dancing?
Finian grinned, sending him a message of his own. Dancing? Soon! He gulped down another cup of punch and jumped right back into the dance floor, fully intending to continue celebrating with his graduating class.
Jack was into the little bottles of water placed in ice buckets around the room. He thought they were cute. Finian stayed with the yummy punch. They took a break and had some more snacks when the music stopped to announce the prom's king and queen. The winners were predictable. The girl who won queen wasn't too bad. Jack remembered her name was Kelly something. She was pretty and popular, but not a raging bitch. She was active in several sports and had a softball scholarship for college that fall.
Dale, the prom king, was a raging douche. He was popular and played football. Dale also was one of Finian's most active bullies. Apparently, the guy didn't need to be kind to win. Kelly didn't look very pleased to have to dance with him after the crowning, but she smiled politely and went along, keeping her body away from his. Jack made a face and turned away from the dance floor, turning his attention back to his plate. He had found a huge platter of cream cheese mints hiding on a side table. He threw several in his mouth and hummed happily.
Finian decided to grab some more of the caramel-stuffed chocolates. He wasn't surprised to see who won. After the king and queen danced, they began to announce the 'most likely to' winners. Jack got the 'most dateable' and 'best all-around' awards. Fin himself got the 'best eyes' and 'best smile' awards, the latter which surprised him more than the former.
Jack fist-bumped his blushing bestie when the spotlight swung to Gloria Samson who won 'best smile' for the girls. Jack headed off for a bathroom break when the music and dancing started back up.
"I'll be back to shake my ass in a minute, Fin." The brunet waved as he went to hunt down a restroom.
Finian decided to get some more of the addictive punch in the back. He was halfway into his third glass when he started to feel hot and giddy. Too hot and too giddy, in fact. The blue-eyed teen made his way around the dance floor and outside into the cooler air.
"Good grief..." He grumbled as he took a deep breath of the night air. "Someone must have spiked the punch..."
The air felt cool and sweet. It was a nice night for late April. Fin drew in a deep breath as he leaned against the side of the building. The blond's head tipped to the side lazily and he blinked at a little iron gate between two bushes. His steps were deceptively steady as he walked through the gate. There was a path of simple patio paving stones that made a circle around a cement fountain. There were a few benches in front of thick bushes with sleepy flowerbeds between them, mulched and waiting for May or June.
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Dale was having quite a night. He was the prom king, against all odds. And one of his team mates had been able to spike the punch without getting caught. He took a few glass fulls of the punch himself as the night played on. His olive green eyes peered around the masses, his gaze drawn to Finian for the umpteenth time that night. Since he had been on a roll all night long, he decided to test out his luck even further.
The moment that Fin walked outside, Dale followed behind. The sight that greeted him was too good an opportunity to pass. The blue-eyed teen held onto a bench with both his hands, half hunched over it. Taking the position as an invitation, the prom king took hold of Finian's hips and grinded right against his fancy ass.
"Well, well...what a grand offering. Don't mind if I do, rosebuds."
Finian let out a gasp and took a mis-step before steadying himself again and shoving the hands away, turning around to glare at the taller teen.
"Leave me alone, Dale." Couldn't the jerk just give him one break? They were close to graduating!
"I wish I could," the redhead groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. "I tried ignoring you and then I tried forcing you away. I'm not a fucking fag, like you. But, shit, you look good. And I think maybe I could do some of that experimenting stuff they talk about...do it with you."
Fin gaped at the redhead as if he had grown three heads. "Are you...serious?" He accused. "I'm sorry, but you're way too late. I'm already with someone, Dale. And he's amazing."
"Don't lie to me." Dale's darker red eyebrows drew together over eyes bleary from too much spiked punch. "If you were with someone, you would have brought him with you to prom, not that idiot Jack." He snatched Finian's wrist with one clammy hand. "So, why don't you stop playing hard to get and start playing along?"
The shorter teen tugged his wrist back, hard. "I'm not lying! Alistair is older, more mature, and all-around better than you."
"You're only saying that because you haven't tried me out." Dale growled as he forcefully tugged Finian flush against him, grinding against him and kissing him hard.
Finian was so shocked that he was slack-jawed, which gave Dale an opening. The redhead's tongue dove inside to dominate Fin's mouth.
The blue-eyed teenager tried to shove himself free, but the athlete's grip was too strong. With a deep frown, he bit down hard on Dale's tongue.
The football player swore and yanked his head back, but kept his bruising grip on Finian. Dale spat blood on the paving stones.
"You little shit!"
The smack across Fin's cheekbone caught him entirely by surprise. His body was jerked to the side and then the other way when Dale returned with a backhand.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The prom king hissed. "You think you can prance that little ass around and then, when somebody shows some interest, you get all damn prissy?" The hard punch to Finian's gut made his stomach churn with pain and nausea. "And look at you! I'm the goddamned prom king! I don't give a damn who you are, on prom night you put out for the king!"
Fin flinched when the hand that had just socked him in the gut approached again, but Dale used it to hold the blond's head still.
"Now, I'm going to kiss you again," Dale growled low and mean. "And this time you're going to take it like a good little bitch or I'm going to rearrange your face, you hear me?"
By that point, Finian found it difficult to breathe and keep down the bile that threatened to spill over. He also had bitten his tongue sometime during the attack, and the taste of it kept pooling in his mouth, like liquid pennies. He was angry and hurt and frustrated. The shorter teen wasn't strong enough to fight back, not even if he was completely sober. His body began to tremble in a mixture of fear and loathing. He couldn't even bring himself to respond.
Satisfied with Finian's inactivity, Dale smirked and kissed him hard once again, ignoring the faint taste of copper as his tongue laid claim to the pliant mouth. Feeling emboldened, the redhead slid a hand down to squeeze Fin’s backside. He had seen the other teen naked a good few times in the showers and he knew that the blonde’s was the best.
When he began to stroke more private areas from the outside, Finian started to struggle once again. Dale bit Fin's lower lip enough to draw blood as he pinned him down against the bench.
Dale draped his full weight down on Finian as he aligned their members and began to thrust against him with a grunt.
"Why do you always have to make everything so difficult?" He hissed as he bit down hard on Fin's throat.
Tears began to well in Fin's eyes, but they weren't a result of the pain that wracked his body. He was fearful of Dale taking his virginity by force before Fin ever got the chance to see Alistair in person.
He'd never even fully peaked before. Would this be how his first time would play out? His body betraying him to the rough handling of a brute? Finian took a shuddering breath when he felt another bite at his shoulder. It was enough to snap him out of it. In a swift move, he shifted and kneed Dale hard in the crotch.
When Dale curled in on himself in pain, Finian made a break for it. He was only able to run a few feet before he was tackled back into the ground from behind and flipped onto his back as a fist came down across his cheek, and then another just below his ribcage.
"God damn it, I didn't want to fuck up your face that badly, Fin!" Dale yelled right in his face.
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In the near distance, Lee'en jogged out of the building, trying to find his other charge. When he saw the two teenagers on the floor, he took only a moment to assess what he was really seeing before rushing back inside, hastily shoving confused teenagers out of his way as he made a bee line straight to Jack.
"Jack! Finian!" He called out as he tugged roughly on the human's arm. "This is serious!" He insisted, continuing to tug him frantically away from the party. In a delayed reaction, he made the sign for Fin in Jack's hand. "Come on! Come on!"
"Oh, hey, you found him. Thank goodness." Jack shook his head. "I can't believe he drank so much of that spiked punch…I can't believe I missed the fact that it was boozed up. Is he puking his guts out up in the room?" He dug in his heels as Lee'en kept pulling. "He seriously hates people seeing him puke. Maybe we should give him a couple minutes."
"No, no, big guy!" Lee'en never stopped tugging. "Damn it, what's the creep's name again? Bale? Kale...Dale!" He pressed the letters into Jack's palm slow enough for him to feel them. "D-A-L-E! Dale!"
"Dale is with Fin?" Jack's eyes widened as he finally understood the Unicorn's antics. "That asshole is nothing but trouble. Lead the way, baby."
Jack ran, following the insistent tug on his arm, paying no attention to the strange looks he was getting as he flew past partiers. The teen started to get really worried when they went outside. Jack jumped the little gate in a rush and ended up ahead of Lee'en by the time he reached the little courtyard with the fountain. Jack looked around, not seeing anyone. He circled the bubbling fountain, stopping when he saw something dark and wet on the ground. He crouched, teeth clenching when he realized it was blood.
A noise to his side drew his attention. He turned and saw there was something behind the bushes, something moving. He shoved through the bushes, ignoring the branches that scratched at his cheeks and hands, horrified by what he found.
Finian was on the hard ground with his shirt ripped open and the jacket tangled around his arms, the fabric and his hands were pinned in place by a heavy rock. His own tie was stuffed in his mouth, and he appeared to be just about ready to pass out. Bruises and cuts littered his body and half his face was swollen.
Dale shuffled back into the bushes towards Finian with his car keys in one hand and a few packets of condoms in another. "Found them. Now, we can continue..." He said.
"Lee, get that rock off him," Jack snapped blindly at Lee'en as he lunged for Dale.
The Unicorn rushed down to do just that. The rock that pinned Fin's hands down was quite heavy, but he didn't want to roll it off, lest he risk breaking the bones on the tips of the human's fingers. For the first time in a year and an half, Lee'en realized that Finian was not just a 'Maiden' to him. He was like a brother. He was kin. Performing magic in the human dimension was not only difficult, it was also draining. That night, Lee'en put his all into healing the human before him.
"Just, hold on Fin!" He hissed as he shifted into his equine form. He knelt down on all fours and pressed his horn against the side of Fin's chest, willing his healing magic to radiate from that spot and outwards. The Unicorn's eyes were shut tightly as he focused all of his concentration on Finian.
Meanwhile, Jack's smile had turned feral as his fist connected with Dale's nose with a satisfying crunch. Dale fought back sloppily. He managed to get one of Jack's eyes and his jaw, but not much else. The more he tried to coordinate himself, the harder it was to get his footing.
"You dirty son of a bitch!" Jack snarled as his next punch caught the red head's cheekbone, knocking the bastard to his knees.
Jack snatched the back of Dale's head and brought his knee up to meet the prom king's face. The football player toppled backwards. Jack took the golden opportunity to kick him in the gut. He got a good grip on Dale and slammed him into the cement fountain's base and held him there.
"Just what the fuck did you think you were doing, you sick bastard?" Jack demanded.
Dale coughed to clear his throat, but a vicious smile formed on his face. "Having at Finian's frigid ass, that's what." He retorted.
"I'll kill you," Jack growled in a voice that sounded too cold and harsh to be his own.
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