Wishbones

Zachariah gently nudged Trever aside, being he was usually better at healing wounds than inflicting them like Trever was. He quickly went to work, stitching the boy up with nimble hands.
"Finn, you can't do that!" Morgue exclaimed.

"Hell yes I can! I'll f*cking do it again!" Finn shoved Morgue away, his bangs falling in his eyes as he screamed. "I'll cumb stomp that mother f*cker!"
Trever stood behind Ian, his teeth bared in anger.

"Finn, I know your pregnant but you can't stab people for no reason!" Morgue sighed.

"I have a f*cking reason!" Morgue had called him darling, and that was all the reason Finn needed. But it went farther than that. Ian stole his smiles and his sweet talk. It burned Finn from the inside out.

"What's your reason?" Morgue sighed exasperatedly. "He didn't do anything."

"Its none of your mother f*cking business!!" Finn bellowed, turning his head to Ian who had sat up on the bench, even though Trever was bustling around him, trying to lay him down.
"I think he's jealous." His voice rasped, eyes narrowed.

"Finn, you don'thave to be jealous." Morgue blinked. He hadn't thought of that, honestly. Finn didn't seem like the jealous type. "I'm yours."

"Im not f*cking jealous!" Finn swung at Morgue blindly, missing, and only getting angrier. Ian watched the boy, head cocked to the side. "I would be if I were you. I mean, not like me and Jeremy are together anymore or anything. But I mean...We did have some great times." He did not want to get Morgue into trouble, he simply liked remembering. Plus Finn deserved it.
"What kinda great f*cking times, Jeremy?" Finn ominously stepped closer to his lover.

Morgue whined, trying to shield himself as Finn glared at him.
"Nothing, Finn. Don't hurt me." He groaned.

"Don't lie to me damn you." He felt as though he did not want to hear what he may be told but there was no stopping him. "What did you do with him!" What had they done to make Morgue look at Ian the way he did, to call him darling and be so damn sweet.

"We used to date, that's it!" Morgue sighed. Although it was much more than that. Ian had been his first love.

"Your lying." His voice took on an icy tone, his eyes frosting over completely. "Your hiding something you don't want me to f*cking know." He stepped closer to Morgue, pushing him back threateningly. "Be a man and f*cking tell me the truth! What did you do? Knock that bitch up too?"

Morgue sighed, once more trying to shield himself from Finn.
"We really just used to date!" He proclaimed. "He was... he was just my first." He blurted out, his hands covering his face.

Finn stopped his assault, his jaw slack as he stared at his lover.  Morgue had been his first.  Jeremy was the only love he had ever known.
But it was not the same for Morgue.
Ian was the first for him, his first love.
"Thank you." The boy swallowed hard, he had gotten what he wanted. Too late though, he decided he did not want to know this.
He didn't want any of this, he wished he had never even gotten out of bed on that morning.  Pain like he had never felt before burned in the pit of his stomach.  Not even the hot stoves his mother had scorched him with gave agony that compared.  Vaguely he was aware of the pin prick of tears in his eyes, he had not cried since he was a small child, or well...Not since Morgue's accident.
"Im going home."  He would rather snuggle his drunk arse mother than be here with Morgue and Ian.
He turned on his heel, rushing from the home in order to keep Morgue from seeing his face.  He didn't want Jeremy seeing the power he had, the power to reduce Finn to tears.
"F*cking suck it up."  He muttered to himself, the air was cold outside, his tears stinging his face as he walked.  He just wanted to go home.
"Don't be a cry baby, dumb ass."  He told himself as he had told Mathias many times before.

Morgue though, didn't hesitate in running out the door after Finn.
"Finn I'm sorry!" He called out. "I can't change the past but it doesn't mean anything now!"

"F*ck off." It was warning. Finn didn't want to hurt Jeremy but he could not fathom what he may do in his current state. He just wanted to scream. He wanted someone else to scream.

"Finn, I can't fuck off. I have to watch you." Morgue sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to know. It just, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter who was my first because you're going to be my last... You're the one I love most."

"It does f*cking matter Jeremy!" Finn turned sharply, his hand connected with his lovers nose. "You were my first! MINE! And I f*cking know its past but then why in the hell is he f*cking your darling and shit? Dont you ever f*cking call me that again."

"He's my darling because I care for him! Not like I care for you, but I do care for him, Finn. I know I was your first and that means everything to me and I'm sorry you weren't mine. But I love you more than I've ever loved anything."

"Just f*cking shut up! I don't wanna hear your shit!" He stuck his lover once more, only satisfied when he had finally drew blood. "I dont want anything to f*cking do with you."

"Finn you can be mad at me if you want, there's nothing I can do to change it. He was my first. There's no way to fix that, but I'm with you now. I love you." He simply sighed as the blood trickled from his now fat lip, a bruise also on his right cheek. It looked like he should be the submissive one in the relationship.

And he more or less was. Morgue may top in bed but everyone submitted to Finn if it was the boys will. He could break anyone.
"I don't want to hear it!" The boy wailed back at his lover, color draining from his face as he yelled.

"Finn, baby, please calm down." Morgue sighed, looking down to his lover. "I'm sorry, okay?"

"Damn right, you are." Finn fisted his eyes, Morgue simply didn't know how sorry he was going to be. "Get the hell outta my face." The boy didn't want to see Morgue anymore. He understood the man would not leave him alone if he tried to leave, and so he headed inti the home. He made his way to Trever's bed room, not caring if the man minded or not. He was going to sleep.

Morgue sighed as he followed, though letting Finn be alone in the bedroom. He sat back down in Trever's special room where Zach was nearly finished healing Ian.