AN: Amazing, my first Charlie Bone fanfic…you don’t see these too often. I’ve been in the writing mood this weekend or something because I have never been this motivated to write something other than my usual. Still indulging in slash though…..heehee.

Warning: This is a slash fic (also known as yaoi). That means boy on boy contact and if you don’t like that leave or adjust. Simple isn’t it? There is content unsuitable for immature people so don’t go further if….yea. I am serious about this. This is m/m and mildly graphic. No sex,but be wary.

Rating: PG-13 (almost R but not) There is mild non-con here, but willing eventually. Hate-love too.

Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie Bone, Jenny Nimmo does though. That’s the author, duh.

Pairing: Ok….ready for this? Manfred/Charlie OoO I know…I can’t believe I wrote that either but that is the pairing, give it a try, you might like it. And no, it is not incest because these two are not that closely related! There will also be more pairings/jealousy going on later in the fic. Just give Manfred/Charlie a chance :) Fidelio/Charlie is also metioned along with Manfred/Asa.

Yes, I finally fixed this chapter! The whole ‘’ thing was driving me nuts too. I don’t know why the “#” showed up instead of the swears. Sorry!

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He wasn’t talking to him. No, he was fiddling with the glass figurine on his desk. Charlie huffed in frustration. He really didn’t deserve this detention, especially if the older boy wasn’t paying attention to him. He glanced around the now empty prefect’s room and shivered. It just wasn’t….safe to be in a room alone with Manfred Bloor.

He shifted his gaze back to Manfred, waiting for the quiet boy to acknowledge him. Manfred was sitting on his desk, a dark cloak draped across his shoulder, his black hair falling over his eyes. Charlie was sure that was good wasn’t it? “Charlie, I don’t want to fathom what goes on in your bungled mind, I just want to know what makes you…heh, let’s say tick shall we?”

Charlie started as the deep voice resounded through the room. Then again, Manfred had that effect on people didn’t he? “What do you mean, exactly?” He asked quietly, determined not to set off Manfred’s hot temper.

Manfred finally turned around and glared at him. Charlie was grateful that the dying sun was bright behind the older boy…otherwise he would have got an eyeful of coal black eyes. “You damn well know what I am talking about Bone, don’t play with me, ever. You remember what happened the last time that happened, don’t you?”

Charlie shuddered mentally. How could he have forgotten? Manfred’s obsidian eyes weren’t easy to forget. He could feel Manfred’s eyes on him and quickly sat down, for he was shaking head to toe. Oh no, being all alone with Manfred was definitely something he never wanted to deal with again. “I’m sorry, what did you say Bone?”

Charlie quickly coked out a “yes” and watched warily as Manfred slipped off of the desk and strode toward him. A hand was placed on his shoulder casually. Charlie was ready to say something snappy at the older boy but stopped. What was the use? The bastard had and evil streak in him. Manfred was acting strangely calm, nice almost. Manfred brought his mouth close to Charlie’s ear, so close that his lips brushed against the skin occasionally.

“What is this? Is Charlie being respectful for once in his ungrateful life?”

Charlie turned in his seat to look at Manfred, but only managed in bumping faces with the other boy. “Ungrateful? Are you spewing rot again Manfred?”

Manfred growled angrily and brought his hand away from his nose. Apparently he had been hit in the nose. He looked down at the blood on his hand and nonchalantly wiped it on Charlie’s bare arm. Charlie spluttered in disgust. “What did you do that for you sicko? That was my arm for God’s sake!”

Manfred smirked coldly and shrugged uncaringly. “Uh oh, don’t care.”

Charlie glared at the older boy but remembered not to look at the prefects eyes. “Do you care about anything? Huh, my heartless bastard?” He muttered quietly.

Manfred glowered. “Hell, I’M asking the damn questions here Bone, not YOU!” His eyes were glowing dangerously, and yes he was pissed. He looked about ready to attack the smaller boy when suddenly he stopped in mid motion. “What did you call me?”

Charlie flushed with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean it that way, really I didn’t.”

Manfred was looking at him in a weird way and it was creeping Charlie out. He shifted in his chair. Fidelio would be missing him by this time…he had to get out of this interrogation cough detention and soon. Manfred was scaring him silly. “Manfred stop looking at me that way.” He said quietly, not glancing at the older boy.

Manfred chuckled evilly deep in his throat and sidled up right in front of Charlie. “What? Like this?” Manfred asked in a strange tone of voice. Ok, he was really creeping out Charlie. Charlie screwed his eyes shut, but when he opened them, Manfred was practically on top of him, black eyes very close to his own. He gasped in shock. He could feel heat rolling off Manfred’s body in waves. “Um, what are you doing? Get off of me right now!”

Manfred’s hands were resting on Charlie’s shoulders, pressing the smaller boy against the wall with a loud thud. “Why?” He whispered, his lips brushing Charlie’s, coal black eyes flicking down to glance at Charlie’s lips. “I don’t feel like moving, you’re quite comfortable.” With that said he gave a quick lick to Charlie’s cheek and purred infuriatingly. “Mmm, you taste good too.”

Charlie’s eyes went wide and he tried to push the older boy off of him. “You molester!” He gasped as Manfred collapsed on top of him, putting more weight on.

“You don’t look happy in the spot your in Bone, would you like to move?”

Charlie nodded like crazy. Yes, he wanted to say, anything to get away from you. Manfred leaped off of him and placed Charlie’s hand in his and dragged the boy over to the leather couch and flung him on it forcefully. Charlie would have sighed in relief if it weren’t for the fact that Manfred was smirking malevolently down at him.

That couldn’t be good. No it couldn’t. Charlie covered his eyes and groaned. If that creep was thinking about…oh no.

Suddenly the air was knocked out of him as Manfred jumped on top of him. Manfred snickered evilly and nipped at Charlie’s lips. Charlie yelped in shock. “What are you doing?”

Manfred propped himself up on his elbows so he wouldn’t be squashing the smaller boy so much…not that it was a bad thing. “What does it feel like I’m doing? I’m kissing you.” With a mutter of “idiotic urchin”, Manfred went to work on butterfly kissing Charlie’s face, his eyes, his nose.

Charlie whimpered in fear. This was not happening. So what if Manfred was a couple times removed in the family tree? They were still related and, well, Manfred was a guy. Charlie didn’t go around making out with boys. Unlike Manfred it appeared.

Charlie yanked his lips quickly out of reach. Manfred was holding his hands down too. To anyone else, that might have looked sweet, but he was digging his nails into the back of Charlie’s hands. It hurt really bad too. Moving his face to the side didn’t help either, Manfred just went on with his neck, biting and licking.

“Why are you doing this Manfred? Why?” He inquired sadly.

Manfred didn’t even pause. “Cause, I feel like it and it making you feel bad about yourself. Heh, you just might even start telling me things you normally wouldn’t say…you might even tell me about why you were sneaking around the school. Think that you will?”

Charlie had been right, it was torture, but he had to keep being a rebel. “Oh so if Fidelio came in here for detention, you would jump his bones right away for info?”

Manfred bit particularly hard at Charlie’s neck, drawing blood. It would leave a mark. “No I wouldn’t jump that fruitcake. Who the hell would?” He continued licking Charlie’s neck lazily. “I have all night Bone, if you want this to stop…just tell me why you and your groupies were sneaking around and we can end all this.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Fine, have it your way Bone. If you feel in any way guilty about this later, remember, you brought it down on yourself.”

With that, Manfred dove down and caught Charlie’s lips with his. Charlie opened his eyes wide. Great, just great, his first kiss was just stolen by Manfred. Just brilliant.

Charlie had never kissed anyone before, well, not in a sexual way. And definitely not a guy! This really took the prize, really it did. Charlie had never felt this before, and it was different…and it would have been better if it weren’t his relative. Manfred moaned softly and then spoke against Charlie’s lips. “Just move your lips, it’s easy. Yea like that, now open up.”

Manfred’s tongue dove into Charlie’s mouth and twined with Charlie’s pink muscle. He moaned out a faint “Charlie” and continued stroking Charlie’s tongue with his own. Charlie was now participating in the kiss, and was ashamed to find that he was getting aroused like Manfred. Why did such a stupid threat get so out of hand?

He gave in and locked his arms around Manfred’s neck, tangling his hands in his hair. And why not? Even if he hated Manfred, the guy kissed great. He was shocked when a strange noise came out of his mouth when Manfred growled and rubbed up against him slowly. This was getting crazy, but at the moment, through his lust clouded mind, he really didn’t care.

They were so into each other that they didn’t hear the door click. “Well, if you two are done sucking tongue, I would like to speak with Manfred.”

Manfred eyes popped open and looked up and came face to face with a very pissed Asa Pike. “Shit,” was all he muttered. He quickly smoothed back the dazed Charlie’s hair and ran after Asa, saying how it wasn’t how it looked.

“Asa! You bastard, it was for the information, really!”

Charlie lay there and listened to the two older boys bicker down the hall. This was so degrading; he had to leave the room. He winced as he sat up, looking down at his little problem. How could he have indulged himself like that with Manfred?

He sighed and opened the wood doors quietly and the bickering turned to shouting. Charlie didn’t know anyone who could carry on such heated fights like Asa and Manfred. Charlie blushed at the thought of Manfred. No, he wasn’t gay, it wasn’t true. He stepped into the hallway and scurried toward his dorms, avoiding the two boys fighting at the far end.

He walked into the nearest bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He blinked at his appearance and fingered his lips carefully. They were quite bruised to say in the least. He sighed. How could he slip into the dorm looking like some guy who had been…yeah…he ran his thoughts right over that.

He would have to tell Fidelio because the other boy would see something wrong right away. And anyway, he liked Fidelio a lot, and more than a friendly way. He suddenly wondered what it would be like to kiss Fidelio the way Manfred had with him. He blushed at that thought and ran to his dorms before anyone saw him…much less Manfred. He couldn’t face him again, never.

Shame was, he would undoubtedly see him tomorrow.

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AN: Wow…finally I finished the chapter….I can’t believe I wrote that about M/C. Shiver shiver. Please don’t flame me for that pairing, I swear there will be different ones later on….but the main one is M/C. Sorry.

Please R&R so I have motivation to update soon! YAY!

Scenes from the next chapter:

“Are you going to sit there staring at me all day or are you…….”

Fidelio stared at Charlie in shock. “Why did you do……………..”

……….“Because, I like……….”

Olivia looked at the two boys oddly. “Well, Manfred was awfully quiet in drama today, almost depressed looking!” Fidelio snorted. “Isn’t he always depressed?”

Olivia glared. “No he’s loud and demanding. Also, Asa and The Evil One have been avoiding each other. Do you guys know why?”

Fidelio shrugged. “Maybe they had a lovers spat!”