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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Character:
      Kallum_Malone, Keira_Malone, John_Pizeri
  Additional Tags:
      Twins, Bipolar_Disorder, Protective_Siblings, Flashbacks, Dubious
      Consent, Rape, Underage_Sex, Child_Abuse, Sexual_Abuse, Angst
  Series:
      Part 2 of Duality_of_Nature
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-19 Words: 3891
****** Spark of the Flame ******
by jazminealthia, sksdwrld
Summary
     Kallum told himself it didn't happen so many times, he'd almost
     believed it. It was almost forgotten.
     Almost.
He'd complain about interviews, but it would be a lie to say they bothered him.
People asking him stupid fucking questions and actually caring about what he
had to say? Interviews were great. It was a set period of time, a limited
number of questions. Kallum could handle that. Eventually they'd go the fuck
away. The cameras that followed him around, they could fuck themselves.
But these zine interviews, when they ran 'model FAQs' with some of his shots,
it was thirty minutes of some gorgeous person, for all intents and purposes,
sucking his dick. It was alternately flirting and berating, lavishing praise
and insulting. Even when they hated him they loved him, it was just a different
kind of love. And Kallum was all about love. Plus the angry ones were always
faster to fuck; it seems a hate lay is more morally justifiable than just
starfucking. Who knew?
This girl, this girl was desperately trying to be the angry girl but very
obviously not.
Don't you think it's a little cliche for the young hot child of Hollywood
parents to act out the way you do?
"Act out the way I do?" He loved this question. It was a thin veil of
disapproval covering the obvious fact that she was already thinking of all the
places he could fuck her. He shrugged with a smirk. "I'm bipolar. Sometimes
shit gets intense. But that's not a product of Hollywood. Hollywood just
provides for a lot more interesting a playground."
Are you really Bipolar or just using that as an excuse?
The lilting question, still teasing at calling him the bad boy, calling him a
liar, a low down, no good, interviewer fucking boy. Kal sat up a little
straighter, folding his arms. "Well, if I'm not I'd like to know what pills
I've been taking for the past four years." He smirked. "And my parents must be
just fucking lazy parents making me go to therapy so much. Talk to the shrink
so I don't have to talk to them." The woman bit the corner of her lip. He was
so close. "I can be a real fucking pain in the ass to listen to."
Oh, you're not so bad. Maybe a little full of yourself sometimes... A giggle.
Fuck she was squirming trying not to cut the interview short.
"Hey, what have I said today that was full of myself? You've asked two
questions!" Kal splayed his hands in the air as a sign of compliance. "I've
been good. So far."
She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, making sure her cleavage
was amply displayed. This woman... fuck what was her name... raised an eyebrow.
Well then you should get off for good behavior. Oh the double entendre, the
cliche double etendre. Fuck he could feel her on him already. How about one
last question and we can call it a day?
"If the people upstairs are alright with it, go right ahead. Make it count."
Scoop me. Kal's face went dumbstruck. Come on Kallum. Scoop me. Tell me
something no one knows.
It wasn't a terribly interesting question. It was lazy. He snorted.
"Practically my entire life is on camera. You just too lazy to do your
research?"
The woman looked taken aback. The camera isn't the truth, Kallum. How many
times have you said that?
Kallum ran his tongue around his teeth. "Using my own logic against me. You're
a tricky one."
So there's gotta be something, right? Something the camera doesn't catch.
Something the camera hides. Something you hide.
"Yeah, there's plenty." He suddenly felt uneasy and started chewing on the
inside of his cheek. "But I like some of that stuff hidden. It's why I hide
it."
She turned off cameras that were recording the interview and slid her chair
forward. Her hand grazed his knee and ran up his thigh, stopping just below
where he was tucked down his pant leg. "Listen Kallum, if you give me something
big..."
"Oh I can do that." With the pretenses obviously gone his hand caught hers and
pulled it up.
"You..." she ran her thumb over it and made a small gasp for air before pulling
back. "You know what I mean. If you tell me something huge I get a big fucking
promotion and John fucking Pizeri can be working for me."
"John Pizeri?" The name was sour on his lips. He hadn't dared even think it for
the past four years. Not even Dr. D knew about John motherfucking Pizeri.
Because he spent the past four years convincing himself he'd never even met
this man.
"Yeah. Total fucking stud. Acts like such a fucking misogynist I want him
licking my damn boots."
"He should really try focusing on licking other things besides your boots." If
he changed the subject maybe she'd forget. If he could just fuck her...
She shifted around in her seat and arched her back as she leaned towards him,
again pushing her tits up and out. After a chuckle she bit her lip. "Save the
pillow talk for the pillow. John always says he gets the best fucking scoops,
the biggest damn stories. He says he climbed his way up from being a worthless
PA on the backs of lesser men."
That wording. He had to use that wording, didn't he? John motherfucking Pizeri.
Yeah, shithead, you climbed on the backs of lesser men. If by lesser of course
you mean in years. Kal could still feel the man's hot, anxious breath on his
neck, his calloused and clammy hand on his stomach, and... "You say he's your
boss?"
"Yeah. He's trying to sell us to one of the big names, get picked up as a
legitimate show. And so we have to dig. So. Give me something big." She gripped
hold of his thigh and lasciviously ran her hand up his leg, making a point of
squeezing his cock. "So you can give me something bigger."
Kallum stared intently. Not at the woman, whose name he gave up on remembering,
but just past her. He could make this man's life a living hell without even
naming names. The scoop he'd wanted to further his career could simultaneously
destroy him. But it would destroy his family, no matter what. It could throw
his life into a tailspin. Fuck it. He liked spinning. "Turn the cameras back
on." He grinned as she nodded and pushed the button. "You want something I've
hidden? I've got a good one. One other soul... and one piece of shit... knows
about this. So it's big."
Well I like big.
He couldn't help but roll his eyes. Once he'd made the decision that he was
going to say this she may as well have been a potato. "So it's fairly well
known that I had a... reputation when I was in school. It started when I was 14
and this guy I fucking hated gave me a blow job in the locker room. I'd joked
about that shit for years but it was the first time it had every actually
happened. Well I was talking about it with one of the PAs that acted as our
babysitters. And he got really interested." Kallum smirked and leaned forward.
He could see John fucking Pizeri watching this tape and shitting himself. "I
mean like, really interested. Asking me if I was really like that or if it was
just a one time thing. I was 14, I mean what the fuck do I know? And that's
what I said. So this guy offered to... uh... help me figure out what I really
liked."
The woman's face dropped and she pushed the button for the cameras. "You're not
fucking serious, are you?"
"You wanted big, baby."
"I didn't want a fucking lie!"
Kallum snorted. "Go ahead. Think it's a lie. It's why I never said anything in
the first place."
Her entire demeanor changed. She folded her arms around herself and furrowed
her brow. "This is serious fucking shit you're about to say here, Kallum. Like
I'm pretty sure I'd have to go to the fucking cops."
"Fine." He sighed. "You want me to tell you about a three way I had with some
dumb fucking famewhore and her well hung boyfriend?" It was never going to come
out because it wasn't sexy. It made people uncomfortable. They wanted to hear
about the crazy exploits between young hot bodies, not the clumsy fucking of a
14 year old by a thirty year old in a position of power. And so it goes. She
pushed a few buttons, rewinding the footage, stopping and hitting record. Like
it never happened. Because who would believe him anyway?
~*~*~
Kallum paced around his room. For nearly a week all he could think about was
that moment in the locker room. Fucking self righteous Ezra on his knees. But
he had to stop thinking about it; he was hard all the time and it was freaking
Keira out. His mom and dad chalked it up to hormones, but Keira knew. He felt
sick that it bothered her; the last thing he wanted to do was make her upset.
When John walked into the room he jumped. "Hey Kal, just checking about your
homework...." he stared at Kal as he very obviously tried hiding his erection.
John chuckled. "Ah. Gotcha." But instead of going the fuck away, which is what
Kal really wanted, John sat down on the bed. "I know it's gotta be tough going
through this shit when your Dad is old as dirt."
"Not really. Its not like he doesn't still fuck." Kal shrugged. "They get it."
"So you talk to them about things that happen?" John raised an eyebrow.
"Well. Not yet. I mean it was just last week and I don't really know how they'd
take it cause it wasn't a girl..." The words came out of his mouth before he
could stop them.
John leaned forward. "So. You're..."
"I don't fucking know, man!" Kal paced around the room. He couldn't sit still
and have his dick just tenting his damn shorts. "I like girls too. It's
just..." He laughed. "I've been telling people to suck my dick since I was
like, ten. And this guy was in the shower after gym and he wouldn't stop
staring. So I told him he either had to suck it or get the fuck out of the
shower. And he said he wanted to!" Kal flushed a little remembering it; Ezra's
awkward fumbling when he didn't know what to do with his hands, his teeth
grazing him a few times, his tongue flailing around at first but somehow
finding a rhythm that made Kal's eyes roll back.
"And you liked it." John licked his lips in a way that Kal knew probably meant
something more. "It's okay. You're kind of in the house of hetero over here, so
I get if you feel uncomfortable talking about it with them. But I've been
there, Kal."
"You've been in a gym shower getting your dick sucked?"
John snorted. "Actually, yes." When Kal's eyes widened John shifted his weight,
crossing and uncrossing his legs, eyes darting up and down. "I mean, how much
do you even... know about..."
"Fucking? Do you know where you are right now?" He stopped and laughed.
"About two men."
Kal shrugged and went back to pacing. "I know basically what's supposed to
happen. Insert dick A into slot B or C."
"Sex deconstructed sounds very... unsexy."
"Yeah well it is what it fucking is." Kal laughed, walked over to the other
side of the room and tuned his music on. There was homework to do. He knew
there was homework to do. But fucking Ezra and his big fucking mouth... He
heard John stand up and felt him lingering behind him.
"When you break it down to basics, yeah, that's what fucking is. But it's not
all it can be." Neither of them moved. "For all the sex ed you may get, nothing
can really teach you like experience."
Kal's stomach flipped. His cock was hard as a damn rock and here was this guy,
this creepy old fucking perv, saying shit like that. "Yeah well the net has
enough porn I can find plenty of experiences to learn from." He wanted John to
go away because it felt intensely wrong for him to be there. But at the same
time he really, really wanted to get off. He wanted John to leave so he could
wack a quick one and maybe get on with his fucking day so his parents wouldn't
flip their shit about his homework.
"I mean real experience, Kal." John took a step closer, just close enough for
the bulge in his jeans to rub against Kal's ass. "No way to tell if you really
like something until you try it, right?"
"You're making it sound like I'm a kid who doesn't want to eat his fucking
brussel sprouts. It felt good. I mean, I can't fucking stop thinking about how
good it felt, man." He turned around. "And I mean, does this fucking look like
I wouldn't like it?"
John stared and before Kal could even realize it the older man's hand was
cupping his tented bulge, running his thumb back and forth. It sent shivers up
his spine. He couldn't move. "I think you would. But I'd be glad to help you
figure it out." John took a step closer, staring into Kal in a way Ezra
definitely hadn't. It didn't feel like that, it didn't feel normal at all. But
the more he stood there the more the PA kept stroking him and it felt good, it
felt really good. Words couldn't escape his lips so he just nodded. The smile
that crept onto John's face was unnerving. His other hand went up to Kal's
shoulder and he encouraged him to turn around. John's lips were near his ear.
"Just put your hands on the wall and try to relax. It might feel strange at
first but trust me. It'll feel good." Terrified and aroused Kal followed
instructions as best he could. When he put his hands on the wall John grabbed
his hips and pulled them out so his ass was just...out there. John leaned over
top of Kal, pressing his hardened cock against him as he turned up the music.
He didn't want anyone to hear. And Kal was fine with that, he was fine with no
one hearing, no one knowing. After Ezra had sucked him off that self righteous
prick told him he was a deviant. Then Kal thought he was trying to save face.
Now he thought maybe he was right, because he was bracing himself against a
wall in his bedroom, hard as a fucking rock, with some guy over twice his age
unbuttoning Kal's pants. When John's hand slid down inside his boxers they both
gasped. "I can see why that kid wanted to suck your dick, Kal. Fuck." His hand
stroked slowly as he breathed hotly into Kal's ear. "You like that?" Kal
couldn't talk so he just nodded. Being wanted was hot, being jerked off was
hot, but he still felt... wrong. "Good. Just focus on that, okay? Focus on how
good it feels."
Kal's heart started pounding loudly in his ears. "What... what are..." he tried
finding more words but John squeezed him as he stroked down. He took a sharp
intake of breath.
"I'm gonna show you what it's like. I'm gonna teach you how it's done, big
boy." The words hissed out of his mouth as the sound of his zipper sliding down
somehow echoed over the music. Kal felt the man's now freed erection spring out
and rub against his thighs and he squeezed his eyes shut. He had to focus on
his own dick, focus on how that felt... he'd get off and everything would be
fine... John's hand tugged at the back of Kal's shorts and slid them down just
enough to expose his ass. The older man moaned and squeezed each cheek before
his fingers started rubbing around and pressing his entrance. Kal puckered shut
at the unexpected prodding and John moaned again, slowly increasing the speed
and pressure of his strokes. It felt good, so everything felt good. It didn't
matter if he was scared, if he was unsure, his cock was about to explode.
"Fuck. You've gotta let me in, big boy. Relax. Focus on your big fucking cock,
okay? Focus on how fucking good you feel." John's hand pulled away from his ass
and Kal could hear a wet noise behind him.
He wanted to run away but John was jerking him off so fucking well, it was
almost better than the blow job. It was skilled and painfully slow, but still
so good... Kal took a deep breath as something slippery pushed inside him,
through the tension. It pushed in and out and Kal's trepidation was going away.
It felt surprisingly good. Weird. Very weird. But if this... before he could
think something more pushed into him and he whimpered. "What..." he'd thought
that had been it. Yeah it felt small for a dick but what the fuck did he know?
"What.." he tensed and clenched and started trembling. The fingers kept
pushing, twisting in time with the stroking. It was wrong but he felt good, he
felt confused, he felt scared...
"Shhh." John nuzzled at Kal's neck and suddenly there was another finger
joining the two, stretching out against Kal's tightening muscles. "The more I
do this the less it'll hurt you, big boy. Trust me." He moaned and pushed his
fingers deeper, stretching and petting his insides. Kal gagged and shook.
Trust. This man was asking for his trust. For a moment he lost himself in the
irony. "Okay. Now remember. Focus on your cock. Focus on how well I'm jerking
you off, how tight my hand is and how you just keep feeling harder and harder,
how fucking close you must be..." There was another wet sound, a loogie aiming
down his back, sliding down and into him. As soon as it reached him Kal felt a
force unlike any he'd felt. He gasped for air, the pressure unbearable, pain
welling up... "Fuck you've got the sweetest, tightest fucking ass... let me in
some more, big boy, relax and let me in... I promise once I'm all the way in
that'll be it, I'm not gonna put you through too much too soon. I won't hurt
you." Kal was delirious. He hurt. But he felt good. And it could be worse,
right? It could be worse... he could've just rammed it in there, he didn't have
to jerk him off... how fucking insane was he? This wasn't right, it felt good
but wrong, the pleasurable sensations shot through him with every stroke, every
squeeze. Dr. D mentioned positive reinforcement during one of their talks,
using pleasure as a reward for something else, something worse, something you
wouldn't do... he was starting to enjoy the pain, the strangeness, the
fullness. When John's chest was flush against his back he growled. "Fuck you
feel so good." As promised John stilled, his other hand slid around him, up his
shirt, his fingers digging into Kal's stomach. "Now just let me take care of
you, big boy."
Kal's eyes shut tightly. This wasn't right. It wasn't and he knew it but God he
wanted to come so badly, and he would, he would if he just ignored the age
difference, the pressure of another man's dick inside him. He opened his eyes
for a moment and to his horror there was Keira, staring in disgust. Fuck. He
felt sick. He didn't want her to see him like this, being a fucking deviant.
That's what he was. It had to be because it felt good and it shouldn't. He was
scared and still it felt good. He couldn't let her know, she had to think he
was fine, she had to think he was just about to hit manic. So he smiled and put
a finger to his lips and pushed the door shut. When it latched he closed his
eyes and let the tears well up. He traumatized her. All he was supposed to do
was keep her safe and now... he trembled, feeling every muscle twitch and
constrict.
"Oh you fucking tease..." John moaned and his hand moved harder, faster,
jerking him with the force Kal knew he really wanted to fuck him with. Kal
struggled to catch his breath, his head swimming. "Come on big boy, come for
me, come for me so I can feel your tight fucking ass squeeze around me. That's
all I fucking need you've got me so fucking close already, you hot piece. Come
for me." Kal tried to shut out the words, the breath, he felt so good he
started squirming, hips jerking. John moaned and rubbed his thumb over Kal's
head, smearing the trickling liquid over him lasciviously, sending Kal to the
precipice. When he was thoroughly covered John squeezed and stroked hard and
fast, and that was it. His mouth gaped open and eyes slammed shut as he came.
The strokes kept going, through his orgasm, prolonging it, making him tense and
constrict every muscle in his body. "Fuck! Yes squeeze me, squeeze me with that
sweet tight ass... fuck!" His hips trembled and pushed against Kal. "Take it,
take it big boy."
Everything stilled. Kal thought he was going to pass out. Everything tingled
and felt amazing but it hurt too. He couldn't figure out which sensation was
bigger. When John pulled out Kal let out a small cry. John put a reassuring
hand on his back and shushed him. Like he was a kid who just woke up from a
nightmare. But he couldn't let anyone know. He couldn't let anyone realize
exactly how fucked up he was. Tell Keira he liked it and he wanted it because
he was hard, he came for fucks sake. He had to have liked it. Maybe he was
heading to manic. "Get out."
"Hey, hey it's okay..." John tried rubbing Kal's shoulder but Kal shrugged it
off.
"I have to fucking change." He wanted to stare him down, to not show how weak
he was. But he couldn't look, so he put his hand on the doorknob and stared at
John's shoes. "This didn't fucking happen."
"If you say so." There was something in his voice. Kal finally forced himself
to look up and the man was grinning like an idiot. "Get yourself cleaned up."
And he walked out the door, leaving Kal standing by the wall.
~*~*~
The woman was staring at him. "Kallum?" She ducked her head, trying to lock
eyes with him. He didn't want to look at her. He didn't want to look at anyone.
"I'm done." He pushed himself up.
"What?" She stood up and put a hand on his arm. He jerked it away and stared at
her, eyes wide. "The fuck is wrong with you?"
"Isn't that the question of the goddamn year?" Kallum snorted a laugh and
walked out of the room, leaving the interviewer staring in disbelief.
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