The Ache of Rapture

Liam lifted the can of soda to his mouth as he smiled. Shaking his dark head, he took a drink when his best friend Travis walked up to tap him on the shoulder. Turning, he gazed up in question from his seat at the cafeteria table.

"I just saw Quinn go into the janitor's closet with that Dunham kid again."

Immediately Liam's eyes narrowed before he rolled them. "Jesus Christ," he muttered before getting to his feet.

The reaction brought a grin to Travis's face, and he quickly followed after him as he stormed from the cafeteria, and made his way down the hall. When he reached the door, and whipped it open, the sight that met their eyes made Travis roar with laughter.

Alec Dunham was sitting on a 10 gallon bucket of paint, and Liam's little sister was straddling him. He had his fingers up the back of her shirt like he was trying to figure out how to work her bra clasp, and their lips were pressed tightly against one another's as Liam scowled.

Stepping forward, he gripped Quinn around her small waist, and yanked her off of the boy as she cried out in startled alarm. Without a word, he turned and walked out of the closet, and slammed the door behind him.

Her fingers pushed against his strong arm where he held her, and her breath seethed out from between her lips. "Put me down, Liam!" she snarled.

A grunt left his throat when she swung her foot, and her heel connected with the bone of his calf, but he continued down the hall with her clutched tightly in his grasp until he reached the boy's restroom.

Pushing the door open with his elbow, he stepped into the room, and Travis quickly caught the door and followed them as he chuckled at the display they made.

Quinn growled in aggravation, and swung her foot again in an attempt to kick him, but he quickly side stepped her swinging limb. "Put me down, dickhead!"

He didn't stop until he reached the large basin that served as a sink, and when he dropped her to her feet, her hands reached out to the edge of it to keep herself from falling.

She barely had enough time to steady herself before he had gripped a handful of her dark hair, and was forcing her to bend beneath the faucet. Immediately a stream of water spurted out to douse the top of her head.

The frigid temperature of it made a startled cry leave her mouth, and she fought to lift her head, but he held her firmly in place until her hair and face were thoroughly soaked.

"Seems like you need to cool off," he growled as she sputtered beneath him.

A shrill sound of anger left her throat and she began twisting in his grasp. "Let me go, you freak!"

Travis stood near the doorway, and hooted with laughter. When the door opened at his back, he turned to scowl down at the freshman trying to gain entrance before shoving him backwards.

"Bathroom is closed," he informed him. Startled, and intimidated by his larger frame the younger boy stood frozen as Travis shut the door in his face.

"Just wait til I tell Dad about this!" Quinn shouted as water continued to cascade over her head. She was thoroughly soaked through now, and had stilled to stare down into the sink as she made the threat.

Liam's fingers tightened in her hair as he gritted his teeth. "Go ahead and tell him," he growled. "I'm sure he would love to know that his daughter was in the janitors closet with a guy's hands up her shirt. You want to tell him that I stopped you from acting like a whore, be my guest."

Enraged, Quinn swung her leg back blindly in an effort to bring him low, but her foot missed it's mark, and swung into the air as he pushed his body against her to keep her in place. His large frame was like a wall keeping her immobile.

Stilling again, Quinn's breath escaped her in aggravation. "You've gotten me thoroughly wet. What now?" she said in annoyance.

Travis collapsed into a fit of laughter at her words, and Liam turned to arch an eyebrow at him in disgust. When he seemed to gain control of himself a huge grin was plastered across his face as he suggested, "Why don't you spank her?"

Turning back to face her, Liam's mouth tilted as he gazed down at his sister's uplifted behind. "That's actually not a bad idea," he said with amusement before cracking his palm down on her jean clad rear end.

Quinn's mouth parted in shock before she redoubled her efforts at struggling. "You bastard! I can't believe you just did that!"

When his hand came down again he did it harder, and the sound loudly reverberated throughout the room. He struck her three more times before finally releasing her. When he took a step back, he braced himself for the oncoming attack. He wasn't disappointed.

Once she was free, Quinn lifted herself from the sink, and pushed her wet hair from her eyes. Turning, she snarled viciously before lunging at him. His lips pressed together grimly as he easily caught her wrists, and kept her from mauling him.

Her arms lurched, and strained, but once again she was caught by him, and an animalistic sound escaped her lips as she glared up at him.

"You are such a hypocrite!" she raged. "I've heard the stories people tell about you. You're no virgin, Liam!"

The muscles of his arms bunched as he fought to control her movements. His expression was unrelenting as he looked down at her.

"No," he agreed. "But you are, and I'll be damned if you're going to have your cherry popped in a dirty janitor's closet by a piece of shit like Alec Dunham."

Quinn shoved against him as another sound of aggravation left her throat, but the motion did little more than jar the both of them as he held her wrist bones tightly. "You're not my father," she spat at him nastily.

Her words only made him smile. "Who do you think told me to watch you?" he replied in amusement. "Now, settle down before I bend you over the sink again, and really give your ass a walloping."

Quinn knew she was outmatched, and had practically exhausted herself trying to fight him to no avail. This time, instead of jerking towards him, she tried to jerk away, and he finally let her go.

Her breathing was labored as she stood glaring at him. Her jade eyes were fierce in her small face as her gaze darted between the two of them. Her brother was staring at her with brows lifted, and his best friend Travis took a step forward as his mouth parted.

Their expressions seemed odd to Quinn, and her gaze grew darker as she looked between them. "What are you two jackasses staring at?" she demanded heatedly.

Neither of them spoke right away, and it seemed like Travis was having difficulty swallowing. His eyes were intently focused on her as Liam cleared his throat.

It hadn't been apparent until she had taken a step back, but the thin material of her soft, white t-shirt was now entirely soaked through, and it clung to the front of her breasts to outline the curves and present her nipples.

The cotton had gone completely transparent, and there was nothing left to the imagination as she stood seething in front of them. "Where the hell is your bra?" Liam demanded angrily.

Glancing down, Quinn finally registered the problem, and gasped at the sight of her own nipples that were cold and puckered jutting out on display. Instead of covering them, she looked at Liam defiantly. "I'm not wearing one," she replied haughtily.

"No shit," he said as his ice blue eyes slid over her nipples once more. "Dunham had his hands up the back of your shirt. I suppose he was about to make that discovery himself." Stepping towards her, he began pulling the open button down he wore over his t-shirt over his shoulders, and down his arms.

"Take that off, and put this on." Taking another step forward to block her from Travis' view he pressed the shirt against her until she lifted her fingers to take it.

Her chin tilted backwards as she looked up at him defiantly. "You don't want me to walk around school this way? Think of all the new friends I would make if I did, Liam. You couldn't stop them all."

His response was a narrowing of his eyes as his jaw clenched. "Put it on," he repeated.

Rolling her eyes, Quinn shoved his shirt back at him, and made him take it so that she could reach down and lift the hem of her own over her head. Once it was off, she lifted it to rub her dark hair, and remove some of the water from it while Liam waited patiently in front of her.

His blue eyes were foreboding as he looked down at her while she took her time pulling the dampness from each tress. When she began running her fingers through it, he growled in exasperation, and lifted the shirt to wrap it around her, forcibly shoving her arms through the sleeves.

"You're just not happy unless you're being a pain in the ass, are you?"

Her voice was snide when she responded, and it held a tinge of amusement. "I figured I'd give you another minute to enjoy it since you so obviously were."

Her eyes darted to the barely concealed erection he was sporting inside of his jeans, and he grunted angrily in response as he began closing the buttons on the front of the shirt.

"Natural instinct," he finally replied coldly. "It happens whenever a slut takes her clothes off for me."

Finishing up the last button, he dropped his fingers, and glared at her. "I expect this to stay on your body until we get home. Is that understood?"

Glaring back, she gave a barely perceptible nod before he turned away from her to head towards the door. Her eyes lifted to Travis who was still staring at her strangely, but Liam grabbed his arm as he passed, and the two of them made their way out of the bathroom, and left her where she stood.

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Alec's lips lifted as she drew near. His dark eyes delving into the neckline of Liam's shirt as she reached a hand up, and placed it on the front of his chest.

He was leaning against the stone rail of the steps outside of school, one leg casually crossed over the other, and his dark head tilted slightly as he looked at her.

"Where's the warden?" he asked in amusement.

Quinn rolled her eyes, and sighed. "My brother is such a psycho. Sorry about before."

His smile was still firmly in place as he leaned forward to kiss her mouth. When he pulled back his eyes held a hint of deviltry to them.

"Want a ride home?" he asked softly. "We could pick up where we left off?"

Quinn opened her mouth to respond when she was rudely pulled backwards into a hard chest, and a strong arm came out to encircle her waist to keep her there.

Glancing backward, she scowled into Liam's face, and then at Travis who stood grinning at his side, but neither of them were looking at her. Both of their eyes were trained on Alec who had straightened at their arrival.

"This is the second time that I've caught you mauling my sister, Dunham." Liam said tightly. "There had better not be a third."

With little preamble Travis stepped forward still wearing a massive grin, and slammed his fist into the boy's abdomen making him double over. Quinn gasped, and lunged forward, but her brother's arm tightened around her to keep her where she was.

Liam winced. "That looked painful." he said with mock sympathy. "Be grateful it wasn't me. I would have broken your nose."

Alec began to cough, and sputter as he gripped his stomach, but Liam wasn't interested in watching him recover. Lifting Quinn's feet from the ground, he turned, and made his way towards the parking lot while she filled his ears with profanities.

Everyone that they passed stared, and some even laughed, but Liam refused to put her feet back onto the ground until they reached the side of his car. Even once he had, he kept the vice like grip on her waist as he reached down to unlock the door.

"Oh my God, I hate you," she seethed. "You are such a mental case!"

His only response was to open the door, and push her inside of the car. Once she was seated, she turned to give him the full brunt of her displeasure with a sinister scowl, but her attempt at ferociousness only made him grin. Closing the door, he rounded the car, and got inside of it.

"I hope your dick falls off," she informed him rudely once he was beside her.

Ignoring her, he unrolled his window to look up at Travis who was standing beside the car smirking with hilarity. "I have to deal with this little shrew. I'll call you later." Nodding, Travis turned on his heel, and sauntered away towards his own car.

When Liam turned back to her, he was greeted with the back of her head. She had petulantly crossed her arms over her chest, and was now staring out her window as she ignored him.

Shaking his head, he pushed the key into the ignition, and started the car before backing out of the space it was in. "Thank God," he breathed. "The only thing worse than having to deal with you is listening to your damn mouth."

The comment didn't get a rise out of her, and she continued to ignore his existence for the entire duration of the trip home. When he pulled into the driveway that sat in front of their house, he had barely come to a stop when she flung open the door, and stormed towards the house to escape him.

Entering the front door at a more leisurely pace, he caught his sister growling at their mother in aggravation before she turned, and stomped up the stairs.

His mother's eyes were wide as she turned to him. "What was that about? I just asked her how school was."

Liam smiled reassuringly. "Nothing major. Just a difference of opinion we're having." He didn't fill her in on the details, and instead stepped towards her to kiss her on the cheek. "How was your day, mom?"

She smiled sweetly at him in return. "It was good, dear. Dinner should be done by the time your father gets home. I'm making meatloaf. I hope you're hungry."

"Ravenous," he said with another smile. "I'm going to go watch some television in my room. Call me when it's done."

After she nodded at him, he turned and made his way up the staircase in the direction of his bedroom. His was the first door at the top, and his eyes careened down the hall noticing that the door to his sister's bedroom was closed.

When he opened the door to his room he saw that the bathroom doors connecting their rooms were wide open, and almost as if she had been waiting for him to enter, she appeared in the doorway, and slammed hers closed. The rude gesture made him roll his eyes.

Closing his bedroom door behind him, he glanced towards the bathroom in annoyance once more before flopping onto his bed. Arching his back, he dug his head into his pillow in an effort to get comfortable then grabbed the remote.

When the television came on his blue eyes were drawn to the screen as he flipped through channels. He passed through commercial after commercial until the unmistakable sound of the bathroom door opening reached his ears.

Quinn stormed into his bedroom, and threw his shirt down on his bed near his feet. Her face was mottled with rage as she sneered at him. "Take your damn shirt! It smells like you, and I don't want it touching me!"

Then, without another word, she turned, and stormed back through the bathroom into her bedroom, and slammed the door again.

Liam chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment, and then set down the remote. Swinging his legs from the bed, he stood and quietly made his way through the bathroom until he reached her door. Opening it, he stepped inside her room, and closed the door softly behind him.

When she looked up from where she was sitting on her bed, and saw him, her mouth dropped open before she snarled. "Get the hell out!"

Instead of complying, he walked determinedly towards her, and shoved her back onto the bed before quickly climbing on top of her so that he was straddling her body.

Her hands lifted to ward him off as a small shriek escaped her. "Are you fucking crazy?" she cried. "Get off of me, you psycho!"

Instead of grabbing her wrists which were ineffectively shoving at him, he lifted his hand, and wrapped his large fingers around her throat. When he squeezed it in his hand it immediately cut off her ability to speak.

His blue eyes were cold as he looked down at her, and she immediately reached up to try to pry his fingers away from where they held her with little success.

"You're a heartless little bitch," he informed her quietly.

Her face reddened slightly with the pressure he used, and he eased up a little so that she could breathe. "Do you think I enjoy having to constantly chase after you?" he spat.

"I don't. If it were left up to you, every filthy little slime ball with a hard on would be climbing between your legs before bragging to the entire world about what a disgusting slut you are." His teeth gritted as he peered down lower to her face. "You're too naive or too stupid to realize that."

His grip on her made it impossible for her to respond, but her eyes were filled with loathing and fear as she looked up at him.

"Is that what you want?" he asked softly as his fingers contracted. "Do you want some scuzzy little fuck who doesn't care about you telling people that he dumped a load inside of you before moving onto the next stupid bitch?"

His blue eyes narrowed as they delved into hers. "Because that's what we do. We sweet talk, and flatter our way into your pants, and then once you give it up we get bored and move on."

His eyes wandered over her face as he looked at her. "That little bastard doesn't love you, and that's exactly how he would have treated you if I had left you alone with him."

Releasing his grip on her throat, he pushed off of her, and left the bed. Turning away, he ripped open the door that led back to his own room, and stepped through it until he reached his bed once more. He had just landed on his back again when he looked up to see her standing at the foot of his bed.

Rolling his eyes in disgust, he turned his head away. "Fuck! What now?"

Her lips were pressed tightly together in her anger, and her fists were clenched at her side. "What makes you think I love him?" she spat nastily. "Did it ever occur to you, Liam, that maybe I just want to get laid? Like every other normal person on earth? If I want to let that happen, you have no right to stop me!"

"It's my job to stop you," he growled angrily. "Besides, you don't know what you're saying. You have no idea what it's like."

"Exactly!" she yelled. "I don't know what it's like, and I'm never going to if you don't stop butting into my life. I don't need you to protect me! I don't want your protection. I can take care of myself!"

Leaning up onto his elbow, he looked at her in disbelief. "No, you can't. If you knew what was best for you, you wouldn't be saying something so unbelievably stupid. Do you have any idea what it's like to have someone enter your body, to be a part of you, and then to treat you like you're nothing after the fact?"

Her lip curled as she looked at him. "Is that what you do to people? Not everyone is like you, Liam."

Her words seemed to irritate him, and it showed. "This isn't about me."

"Yes it is," she sneered. "No one asked you to save me. You just automatically assume that everyone is a monster like you are."

Her words seemed to strike a nerve as he lifted himself from his bed to step towards her. His visage held barely contained fury, and Quinn took a step backwards as he neared.

When her shoulders collided with the wall behind her, she gasped. He didn't lift his hands to her this time. He came so close that his chest pressed into hers. Pushing her into the wall, he towered over her, and his mouth dropped low to her ear.

"Is that what you think?" he said in a menacingly soft tone. "You think I'm a monster?" Lifting his hands, he pressed them flat against the wall on opposite sides of her head, effectively caging her in.

When she began to squirm against him, he pressed into her harder so that his entire body was holding her in place. His breath was hot against her neck, and Quinn turned her face away from him.