Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2006 18:18:52 +0000
From: Rory Lanchlan <r_l_darkangel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Elias and Malachi

Hello everyone, how ya'll doing? I'm doing good, okay, so anyways. I just
started writing this story out of the blue one day and poof, first chapter
was done! yay! okay, yeah I'm too hyper at the moment I know. but anyways.
here it is..... i am accepting criticism and compliments for this story,
since- thats what makes a writer. Thanks for your time. onto the story!


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Elias slowly shuffled into the elevator with his
suitcase beside him. He reached over to press the
button for the second floor only to have his hand land
on top of someone else's hand. The soft pale hand
pulled away and slid into the pocket of a tall blonde
boy's pants.


The older boy looked deeply into Elias's dark brown
eyes as if he could see right through them down into
Elias's soul. The soft neon blue eyes of this tall
blonde stranger astounded Elias. Further more he had
to resist the urge to touch the older boy's porcelain
white face. His slender figure looked almost frail
enough to simply be air. His letterman's jacket was
covered with various patches that read Regional
Fencing Competition and First Class Fencer Award 2005
and so forth. It hung loosely on him as if he was a
coat rack.

"Umm... hi. I'm Elias Schieb," he whispered through his
thin lips, "you have really soft hands." The blonde
boy's cheeks turned a supple tone of red. Elias
realized what he had just said and began to blush as
well.

"Thanks, I guess. You're new here aren't you? I'm
Malachi Schoenfeil", the blonde figure said in a soft
rolling tone. He sounded like a southerner, but
whoever heard of a Jew from the south.

"Nice to meet you. Yeah, I'm new." Elias stated
blatantly. He wasn't happy to be at Wellington
Preparatory. That was for damn sure. After all, it
wasn't every day a fifteen year old boy is told that
he is part Jewish and is going to be shipped off to
some boarding school in upstate New York so he can
become a rabbi. "So where do we live when we're here?"

"Dorm rooms. They're the size of sardine cans and just
about as cramped." Malachi chirped as if he was happy
to be talking to someone after years of isolation.
"But I'm a Resident Advisor for Dorm A so my room is
the size of a small condo. Private bathroom, full
kitchen, you know the works. You need a roommate,
Eli?"

Yeah I do, not to mention a boyfriend." Elias scoffed
forgetting he was speaking out loud. The expression
Malachi's face turned stone like as the words flew
from Elias's mouth into his ears.

"Well I think you just found both." Malachi whispered
as he pushed Elias up against the wall of the
elevator.

"Lucky Me." Elias said smiling. His need for dominance
overtook him. He wriggled out of Malachi's grasp and
forced him to the ground. Malachi arched his back and
let out a slow, seductive moan. Malachi's letterman's
jacket was soon tossed aside. Elias vigorously bit the
buttons off Malachi's shirt.

"Slow down, Romeo. I ain't that kind of guy." Malachi
said between shortened breaths, by this time Elias had
latched on to Malachi's left nipple and refused to let
go. "Oh god... maybe I am. Oh yeah, I definitely am.
Uhhh."
The elevator doors flew open with a "Ding" and a
short, fat man with a long grey beard stood before
them. His Yakima was slightly forward on his head to
cover his balding scalp. His white sash was soiled
with cucumber dressing from his lunch. He reeked of
anointing oil and baklava. "Holy Shit," Elias said
without thinking that he was in the presence of a
rabbi. " Um... good evening Rabbi, Gershavaloi. Uhhh.
Let me help you up, Malachi."

"Thank you, Elias." Malachi's mind raced as Elias
helped him up. Elias stood behind Malachi trying to
hide his budding erection from the stout man. "Allow
me to introduce Rabbi Illia. He teaches literature and
he's the coach of the fencing team. Gershavaloi,
Rabbi."

"Evening boys. How are you two doing? Quite well I
would imagine. Well, considering what I have just seen
I believe I shall take the next elevator. Shalom,
young ones" Rabbi Illia chuckled as he stepped back
from the elevator, the doors closing in front of him.

Elias fell to his knees as soon as the elevator doors
closed, " Oh Dear God! Please tell me that didn't just
happen?"

"Don't worry, Rabbi Illia knows I'm gay. He's cool
with it. His son is gay too. You know, there are a lot
of gay guys at Wellington." Malachi squealed trying to
suppress his laughter.

"Don't laugh!!! That was horrible!" Elias barked
through a bright red face, "I just got caught with a
hard-on by a rabbi at my new school and the worst part
is I have to sit in his classroom tomorrow and act
like nothing happened!"

"You'll be fine," Malachi said looking down at his
watch, " hey I got fencing practice right now. Do you
want to come along?"

"It's not like I have anywhere else to be." Elias said
sarcastically.

"Okay let's go," Malachi said picking up Elias's
suitcase "I'm going to be late."

Elias heard someone let out a whistle as Malachi
stepped onto the fencing mats. "He's so handsome"
Elias thought to himself as he admired Malachi's
stature as he put on his fencing helmet. He was the
only guy on the fencing team who had a custom fencing
uniform. He got it last Hanukkah from Rabbi Illia. It
was bright red and it made him look even skinnier than
he already was. It hurt Elias to be in the same room
as Malachi and not be able to touch him. Even though
he was sitting only ten feet away from him but yet
still being so far from him.

"So you're Malachi's new boo aren't you?" a wispy
thing of a boy said as he sat in the chair next to
Elias. He was wearing a tight blue t-shirt that said,
"On Guard, Bitch" on the back in bold red letters and
his black hair was fluffed up underneath his Yakima.

"What the fu-"

"Don't worry man. He's my best friend." The squeaky
voiced boy interrupted. "He told me all about your
guy's little elevator experience in the locker room.
I'm Joseph Janaskivin. Just call me Jay-Jay."

"Hey. I'm Elias. Just call me Elias, I guess."

A boy about as tall as Malachi stepped onto the
opposite side of the fencing mat and took his fighting
stance and Jay-Jay stood up and yelled, "Ready... On
guard... Fence!!" the two fencers began their match.

"That's David Illia. He's Rabbi Illia's son." Jay-Jay
muttered as he sat back down, "He's got a thing for
your boy. Malachi can't even stand to hear his voice."


"All I know is he better not touch what's mine. I'm
the jealous type." Elias said through clenched teeth.
David had heard what Elias and he dropped his practice
sword and walked over to Malachi. He took off
Malachi's fencing helmet and placed a kiss on his
cheek. As Malachi tried to pull away David put his
hand down Malachi's pants, grabbing Malachi's member
and tightening his grip until Malachi cried out in
pain. "Jay-Jay, which sword is the sharpest?"

"That one," Jay-Jay pointed to Malachi's competition
sword sticking out of the edge of his gym bag that was
laying next to Jay-Jay's chair," Be careful, Elias.
That thing's sharp enough to cut through steel."

"I know what I'm doing." Elias picked up the sword and
threw the sheath behind him. Elias quickly claimed him
rightful place next to Malachi, pulling David's hand
out of Malachi's pants.

"Elias, take it easy, baby. Please don't do something
you'll regret." Malachi quietly begged, trying
desperately to restrain his precious boy from slicing
David into pieces.

"Do you have a habit of putting your hands on what
doesn't belong to you?" Elias barked

"As a matter of fact I do. What the hell are you going
to do about it?" David replied

"This!" Elias pushed David up against the wall and
held the sword two centimeters away from the center of
David's jugular vein. Tears welled up in David's eyes
and Malachi held Elias around the waist placing wet
kisses along his neck hoping it would calm him down.

"Baby, come on. Let's just go. You haven't even seen
the dorm yet; you're going to love it." Malachi
pleaded

"Malachi, sweetie, baby, darling, go get my suitcase
and all your gear. We'll be on our way in just a
moment." Elias kissed Malachi's forehead and turned
his gaze back to the whimpering young man at the edge
of his lover's sword. Malachi stepped back and
motioned for Jay-Jay to bring his things to him.
Jay-Jay obliged. "I'm only going to say this once;
don't you ever put your hands on my boyfriend again!!!
Do you understand me?" David didn't answer. He just
stared at the floor. "Answer me, goddammit!! Look at
me when I'm speaking to you!" Elias's patience was
wearing thin and he wanted nothing more than to slice
open David's neck and watch his blood spill onto the
hardwood floor, but he resisted the urge to do so for
Malachi's sake

"Yes. Yes. For Christ's sake yes!" David cried out.
Elias handed Malachi the sword and picked up his
suitcase. David sunk to the floor and began sobbing
uncontrollably. The other members of the teams crowded
around David trying to get him to stop crying.

"Jay-Jay can you do me a favor and get Mr. Cry Me A
River cleaned up?" Malachi asked, "I don't want Rabbi
Illia to find out about this, okay? So make sure
everybody keeps their mouths shut."

"Sure man, no problem. You know I got your back. You
two have fun now" Jay-Jay smirked. "Be safe. Number
one rule, wrap your tool"

"Oh, we will! Trust me on that." Elias said in a
suggestive tone. With Malachi by his side, he strolled
out of the gym. All he could think about was Malachi's
dorm room and what they would do once they got there.