The smack across Fin's cheekbone caught him entirely by surprise. His body was jerked to the side and then the other way when Dale returned with a backhand.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The prom king hissed. "You think you can prance that little ass around and then when somebody shows some interest you get all fucking prissy?" The hard punch to Fin's gut made his stomach churn with pain and nausea. "And look at you! I'm the goddamned prom king! I don't give a fuck who you are, on prom night you put out for the king!"

Fin flinched when the hand that had just socked him in the gut approached again, but Dale used it to hold the blond's head still.

"Now, I'm going to kiss you again," Dale growled low and mean. "And this time you're going to take it like a good little bitch or I'm going to rearrange your fucking face, you hear me?"

Fin fought to breathe, bile burning his throat. His tongue throbbed from the earlier bite, metallic blood pooling in his mouth. Anger, hurt, and frustration churned in his gut. Even sober, he wasn’t strong enough to fight back. Fear and loathing left him shaking and speechless.

Satisfied with Fin's inactivity, Dale smirked and kissed him hard once again, ignoring the faint taste of copper as his tongue laid claim to the pliant mouth. Feeling emboldened, the redhead slid a hand down to squeeze Fin's package through his pants. He had seen the other teen naked a good few times in the showers, and he knew that the shaft was similar in size to his own. When he began to stroke it from the outside, Fin started to struggle once again. Dale bit Fin's lower lip enough to draw blood as he pinned him down against the bench. He nearly ripped the teenager's pants open as he freed the half-hard shaft as well as his own.

Dale draped his full weight down on Fin as he aligned their members and began to thrust against him with a grunt.

"Why do you always have to make everything so difficult ?" He hissed as he bit down hard on Fin's throat.

Tears welled in Fin's eyes, but not from pain. He was terrified Dale would take his virginity by force before Fin ever got the chance to see Alistair in person. He'd never even fully peaked before. Was this how his first time would go, his body betraying him to a brute? A sharp bite to his shoulder snapped him out of his daze. In a burst of clarity he shifted and kneed Dale hard in the crotch.

When Dale doubled over in pain, Fin bolted. He barely made it a few steps before Dale tackled him from behind and slammed him to the ground. A fist crashed across Fin’s cheek, then another struck just below his ribs.

"God damn it, I didn't want to fuck up your face that badly, Fin!" Dale yelled right in his face.

In the near distance, Lee jogged out of the building, trying to find his other charge. When he saw the two teenagers on the floor, he took only a moment to assess what he was really seeing before rushing back inside, hastily shoving confused teenagers out of his way as he made a bee line straight to Jack.

"Jack! Fin!" he shouted, tugging urgently on Jack's arm. "This is serious!" He kept pulling, desperate to get Jack away from the party. At last, he made the sign for Fin in Jack's hand. "Come on! Come on!"

"Oh, you found him. Thank goodness." Jack shook his head. "I can't believe he drank so much of that spiked punch. I can't believe I missed that it was boozed up. Is he puking his guts out upstairs?" Jack dug in his heels as Lee kept tugging. "He really hates people seeing him puke. Maybe we should give him a couple minutes."

"No, no, big guy!" Lee never stopped tugging. "Fuck, what's the creep's name again? Bale? Kale...Dale!" He pressed the letters into Jack's palm, making sure Jack could feel them. "D-A-L-E! Dale!"

"Dale is with Fin?" Jack's eyes widened as he finally understood the Unicorn's antics. "That asshole is nothing but trouble. Lead the way, baby."

Jack ran, following the insistent tug on his arm, paying no attention to the strange looks he was getting as he flew past partiers. The teen started to get really worried when they went outside. Jack jumped the little gate in a rush and ended up ahead of Lee by the time he reached the little courtyard with the fountain. Jack looked around, not seeing anyone. He circled the bubbling fountain, stopping when he saw something dark and wet on the ground. He crouched, teeth clenching when he realized it was blood.

A noise to his side drew his attention. He turned and saw there was something behind the bushes, something moving. He shoved through the bushes, ignoring the branches that scratched at his cheeks and hands, horrified by what he found.

Fin lay on the hard ground, his shirt ripped open and his jacket tangled around his arms, the fabric trapped under a heavy rock. He had stuffed his own tie in his mouth, and his pants had been pulled down. Another heavy stone pressed down on his groin, and he looked ready to pass out. Bruises and cuts covered his body, and half his face had swollen.

Dale shuffled back into the bushes towards Fin with his car keys in one hand and a few packets of condoms in the other. "Found them. Now, we can continue..." He said.

"Lee, get those rocks off him," Jack snapped unthinkingly at Lee as he lunged for Dale.

The Unicorn rushed down to do just that. He examined the rock pinning Fin's hands. It was quite heavy, and he didn't want to risk breaking the bones at Fin's fingertips by rolling it off. Thankfully, the rock pressing down on Fin's privates wasn't as heavy. For the first time in a year and a half, Lee realized that Fin meant more to him than just being a 'Maiden.' He felt like a brother, like kin. Lee struggled to perform magic in the human dimension; it drained him, but that night, he poured his all into healing Fin.

"Just hold on, Fin!" he hissed, shifting into his equine form. He knelt on all fours and pressed his horn against Fin's chest, willing healing magic to radiate outward from that spot. The Unicorn squeezed his eyes shut, pouring all his concentration into Fin.

Meanwhile, Jack's smile turned feral as his fist smashed into Dale's nose with a satisfying crunch. Dale fought back, but his punches landed only on Jack's eye and jaw. He couldn't keep his balance. The more he tried to coordinate, the worse he fared.

"You dirty son of a bitch!" Jack snarled as his next punch caught the red head's cheekbone, knocking the bastard to his knees.

Jack snatched the back of Dale's head and brought his knee up to meet the prom king's face. The football player toppled backwards. Jack took the golden opportunity to kick him in the gut. He got a good grip on Dale, slammed him into the cement fountain's base, and held him there.

"Just what the fuck did you think you were doing, you sick bastard?" Jack demanded.

Dale coughed and shot a vicious smile at Jack. "Having at Fin's frigid ass, that's what," he spat.

"I'll kill you," Jack growled in a voice that sounded too cold and harsh to be his own.

He punched Dale again and again. The football player tried to defend himself, but he was completely outmatched by the rage burning inside Jack, which spilled out with every strike. He grabbed Dale by the shoulders, intending to slam the back of his head against the concrete corner of the bubbling fountain.

"Jack, stop!" Lee wrapped his arms around Jack's shoulders from behind and tugged back. When he was finally able to wrench a hand loose, he made the sign for Fin at the palm. "Help me get him back to his room. I can barely stand on my own two feet." The Unicorn had shifted back to his human form on the fly when he saw that Jack wasn't going to stop until Fin's attacker was reduced to a smear on the paving stones.

The brunet clenched his bleeding fists and his teeth, forcing himself to calm down. He stood unsteadily, giving Dale, who was slumped next to the fountain, a parting kick before stepping to his best friend's side. Lee's healing had already erased Fin's cuts and bruises. Fin struggled to button and zip his pants with shaking hands.

"Let me help." Jack reached out, laying his hands over Fin's. He pulled them back when he saw they were crusted with blood, not all of it from his split knuckles. "Wait, let me get this off."

The brunet went back to the fountain and dunked his hands in, watching the blood wisp away in the cool water until it disappeared entirely. He shook off his hands and then wiped them on his slacks before returning to Fin. The blond zipped and buttoned his pants, but kept plucking at his tattered shirt, completely at a loss for what to do.

"Come on," Jack said gently. "Can you stand? We can go around to the side entrance and take the smaller elevator over on that side up to our room. No one will be using that one."