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Chapter 299 – Selective Closets

It really was a stupid thing to get upset over. Derelict kept telling himself so. There were things Brandon needed to be cautious about. That was that. Too bad the scene insisted on playing over and over in his head.


Dinner out at a nice restaurant had been Bran’s idea, a little celebration just because. Dressed and pressed, they sat at the intimate little table at the window, chatting and laughing softly, until a couple approached.


“Grant! Hey, what’s up?” the man called out and reached for Brandon’s hand.


They both rose in deference to the cute little blonde with him.


“Oh, hey. Der this is Mike. Same profession, different ladder company, and his wife Lisa. Guys, this is my friend, Der.”


His friend.


It had felt like Brandon had kicked him in the stomach but he kept the smile frozen in place and kept up the charm long enough for them to go away and for dinner to be over. Once home, he shed the finery and locked himself in the bathroom, unable to lie to Brandon and unable to tell him what was bothering him. It was simply too ridiculous.


Brandon didn’t need Der to tell him something was wrong, nor did he need to guess what was wrong. He’d known the moment Der had shut down at the restaurant, and exactly why, although he didn’t know what to do about it now.


He sat on the sofa with Smoke on his lap and envied the contented way he purred as if all was fine with the universe. Occasionally he glanced at the closed bathroom door and wondered if he should knock. What was he going to say to Der though? ‘I’m sorry I’m too much of a coward to tell everyone about us’? That was the truth of it really, and it didn’t matter that he had good reason to be afraid.


It was more than just a fear of the harassment and hazing he might have to put up with if everyone knew. Being completely out in his line of work was more than just risking his job; it was risking his life. Every firefighter depended on his fellow firefighters. Every one of them would risk his life if another was in trouble. It was almost unimaginable that a firefighter might do less if, say, he did not approve of the other guy’s ‘lifestyle.’ Almost unimaginable, but Brandon could imagine it, and it was not entirely unfounded.


Still, he had never felt more ashamed than he did now. To deny what Der meant to him like that… Funny how one little thing could totally fuck up your happiness. He supposed it all came down to choices. He had choices, certainly.


Option one was to give up Der and any thought of ever having a relationship with anyone to protect his job. That was never going to happen. He’d rather shoot himself now and get it over with.


Option two was to ignore what happened, give Der a bunch of hollow reassurances, live with the guilt and the knowledge that he was a total coward, and of course that little fear in the back of his head that someday someone at work would find out.


Option three was to quit. Find a job where it didn’t matter if the world knew he loved another man. As painful as that option was, it was the cleanest. It was also completely unfair, but that was just life.


Der sat on the bathroom floor in his boxers, wiping away the occasional silent tear. Any minute now, he was going to get up, go to Brandon, and tell him he was sorry for being such a drama queen. He understood. Truly, he did.


It had nothing to do with the fact that everyone Der knew was made to understand that Bran was the love of his life, that even the boys down at the body shop knew, that even the greengrocer down the street knew.


No, he couldn’t think like that. Brandon was in a dangerous profession. He’d almost lost him once. If sharing such things would put him at risk, Der didn’t want him to. He could be Brandon’s dirty little secret. He could.


At the moment, though, he couldn’t get up off the bathroom floor.


A moment later, he heard a soft knock on the door.


“Der? Can I come in?” Brandon asked hesitantly.


“Yes…no!” Der snagged the towel off the rack to dry his face. “All right.”


Der might as well have not bothered. Brandon opened the door slowly, took one look at him and wished more than anything that he could turn back the clock a few hours. Just this once. His gaze dropped to the floor, unable even to look at Der. He felt like the biggest jerk on the planet. “Der, I’m sorry,” he said in an anguished whisper.


“No, no, love!” Still on his knees, Der flung himself at Brandon to wrap his arms around his waist. “No…you…you did what you had to. I’m an idiot for getting all worked up over something…like this.”


“No, you’re not an idiot. You have every right to be upset. It was a shitty thing to do,” Brandon said, putting his arms gently around Der. “It’s not right, Der. I love you more than anything. I’ve never been more ashamed of anything than what I did tonight. You deserve better.”


Der sniffed and buried his face against Brandon’s hard stomach. “I don’t want better. I want you.” Now that hadn’t come out right at all but he was so jumbled and flustered.


A short bark of laughter tinged with bitterness around the edges escaped Brandon. “I didn’t mean it like that love. I meant you deserve to be treated better, by me. You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

He sighed, and since Der didn’t seem to want to get up he lowered himself to his knees and wrapped his arms around Der. “I can’t do this, Der. I don’t ever want to do that to you again. I don’t want to hide who I am, and I certainly don’t want to hide you.” He took an unsteady breath. “I don’t care what the consequences are. I won’t ever do that again. I want everyone to know I love you.”
“You’re just determined to make me cry tonight, aren’t you?” Der got out in a choked whisper. He wrapped his long arms tight around Brandon and tried to get his stupid tears under control. “Gods. I love you so.”


He let Brandon soothe him, rocking and shushing him. It felt so good.


Finally, he could raise his head to look at Bran again. “Maybe…it’s not as scary as you think. I mean, Chris knows. And he doesn’t think any differently of you.”


Bran gave Der a little smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Chris is a good guy. He’s also got a brother that’s gay. He’s more open minded than some, a lot more than others. Der…” He shook his head and sighed again. “Yeah, you’re right. Maybe it won’t be so bad.” He didn’t believe that, but he wanted to. He really wanted to, for Der’s sake as much as his own. He knew some of the guys he worked with would be OK with it if they knew, and he knew which one’s were going to be trouble, maybe in a big way. But, he said it, he’d made his decision, he wasn’t going to go back on it now.


“Hon, it’s not like you need to stand atop the ladder truck and shout it to the world.” Der ran his claws through Brandon’s hair. It made him uneasy, that he had driven Brandon to this. “Not like you have to wear a sign or anything.”
A grin that was a little more genuine curled the corner of Brandon’s lips. “What? You mean I don’t have to plaster the back of the truck with rainbow stickers? I don’t have to get ‘Homo’ tattooed on my forehead?” He stopped because he could see his joking was not putting Der at ease.


Bran slid his hand to the back of Der’s neck and leaned in until their foreheads touched. “Let’s say a week or two from now we’re out someplace and we run into someone else and I introduce you as my partner. That guy goes to the bar with some buddies and says ‘Guess what? Grant’s a fag’. Those guys go to work and tell their buddies. Then for the next few months, I got to put up with the looks and the whispers and those brave enough, or worried enough, to ask if it’s true. Believe me, middle school girls got nothing on the gossip mill a fire station can generate.”


“I don’t want it to be like that. I’d rather just put it all out on the table and that way there’s no question.” He paused for a second and kissed Der. “You should know I don’t do things halfway, love.”


Der nodded, putting on a shy smile as he watched one claw trace a pattern in the bathroom rug. “So you are planning on standing atop the ladder truck and shouting?”


“Well, maybe something a little more subtle…that is, if…um…well, there’s this picnic coming up. Maybe that’s not a good idea though. I don’t want to put you through any crap if someone gets ugly.”

“Right. And kids. There would probably be kids. Moms get a little freaked out around me.”


Now Brandon was confused. He didn’t know how to do this. On the one hand, he wanted to protect Der, on the other he wanted to be sure Der knew he didn’t want to hide him. He sat back on his butt, knees bent and arms draped loosely over them. He tipped his head back until it hit the counter behind him and he sighed. “I don’t know what to do.”


Der’s sharp teeth flashed in a little grin. “Wanna throw a party?”


Bran thought about it for a moment, trying to picture what it would be like to have their friends mingling together… best not to think on that too much. He looked over at Der. “All right.”


“Good.” Der pulled him close again. “You invite the firehouse and I’ll invite a few of my less…extreme friends.” He kissed the side of Brandon’s throat. “And now I think you better take me to bed, hon. I’m exhausted.”




“And this should offend me, it seems?” Elric’s soft voice sounded amused. It was hard to tell.


“I just didn’t want you to hear it somewhere else, my Prince, and wonder if I no longer loved you,” Der said into the phone with a soft smile.


Ach, no, mein schatz. No need to frighten the nice firemen,” came the dry answer. “Truly. I do understend. This shall be difficult enough for Brandon as it is.”


The calls to non-invited guests had been difficult but everyone was in a cooperative mood, more or less. Syren seemed a bit hurt, though she said not, and Chrys explained in a later, whispered phone call that she had a thing for firefighters. Imagine that. And Anthony had sulked but someone had come to distract him during the call, presumably Jerrett since there had been some mention of him needing to use his mouth for other things right then.


The night of the party, Der braided his hair back, kept his jewelry small and understated, and dressed in a pair of black slacks and a wine red button-down shirt. Not really his style but for Brandon he was willing to make sartorial sacrifices.


Ethan and Quinn arrived first, and Chris and his wife Angie were next. They sat and talked and kept Brandon occupied while they waited. Cody and Victor arrived at the same time as Dave and Xavier. Brandon glanced around the room and had to wonder if this was really such a good idea. The urge to tell everyone to forget it and just go home was eating at him. Not because he was ashamed of Der or them, not because he was worried about what anyone would think, but because he was worried for them.

What if one of the guys from the station started making stupid comments? What would he do? He could not shake the feeling that he had set all his friends up for an ambush, only he wasn’t sure which side was doing the ambushing.

Then it was too late, as some of the guys from the station started arriving, some of them with their girlfriends or wives. Brandon played host, made introductions, and felt like he was a million miles away from reality. He had no idea what he was doing or saying anymore.
Jonathan arrived alone, fashionably late, with apologies. Vincent had managed to pick up some sort of food poisoning from the take-out salad Drew had brought him for lunch. Naturally, Drew felt it was entirely his fault for not protecting Vince from invisible microbes, so he had stayed home as well to play nursemaid.


This was perhaps a mixed blessing. After the fire at the condo, Jonathan had sent flowers to the station as a thank you, then went one better and handed out cards to each of the fire fighters so they could send a bouquet of their choice to wives or girlfriends. Most of the people Brandon had invited knew Jonathan and of course, it was no secret that he was gay. That was no problem when he was simply a victim of a nasty arson or the friendly, grateful florist.


That he was here though, on a personal level, created a bit of confusion. His professional charm firmly in place, Jonathan had no problem mingling, mostly with those same wives and girlfriends who had been the recipients of his floral creations, and he had them talking and laughing within moments. The atmosphere began to feel more like a party and less like a formal gathering, but a hard to define undercurrent of tension crackled in the air.


Brandon stood talking with Chris but he kept an eye and an ear on the rest of the room. He could almost watch it happen, as if Jonathan’s arrival made things click for the straight people. If he were a little more removed from the situation, it would have been funny. Barring Jonathan, most of the gay guys in the room could ‘pass’. Vic worked construction, Ethan was a vet, neither one of them threw off any serious gay vibes. The first thing people noticed about Quinn, other than he was remarkably handsome, was that he was blind, and then they focused on the dog. Der was big and had a lot of other distractions going on. Dave looked like the boy next door. Cody might have raised a flag or two but he was playing it very low key. Xavier was the only one who had ruffled a few feathers, but he seemed to be an equal opportunity flirter and so walked that line of ‘is-he-or-isn’t-he’?


Jonathan might as well have walked in and pressed a buzzer that sent the guys racing for their gear and sliding down a pole. Only this pole was more likely to be found at the club Xav worked at than the one these guys were used to. Oh god, he was going to start laughing, he couldn’t help it. Gene, the guy who had been talking to Xavier suddenly got a look on his face like someone had mooned him. Jim was looking around with his brows together like he was working on a particularly difficult puzzle. Al was slowly turning his head, scanning the room, and all he was missing was a cartoon balloon over his head saying “Leaping lizards, Batman! Everyone here is g-a-y!”


Brandon started to snort, and coughed to keep the hysterical giggles in check.


Chris elbowed him. “Keep it together, Grant.”


That did it, sent him right over the edge. With his hand over his mouth, he nearly ran into the kitchen busting up laughing. Just when he got the laughter back under control, Der came in and his arched brow and puzzled look sent Brandon off into another hysterical gale of giggles.


Der put his arms around him, grinning. “I’m that funny? I haven’t even told a joke yet.”


Brandon wiped his eyes, holding his sides and pressing his cheek to Der’s chest. “Sorry…sorry. It was just so damn funny, watching them figure it out.”


“Figure what…?” Der chuckled when he understood. “I see. So apparently, you have to have defective gay-dar to qualify as a firefighter. Interesting. Learn something new every day.”


Xavier was simmering slowly but so far he’d managed to be a good boy. Gene, the guy who had been talking to him, needed to shut up. He was acting like Xavier had just sprouted a second head or something.


“Hey, are you a fag or what? Cause I’m not into that, so just…” He made a little gesture meant to ward Xav off.


Xavier rolled his eyes. As if. “Don’t worry sweetheart, big and stupid isn’t my type.”


The comment either went over his head or he chose to ignore it. “Yeah, well, whatever, just stay away from me.”


Xavier smiled, he heard Cody draw a sharp little breath and call his name in a soft warning, but he ignored it. He’d had just about all he was gonna take from this asshole. “I wouldn’t fuck you with someone else’s dick,” he said, sugary sweet.


Gene curled his lip in disgust. “Ugh! Shut the fuck up, you little faggot pervert!”


That might have been the end of it since Xav had pushed the buttons he wanted to and got a spectacular reaction out of it. Unfortunately, Dave stood within earshot. He whirled and stalked over to Gene, aggression oozing from him.


“What. Did. You. Call. Him?” He spat out each word as if it were poison but he wasn’t waiting for an answer. Index finger stabbing at Gene with each syllable, he stood nose to nose with the fireman. “You apologize to him or I feed you your own fucking testicles.”


Gene backed up a step, but only so he could get a better shot. Brandon, who was coming out of the kitchen at just that moment, caught his arm before he ever got a chance to swing.

Xav had come up behind Dave. He didn’t grab his arm, he knew better than that, but he put his hand on his back lightly. “Let it go, hon. Not worth your time,” he said softly.


The growl he got in response told him Dave’s hackles were up way too far for soothing words. His eyes remained locked with Gene’s. “You got a problem, man? You some kinda queer basher? Maybe get your kicks rolling people half your size?”


“Fuck you!” Gene spit back. “I don’t give a shit what you diseased homos do, just keep the little fucking fairy away from me! Don’t breathe in my air space unless you want a problem!”


If Gene had been looking for the worst possible thing to say at that moment, he managed to do a damn good job. With a fierce cry, Dave launched, swinging with little regard to who might be in the way.


“Dave! Oh, for fuck’s sake…” Xavier grabbed him, only because Brandon still had hold of Gene. The shove Dave gave him sent him flying backward until he came up hard against the wall. “Vic!” Xavier shouted. He was probably the only one who could stop Dave at this point.

Now Brandon had a dilemma. He’d grabbed Gene to keep him from swinging, but he wasn’t going to hold him back so Dave could beat the shit out of him, even if he did deserve it. Instead of letting go, he turned, putting himself between Dave’s charge and Gene.


Half the room had lunged towards the combatants while the other half scrambled away. Consequently, Victor’s interception of Dave was delayed for a crucial half-second, and Der, closer and terrified Brandon would be injured, hurled himself in harm’s way.


In the flurry of fists and flailing limbs, pain became inevitable. Dave got in one good shot at Gene’s jaw before other bodies got in the way. Whose fist slammed into Der’s eye was more difficult to puzzle out. Victor reached them and seized Dave in a hard bear hug from behind, trapping his arms to his body and dragging him backwards, kicking and bellowing.


When the proverbial smoke cleared, Victor had Dave sequestered in the bedroom, Brandon and Gene stood glaring daggers at each other, and all six and a half feet of Der lay unconscious on the floor.


“Get out!” Brandon snarled at Gene. “Just get the fuck out!”

“Hey, that dude got in my face first!” Gene shot back.

“Oh yeah? And why is that? Because you’re a bigoted asshole? Because Xavier was fine to talk to until you realized he was gay?”

“Bi, actually,” Xavier said with a little cough. “I like girls, too.”

Neither man said anything to that.

“Whatever, Grant. You can hang out with your little queer friends, don’t expect me to be around ’em,” Gene said as he headed toward the door.

“Hey, Gene…” Brandon called after his retreating back. “You better get used to it, cause I’m one of those ‘queers’, too.”

Gene stopped at the door and looked back at him with a glare of shock and disgust, but he said nothing and slammed out.

The room was particularly quiet. Brandon looked down at Der, wanting nothing more than to gather him up in his arms, but Ethan had him already and Brandon had a room brimming with people staring at him. He rubbed the back of his neck with an agitated hand and blew out a breath. “So, uh… that’s my little announcement of the night folks. Anyone else doesn’t like it, well, there’s the door,” he said with a tired sigh.
“Oh, my God!” Jonathan called out from across the room in his best TV drama queen voice, his hands on either side of his face. “Brandon’s gay?”


When all eyes turned to him, as he knew they would, he strolled to the center of the room, his most charming smile in place. “Seriously, ladies, who here’s really surprised by that? Show of hands…”


One older woman put up a hesitant hand and put it back down with a sheepish look.


“Right.” Jonathan held up a finger and prompted. “And that’s because…?”


“The nicest, hottest guys always are,” Angie supplied with a shaky grin.


“Why, thank you,” Jonathan beamed, hand fluttering over his heart. All the women in the room giggled; they couldn’t help themselves. He knew the sitcom version of gay had its uses, especially with a straight audience.


“So, that means Der’s, like, Brandon’s boyfriend and stuff?” One of the blonder girlfriends said with evident disappointment. “Aw, man….”


That got a bigger laugh and Jonathan decided the bad moment was over. “All right, let’s get cleaned up here. Everything’s all right, folks.” Go about your business, nothing to see here… He almost had a hysterical fit of giggles himself at the thought of a social traffic cop. “Ethan, maybe Der might like to rest a bit in quiet?” He turned toward the wall. “Xav, you OK?” He got a nod and continued directing as Ethan gathered Derelict‘s long frame up in his arms. “Get some ice, hon, bring it along.”


Xavier retrieved the ice cube tray from the freezer and a dish towel and followed Ethan into the bedroom which was where he wanted to be anyway. Brandon came too and as soon as they were through the door Xavier handed him the ice and went to go check on Dave, who seemed to have settled down, though Vic still had a hold of him.


“You OK?” he asked.


Dave gave a tight-jawed nod, eyes squeezed shut. Settled, yes, but with the fight taken from him, he still had to fight the battle inside. “I’m sorry, sweets…” he got out between clenched teeth. “I’m so sorry.”


“He’s just realized what he promised Katya about these sorts of occurrences,” Vic said in a dry tone.


“What he promised…?” Xavier’s puzzled expression suddenly cleared. “Oh…oh, that…um, that guy really had it coming though, you know? I mean, we don’t have to tell Kat, do we?” Xav asked, looking hopefully between Vic and Dave.

“Yes. You. Do,” Vic answered sternly. “For David’s peace of mind if nothing else. He could have just had words with the cretin. He didn’t have to go after him. Not as if you were in any physical danger.”


Except from Dave himself. Xavier crumpled a bit, but he stopped and tried to blank his expression, caught between wanting to be mad and not wanting to hurt Dave.


Despite being in the teeth of adrenaline shakes, Dave didn’t miss it. He pulled loose from Vic and fell to his knees at Xavier’s feet. “Love…I’m sorry…that creep…I couldn’t stand him talking to you like that. Xav…do you wanna slug me?”


Xavier put his arms around Dave, leaning into him and holding him. “No. Although, I reserve the right to change my mind after Kat’s done.” He sighed and kissed the top of Dave’s head. “I love you, babe. You didn’t need to go after him like that. It was just words. I’ve been called worse.”


“But you shouldn’t have to put up with it…” Dave sighed and nuzzled at his stomach. “I love you, too, sweets. And I’ll give you a free shot when Ms. Kat’s done.”


A soft moan came from the bed followed by a muttered phrase that sounded suspiciously like, “Death before dishonor but neither before breakfast.”


“I think he’s alright.” Ethan said dryly.

Brandon leaned down from where he sat on the edge of the bed and kissed Der lightly. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Dizzy.” Der reached up to cup Brandon’s face, the eye not covered in ice full of concern. “Are you all right? Did they hurt you?”


Brandon smiled. “No, not at all.”


“There, see what I told you? This wasn’t so bad.”


Brandon gave a small, incredulous laugh. “Oh no, not at all. Just a heap of sneering contempt and an all-out brawl. No problem.” He looked over at Dave and Xavier. “I’m sorry to have put you guys in that situation. I knew Gene has…issues, but I really didn’t think he’d say anything nasty, not out loud, not here in front of everyone. I’m sorry.”

Xavier gave a little shrug. “It’s OK, Brandon. Don’t worry about it. If you go around apologizing for every asshole and his big mouth, you won’t be doing anything else but saying you’re sorry. It’s not your fault.”

“Damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead!” Der raised a finger towards the ceiling. “And it was just one idiot, after all. He’s probably a closet queen anyway.”


Not too much longer after that they all rejoined everyone else in the living room. Brandon was somewhat surprised, pleasantly, that no one else had left, and everyone seemed to be getting along just fine. A couple of the guy’s he’d invited looked a little uncomfortable at certain points in the evening, but there were no further hostilities.


Edie, the Lt’s wife, a mature woman with grown children of her own, fussed over Der and made certain Dave had ice on his hand as well. “I’m just glad you finally found someone, Brandon,” she said at one point. “And someone so sweet, too. Trying to protect you like that. I was starting to worry that you’d always be alone.”


“Well, um, thanks…” Brandon said, blushing just a little bit. He looked over at Der and smiled. “You don’t know how glad I am I found Der.” He said in a soft voice meant for her ears alone. “He is the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”

Der sat on the sofa with his feet up on the coffee table and Electra in his lap, talking to Jim, who was on his fourth beer.

“So, um, can I ask a personal question?” Jim picked at the label on his bottle.

“No, I will not give you the name of my manicurist,” Der said with a mock-offended sniff. He relented with a grin. “Of course. Ask away.”

“Who…I mean which one of you…” Jim rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “God. Which one of you is the guy?”

Der blinked his one visible eye slowly, his expression completely serious as he answered, “We take turns. Brandon has us on a strict schedule. Whoever has on the lace panties that day is the girl.”

“No shit?” Jim breathed out, doing his best impression of a carp.

“Yes, complete bullshit. I was kidding.” Der chuckled. “Sorry. Couldn’t resist. We’re both guys. Not like we can be anything else. I think you mean who takes top.”

His face fire-engine red, Jim ducked his head and nodded.

“Do you always do the same thing in bed with your girlfriend?” Der prompted gently.

“Well, no, but…”

“So it’s not that different. It’s not as if we have to do things one way or another. You just do what strikes your fancy at the time, right? Well, so do we.”

“It’s just kinda, you know…weird. Trying to picture Brandon kissing another dude,” Jim said quietly.


Brandon dropped onto the couch beside Der, kissed the corner of his mouth gently, and handed him the drink he brought over for him before turning his attention to Jim. “One man’s weird is another man’s hot,” Bran said. “If you don’t like it you don’t have to picture it.”


“Don’t get defensive Brandon, I’m not judging,” Jim said quickly.


Brandon wasn’t so sure, but he relented and tried for a reassuring smile. “Nothing’s changed, Jim. I’m still the same person. I don’t ogle the guys in the shower any more than you do. I’m not going to start hitting on everyone over pizza and beer when we go out. What I do in my personal life didn’t make a difference in how I do my job, and it won’t change how I do my job now that you know.”


Jim’s smile was a bit rueful. “I know that, Brandon, and I’m sure the LT knows that. Not everyone is going to feel the same, though.”


“You think I don’t know that?” Brandon asked. “I think we had proof enough tonight that it’s not just going to go smooth as pie.”


Jim looked at Brandon seriously. “I wish I could tell you that Gene’s the lone asshole at the station and that’ll be the end of it, but that wouldn’t be doing you any favors.”


“I know, Jim.”


“Then why did you say anything? I mean, you kept quiet about it before now. Why couldn’t you just keep it to yourself?”


Brandon started to bristle but he knew Jim wasn’t trying to be an asshole, he genuinely was concerned and thought Brandon might have been better off keeping his mouth shut. Brandon could hardly blame him when he’d had to think long and hard about it himself.


“Don’t ask, don’t tell? That about it?” Bran asked mildly. “What if I told you the same? What if someone made a rule that said you weren’t allowed to talk about your girlfriend or even acknowledge her existence in front of other people? Would that be okay with you? Could you pretend the person you loved didn’t exist?”


Jim went quiet, and so did several others who had been not-so-unobtrusively listening to their conversation. In fact, pretty much everyone in the room had gone silent and was now looking at Brandon thoughtfully.


Until Xavier slowly started clapping his hands. “Bravo, baby! You tell them, if they don’t like it, they can fuck right off!” He laughed, and suddenly the living room burst into applause.


Brandon looked pink around the ears but he lifted his beer and drank to that.

His eyes huge, Der couldn’t recall how to speak. This man had been afraid to introduce him in the restaurant as his lover mere days before. The thought came to him that he had better not ever ask Bran to do any home improvements. The whole building would end up in renovations. When his Bran made up his mind, he sure as hell didn’t do things by halves.

“Sweetheart,” he said in a small voice. “You can’t go around making speeches like that.”

Brandon looked at him in shock. “Why not?”

“Because it’s just about the hottest thing ever, and I don’t think you want me falling on my knees, begging and pleading, in front of company.”

Brandon leaned in and claimed Der’s lips for a longer kiss. “Who says I don’t?” he asked with a teasing smile. He stopped Der before he actually moved to do it, though. “When you’re feeling better, that is.”


Der grinned. “And here I thought my sweetheart was such a good boy, bashful and polite.” He rested his head on Bran’s shoulder with a gusty sigh. “What a relief. I don’t have to hide the whips and chains anymore.”


Ever the consummate flirt, Xavier leaned over the back of the couch to stage whisper in Der’s ear, “Shh…you’ll scare the straight people.”


Der clapped a hand to his cheek in mock horror. “There’s straight people here? Why didn’t somebody tell me?”


Jim, so uncomfortable a moment before, convulsed with laughter.


Brandon smiled as he looked around at his friends. Despite his uncertainty and hesitation about coming out, he was glad now that he had decided to do this. It was the sort of relief that only came after carrying a secret so long and finally unburdening yourself, the kind of happiness that came when you stopped living a lie and told your truth to the world. He felt wonderful. Whatever else might come, at that moment he didn’t care, he couldn’t be any happier with who he was and whom he loved.

Chapter 295 – Viking Burial

Chapter 286 – Club Night (2)

Der stopped at a place on the dance floor where the crowd had parted for him. Funny, all he had to do was smile sometimes, that white, sharp-toothed wolf’s smile, and people moved for him.

With a hand to Drew’s waist, he pulled him in close, letting the bumping grind of the music take him. He curled over to kiss the top of Drew’s ear. “You look smoking hot tonight, sugar bear.”

Drew laughed and shook his head. “You like the refugee look then, huh?” He grinned as he brushed a hand over the inch or so of hair on his head. At least it was soft now, but still shorter than he’d had it since he was six and his mom decided to take him to the barber for a brush cut for the summer. He glimpsed Xavier and Jonathan through the crowd, melded together at the lips and hips. He turned Der’s head toward them. “Now that’s smoking hot!” He laughed.

Der turned right back, an odd look in his eyes. Drew realized a moment late it might have been hurt lurking there. He still smiled, though, gamely trying to smother whatever thought had hit him. “Always. Those two can’t help it. Like little censures filled with sex incense.”

“Of course, neither one of them can hold a candle to you.” Drew smiled, his fingers pressing on the back of his neck to bring him closer for a soft kiss. “They’re too pretty to be really handsome.”

A soft laugh vibrated in Der’s chest as his hands slid down to the top curves of Drew’s lovely butt. Caught sulking, oh, yes, Drew could read him like a picture book. “Flattery will get you just about everywhere with me.”

Drew grinned happily and kissed him again. “Don’t I know it,” Drew said cheekily as he bounced and wriggled in Der’s arms. He wasn’t as talented as Xav, or as graceful as Jonathan, but he was enthusiastic and always had fun when he was dancing.

Der bent him backwards when the beat turned sultry. His body never stopped moving, a slow, sensual grind against Drew’s as if he took him right there on the dance floor. He closed the distance between them, unable to resist those lips any longer, and seized them in a fierce kiss.

At the table, Vincent let out a little snort that had Brandon looking his way. “I think some of us might end up sleeping alone tonight.”

Brandon’s chuckle didn’t sound entirely comfortable and Vincent bit back a sigh. Apparently, he was capable of making even Brandon ill at ease. He changed the subject slightly. “I wanted to thank you. For Jonathan. For being so kind to him.”

“Well, I, uh…” Brandon cleared his throat. “I didn’t exactly do it just to be nice to him, you know.” He glanced at Vince with a little grin, his expression all sexy boy-next-door. “Although, I’m glad he’s more comfortable around me now.”

Vincent laughed softly. “I didn’t mean to imply that you did it out of pity. He is perhaps one of the most incredible sexual magnets I’ve ever met, a sensual being in every sense.” He leaned his chin on his hand. “I knew long ago I couldn’t demand absolute fidelity. He needs a little…variety of experience. But he needs the rules. And he needs compassionate lovers. Which is why I give my permission carefully.”

He smiled at Brandon. “So, yes, I know how desirable he is. But thank you, for letting him find his way to you. It took Der much, much longer to make any headway with him, you know.”

Now it was Brandon’s turn to snort. “That’s because they both like teasing each other so much.” He took a sip of his beer, looking out over the crowd. Jonathan and Xavier had been swallowed up, but he could still spot Der and Drew. He loved Der more than anything, thought that gorgeous body should be cast in bronze so generations from now some horny boy could still run his hands over it. Watching the way he moved with Drew was pretty damn hot, too… that boy could still make his heart thud, and, ah, other areas a bit further south.

He returned his attention to Vincent. “I think you’re right. I can see Der’s devious plans to steal Drew from you tonight from here.” He chuckled. “Will you mind? If they both go with someone else tonight?”

“Mind?” Vincent shook his head. “No, not mind so much as miss them. I’m not one of those people who can’t sleep alone. But it will be a little strange. I don’t think I’ve had a night yet where I’ve been alone in our house.”

Drew had almost forgotten how much fun it was to lose himself in a crowded dance floor and just let the music pulse through him. He didn’t know how much time had gone by, but Der leaned in to tell him he should go check on Brandon. Drew nodded, but he wasn’t ready to stop yet. He gave Der a kiss and shimmied into the crowd.

Drew had been so absorbed with Der and with dancing that he hadn’t really noticed how many times eyes traveled over him. He noticed as soon as Der left his side, though. He wasn’t gone thirty seconds before a smiling stranger danced his way up to Drew and slid his arms around him. Drew stiffened for a second or two, but he told himself to relax.

Wasn’t he here to dance and have fun? Still, he only danced with him for a minute before moving out of his grasp, but he seemed only to move right into another.

About the fourth or fifth one, he found someone a little more determined not to let him slip away. “You are fuckin gorgeous,” he said just above Drew’s ear. His arms were around Drew’s waist and he pressed his hips close, rubbing up against Drew. “Come home with me so I can fuck your brains out.”

Drew laughed. “Smooth.” He shook his head. “I’m with someone.”

“Bring him, he can watch. Or I’ll do you both.”

“No thanks.” Drew went to pull away from him but another guy pressed up behind him.

“Don’t mind him, honey. He’s trashed. You can still come home with us, though?”

“No, sorry.” Drew said, and somehow slipped sideways. Okay, maybe it was time to go. Or at least go check on Vince and everyone. He wove his way through the writhing bodies and ran smack into Der. He beamed a bright smile up at him and put his arms around his neck. “I was just heading back to the table.”

If Der wrapped his arm around his waist a bit possessively, he couldn’t be blamed. He’d seen the more insistent cruisers. Seen how they had their hands and just about everything else all over Drew and he’d just managed to wipe the snarl from his face when Drew found him.

“Well, perfect, since I was just coming to find you,” Der said with a smile and a nuzzle to Drew’s cheek.

Drew nuzzled him back and found his lips in a softly tender kiss. “I feel bad, I kept you all night. You didn’t get to dance with Brandon at all.”

“Tell you a secret,” Der said in a stage whisper. “Brandon’s too white bread to have any rhythm. He doesn’t like to dance.” He ran a claw tip through Drew’s hair. “I was just wondering, sugar bear, it’s been so nice to see you. Would you like to come home with me tonight?”

“Only if you promise to tie me up and do naughty things to me,” he said in a playful sexy whisper in Der’s ear.

Der held up a hand in a Boy Scout salute. “Scout’s honor. I will be absolutely wicked.”

Drew laughed and was still laughing while he ran to keep up with Der’s long legs as he strode back to the table.

The request made Vincent glance at Brandon with quiet amusement. “Well, we certainly know our boys, don’t we?” He turned back to Der. “I’ve already lost Jonathan to Xavier, they’re already gone. And now you want my Andrew as well? Should I take Brandon home with me to make things even?”

He was teasing, Der was pretty sure, but still his mouth hung open with no snappy retort able to form.

Brandon knew Vince wasn’t serious, but he wasn’t above a little teasing himself. He slid a hand across Vince’s shoulders, caressing over the dark silk of his hair. He leaned in closer so when he spoke his breath moved over Vince ear. “I think that’s only fair.”

Vincent managed to keep both a straight face and a handle on the little shiver that skittered up his back. He still gazed at Der, whose confounded expression had just gone from surprised to adorably perplexed. “Well? An answer sometime today?”

“I suppose if you wanted,” Der answered slowly. “That is, I suppose I shouldn’t be too greedy…”

Brandon leaned even closer and whispered for Vince’s ear alone. “Even if I just end up on your couch, hon. Better than on my own listening to them, hm?” he said, letting Vince know that whatever happened was up to him.

A pale hand reached up to smooth a stray bit of hair from Brandon’s face. “There we are then. Drew, you may have Der tonight. All to yourself.” Vincent smiled for Drew but an odd feeling had hold of him. He wasn’t sure if it was attraction or nerves.

In the hearse, Drew waited until Der had pulled out onto the street before he asked. “Der, you ok with this? For sure?”

Der’s laugh held a strange, fey edge. “Gods. What a jerk I’d be if I asked Brandon to accept all the things I do and then tell him no the first time…not that anything will probably happen. At least…maybe not. It is Vincent, after all. Not that I’m saying Vincent’s not…oh, dear gods, I’m just going to get both big feet stuck in my mouth no matter what here.”

Drew laughed softly, and then said a little more seriously. “I don’t think you would have been a jerk if you’d said no… I mean, he did sort of spring that on you. Although, I don’t think Bran or Vincent meant to, I think they were just teasing, at first.”

“At first.” Der pulled in a long breath as he took a corner. “Right. Not so sure about towards the end there. And I don’t know where this is coming from. It doesn’t give me any sort of turn that you sleep with Jonathan and Vincent. It doesn’t bother me at all that Jonathan’s gone off to screw Xavier’s brains out. I certainly don’t have any odd feelings, except for getting hard as hell, when I see the Prince kiss someone else. And it just gets me hot thinking of Ethan with Quinn.”

He chewed carefully on his lower lip. “So why do I feel like I need to mark my territory now?”

Drew looked at him, waiting…and when he didn’t say anything more he shook his head. “Oh, c’mon Der… you have to know, don’t you? Brandon’s the one, you know, the one. And it’s the first time he’s gone off with someone else since you guys have been together. You’re going to feel a little weird about it. I was just worried that you might feel too weird about it, like cause-a-problem weird.” Drew knew very well and very painfully how these things could suddenly become a big problem.

“Please.” Der snorted. “Just because I’ve fallen in love again, it doesn’t mean I’ve found…” He trailed off, opened his mouth, and snapped it shut again. “Oh. Dear gods…”

In that moment, in Drew’s casual words, he realized it was all true. Brandon was the one he’d waited for, pined for, not just his current love but also that one epic love of a lifetime. His. Brandon was his… “Jonathan’s right. I can be really dense sometimes.”

He turned it over some more and burrowed into the possibility of Vincent and Brandon… his beloved Vincent, his Brandon…and suddenly it didn’t seem odd at all. An image came to him of the five of them snuggled in bed like a basket of puppies and he threw his head back and laughed. “But I think, sugar bear, that it’s going to be just fine.”

Drew watched with a soft smile on his lips as Der worked though the process, imagining little gears turning in his head. He leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You are a great big wonderful man, you know that? Brandon is lucky.” He smiled.

“I’m the lucky one, sugar bear. Twelve times over.” He shot Drew a wink as he pulled into the apartment’s garage. “Now we just have to convince my mother that I’m settled and happy.”

“I think she knows.” Drew said, sliding over to straddle Der’s lap as soon as he cut the engine. “She hasn’t been calling you as much lately, has she?” He observed, kissing teasingly along Der’s jaw and across his lips. “I’ve missed you, Der,” he whispered, kissing him more firmly. The tip of his tongue teased the crease of Der’s lips until he opened and let him in to explore, the little bead in his tongue stroking along the roof of his mouth. His hips moved restlessly in Der’s lap, still wanting to move to the pounding rhythm of music they’d left behind. Drew’s fingers framed Der’s face, sliding back into his hair as they kissed with mounting passion. “I want you so much.” He got out in breathless rush between kisses.

Der’s hands slid over him, their limbs tangling in an urgent embrace. Drew leaned back a little when Der leaned forward and his back pressed up against the horn on the steering wheel, startling them both with a short, impatient blast. They both laughed.

“Maybe we should go upstairs, sugar bear.” Der suggested.

They managed to tumble out of the car and up to Der’s apartment with their clothes still intact.

Once inside, Der hung his coat on the peg and swept Drew up in his arms. “I’ve missed you, too. I’m so glad you’re well again. Have I told you how scared I was?”

“Only about a thousand times,” Drew said softly, his fingers stroking Der’s cheek.

“Sorry.” Der carried him to the bed and set him down gently. “But I’ve promised you wicked things…” He turned to rummage in his toy drawer, humming to himself.

Drew toed off his shoes and took off his socks, watching Der as he made a show of selecting just what he wanted while not letting Drew really see yet what he was taking out. Drew crossed his arms and pulled off his shirt. When he looked over at Der again he was leering comically and holding an enormous purple dildo almost as long as his forearm with pink flowers on it. Jonathan had given it to him as a gag gift a while ago. Drew laughed, “I don’t think so!”

Der frowned and looked at the lurid thing. He gave an airy wave. “Of course not. It will so clash with your hair, honey. What was I thinking?” Drew’s laugh sluiced over him in a warm eddy. Oh, how he loved that laugh.

He finally located what he truly wanted and stood with four lengths of cotton rope in one hand, twirling a hog tie by one of its rings.

Drew stood, slowly unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down as he looked at the ropes in Der’s hands. There was a little flutter in his stomach. Der had never really tied him up before. He’d asked Drew to restrain him, and there had been that once with Vincent there, but that was a little different. Drew realized all the little flutters were anticipation. He slid his jeans and underwear off and stood waiting, his excitement growing along with the stiffness of his cock.

Der took a step towards him and dropped to his knees, gray eyes gazing up at Drew. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered.

He put the hogtie on the bed and the cords on the floor before he lifted Drew’s right arm to kiss the soft skin at the base of his palm. He nuzzled and licked at the palm while he tied the first cord around Drew’s wrist.

Drew’s thumb caressed Der’s cheek while he tied the rope. He stood quietly, letting Der take his time as he tied each one carefully.

Little touches and kisses went with each but Der left the mouthwatering erection in front of his face alone. It was hard…he was hard…but he managed. Finally, he smoothed his hand over Drew’s hip. “Get up on the bed for me, sugar bear, on your front. Get yourself comfy.”


Brandon followed Vincent as he swung himself into the kitchen. “Could I get you anything? Water? Juice? Some of the chocolate biscotti Jonathan made yesterday?”

He hung up his crutches, levered himself onto his rolling stool and got out the offered items so Brandon wouldn’t have a chance to be polite and decline. They talked softly for a few minutes about Der, about the cats and the apartment.

Vincent finished his water and fixed Brandon with a steady gaze. “I do have an extra bed, of course, so there’s no need for you to sleep on the sofa. It’s not that I’m not interested but I would never force myself on you. I know I’m not exactly your type.” A little smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. “I’m not really anyone’s type, to be quite honest.”

Brandon actually laughed. “Ah, you’re right. Hot young men with gorgeous faces, long silky hair, and soulful dark eyes are never anyone’s type.” He made a fussy little wave reminiscent of a gesture Jonathan might use, his smile softening when he pulled a little laugh from Vince.

Brandon touched his fingers to Vince’s chin, tilting his head toward him. “If I felt nothing at all, I would have gone home with Der. It’s not reluctance you’re picking up on, just respect for boundaries.” Slowly Brandon leaned closer, giving Vince plenty of time to say stop, and when he didn’t, he brushed his lips tenderly over Vince’s.


Drew lay down on the bed as Der instructed, wriggling a bit to get comfortable. He thought of something and turned his head to the side to look at Der. “You don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to, Der.”

A strangled sound caught in Der’s chest as his brows crept up his forehead. “You are joking, aren’t you?” He pulled his sleeveless t-shirt off over his head. “Sugar bear, I dream about things like this. Your sexy little body trussed and squirming. How can you even suggest something like that?”

Drew’s lips curled in a little smile at him, though whether the smile was more for the comment or the skin just revealed would have been hard for him to say. “I just wanted to be sure, because you’re being so…careful.”

“Oh.” Der scratched his head. “Do you not want me to be careful? It’s not really what I’m good at. Playing rough.”

Drew chuckled softly. “I love everything you do, Der. Everyone’s been treating me like I might break lately, I was just making sure you weren’t uncomfortable or anything.”

With a little sigh, Der sat down next to him. He ran a claw tip down Drew’s back to circle the little dimple above his tight little cheeks. “You can’t blame us, love. If we feel a little more tender around you for awhile.” His breath caught and his voice trembled. “We thought we were losing you. Vincent was nearly out of his mind with worry. Me, too.”

“I know, Der. I know… I’m ok now though, all better,” he said with a softly encouraging smile.

Der snatched him up, pulled him into his lap, and crushed him close. His desperate war against bursting into tears had him shaking, his hands traveled over Drew’s body as if he needed to be reassured of his solidity. Desperation slid sideways and he seized Drew’s lips in a scorching kiss, devouring him, plunging his tongue again and again into the heat of Drew’s mouth.

Drew wrapped his arms around Der’s neck, pressing tightly to him, kissing him hot enough and hard enough to make his toes curl. Der released his lips only to bend into the crook of his neck, kissing and licking there. Drew tipped his head back with a soft moan of desire.

“Gods…the sounds you make,” Der whispered against his skin. “I’m going to burst into flames.”

“Don’t do that, we don’t have your fireman here to put you out,” Drew teased, his fingers combing through Der’s hair, the ropes still looped around his wrist trailing down Der’s back. He wriggled his hips in Der’s lap. “You’ll just have to find another way to burst.”


Vincent let his fingers slide into Brandon’s hair, so thick and surprisingly soft. He pressed closer as Brandon opened for him and let his tongue explore. His scent was clean and hinted at cinnamon. His hands were so gentle, hard to believe the man put out fires for a living.

“I would tell you about the scars.” Vincent pulled back, his thumb stroking Brandon’s cheek. “But I think you know. And I suppose we…match in a way, now.”

Brandon kissed along Vince’s jaw, his fingers gliding lightly over his ribs. “I won’t worry about them if you don’t.”

I don’t care if you don’t, and I don’t want it if you don’t,” Vincent recited the opening chorus lines of ‘Let’s Go to Bed‘, slipping into the habit of trading appropriate lyrics with Der.

Brandon chuckled softly near Vince’s ear. “Well, come on then.” He whispered, breathing in the scent of his hair. “Let’s go to bed.” He lifted Vince from the stool, strong hands holding him just below his butt. “Is this alright?” he asked belatedly. “Or would you rather walk?”

“This is fine,” Vincent said as he wrapped his arms around Brandon‘s neck. “He likes to carry me, too. And there’s no one here to see.”

Brandon smiled. He kissed and nuzzled Vince’s neck and lips all the way to the bedroom, then knelt on the edge of the bed and rolled Vince down, kissing him more passionately as he did. His fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them slowly and pushing the fabric back on his shoulders and down his arms.

Vincent allowed it, fighting the overwhelming shyness that crept over him when a new lover undressed him. He stopped Brandon’s hands after the shirt so he could reciprocate and unbutton Brandon’s to slide it off his hard-packed torso.

His fingers traced over the burn scars along Brandon’s side. There seemed a strange pattern to them, almost decorative.

“My death walks beside me,” he said softly as he gazed up into Brandon’s dark eyes. “It’s a strange thing, to stand beside death and have him tell you it’s not time. Survival is… excruciatingly painful at first, isn’t it? Though later you understand it as a gift.”

He came up on his elbow to give Brandon’s lips a tender kiss. “I’m still frightened at the prospect of losing someone I love. Having them dash into the dark before me. But my own death…that no longer frightens me at all.”

Brandon kissed him, soft but intense. “You are too old to be so young,” he murmured.

“So I’ve been told,” Vincent said as his hand wandered over Brandon’s chest. He hitched himself over to the headboard to recline against the pillows. A little wave had Brandon join him, straddling his hips. He caressed over Brandon’s arms, feeling the hard muscles before he moved his hands inward to undo Brandon’s pants.

Brandon watched Vince’s fingers as he worked on the buttons of his fly. His own hands caressed gently down Vincent’s chest, tugging the button of his slacks free and unzipping them. He bent to kiss the side of his throat, working his way down in a trail of hot kisses.

“You may need a shoehorn to get me out of these,” Vincent got out in a breathless whisper, referring to the skin-tight leather encasing his hips. “It took both Jonathan and Drew to get them on.”

“I think I can manage it.” Brandon chuckled. “I’ve had some practice.” He didn’t bother trying to slide his pants down, instead he took hold of the top and peeled the leather down lean hips and thighs. He dropped them over the side of the bed, and shed his own jeans and underwear. He lay on his side beside Vince, one arm propping his head.


Der’s answering growl was both playful and full of heat. He tipped Drew back onto the bed on his front with a little pat to his adorable butt. “You just relax, then, sugar bear, and let me work on getting us both to burst.”

He reached for the hogtie and placed it in the middle of Drew’s back. A little smile tugged at his lips when Drew twitched at the cold metal against his skin. His hands smoothed down Drew’s arms before he eased them back to tie them securely to the top rings. Then he bent one shapely leg up at a time, kissing along ankles and calves while he secured Drew’s ankles as well.

Feet up in the air, knees spread, Drew looked good enough to eat. So Der leaned forward to lick at the beautiful cheeks offered to him.

Drew flexed, testing the amount of movement he had. The tip of Der’s tongue ran a wet line over his cheek and he squirmed a little more.

“You like that, sugar bear?” Der breathed over the crease of his ass. “Or do you want something more?”


Vincent caressed Brandon’s side and hip, his fingers slipping over the curve of one muscular cheek. “I don’t generally bottom,” he said with a soft smile. “Though I usually have to top on my back. I hope that’s all right.

Bran kissed his lips, fingers trailing lightly down his chest. His smile was disarmingly boyish. “Can you snort like a bull, too?” he asked, and when Vince arched a brow, he chuckled. “Sorry, just a little joke. Der… never mind.” He kissed him again, laughing, and slid his arms around Vince. He kissed downward, follow the planes of his chest and letting his warm lips suck at his nipple, lashing it lightly with his tongue.

“Mmm, you are so sweet,” Vincent whispered, his back arching into Brandon’s eager attentions. His hands stroked through Brandon’s hair, over his broad shoulders and back. He gasped when Brandon sucked a nipple into his mouth. In no rush, he let Brandon do as he liked, willing to be teased for a while.


“Yes.” Drew breathed, his hips moving against the mattress in a slow sensual grind. “Oh please, yes…”

“Oh?” Der’s voice dropped to a husky growl. He peeled out of his leathers and reached into the nightstand. “And what is it you want, my little sex kitten?”

Not as if he needed Drew to tell him but he so wanted to hear it from Drew’s lovely lips. He set the lube down in easy reach, pulled a couple of claw sheaths on and waited for an answer.

“Mmm…I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight,” Drew said with a heated look for him.

“I do believe that can be arranged,” Der murmured. He flipped off the top of the lube bottle and squeezed a half dollar-sized dollop onto his sheathed fingers. He didn’t waste any more time teasing, about to pass out from desire himself, but rolled the pad of one silicon clad finger over Drew’s tight entrance until the tip slid inside.


Brandon moved down Vince’s torso with slow caresses and kisses. His mouth was already watering for a taste of the beautiful cock he nuzzled. Unable to resist any longer he laved the flat of his tongue in a lazy circle around the smooth head, and pushed his lips down the silky wetness he created.

Another little gasp whispered from Vincent. His hips rolled, pushing up into Brandon’s mouth. He took his bottom lip between his teeth to keep the hard moan from rising up his throat and some of the more ridiculous words as well. A hundred men had most likely told Brandon how handsome he was, how desirable. Any lover he’d had would have told him how wonderful that sweet, pliant mouth was.

Sweet spirits, his head was spinning. “I want you,” he finally moaned, his body yearning towards the one atop his. “Brandon…I want you so…”


Drew’s hips came up off the bed. “Uhhh…Der…” His name came out a husky whisper.

“Mmm, I’m right here, love,” Der whispered. He leaned forward to kiss Drew softly while his finger slid inside. Drew didn’t want to be treated like glass but he’d be damned if he was going to rush and hurt him.

He took his time, one finger and then two, teasing Drew open, waiting for him to relax. The little squirms were making him crazy, the hogtied position perfect for Drew’s lithe, graceful frame. When he couldn’t take any more, he positioned himself between Drew’s wide-spread knees, took his cock in hand and eased inside.


Brandon lifted his mouth from him and slid his leg over Vince’s hips. Without having to ask, he unerringly reached for a bottle of lube from the drawer beside the bed and stroked a good dollop over Vince’s straining shaft, his hand moving up and down slowly. “I want you too, Vince.”

“Good,” Vincent breathed on a sultry smile. He took Brandon by the hips and guided him, having him lift up a bit so he could position himself. Brandon hadn’t been prepared at all, which gave Vincent a moment of concern, so he rolled slowly, asking for entry rather than demanding it.

Brandon eased down, knowing exactly how much he could take and how fast. He watched Vince’s face, the way his eyes slid closed for a moment and opened again as if he didn’t want to miss anything, the way his soft lips parted on a little gasp, the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed hard. He leaned in, taking his lips like he wanted to devour him, his toned body moving in slow waves on top of him.

A moan vibrated against Brandon. Long arms wrapped tight around him, surprising him with their strength. Though someone who moved his whole body on his arms would have to have strong ones, he just hadn’t thought about it before.

Vincent’s moans came more often now as they moved together, his cock buried deep inside that tight sheath. He reached between them to wrap his fingers around Brandon’s erection, stroking in time with their hips, reveling in the feel of that thick, straight member in his hand.

Brandon rose and fell in steady rhythm with Vince. The hand wrapped around him moved with skill and had him climbing in no time. His own hands tightened in the sheets on either side of Vince. “Mmm…yeah, that feels so good.”


Drew’s forehead dropped to the mattress. “God, Der…oooh.” He exhaled, back arching gracefully.

Der grasped his hips and held him still so he couldn’t wriggle one way or the other. He thrust further in to his first ladder rung, the little balls of his piercings sendings electric jolts through him as they bumped past Drew’s tight ring. In and out, he eased farther and farther in until he buried himself all the way with a ragged moan.

Drew gave a heated moan of his own, his hips moving despite the way Der held them. He couldn’t help it. “Oh, that feels so good Der.” He said breathlessly into the sheets.


“Brandon…” Vincent whispered as his sac tightened, the pressure reaching boiling all at once. “Sweet spirits…kiss me…come with me…”


Der stilled buried to the balls inside Drew’s heat. He whimpered, trying to hold out for a little longer. “Sugar bear, are you anywhere near yet?”


Brandon’s lips hovered just above Vince’s. “Vince… oh, yes, I’m…uhhh!” He lost his words as his body suddenly moved faster, coming down harder and a hot geyser erupted over Vince’s smooth belly.


Drew groaned, unable to answer or even form coherent words. His body did all the talking for him, bucking and squirming as far as his bonds and Der’s weight would allow. It was a sudden, delicious thrill, knowing he was helpless under Der’s firm body, and yet knowing he was perfectly safe. He was so damn horny it was all he could do to hold on for a few more intensely erotic moments. Der’s cock pushed into him, grinding his hips and his cock into the sheets beneath. “Oooh, ooohhh!” His lean body tightened, he bucked hard, once…twice, and his come was gushing into the sheets.


Vincent seized his lips in a bruising kiss, bucking up into Brandon in short hard thrusts as that heated sleeve clamped around him. His cry of ecstasy caught by Brandon’s mouth, he let his lips and tongue tell him how wonderful he was as he came with explosive force.

Brandon collapsed on top of him, panting, and Vincent held him gently, murmuring soft, tender nothings in his ear.


Der’s eyes rolled and his hips pistoned, taking Drew harder than perhaps he ever had before. He came with a strangled cry, fingers digging into Drew’s hips, the room tilting from the intensity of it all.

Drew lay panting and boneless, a warm glow in his bound limbs. He couldn’t have moved even if he were free. He just wanted to lay there and float.

When Der’s eyes uncrossed and his cock had softened enough to retreat gently, he pulled out and undid the knots one by one. He placed Drew’s limbs down on the covers carefully, massaging each one before moving on. With the cords all tossed onto the floor, he moved Drew just enough to slide the wet spot out from under him and lay down beside him to nuzzle at his shoulder.

Drew took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and sleepy sated smile on his face. He turned over, sliding his arms around Der’s neck and kissing him. “That was really fun. So hot.” He grinned, kissing and nuzzling him.

“Of course it was hot,” Der said with a sleepy smile. “It was with you.” He rolled to his back, settled Drew against his side, and covered them both. “You know, if we go to sleep now, we might be able to get up in the morning in time to make Vincent breakfast.”


Vincent was at that moment settling Brandon next to him in nearly the identical position. “I suppose we’ve completed the last piece of the puzzle here,” he said, his hand stroking Brandon’s shoulder.


Dave woke first the next morning. Xavier slept curled in a warm ball beside him. In the living room Jonathan was just opening his eyes when Dave came out. They were both used to rising early, and both had plans for the day. Since Xavier wasn’t likely to stir before noon Dave offered to take him home.

Right about the time Dave dropped Jonathan off, Drew and Der were just getting back in the car from an early morning trip to the bagel shop and headed to the condo as well.

Jonathan took off his shoes at the door, put his keys on the rack in the kitchen and started coffee. A late night for Vincent meant he would still be sleeping and Drew would stay snuggled in with him whether he was awake or not. Jonathan hummed softly to himself as he padded around the condo.

Finally, he pushed the bedroom door open and smiled. Vincent lay on his side, his face angelic and beautiful as he slept, with Drew curled up against his back and burrowed under the covers.

Wait. That’s too big to be…

The body next to Vincent shifted, a heavily-muscled, tattooed arm sliding over Vincent’s hip.

“Holy shit!” Jonathan spat out, backpedaled three steps and fell on his butt in the hallway.

Brandon’s head came up, though it took him a few blinks before he realized he was in Vince’s bed looking at Jonathan on the floor in the hallway. “Jonathan?” he murmured groggily.

Vincent’s eyes snapped open. Then he grunted and buried his head under the pillow. His voice drifted out muffled from underneath. “This is not the manner in which I expect to be woken. Coffee and a kiss good morning, yes. Obscenities and drama, no.”

“But that’s…that’s not Drew!” Jonathan sputtered.

Vincent emerged, turned his head, and gave Brandon a soft, sleepy kiss. “I do believe you’re right, beloved. Such a smart man.” He dove back under the pillow to hide from the light. “More coffee, less drama.”

Jonathan’s mouth snapped shut while Brandon’s hung open. He watched as Jonathan picked himself up and retreated down the hall.

Brandon stroked his hand down Vince’s arm softly and kissed his shoulder. “That was a little…abrupt,” he said gently.

Vincent’s initial response was an irritated snort but the gentle hand kept stroking his arm and he realized he had worried Brandon. He rolled to his back and let Brandon settle his head on his shoulder.

“There are times to offer him comfort and sympathy,” he explained with a soft kiss to Brandon’s forehead. “And there are times when the drama is just drama and shouldn’t be encouraged. Think about it a moment. Going off to sleep with someone else’s boyfriend and then having the nerve to be upset with me for having someone in my bed.”

A little wail came from down the hall. “Where’s Drew?”

Vincent sighed. “When he’s ready to be my sensible Jonathan and not the Empress of Drama, I will gladly explain.”

“Well, do you mind if I go talk to him? I mean, he’s only just felt a little more comfortable around me, I don’t want him to go back to flinching every time I move.”

“I would say sleeping in your arms is more than just a little bit more comfortable,” Vincent grumbled. “Go ahead, then.”

Brandon gave him a long look, but he got up and pulled on his briefs and pants before wandering out. He found Jonathan in the kitchen. “Hey, um, I hope you’re not upset, Jon. Drew went home with Der, so… I came over here.”

“I can see that,” Jonathan snapped as he wiped down the counter unnecessarily. “I’m not blind. And of course the big dork has Drew. Right when I need him most.”

Brandon cleared his throat. “I’m sure he’ll be home soon. Can I help you with anything?”

Jonathan whirled, eyes blazing. “Yes. You can tell me what the fuck you’re doing in my bed! With my Vincent! And don’t you tell me he seduced you since he doesn’t do that and—”

“Jonathan!” Vincent’s voice came from the bedroom, clearly angry. “That’s enough! Bring the coffee and yourself and get in here. Now. Both of you.”

Brandon and Jonathan stood there for a moment, Jonathan still glaring and Brandon looking very blank. Jonathan picked up the coffee mugs he poured and swept past him. Brandon leaned back against the refrigerator and pushed his hands through his hair, blowing out a breath. “Goddamn it,” he muttered. Feeling frustrated he turned and followed.

In the bedroom, Vincent was sitting up, covers pulled up to his waist. His hair kept falling over half his face and he shoved at it irritably. He took the mug Jonathan offered him but his tone could have frozen icebergs. “I suggest that you amend your tone and explain yourself. Brandon is a guest in this house, here by my invitation. He is not an intruder, not some—”

The front door opened and Der’s chain-festooned boots sounded in the hall. He swung around the corner, calling out, “Hi, honey, I’m ho—” He stopped short in the bedroom doorway, bag of bagels in one hand, Drew tucked under his other arm. His face fell and he swallowed hard. “Um…bad time?”

“Oh, no, not at all,” Jonathon snarked. “Your timing, as always, is fucking perfect.”

Brandon, who was probably the most easygoing person in the room, had his limits. Der was where he drew the line. Vince opened his mouth to say something but Brandon beat him to it. “Hey, if you got a problem you can be pissed at me all you want, but don’t you take it out on Der.”

Naturally, Jonathan buried his head in his hands and started to sob.

“Sweet spirits give me strength.” Vincent rolled his eyes and pulled in a long breath. He ignored Jonathan for the moment and held out his arms to Drew. “Good morning, my love. Did you have a lovely evening?” Then he turned his gaze to Der. “Come in, dearheart, don’t stand in the doorway. So thoughtful of you to bring breakfast.”

Brandon, who felt about two inches tall now, had no clue what to do. Der came into the room and handed him the bag and kissed his cheek.

Drew murmured a good morning to Vince as he came closer but stopped to put his arms around Jonathan. He could never stand to see him cry. “What’s going on?”

Feeling a bit spurned, Vincent folded his hands in his lap. “Jonathan came home and found Brandon sleeping in the bed with me. Just sleeping, mind you. He had a…hissy fit. And I’m rather annoyed with him for making Brandon so uncomfortable.”

Drew kissed Jonathan’s temple, but since he wouldn’t look at him, he let him go and slid next to Vincent on the bed, kissing him good morning and smoothing his fingers over his hair. He knew better than to make any comment at all about Jonathan’s ‘hissy fit’, even if he did think it was just a wee bit hypocritical of Jonathan when he’d spent the night with Xavier.

“How come you’re home so early, Jonathan?” he asked, thinking that might be safe enough and hopefully might make him look up at least.

“’Cause…Dave…came home…” Jonathan hiccoughed out through his sobs. “And I… slept…on…the couch…”

“Ah.” Der shed his coat and plunked down on the bed next to Jonathan. “So you got kicked out of one bed last night, then you come home hoping to crawl into bed with your ever-predictable, ultra-reliable Dom and your sweetie, and you find this big lug in your spot.”

Jonathan nodded and threw himself into Der’s arms where he sobbed harder.

Drew, as compassionate as he was, was having a hard time feeling sorry for Jonathan when he was so obviously making Brandon feel like shit. He caught his eye and gave him a wan smile he hoped was reassuring. “He was upset the first time Der spent the night, too,” he offered.

“Jonathan.” Vincent’s voice had lost the chill edge but was no less firm. He handed over a tissue box and patted Jonathan’s knee. “That’s enough now. You’ll make yourself ill. If I had known you were coming home so early, I would have let you know. I’m sorry you had a bit of a surprise but it could hardly have been that much of a shock.”

He motioned for Brandon to come back to bed. “Everyone’s hungry. Dry your eyes and behave. It’s not quite fair of you to go off and see other people, with my permission or not, and expect me to wait in icy solitude for your return, now is it?”

Jonathan shook his head, trying his best to get hold of himself.

Drew suddenly had a suspicion but he kept his mouth shut on it. He kissed Vince’s cheek again and got up, taking Jonathan’s hand and pulling him off Der’s lap as well. “Come on, come and help me get more coffee for everyone,” he said, leading Jonathan out.

Brandon watched them go with a little sigh. He sat on the edge of the bed next to Der and gave him a little kiss, and patted Vince’s leg. “I’m sorry for making any problems for you, hon,” he said, even though he knew it wasn’t exactly his fault. “But I won’t say I’m sorry for staying over.” He smiled and leaned over to kiss the corner of Vince’s mouth.

In the kitchen Drew let Jonathan just stand and pull himself together in relative privacy, knowing it would be easier with just him in the room, while he got a tray and mugs out. He set them down and then put his arms around Jonathan, kissing and nuzzling him affectionately until he pulled a little smile from him. “Did Xavier say something to you? Was he being mean?” he asked, knowing how Xav could be sometimes. He thought that might be why Jonathan was so emotional this morning.

“Not…exactly,” Jonathan said with a little shake of his head. “We were, you know, going at it, and Dave came home unexpectedly while I was still shoved up inside Xav. And he hadn’t checked his messages and he had sort of an adrenaline attack. You know how Dave gets. Nothing he can help. And then he was OK, and Xav got bitchy with both of us and there was lots of yelling from the bedroom.”

He pulled Drew close. “I mean, sure, Dave must’ve set everything straight, ‘cause soon he was bellowing for a different reason. But everything felt kind of…off. Like I’d just been used and Xav didn’t even know it and wouldn’t have been able to explain it if I asked.”

Drew wasn’t so sure Xavier didn’t know what he was doing, and he was immediately indignant on Jonathan’s behalf. “So he fucks you, then treats you like shit, makes you sleep on the couch and kicks you out first thing in the morning. What an asshole.” He said, smoothing his fingers over Jonathan’s hair.

“Um…” Jonathan blinked in surprise over the fierce defense. “It wasn’t quite like that, sweetie. Xavier thought Dave would be crashing at DJ’s. He didn’t make me sleep on the couch. I just would’ve felt bad taking the bed. And he wasn’t even up when I left. I asked Dave to take me home.”

Drew pulled back a little bit to look at Jonathan face, his fingers caressing over his cheek as he searched his eyes for hints that he was just making light of things so Drew wouldn’t get upset. When he determined that Jonathan wasn’t making anything less then it was, his lips twitched a little bit. “Then why are you getting so worked up this morning, hm? Didn’t Xav take care of you…”

“No, no that was just fine…”

“Then give Vince a break. Did you really want him here lonely all night while we were off doing what we wanted?”


“Alright then.” Drew kissed him, soft and tender sweet. He twined his arms around his neck and let the kiss linger a bit longer then he’d intended just because.

Jonathan buried his face against Drew’s neck with a little sigh. “It just all felt a little… weird. And I wanted Vincent this morning, just wanted to crawl into his arms and feel normal again. And then I get here and nothing’s normal and he yells at me and even Brandon snaps at me and…” He trailed off, knowing he was sounding whiny and childish but unable to explain himself any better.

Drew held him, stroking his back. “I’m sure they didn’t mean to. Vince didn’t know you had a bad night, he just knew you woke him up early freaking out. And Brandon, I think he only snapped at you because you snapped at Der.”

Jonathan wiped at his eyes again. “I guess I made a huge, freaking idiot of myself again, huh?”

“No…” Drew consoled him with kisses and pets. “Maybe just a little bit.”

With a huge sigh, Jonathan gathered up the plates and mugs and made his way back to the bedroom where Der had Brandon and Vincent snuggled up on either side. He set everything down and knelt on the bed, hands on his knees, eyes on the covers.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t feel quite…right this morning and I lost my head,” he murmured softly.

“Beloved,” Vincent said softly. “It was more than losing your head. You made Brandon feel unwelcome and as if he had dropped an anvil on your feet.” His fathomless eyes pinned Jonathan where he knelt. “I suggest you make a more thorough apology.”

Hands twisting, Jonathan eyes darted to Brandon and back to the bed. “I’m sorry, Bran. That I made you feel bad. That I was such a bitch. I’m…sorry I shrieked at you.”

Brandon leaned forward and took Jonathan’s chin in his hand. “It’s alright, honey.” He said, and gave him a soft kiss. It was very sweet, and very Brandon to forgive so quickly. It was probably a very good thing the two of them weren’t in a paired relationship or Jonathan would have had him wrapped around his little finger in no time, until Bran had enough and left, which had been how more than one of his relationships ended.

With a little sniff, Jonathan flung his arms around Brandon’s neck and clung tight. He truly did feel bad. Brandon was one of the sweetest men he’d ever met.

Brandon gathered Jonathan up and pulled him into his lap to snuggle and spoil him. Vince rolled his eyes. Der looked amused, Drew relieved.

Feeling just a little bit smug with himself for getting Jon to calm down and now that everyone was smiling again he made a little half jump and dropped across the end of the bed.

“Such a lovely sight,” Vincent said with a little smile around a sip of coffee. “Did Der tire you out last night?”

“Oh no. He insisted we not do anything too strenuous and go to bed early so we could bring you breakfast in bed.” Drew said with a completely straight face. He was lying on his front and he looked at Der with a slow smile as he bent his knees up, his heels almost touching his butt in a pose meant to give him flashbacks to last night.

“Vince, honestly,” Der said on a long breath. “How do you look at that night and day and not have your heart stop?”

“I take it the ‘nothing too strenuous’ was nevertheless interesting,” Vincent purred. “My kestrel, I think you’re overdressed.”

Drew lifted his hips a little bit and reached under to unfasten his pants. Knees and shoulders still on the bed he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and slid jeans and undies down the curve of his butt to his thighs.

“You took home my sweet Drew and brought back this naught boy,” Vincent said with a husky little laugh. “Does anyone feel like dessert first?”

Drew wriggled his hips enticingly and shimmied the rest of the way out of his pants.

Der watched Drew’s antics with a little smile on his face. He wasn’t sure what came over him, maybe just leftovers from last night, but that irresistible little wiggle was…well, irresistible. He leaned up, one long arm making it easy to reach over and give that cute little up-turned butt a playful swat that nonetheless made Drew flinch and gasp at the loud crack.

While not really into the whole spanking thing, that one well place swat warmed more than his cheek. The smoky look he gave in return was smoldering hot.

Der ventured a look over at Vincent and stilled. Those dark eyes had narrowed, one long, pale hand clenched tight. A wrong move, a wrong word now and he might find himself the brunt of an ice storm. Only half a heartbeat passed, though it seemed longer, before Vincent fought through his territorial instincts and relaxed again.

He crooked a finger at Drew. “Come up here, my bad little kestrel. You are too delicious for words.”

Jonathan stirred to join him as well but Vincent gestured him back. “You, beloved, will stay where you are for the moment. You’ve hurt Brandon’s feelings and I expect you to make him feel oh-so-much better.”

“As you command, Oh Prince of Night,” Jonathan said with a grin, his hand already stroking through the fur on Brandon’s chest.

Drew came up on his knees and pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside. Naked, he dropped back to all fours and prowled up Vince’s legs slowly. Even though Der had taken care of him very thoroughly the night before he was quivering with horny need now. His soft lips pressed to Vince’s in a hot, tongue-tangling kiss that was definitely a little on the aggressive side.

“I missed you, too, my love,” Vincent got out in a breathless whisper.

Drew pulled the covers down off Vince’s hips, curling down with a few hurried kisses along his chest before he wrapped his tongue around Vince’s stiffening member.

The press of the little tongue stud shot streamers of flame through Vincent’s limbs. “Oh…dear…gods….” he gasped out. “Der, why is my Drew so starved?” He stroked through the short bristles of Drew’s hair, concentrating on keeping his hands gentle.

“For you, Oh Prince of Night,” Der repeated Jonathan’s phrase in a heated whisper. “For you, we all would crawl on our bellies across burning sands–” He leaned in to capture Vincent’s moan with a tender, thorough kiss.

“Bad enough he sings in bed,” Jonathan muttered as Brandon peeled him out of his shirt. “Do you gag him sometimes?”

Brandon whispered something in Jonathan’s ear and smiled at the giggle he got from him. He nuzzled and kissed just behind his ear while his hand roamed over his chest and down to his waist to undo his pants.

Drew’s wet mouth slid slowly down Vince’s expanding shaft as he hummed his pleasure. His hands slid up Vince’s chest and back down in a caress, as if he couldn’t get enough of touching him.

Drowning in pleasure, Vincent wished he never had to come up for air. One hand stroking Drew’s skin, the other tangled hard in Der’s hair, he used them both as leverage to rock his hips gently in time to Drew’s lovely mouth.

Brandon’s lips nudged Jonathan’s gently, kissing him with building heat. He had to smile though, when he noticed Jonathan’s attention kept creeping back across the bed. He didn’t blame him. The scene unfolding over there was hot enough to melt lead. Drew’s lean nude body braced over Vincent’s as he went down on him was enough to distract anyone.

“Sorry,” Jonathan whispered with a little grin when he noticed where Brandon’s head had turned as well. He slid down to pull a nipple into his mouth and peeled the slacks down Brandon’s hips. The fireman really did have a nice hose, all ready and hard for him, though he managed not to say anything like that. Brandon was probably sick of the joke.

“Don’t be sorry.” Brandon murmured against his skin. “I’ll just have to try harder to get your attention,” he said with a mischievous little grin. That said, he flipped Jonathan over onto the bed, not roughly but enough to let him know he meant business. His hands moved under Jonathans hips and unfastened his button and zipper and he yanked his pants off in one smooth jerk. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Jonathan’s pert little globes, his hands caressing his hips in slow soothing circles. “Do I have your attention now?” He purred, kissed the base of his spine.

The sudden move, the position, the strength in those large hands conspired to hurl an icy spear through Jonathan’s belly. He stilled, willing himself to keep breathing. Brandon, Brandon, Brandon, he repeated over and over in his head. “Yes,” he squeaked out. “Bran? Hold me? Please? For a minute?”

Brandon turned him over, his hands caressing up his sides as he moved up over him. Resting on his elbows he cupped Jonathan’s face in his hands, fingers smoothing over his brow as he smiled at him, his expression somehow both sensual and kind. He kissed the tip of his nose and did nothing more, trusting Jonathan would proceed, or not, as he wanted.

Jonathan wrapped his arms around Brandon’s ribs and held on tight, face buried against his chest. He drew slow breaths, pulling in Brandon’s scent, mixed with Vincent and sex. He rubbed his cheek against the chest hair, realizing it had been awhile. All of his recent lovers either waxed or didn’t have much body hair.

“Mmm, fur,” he murmured, letting his hands start to roam.

Der was in an absolute agony of indecision. He wanted his Brandon, he wanted Drew, he wanted them all. He sat up in the middle of the bed and settled for watching the lovely bodies writhing on both sides, waiting to see where his body led him.

Drew lifted his mouth from Vince’s cock, wrapping his hand around the shaft and swirling his tongue around the head. He looked up at Vince, his expression teasing as he flicked the little stud in his tongue back and forth slowly over the little slit.

“My love,” Vincent got out on a soft moan. “I won’t last that way.” He tugged at Drew to bring him back up so he could whisper in his ear. “Would you like to take me?”

Drew felt the whispered words tickle along his ear and pool like molten heat in his middle. He nuzzled along Vincent’s throat and pulled back enough to smile and him, and urge him to roll over onto his front. His hands swept down Vince’s smooth back and up to gather his hair to one side so he could nibble along the nape of his neck. “I want you so much…” he whispered there, kissing a line of fiery kisses down to his shoulders.

He fumbled the cap off the lube and slicked his fingers, pressing them to the tight little O between Vince’s cheeks and sinking inside him. The little moan he got made him quiver with need.

Brandon stroked his hands over Jonathan’s sleek body while he placed warm tender kisses along his jaw and down the side of his throat. He suddenly let out a soft little chuckle. Jonathan looked at him quizzically. “You have glittery stuff on your neck and chest. If I didn’t know better I’d say you were out all night with a stripper.”

Jonathan’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “I bet there’s glittery stuff other places, too, if you look hard enough.”

With Brandon’s tight muscular butt on one side and Drew’s sexy little globes on the other, Der had an inspiration. “Chocolate cake or chocolate ice cream…why not have both?” he murmured.

He nudged Brandon over so he and Jonathan lay closer to Vincent. Jonathan had already spread his thighs for Brandon, one stroking the backs of his legs. Didn’t take much to get the little beauty to relax anymore. Der stole one of his hands, lubed his fingers and guided them to Brandon’s puckered entrance.

Drew nibbled along the edge of Vincent’s ear, his warm breath caressing the dips and ridges there as he lined himself up with his entrance. A few tentative nudges and a little push and the head of his cock was being squeezed in a tight ring of muscle. “oooooh… Oh, Vince, god that feels so…” He couldn’t even think of words to describe it. His throat worked as he swallowed hard and sank a little deeper.

“Mmm, yes it does,” Vincent agreed as he rolled his hips into Drew’s intrusion, encouraging him and pulling him deeper.

Der borrowed one of Brandon’s hands and soon had his fingers teasing at Drew’s back door. He decided he should probably start with Brandon. His control was better than Drew’s who, once started, careened off like a little freight train and could rarely stop himself.

He removed the three fingers Jonathan had already worked into Brandon and eased the head of his cock inside his gorgeous love.

Brandon nearly had a meltdown. So many sensations at once. Jonathan’s legs around his hips, pulling him closer, the head of his cock pushing up against Jon’s tight slick little ring, Der pushing into him from behind, the way Drew flexed and moaned when he pushed a lube coated finger between his cheeks and entered him.

“Love…gods, you’re so tight,” Der whispered, thrusting in time with Brandon’s strokes into Jonathan.

When he had Brandon panting hard, he pulled out and shifted over a few inches to remove Brandon’s fingers and ease the head of his cock inside Drew.

Drew’s legs parted further and he arched his neck, a soft cry of pleasure forcing it’s way past his lips. His fingers tightened where he gripped Vince and he rolled between the two, impaling Vince with a hard thrust and slamming back to take Der.

“Like that, do you, sugar bear?” Der got out in a strangled whisper. He rolled his hips to get deeper, pulled out to his second ladder rung and thrust back in just to wring another one of those lovely sounds from Drew.

“Uh huh…” Drew moaned for him. “Mmm, yeah…I like that.” He panted, burying himself in Vince’s tightly clenching sleeve. He licked the back of his neck and placed a sucking kiss there.

Der’s extra weight made it nearly impossible for Vincent to push back but he did manage to roll his hips. He buried his face in the pillow with a hard groan, the friction of two bodies thrusting on top of him driving his rock-hard erection into the mattress.

“Drew…” he whispered. “Harder, love.”

Drew lips moved along the back Vince’s neck, his teeth nipping at him with a small husky growl. He had his arms wrapped around Vince and his hands curled over his shoulders, his long delicate looking hands were actually quite strong where they gripped him and pulled him back as he thrust forward hard and deep.

Vincent and Der’s moans washed over Drew in a harmonic echo. Der’s cock drove in harder to mimic Drew’s thrusts and he clenched his teeth hard when he felt Drew’s body tighten around him. “Come on, sugar bear, attaboy. You know you want to…”

“Aaah…aahh…” Drew’s eyes squeezed shut and his lips sucked hard at the tender skin of Vince’s throat. His body went rigid just before he came in a hot rush, pulsing deep inside Vince and spasming around Der’s turgid invasion.

Long, pale fingers fisted in the sheets as Vincent squirmed beneath Drew’s assault. He let out three gasping cries and came hard on the heels of Drew’s orgasm, heaving and writhing with every pulse. Jonathan was going to fuss about the sheets but it was well worth it.

Der stilled, eyes shut tight as he tortured himself. Drew’s heated sheath squeezing him so tight…gods…exquisite. Panting hard, he managed to hold on and eased out of Drew with little kisses to his shoulders and back. Without so much as half a breath, he returned to Brandon and slid back inside with a deep groan.

Brandon had his arms around Jonathan, his lips locked to his while he undulated in a slow, steady rhythm. Watching Drew sandwiched between Vince and Der, watching his utter abandon, was like being next to a white-hot flame fanning their own passions higher. But Bran knew what Der had in mind, and purposely took it slow to wait for him to come back. As Der sank into him, he no longer had to wait.

His lips nearly bruised Jonathan he kissed him with such heat. The powerful muscles of his back and thighs drove into him harder and faster now, rocking between him and Der the same way Drew had. He let go of Jonathan’s lips only to sear down the side of his throat, a softly heated moan gliding over his skin. “Come for me, Jon…” he whispered.

“Bran…ohgod…” Jonathan lifted his legs higher around Brandon’s ribs and heaved upwards, impaling himself harder on that thick cock. “You feel so good…ohdamnoh…”

Brandon seized his lips again as he came with brain-melting force.

Brandon went with him, plunging and bucking as his body was overwhelmed with the tight squeeze of Jon beneath him and the hard pike of Der behind.

“My love…gods, so beautiful,” Der whispered and curled forward to fasten his teeth on the hard muscle of Brandon’s shoulder. He drove in hard once more and held still, letting Brandon’s body grip him vise-tight. Then with soft, desperate cries, the pressure climbed too high and he exploded to join the chorus.

The five of them lay in a contented panting heap, not exactly like Der had pictured the night before, but close enough.

Drew was the first to move, pulling slowly and gently from Vince. Holding himself up on his arms he looked down at the smooth column of his lover’s throat and saw the mark he’d made. “Oops.” He bent his head and placed a soft kiss there. “Sorry…”

With a soft growl, Vincent turned far enough to seize Drew and tumble him to the bed beside him. “Don’t, my love, ever apologize for your passion. I will turn you over my knee and spank you breathless if I feel you’ve held yourself back.”

He smiled at the little giggle he received and then turned his head to speak in a soft, tender voice, “Beloved? Are you feeling better now?”

“Rrmmmph,” came the muffled response from beneath Brandon.

Still nuzzling lightly at the crook of Jonathan’s throat Brandon lifted off him gently on hands and knees, seemingly with no effort despite Der’s long body still sprawled across his back. “Better?” He asked, in a softly amused murmur.

Jonathan gave him a sleepy smile. “I didn’t mind the weight. But, yes, better.”

Still nestled inside Brandon, Der wrapped his arms around that barrel chest to keep from sliding off. The gentle soul masked the power in that body and Der’s cock twitched as he moved effortlessly with his burden. “Ye gods, I love this man,” he murmured against Brandon’s shoulder.

With a little sigh, he slid back to take his own weight on his knees and eased out so he could flop down in the middle of the bed. Brandon nestled close on one side and Drew on the other with Vincent curled close around him so his head rested atop Drew’s and on Der’s shoulder while Jonathan slid between to put his head on Der’s lap.

“Puppies in a basket,” Derelict said with a soft laugh.

Chapter 285 – Club Night (1)

They were seated at a table on one of the risers ringing the dance floor with a perfect view of the stage and all the people jumping around down there. Jonathan leaned over to say something in Vince’s ear, the music and noise too loud to be heard unless he shouted. Drew had a little smile on his face, not quite ready to wade into the crowd yet. Der and Brandon joined them with smiles and waves just as the lights pulsed, plunging the place into utter darkness for a heartbeat.

The lights came up, several bright-white spots swinging as one to the stage as ‘Ladies and Gentlemen’ began to creep through the audio system. Xavier, dressed in jacket, ultra fitted black pants and top hat wandered casually out of the shadows for the set opener. He glided down the length of the T-stage and by the time the song shouted, Do You Want It, Do You Need It, Let Me Hear It, he had the crowd screaming along with the lyrics. It was a perfect opener to whip up the energy of the crowd and Xav worked the crowd beautifully. He was down to just his tight pants by the end of the song.

Drew watched Xavier dance, but his eyes kept returning to Vince. It was more fun to see his reaction. Or, non-reaction. He sat and watched with a little smile on his face, occasionally laughing at something Jonathan said in his ear, but Drew could tell he was enjoying the show.

Two guys who looked like they spent every spare moment in the gym joined Xav on the stage. The music in the background was just a repetitive beat that somehow got under the skin and made one anxious, in anticipation of what would happen next. Each of the body builders carried a pail decorated with candy. Xavier made a play of it, moving around them, and peeking into the containers as they walked down the stage, making the audience think there must be something really good in there. As they reached the end of the stage, they reached in and tossed out handfuls of suckers and packages of multi-colored condoms over the crowd.

This apparently was a well-known signal to those who had seen this routine before and was greeted with a frenzy of cheers and shouts. The last of the candy passed out, one of the guys took the last sucker and on bended knee presented it to Xav. He took it, unwrapped it and very deliberately rolled his tongue over it before sticking it in his mouth as Lil’ Wayne’s Lollipop came up on the speakers.

If the first dance got the blood pumping, this one diverted it all directly to the sexual organs. It couldn’t have been any hotter if those beefcakes had stayed and Xav licked them instead. He got down to a thong, but somehow that bulge in the side of his cheek and the sucker stick at the corner of his mouth vied for what was most enticing to look at.

Halfway through the song Xav did something unexpected. He turned and disappeared off the stage. A moment later, the lights found him and followed him across the railing between the dance floor and the first tier. He stepped off onto his friends’ table and continued the dance, undulating that graceful body in ways that looked like it used more muscles than a person had in their body.

Drew laughed and Xavier bent to run his hand over his soft bristles of hair and kiss his forehead. His body swayed with the beat as he danced. It was impossible to say if Xav timed it, but when the song said, I Get Her On Top, She Drop It Like It Hot, Xav managed to be right in front of Vince and turned, dropping down until his ass was just above his ankles (and consequently about five inches from Vince’s face.) He came back up with a shimmy and swing of his hips. He produced a sucker from who knew where and gave it to Vince with a wink.

It was right about then a few guys in tee shirts stenciled with the word ‘security’ in white came over and picked Xav up off the table. He waved at them over the guy’s shoulder as he was carried back through the crowd to the stage and lifted back up on it. He made even that look graceful and like it was all part of the show. The crowd certainly loved the little unexpected personal performance.

Vincent twirled the lollipop between his long, white fingers. His expression remained fixed but his eyes were a bit glazed. He gestured and Drew leaned in close so he could speak in his ear. “I feel quite privileged.”

Drew grinned and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, I don’t doubt he’s gonna catch hell for that little stunt.”

Brandon leaned into Der, his hand resting warmly on his thigh. “Do you think Dave would mind if…”

Der laughed. “Yes, he would.”

Brandon laughed too. “I’m surprised the place doesn’t burn down nightly.”

“And that’s why any hell Xav catches won’t be more than a couple seconds,” Jonathan said in a break in the music. “They know what he’s worth. And he knows just what he can get away with.”

Rodney followed Xavier into the dressing room. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” he yelled at him, as Xav pulled his pants on.

“Take it easy, Rod. They’re friends.” Xavier chuckled.

“And if you fell off the damn railing and broke your pretty little neck, guess who’d get blamed?”

“Probably me.” Xav smiled.

“Well, don’t do it again. Stay on the stage and off the tables.”

Xav gave him a salute and kissed his cheek. “Yes, sir. Now get the fuck outta my way so I can go say hi.”

Rodney rolled his eyes and moved.

Xavier took a slightly less conspicuous route to the table and slid into Jonathan’s lap, putting his arm around him and grinning. “If you see Zeph coming, let me know, so I can hide under the table, okay?” He kissed his cheek. Not that he expected to get in that much trouble, but if he avoided the boss tonight, he’d probably forget about it by tomorrow.

“I’ll protect you,” Der offered gallantly, puffing up his chest.

Jonathan snorted. “Right. Zeph would snap at you and you’d curl into a whimpering ball.”

“Would not.” Der stuck his tongue out.

“Oh, now, you can’t do that unless you’re gonna use it.” Jonathan chuckled and leaned over Xavier to give Der a tender, tongue-tangling kiss. Then he returned his attention to the lovely in his lap. “And you. What am I gonna do with you? Embarrassing Vincent like that.”

“I have some ideas,” he said, grinning suggestively and making Jonathan laugh.

“Where’s Dave tonight?” Brandon asked conversationally.

“Getting his dick sucked.”

The look Brandon gave him was so adorably shocked Xavier had to laugh.

“Now that sounded a little bitter,” Jonathan commented close to Xav’s ear and low enough that only he heard, and maybe Vince.

Xavier gave him a level look. “Just being honest. Why would you think that?”

“You wouldn’t have put it that way if he was with Katya.”

“Noooo… if he was with Kat I woulda said he was on his knees getting his ass paddled.” He said. “Now, if you’re done analyzing, you wanna come dance with me?”

“I don’t analyze.” Jonathan poked him in the ribs. “I just observe.” He lifted Xavier off his lap and slid up his body as he stood. “And yes, to the dancing with you. Vince, please?”

“I would be unusually cruel to bring you here and say no,” Vincent said with a laugh. “Go. Enjoy. I have plenty of company, beloved.”

Xav pulled Jonathan along with him into the throng of people gyrating to the pulsing beat. With this many people it was hard to actually dance, it was more a press of bodies that moved together. That close it was hard not to tell Xav was happy to be wrapped around him. “Think Vince will let you come home with me tonight?” he said just below his ear.

“Oh, so that’s how it is,” Jonathan said with a wicked grin as he nuzzled at Xav’s ear. “Davey’s out tonight and you’ll be all lonely.” He ground his pelvis against Xavier. “We could ask.”

“If I was just lonely I could have picked anyone,” Xavier said, brushing his lips along the edge of Jonathan’s jaw.

“Oh.” Jonathan wasn’t sure what to say to that. His hands slid down Xav’s back to tease along the top curves of his perfect butt. There was something wrong here but Xav’s lips and body pressed to him scattered his thoughts. He put a finger under Xav’s chin and tipped his head up to seize his lips in a hungry kiss.

“Go take Drew,” Brandon told Der. “I’m happy here.” Which was very true. He wasn’t much of a dancer but wasn’t quite ready to admit that to Der yet. Drew gave him the perfect excuse since he looked just like Der about then, hardly able to sit still in his seat.

Der didn’t need much encouragement. He grabbed Drew’s hand to pull him along in the same direction Xavier and Jonathan had disappeared.

Bran smiled after them, looking relieved.

With a wave of his lollipop, Vincent had Brandon take the seat next to him so they might hear each other. He watched all the beautiful people dance, an activity which used to cause him all sorts of discomfort and jealousy. But now he watched his own boys, their grace and beauty, and he found he could simply enjoy.

“I’m not quite comfortable out on the dance floor, either,” he said to Brandon and gave his arm a reassuring pat.

Xavier shamelessly monopolized Jonathan for at least an hour before he let him go ask Vincent if he could come home with him while he went and got his stuff. When he came back out, he thanked Vince with a kiss to his temple and took Jonathan’s hand, leading him out into the parking lot. He sent Dave a text that Jonathan was going to keep him company tonight, as his ‘courtesy call’.

For a pair that hadn’t exactly started out as friends they were comfortable enough now to talk and laugh most of the way home, although Jonathan couldn’t resist a few digs about Xav’s driving, belting up and closing his eyes as he was certain they were headed for a collision at least twice. They made it to the apartment all right though, not a scratch or dent.

“Do you want anything to drink? Hungry?” Xav offered after he locked the door and kicked his shoes off.

Jonathan took his shoes off with more dignity and lined them up by the wall. “Parched. You’re not exactly easy to keep up with on the dance floor.”

He found a bottle of water shoved in his hand and he chuckled before he took a long drink. Xav knew he didn’t drink–couldn’t drink, and knew better than to tempt him. He ran the tip of his finger down the elegant curve of Xav’s neck. “Hungry, yeah. That, too.”

“Oh, good.” Xav smiled and coaxed him down the hallway. “I have just the thing for you, right in here.” Jonathan chuckled at his antics and followed him into the living room. Xav pulled him into a kiss as soon as they were past the door, his hands sliding around his hips and caressing up his back. He kissed him deep and slow, and then stepped back to pull his shirt off and shimmy out of his pants.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” Jonathan murmured on an appreciative sigh while he unbuttoned his shirt. “Should be in some exotic temple somewhere, surrounded by flowers and people on their knees…”

As if to demonstrate, he let his shirt fall to the floor and fell to his knees at Xavier’s feet. Rather than go for the bulge waiting for him in the pouch of Xav’s thong, he curled over with his hands behind his back to lick at the fine bones of Xavier’s ankle.

Xavier grinned and lifted his foot to Jonathan’s shoulder, curling his toes. “I am worshiped at the temple, the one called Switchbacks. Only instead of being on their knees they go into ecstatic dances, and instead of flowers they throw money.” Xav chuckled. “And on very rare occasion I take one of the temple goers home to worship me until morning.”

“Ah, one of the lucky few,” Jonathan murmured as he turned his head to nuzzle Xav’s foot. Men’s feet tended to freak him out but Xav’s were so perfectly cared for and manicured, he didn’t have a single squeamish thought.

He licked up the back curve of Xav’s calf and kissed behind his knee. “And how would you like to be worshipped, oh, beautiful one?”

“Oh, well… I think you’ve got a good oral start.” Xav said, sliding his fingers into Jonathan’s hair as he came up further.

“Mmm…” Jonathan’s brain slipped a gear as he nuzzled against a hard thigh and caught the scent of Xavier’s arousal, sweet and spice and oh, damn, so delicious. Hands still behind his back, he rose up on his knees to kiss the curve of Xav’s hip. Gently, carefully, he moved inward to catch the top edge of the thong in his teeth and ease the material down.

Xavier looked down at Jonathan with a heated gaze. “Mm, that’s even better. You gonna lick me like a lollipop, sweetheart?”

“Mmhmm.” Jonathan breathed along the hard cock that sprang free of its lycra prison. “My favorite.” He flicked his tongue over the tip and moaned at the taste as he licked along the flange.

Ordinarily Xav would have let him do as he pleased, for as long as he pleased, but he’d been hot all night and wasn’t in the mood for a slow tease. He moved one hand to his shaft and rubbed the head of his cock over Jonathan’s soft lips, pushing past into the moist heat of his mouth with a hiss and a low groan of pleasure.

Jonathan took the direction eagerly and slid his lips down Xavier’s cock, almost to his base. At first he sucked gently, letting his lips feel every bit of delicately veined shaft. Then he slid his hands up to rest them at the tops of Xavier’s thighs and with a soft moan, sucked hard.

Xav let his eyes slide closed, his head tipping back. “Uhhhmm…so good.” He breathed, rolling his hips as Jonathan plunged down on him. “Ohh, yesss…”

The response was so uninhibited and sincere, Jonathan thought he might come just kneeling there still half-dressed. He loved his sweet, sexy Drew to distraction and his heart belonged to his gorgeous Vincent but there was no one in the world who put off the kind of heat Xav did.

He let his hands slide back to knead his cheeks, pressing and separating the smooth globes, letting himself fantasize about sinking in between them.

Xavier’s fingers caressed along Jonathan’s scalp, guiding him slightly as he rolled his hips and pushed deeper into his accommodating mouth. He bit his bottom lip on a soft hiss, loving every minute of his skilled attention. He felt Jonathan’s hands caressing and cupping his butt with each little flex. “You want to top this time, sweetheart?”

With a little squeeze and a lick to Xav’s tip, Jonathan pulled back with a soft smile. “Oh, hell, yes.”

He leaped to his feet and took Xavier’s hand to pull him to the sofa. With gentle prods and nudges he got Xav turned and bent over the upholstered arm, his lovely ass displayed to best advantage.

Xav turned slightly at the waist, looking over his shoulder with a seductive smile.

“Freaking sizzling,” Jonathan whispered as he undid his belt and dropped his pants. He curled in close to lick a wet line down Xav’s crease and wasted no time attacking the sweet puckered entrance offered to him.

Xavier hollowed his back, bending a little more and spreading his legs a little wider. He slid a hand down to caress over his very hard cock, wrapping his fingers around to stroke lightly. So good…his head was swimming with heat and desire.

Jonathan’s tongue plunged inside the tight ring, heat pooling in his groin at the shuddering moan he elicited. He’d wanted to go slowly, to savor and tease, but his body took over and shoved him along. His briefs joined his pants on the floor, though he did take the two seconds to pick up his clothes and drape them neatly over a chair arm. With Xav wet, ready, and panting, he couldn’t wait any longer. He angled his cock down, spread Xav’s cheeks with his fingers, and slowly pushed his head inside.

“Ooohhh…” Xavier exhaled as Jonathan pushed into him. He held still for a moment and as Jonathan sank a little deeper, he flowed with his movements. “Mmm… Jon, that feels so good.”

“You feel so good,” Jonathan got out in a strangled whisper. Xav was so tight, so hot, god, he was going to pass out. He gripped Xav’s hips and pulled him back into him, setting up a fierce, passionate rhythm that had them both panting.

Xavier pushed back against Jonathan, his body asking for more, deeper, harder… He lifted up so his back fit along Jonathan’s front and turned his head so he could catch his lips in a searing kiss.

Jonathan turned his head to whisper against his skin, “Xav…oh…christ….I’m coming…so fucking hard…”

Xav rode it with him, his hips gliding with Jonathan’s bucks, his hand working hard on his own turgid cock. Jonathan curled him forward, still moving within him. He kissed and nibbled along Xav’s shoulder, and Xav wasn’t far behind him. His chest heaved and his body went tight, a soft needy groan vibrating though him as his hips jerked suddenly and he bucked through his own quaking orgasm.

When Xav’s legs started to tremble, Jonathan kissed along his shoulder blades as he drew out slowly. He turned Xavier in his arms and scooped him up to place him on his back on the sofa before he slid in next to him. There had been a time when he gladly would have punched Xav’s lights out as soon as look at him. Things changed. Now he couldn’t help the flood of protective tenderness that came holding him close.

Xavier snuggled down into Jonathan’s arms, feeling content. However, the feeling didn’t last long with his warm naked body pressed up to him. It wasn’t too long before he was placing little kisses along his shoulder and nuzzling the base of his throat, his hand stroking lightly over his heated skin.

“You’re lucky I’ve been taking my vitamins,” Jonathan said in a mock growl. His hands were ahead of him, though, stroking along the length of Xavier’s back. He had the most wonderful skin, so soft and smooth.

He tipped Xav’s head up to capture those luscious lips for a tender, searching kiss.

Xavier responded with a surge of passion, returning the softly seeking kiss with molten fire and sliding his one hand lower to caress between Jonathan’s thighs. He slid one leg over the top of Jonathan’s and moved to straddle his hips, still kissing him like he wanted to memorize every bit of his taste. “Mmm-uh, I want you so much.” He murmured against his lips.

“I’m right here, baby,” Jonathan purred, his hands stroking Xavier’s thighs. “You take whatever you want.”

Xavier kissed his way down Jonathan’s throat and over the smooth skin of his chest, stopping to kiss, suck, and tease at his nipples. As passionate as he was, he wasn’t in a big hurry this time around. He took his time, exploring Jonathan with his mouth quite thoroughly. He licked, kissed, and nibbled over tight abs and straining cock, the soft orbs of his balls and down lower between his delectable cheeks.

His hand caressed restlessly over him as well, drawing out the pleasure until he had Jonathan tossing his head and a light sheen of perspiration covered them both. Only then did he straddle Jonathan’s hips again, lowering himself onto his renewed erection. They both groaned hard as Xav sank to Jonathan’s pelvis and ground against him, tilting, and rocking his hips.

Even though Jonathan was still technically topping, he let Xav lead. His only move was to grip Xav’s hips to balance him. Otherwise, he simply moved with him, matching his rhythm, his every downward stroke. With the edge off, it was easier to relax and savor every sensation, every lovely sigh and moan Xav made.

Xavier began to move faster, one hand stroked Jonathan’s chest and the other stroked his throbbing cock. The muscles of his thighs and ass flexed as he moved sinuously over Jonathan, his abdominals suddenly tightened and his head tipped back on his shoulders. “Uhhhh….ohgod,I’mgonnacome…” His fist moved faster until the first pearl white rope shot from him up Jonathan’s chest. “Aaahhh! Oh, yeah… mmm…”

Lip caught between his teeth, Jonathan clenched down and forced himself to wait, to watch this gorgeous sight. Xav writhed atop him, though, and he couldn’t hold out any longer. He gripped hard, his back arched up, lifting Xavier from the couch, and he cried Xavier’s name softly as he came again in firecracker pulses.

He was just reaching the point where he could see again, when a voice came from behind them.

“Xav? You still up, sweets? It’s—” Dave’s voice choked off, then continued in a whisper. “Oh, my freaking god.”

All circuits for motor and speech control were not exactly back online yet for Xavier. It took a second for him to have a thought, and that first thought was, ‘thank god he didn’t come in thirty seconds sooner’. His very next thought, which by some strange quirk of fate managed not to come out of his mouth was, ‘what are you doing here?’

“Um, hi, sweetheart…” Xav looked over his shoulder. “You didn’t get my message?” Dave seemed incapable of movement or speech himself at the moment, so Xav continued. “I thought you were staying at DJ’s. I sent you a message that Jonathan was coming home with me to keep me company.”

Dave’s head jerked down automatically to the cell phone in his hand. His thumb punched at the buttons, his mouth working without any sound. “Oh.” He said in a tiny, strangled voice. “So you did.”

He turned and stumbled to the kitchen, muttering something that might have been, “I’ll be in here if anyone needs me…”

Xavier took a breath and let it out slowly as he looked down at Jonathan. “I, uh, better…”

“Yeah…” Jonathan made a little gesture of understanding toward the kitchen.

Xav leaned down to kiss his lips tenderly before he got up, pulled on his pants, and followed Dave into the kitchen. He was pouring juice into a glass when Xavier came up behind him. “Hey… are you mad?”

Dave downed the juice, his hand shaking so much he almost spilled it. “Mad…no…” He took a long breath, then another. “Just surprised. Not good for me, yeah? Surprises. My own damn fault for not checking.”

He gripped the counter with both hands, white-knuckled as he tried to stop the sudden, nauseating adrenaline surge. “Just didn’t like the idea of you waking up alone. So Deej said, go, go home. So I did…” He closed his eyes, teeth clenched against the jackhammer shakes racing through him.

For not being mad, he was sure doing a good job of making Xav feel like an asshole. Xavier touched his arm, pulling it gently away from the counter and sliding it around him as he slid in front and put his arms around Dave. He wasn’t sure if he should apologize or if that would make it worse. He settled for just holding him, nuzzling into his shoulder.

“Sweets…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” Dave forced out through chattering teeth. He wrapped his arms around Xav and held on hard. “Christ on freaking toast…sorry I’m such a freak…” It was Jonathan for fuck’s sake, not some stranger Xav had picked up in some alley. But somehow the sight of Jonathan wrapped around Xav…shoved up inside Xav… had freaked him out like nobody’s business.

Xavier kissed his cheek softly and ran his fingers soothingly over his hair, shushing and cooing to him until he began to shake a little less although he still held on to him tightly. “Honey, it’s not like I haven’t been with Jonathan before… if you’re not mad then what’s wrong?”

“I mean…I know you’ve been with him,” Dave began and held his breath to try to calm his voice. “But I’ve never, y’know, seen you with him. And it’s Jonathan…and it’s just kinda weird for me. Kinda like…kinda like if you found me in bed with Vincent or something.” He took another breath. “OK, maybe not that weird.”

“Hm, I don’t see what’s so weird.” Xavier said. “Now, if it had been Sebastian, that might be weird.” Dave lifted his head and looked at Xavier like his eyes might fall out of his head. Xavier managed to keep a straight face. “Or your dad, that would be really weird.” Dave’s expression looked like he’d just took a swig of sour milk and Xav had to laugh. “I’m kidding, Dave, jeez.”

He brought both hands up to cup his cheeks. “I’m sorry I freaked you out.”

Dave turned his head to kiss one palm and then the other. “S’OK, sweets. I’m the dumbass who forgot to check his phone.” He leaned forward to kiss Xav’s forehead. “I’ll sleep on the couch if you want. Kinda mean to kick Jonathan out at two freaking a.m.”

“Mm.” Xav agreed, leaning a little closer for a more lingering taste of Dave’s lips. “I’ll go ask Jon what he’d like to do.” He gave him one more tender kiss and slipped out of his arms.

In the living room, he found Jonathan sitting on the couch, although he’d prudently pulled his pants on as well. Xav dropped next to him and put his arm around him. “He’s ok, just surprised, you know. It’s ok for you to stay, if you still want to.”

Jonathan flopped back against the couch. “Well, since you drove, it’s either stay or call a cab. And cabs at two in the morning are not my favorite thing.” Not to mention the fact that Vincent would have a fit about him wandering around the city so late alone. Which was ridiculous, of course, but he couldn‘t say that to Vincent. “I can sleep here.”

Xav laced his fingers with Jonathan’s and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Okay. Just let me get some blankets and pillows for Dave.”

“Whoa! What?” Jonathan reared back in shock. “No, no, I meant I’d sleep here.” He patted the couch. “I am so not kicking Dave out of bed! Vince’ll kill me if I don’t come home in one piece in the morning.”

Xavier wiped a hand over his face. “Okay…I’m so not going to choose for you guys. Dave…” He called and waited until he came out of the kitchen. “You guys figure out which of you is sleeping on the couch, or we can all share the bed, or you two can and I’ll sleep on the fucking couch. Just someone figure it out,” he said in exasperation as he got up and headed to the hall closet for the extra pillows and blankets.

“Um…hm,” Dave got out at his most eloquent. “I, ah, told Xav I’d sleep on the couch, Jon. It’s not real comfy and shit. And it’s not like you didn’t have…that is…already…”

“Well, yeah…but it’s your bed,” Jonathan countered, shifting his feet under the coffee table. “And your…” He ran a hand back through his hair, then looked up at Dave with a sudden thought. “You and Xav take the bed, hon. I’m fine out here. Really.”

Dave opened his mouth to protest again like a good host and caught something in Jonathan’s look. Oh, right. He probably should. “All right, sweets. You and me in the bed. Jon says he’s good out here. Happy?”

“Fan-fuckin-tabulous.” Xavier said, putting an armful of bedding on the couch next to Jonathan. He touched him briefly and kissed his temple. “Good night.” He looked at Dave. “I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

He headed down the hall and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He turned on the shower and adjusted the temp, stripped out of his pants and got in. Needles of hot water blasted his neck and back while he stood there. For no reason at all he suddenly felt like crying. What the hell was wrong with him? He picked up the shampoo and quickly worked a lather into his hair, rinsed and then just stood there for a while.

He shook his head. Fuck. He was fucked up. He turned off the water, got out, and wrapped a towel around him. He wiped a hand over the steamed mirror and gave a startled gasp that if it hadn’t caught in his throat would have emerged a scream. The face looking back at him had a black eye and bloody lip, his chest mottled with bruises. He looked down quick, holding out his hands and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Looking back in the mirror, he saw his reflection just as it should be. He let out his breath, feeling dizzy. Jesus, what the fuck…?

Taking another deep breath he quickly toweled off and headed to the bedroom.

Dave sat on the bed in his boxer briefs. He’d already cleaned up at DJ’s, not wanting to come home reeking of sweat and sex. When he reappeared, Xav’s face was too blank, and the little bit of worry nagging at the base of Dave’s spine blossomed to crawl up his back. Something was profoundly wrong here.

“Come here, sweets,” he said gently and held out his arms for Xavier to crawl into his lap. He thought he’d start with the most obvious and see where it got him. “Were you mad at me, love? For leaving you all alone tonight?”

Xavier snorted. “No, I’m not mad at you and no I didn’t fuck Jonathan because I was lonely. I am capable of being alone for a night. Geez.” He rolled his eyes. “Jonathan was just… he looked good tonight, and it’s been awhile since we got together. Can’t anything ever just be uncomplicated?”

Dave’s hand rested in the center of Xav’s back. He peered at him for a moment or two. “I guess so. Mind telling me why you’re snapping my head off and being so defensive, then?”

“I’m not…snapping.” Xavier tapered off a bit more quietly. He sighed. “I’m sorry, I think I’m just tired.”

“If that’s all it is, good, wonderful.” Dave wrapped his arms around Xavier and pulled him close. “But if you’re hiding stuff from me…not so good. I know I’m not good at…reading between the lines. But something didn’t feel right when I walked in and something doesn’t feel right now.”

“Let’s just go to bed, alright?” Xavier said, sliding off Dave’s lap.

Dave reached for him, sensing he was still avoiding something. Xavier jerked back, bringing his hand up defensively. Both of them could tell it was a reflex reaction, and Xavier was immediately contrite, coming into the circle of Dave’s arms and holding onto him tightly. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”

“Xav…did you think I was going to hit you?” Dave asked, more than a little unsettled.

“No!” Xavier said quickly. “No…no, I know you wouldn’t.”

“Xavier, tell me what’s going on! You’re really starting to freak me out.”

“I don’t know! I’m sorry! I’m tired. I didn’t expect you to come home. Maybe you just freaked me out a little bit.” He gulped a breath and let it out shakily. “When I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror… I don’t know. I thought I saw me from sometime else. For a second.”

Dave set him back by the shoulders and stroked the still damp hair from his eyes. Flashbacks, yeah, he knew all about those, knew they could be more real than reality sometimes. “What’d you see, sweets?” he asked gently.

Xavier scrubbed his hands over his face, his shoulders slumping. “It looked like someone beat the shit outta me. It was only for a second.”

“Yeah, it’s like that a lot. Just for a second or two.” Dave nodded, fingers still stroking through Xavier’s hair. “Any idea when it was? When you looked like that before? Those bruises, that look on your face?”

Xavier snorted. “I’m supposed to pick just one? Hell, I don’t know Dave. There were a lot of times.” He said, sinking back down on the bed. He really was tired. So tired. He lay down, his eyes half closed as he thought about what dark part of the past was oozing up to interfere with his life this time.

Why hadn’t he had all these issues when he lived with Kat? Well, he’d had some issues, but not so bad. Had he really buried so much? He thought he was happy when he was with her, he’d gotten free of Josh finally and gotten cleaned up. Moving in with her had seemed like he could just forget life before she existed. Maybe that was the problem. He had consciously and determinedly forgotten anything that was painful.

So why was it different now? With Dave? Maybe because with Dave, he was his one. As soon as he thought it, a shard of memory jarred him.

“Relax Xavier. It’s no big deal. You know you’re the one I love,” Josh cajoled, stroking his fingers over Xavier’s cheek.

Xavier looked away, the pit of his stomach an icy knot. He still wasn’t used to Josh saying he loved him. In fact he’d just started to actually believe it, had even said it back to him once. And then he came home early and found Josh fucking some guy on the couch. He immediately turned and walked out. Josh had run after him, tried to get him to come back in, and Xavier had stubbornly refused.

He had been really young, and really stupid, totally in love and totally heartbroken. He told Josh to fuck off and angrily stomped off.

He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, or maybe he was just so pissed he didn’t care. He didn’t notice the guys following him until it was too late. They jumped him in an alley he was cutting through. He didn’t remember a whole lot of the beating. He remembered he had been crying and they called him a fag. He remembered saying that fucking guys made him a fag, not crying. He remembered not caring that they were going to beat him harder because of his mouth. They had got his arms pinned and beat the shit out of him, then dropped him on the concrete and left him bleeding.

He remembered crawling home to Josh when he could move again. “I think I remember when that was.” Xavier said, and told Dave what had happened.

“Fuckers,” Dave said softly. Yeah, it was years ago and nothing he could do about it, but it still made him mad as hell. He willed himself to stay calm for Xav and pulled him close again, keeping his hands gentle and soothing. “And then what? What’d Josh say?”

Xavier gave a little shrug. “He said he was sorry it happened. He took care of me. It sort of put the whole thing with me walking in on him fucking someone else out of the picture. I needed him. I could hardly get out of bed for a few days, and didn’t have anywhere to go even if I could have. Now I think he was probably glad I got jumped, so I had to go back.”

“I was really young, and I thought it was supposed to just be me and him.” He shook his head at himself.

Dave mulled that over. Slowly but surely a thought crept in on soft, invasive feet. He put a gentle hand on Xav’s stomach, trying to soothe the trembling there. “Sweets…does it… do you ever…I mean…just you and me? Is that what you’re thinking sometimes?”

Xavier gave him a slow, lopsided smile. “No, Dave. I’m not that kid anymore. If we try and go down the road to monogamy one or the other of us is bound to fuck up and cause a whole shitload of unnecessary heartache.”

“OK.” Dave’s brows still knit together, his hand still describing slow, soothing circles over Xavier’s middle. “But every once in awhile, I’m still gonna ask. Just to make sure, yeah?”

“I’m not going to change my mind.” Xavier said. “Besides, that would affect more than just you and me. There are a few people that would be unhappy with that decision, including you.”

It was Dave’s turn to smile. “I know you feel like that now, love. And you’re right. But maybe someday, you know, if you can still stand to be with me and we’re older…maybe someday we’ll feel different. Dunno if I could still get on my knees for Kat when I’m sixty, right?”

“Ok, we’ll talk about it when you’re sixty,” Xav said with a little grin.

Dave chuckled, happy to see the clouded, guarded expression clear from Xavier’s face again, and pulled him over for a soft kiss. “Damn, I love you so.”

“I love you, too,” Xavier murmured, kissing his lips softly.

Dave’s little boy smile nearly melted Xavier’s heart into a puddle. “So you wanna snuggle and sleep or you wanna mess around first?”

Xavier lips moved across his in soft nudges and kisses. “What, didn’t Deej take care of you right?” he teased lightly, his fingers slowly caressing down the center of Dave’s chest. He’d been very well taken care of himself tonight, twice, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t go again.

“Yeah, but I’m greedy as hell,” Dave murmured as he rolled on top of Xavier .

“Ah, one of the things I love about you.” Xavier snickered as he wrapped his legs around Dave’s waist and pulled him down for a heated kiss.

An hour ago, Dave would have sworn up and down he was done for the night. But with Xav wrapped around him, his body said otherwise in a dizzy rush of blood to his groin. He moaned into their kiss, pressing close to rub their growing erections together. His fingers dove into the soft mass of blond hair as he kissed Xav harder, a sudden, fierce need sweeping through him.

Xavier’s hands slid down Dave’s back, kneading gently at the taut muscles, he squeezed when he reached the curve of his cheeks. “uhh…I want you inside me…” he got out in a breathless murmur between kisses.

“Anything…to oblige…” Dave growled against Xavier’s skin as he planted heated kisses along his jaw. He snagged the tube from the nightstand drawer without lifting his head or leaving the warm envelopment of Xav’s limbs.

It might not have been the first time that night but he still wanted to be careful. Gently, lubed fingers probed between Xav’s cheeks and teased at his opening before easing inside. Oh, yeah, the boy was ready, and opened for him easily.

Dave smiled against Xav’s throat, angled his cock down, and rolled his hips to slide the head inside that deliciously tight ring.

Xavier pressed his head back into the pillows with a groan of pleasure. His stomach muscles bunched and rippled as he pushed up against him, the gentle squeeze of his fingers digging in a bit harder as Dave sunk lower into him. “Ohhh…yes, baby.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Dave knew a territorial reclaiming when he saw it. But he wasn’t concerned about it and the primal part of his brain growled, damn straight it is, buddy.

He slid his arms under Xav to hold him tight, lips and teeth devouring the skin of his neck and shoulder. His hips rolled gently as Xav took his whole length and then shifted to long, slow thrusts in and out that had his head spinning.

Xavier lifted his knees higher, sliding his calves in a caress up Dave’s sides until he was nearly bent double. His heels rested on Dave’s shoulder blades and his toes flexed and curled at each slow, deep thrust. Dave sucked at the base of his throat as he pushed into him hard and a hot burst of pleasure and desire shivered all through Xav. “Oh, god… so fuckin’ good…” he murmured huskily against Dave’s hair.

They had both slaked their lust quite thoroughly earlier, but that didn’t dampen the urgency or the passion of their lovemaking, it only prolonged it. Soft moans and whispered words of desire were murmured as their bodies melded together.

Long slow strokes and deep kisses played out as their skin grew damp with their exertions.

The climb took a long time, but was so worth the effort. Every touch and stroke and kiss becoming a layer bringing them closer and closer. Xavier clung to Dave with one hand and stroked along his aching hard prick with the other as Dave’s thrusts picked up speed, his hot breath warming his ear and sending shivers down his back. “Ohhh, oh, yeah…mmm”

Dave felt the sudden shift in him, the tension climbing swiftly now, and drove into him harder, each hard thrust hitting up against his prostate and sending starbursts through his middle. “Uhhhh….oh, Dave…I’m coming.” Xav bit his lips, a deep groan rising in his throat as the pulse of his orgasm rocketed through him in a blinding wave.

Dave cried out when Xavier’s body clutched hard around him. God, it felt like he was trying to squeeze the stuffing out of him sometimes. He buried himself deep, teetering on the edge and let Xavier’s bucking, pulsing orgasm hurl him over.

“Ohchrist…love…ohdamn…” he whispered against Xav’s hair before the first spasm hit him hard and he bellowed out his release.

In the front room, Jonathan smiled and snuggled farther into his blankets. Good. They’d worked it all out then. Whatever it had been.

Chapter 283 – Welcome Home

“You sure you’re up to this, babes?” Jonathan stopped his whirlwind progress through the condo to crouch by Vincent. “You still look kinda…”

Vincent arched a brow at him. “Kind of what? Dreadful? Like death riding in from a late night carnival?”

“Um, no. I was thinking more along the lines of ‘tired’.”

“Ah.” Vincent lay back against the sofa cushions. “Well, since I have you as my personal event manager, I have no need to even get off the sofa, do I?”

“Ducking the question, oh Prince of Dragons,” Jonathan said in a dry tone.

“I’m fine, beloved. Yes, I’m still tired but the need for ceremony outweighs such things. And we’ve only invited family.”

Jonathan chuckled and returned to his preparations for Drew‘s homecoming. ‘Family’ ended up at about twenty-five people but he knew what Vincent meant. Everyone coming was someone they felt close to, all comfortable, old friends along with Drew’s actual kin since his mother would be coming, too. Der actually got the honor of bringing Drew home from the hospital. Jonathan was a little irritated about that but it couldn’t be helped. Too much to do.


Drew finished tying the bandana in place at the back of his head. Looking in the mirror he didn’t think anyone was going to mistake it for a simple fashion accessory. He’d dropped a few pounds and his normally pale complexion looked almost translucent. With his hair gone he looked like a cancer patient. He actually felt better, but he still looked sick. He was going to have a hard time convincing Jonathan not to mother him. He stepped out of the bathroom, switched off the light and found he had company.

“Hey tiger, I hear the warden granted you a pardon,” Phil said.

“Yeah. Going home today,” Drew confirmed. “What are you doing down here? Don’t you have some nut cases to take care of?”

“Like I said, I heard you were getting a pass, so I came to say goodbye. The inmates can hold their own for a few minutes,” Phil said. “Vincent coming to get you?”

“No, Der is. I’ll see Vince and Jonathan when I get home.”

“You take care of yourself now. Don’t go doing too much right away.”

Drew rolled his eyes. “As if Jonathan would let me.”

Phil chuckled. “Right, right. Not much chance there.”

Drew smoothed the blanket on the bed and sat on the edge. It felt a little strange to be dressed in regular clothes again. “Phil…I, um… I just wanted to say, I’m sorry. You know, for trying to…” He made a little gesture toward the bathroom, remembering how he’d stepped out of the shower and got down on his knees in front of Phil because Josh had told him to.

“Now don’t go doing that. We both know you couldn’t help yourself. I’m just that damn sexy, you couldn’t resist,” Phil said, puffing up his broad chest and doing a little strut.

Drew laughed. “OK. Well, thanks for understanding.”

The sound of chain-festooned jackboots rang in the hall, no mistaking to whom they could belong. Der’s sharp-toothed grin was so bright it got there before the rest of him. “Hey, sugar bear! Ready to blow this pop stand? Hey, Phil! Are you our official escort or do we have to wait for someone else?”

“I’m here unofficially,” Phil said.

“I already signed the release papers.” Drew bounced up to kiss Der’s cheek. “Did you bring the bike?”

“’Fraid not, sugar bear. I like my head attached to my shoulders, and I’m pretty sure Jon would take it right off if I drove you up from the hospital on my chopper.”

Drew sighed dramatically but he was smiling. He gave Phil a hug, which the big man accepted a bit awkwardly at first and then settled on a warmly paternal hug in return. They said their goodbyes and Drew and Der were on their way.

As they got close to the condo, Drew suddenly asked Der if they could stop at the park.

“I promised I’d bring you right home. People coming over and all that.”

“I know… just, can we stop for a few minutes? Please?”

Der took the next corner and eased the hearse over to the curb next to the park. “All right. Couple minutes.” He got out and jogged around to the passenger side to hand Drew out. Yes, yes, the boy said he was fine but he looked like a soft breeze would blow him away.

Drew walked slowly next to Der across the grass and to the little trail that ran around the duck pond. It was late afternoon, almost evening. The shadows were long under the trees and the temperature was cooling. They walked past the bench they had once shared when Drew had spotted Der feeding the waddlers and feeling melancholy. A little further on, they passed the place where Jonathan had found him after he’d had a bad day and almost slipped back into an old life.

He didn’t know what he was doing here, why he wasn’t rushing home to see Vince and Jonathan. He should have been overjoyed, but he felt a little anxious. He knew he was making Der a little worried, too.

He supposed he just wanted to stretch his legs a little, breathe in fresh air not tainted with hospital smells. He had joked about being an ‘inmate’, but he really had felt like that at some points. Trapped. Caged.

Der was getting antsy, Drew could tell. They’d walked quite a way already and still had to turn around and go back. Drew stopped at the other end of the pond. Hands in his pockets he stood looking down into the water. The sweater he was wearing was enough to keep off the chill, but the wind went right though it and he shivered. He saw Der about to say something and Drew beat him to it.

“What do you think happens when we die, Der?”

Der blinked and had to regroup before he could answer. Ah. So it was that kind of mood. He put a gentle arm around Drew’s shoulders to offer his solid warmth. “Well, if we’re talking about me, I’m going straight to the devil since I’ve been such a bad, bad boy.”

No little laugh came from Drew, not even a smile. Not the time for bad jokes, obviously, you idiot. Der cleared his throat and began in a pensive tone. “I’ve never died, love, so I don’t know for sure. I used to believe in heaven and hell, when I was little. But those things didn’t make sense to me as I got older.”

He curled down to kiss the top of Drew’s head. “Vincent’s theory is that spiritual matter is like physical matter. It can neither be created nor destroyed. So there is no end. Only another beginning when you die. A new start. I suppose that’s closer to what I think happens. Not like I’m one of those people who claim to remember past lives. But I think we probably had them.”

Drew gave a single small nod, but didn’t look up. “What if there’s nothing? What if this is all we get? We know we’re here, and then we’re dead, and that’s it. Nothing. We’re just…” Drew shrugged. “Worm food.”

“Drew…” Der said softly.

Drew looked up at him. “I’m sorry, Der, I’m not trying to, you know, bum you out. Really.” He took a deep breath and put his arm around Der’s waist. He started slowly walking again, back the way they’d come. “Sometimes I think people just tell themselves there’s something after this, so they don’t get depressed or scared. I want to believe there’s something. I want to think that Angela and Vince’s mom…that they got another chance…even Josh…”

Drew took another breath. Maybe he shouldn’t have walked so far after all, he was tired.

“Nobody can say for sure, you know,” Der said softly. “And anyone who says they can is either deluded or selling snake oil. But if this really is it, a one shot deal, all the more reason to make the most of it, isn’t it?”

Der swept him up in his arms when he felt Drew’s steps falter. “There’s no reason we should be here at all. It’s magic, life, that it happens in the first place. And while we’re here, there’s beauty and there’s love and sometimes people even find a little happiness.” He gave Drew a soft kiss when they reached the hearse again. “I’d say that makes it worth the price of admission.”

Drew didn’t say anything more, but he returned Der’s soft kiss before they got in and finished the ride home.


“What the hell is taking Schiller so long?” Jonathan asked with a scowl.

“Patience, my coyote,” Vincent said and patted his arm. “You know how hospitals can be. Discharge is not always a swift and efficient procedure. They’ll be here soon.” His voice was calm but he understood Jonathan’s mood. Everyone else had arrived except the guest of honor and there had been no call to say they would be delayed.

“I’ll just go see if I can spot them, shall I?” Anthony offered on a bright smile and dashed out the front door. Various odd thumps and thuds followed and then booted footsteps overhead.

“Vince, that lunatic’s gone up–”

“Yes, beloved, I know.” Vincent pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. “Just let him go.”

The hearse slid up to the curb a mere five minutes later and once again Der came around to help Drew out. Not that he truly needed it but it made Der feel better.

From up above somewhere, a voice belted out, “Oh, Valencia! With you blood still warm on the ground…”

Der’s gaze traveled up and spotted Mad Anthony, balanced on the roof beam. He flung one arm up and answered, “Valencia, I swear by the stars, we’ll burn this whole city down… What are you doing up there, you muttonhead?”

“Looking for you, of course. Mr. Kemp’s having kittens.”

Der sighed. “Oh, fabulous. Come down from there and guard my back.”

“For you, big guy, anything,” Anthony said with a bright grin. He half-ran, half-slid down the roof, stopped himself just short of the edge, leaped off and caught himself one handed on the eaves before he landed as gracefully as any cat.

It was probably a testament to the strangeness of his life, but Drew wasn’t at all fazed to come home to people jumping off his roof. “Hi, Anthony,” he said as they walked up to the door.

“Hey, cutie! How’re you feeling? You need anything? Nice bandana. I like the blue. Good with your eyes. Jonathan’s got lots of food. You’re probably hungry. Hospital food sucks big time–”

“Dear gods, what’s Jon been feeding you?” Der muttered. “Bowls of sugar?” He peered more closely at Anthony who grinned and ducked his head. “No, wait. I haven’t seen you this perky in weeks. You’ve been getting some…”

Any further interrogation had to wait, though, as Jonathan flung open the door. “Drew! Are you all right?”

Guilt assailed Drew for the extra half hour he’d taken before getting home, but he smiled for Jonathan and slid his arms around him. “I’m fine, sorry we took so long.”

Jonathan hugged him close and kissed his cheek, but Drew noticed he was looking at him now in almost the exact same way Der had just scrutinized Anthony. Drew grinned. “No, we didn’t make a pit stop for a quickie.” He chuckled and nuzzled under Jonathan’s chin.

“Hmph. I would hope not. Just out of surgery and all.” Jonathan turned with an arm around Drew and led him inside, pointedly leaving Der on the doorstep.

Their progress was soon blocked by people wanting to see Drew, to hug him, to tell him welcome home, Jonathan put two fingers in his mouth and whistled sharply. “Hold on, ladies and gentlemen, and make a path, please. There’s someone Drew needs to get to first.”

The little crowd parted to form a friend-lined path, opening to reveal Vincent waiting on the sofa. He held his arms out and whispered, “Drew.”

As much as Drew would have liked to fling himself into Vince’s arms, he knew it was probably not a wise idea, and Jonathan would probably faint. He settled for a modest rush and wrapped his arms tightly around his neck as he dropped into Vince’s lap.

There was a soft ‘aww’ that lasted all of two seconds before Xavier rolled his eyes and commented, “Jeez, it’s like watching puppies snuggle or something.” Which got a few chuckles and giggles and diverted enough attention that Vince and Drew could have a semi private moment or two.

“Hello, my love,” Vincent whispered, their foreheads pressed together. “It’s so good to have you home.”

In the kitchen, Der had gone to help Jonathan carry things out and found himself backed into a corner.

“You said you’d bring him right home!” Jonathan stabbed a finger at his chest. “You promised! What the hell is wrong with you? Where the hell have you been?”

A hundred smart ass things occurred to Der but something about this little assault felt off. Jonathan had been treating him like…well, like he used to, when they’d first met, ever since Drew went to the hospital.

“He wanted to stop at the park,” Der answered softly. “He was having one of those ‘what’s the meaning of life’ moments. It wasn’t more than a few minutes. Jon? What have I done to make you hate me again?”

“Don’t be stupid. I don’t hate you.”

“I take you in ‘cause you’re too scared to go home, make sure you and Vince are looked after, and you haven’t done anything but snap and snarl at me since.”

Jonathan turned his back, hands flat on the counter. “I…I didn’t…”

“Yes. Yes, you did.” Der reached out a hand and pulled it back again since he wasn’t sure how even a gentle touch would be received. “Jonathan?”

“You…he…when Vince was so sick,” Jonathan began in a low voice. “I…I slept on the floor next to him. I wanted to be near if he needed me. But I wanted…I wanted to go to you, too. And I couldn’t. Because…because…”

“Because Brandon was in the bed with me?” Now Der put a hand on his shoulder and turned him.

Jonathan nodded, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I miss you sometimes, you dork.”

“Jon…sweetheart…I’m sorry.” He folded Jonathan into his embrace and held him tight, though he had no idea how to make it better.

Brandon paused in the hall just outside the kitchen. He’d been about to see if they needed any more help. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop…but in a way he was glad he’d overheard before they knew he was there. Now would probably not be the best time to pop his head in. Feeling a little strange he quietly went back the way he’d come with Jon and Der none the wiser.

Shouldn’t he be upset that his boyfriend was trying to comfort his lover for not paying enough attention to him? Instead of being angry though, he felt bad for keeping Jonathan away. God, sometimes this was just so fucking confusing.

Jonathan heaved a breath and pushed back gently. “Christ, I’m sorry. You finally have someone who makes you happy and Drew’s home and everyone should be happy and I act like a bitch.” He waved a hand fretfully. “Don’t pay any attention to me. Too much stress.”

Though Der didn’t think it would help to just let things go at that, Jonathan was right about one thing. This was Drew’s day. He picked up a tray in either hand and let Jonathan put on his charming host face and pretend nothing had happened.

Out in the living room, Vincent trailed gentle fingers over Drew’s cheek. “Are there headaches, my kestrel? Are you feeling relatively well?”

“The headaches aren’t bad,” Drew said. “Dr. Lassiter says they’re normal. My head is sore though, like I clunked it on something and got the biggest goose egg in the world.”

“I suppose it’s a small price to pay for being able to see the world as it is again,” Vincent said softly. “I like being me in your eyes again and not someone else.”

Der put the trays down and was about to go over to Anthony to find out who he’d been seeing. Cold waves of panic washed over him when he saw Anthony lean down to whisper in Sasha’s ear and kiss his cheek. Jerrett was standing right there, for gods’ sakes. Anthony was trying to get his handsome nose bashed in.

With every intent of preventing a tragedy, Der started across the room, and then stopped in confusion. Jerrett had seen the interaction, leaned over to put an arm around Anthony’s shoulders with a sensual smile, and pulled MA in for a searing kiss.

“The things people don’t tell me,” Der grumbled to himself and went to find Brandon instead.

He found Bran off to the side a bit with Xavier in a seemingly intimate conversation.

They had their heads together a little too close to be engaged in just friendly chatting, which was almost more alarming than seeing Anthony with Sasha a moment ago. A quick scan of the room placed Dave preoccupied talking with Jonathan. Worse, when Der walked up they both clammed up for a second, and then got nearly identical expressions of nervous innocence.

“Hey big guy, watcha up to?” Xav asked with a smile.

“About two meters or so on a good day,” Der answered, his forehead creasing. “You know, I’m beginning to feel like the man who fell to Earth today. I don’t seem to quite be making the right communication connections anymore. You think maybe something might be broken? Signals not getting through?”

“It happens sometimes.” Xav said. “I’m sure it’ll work itself out. I’ll see you guys later.”

Brandon watched him go. He knew Der was waiting for him to say something, but he really didn’t want to get into it. Xav and him had been talking about some of the difficulties of making open relationships work. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Der to know what they’d been talking about, he’d just wanted another person’s perspective.

Brandon slipped his hand in Der’s and kissed his cheek. “You okay?”

“No, by all the gods, no I’m not,” Der growled, though his fingers tightened around Brandon’s. “Drew wants me to tell him where we go when we die and then Anthony looks like he’s swallowed a whole flock of canaries and doesn’t tell me anything and then Jonathan tells me he doesn’t hate me after all, he misses me and why isn’t anyone talking to me in sensible sentences anymore?”

Brandon sighed, but it was directed at himself. “I’m sorry Der, I wasn’t trying to keep anything from you, sweetheart. I just needed a few minutes to think. I overheard you and Jonathan in the kitchen…” He paused. “I didn’t want to make anything worse, by walking in.” He paused again. “Maybe…maybe you should stay here tonight?”

Der flung up his hands in a gesture of helpless frustration and in an uncharacteristic moment of pique, stalked out to the patio to be alone. No one, but no one, not even his sensible, solid Brandon was making any damn sense. He flung himself into a chair, pulled a beer out of the cooler, flicked the top off with a claw and sulked.

Brandon sighed again, but didn’t go after him. He was still sensible enough to know when a man needed some space.

“What did you do?”

Xavier looked at Jonathan with wide eyes and put an offended hand to his chest. “Me? What makes you think I did something?”

“You were talking to Brandon, now Der’s out on the patio pouting.”

“Jonathan, I swear, I didn’t start anything. I didn’t even give Brandon any advice. Didn’t have time to. If Der’s upset it’s not anything I did.”

“Right. Such an innocent. Even if you didn’t do it yourself, your fingers are so in it,” Jonathan said with a little snort. For a moment Jonathan debated going out after Der himself. Something about that didn’t seem like a good idea, though.

He glanced over at the sofa. Drew and Vincent were still wrapped in each others’ arms, sharing a moment of soft laughter. Oh, that did his heart good to see the two of them smiling. They needed their peace for a moment more, too.

Instead, he sauntered over to Brandon. “Hey.” He nodded towards the lanky figure sprawled in the patio chair. “Big guy all right?”

Brandon opened his mouth, seemed to switch whatever he’d been about to say, and said, “I don’t know.” He sagged a bit with worry. “He’s mad because nobody’s making sense to him today.”

“Oh. Crap.” Jonathan took a long drink of water. “Here I am trying to blame Xav and I’m probably the one who upset him, huh?”

Brandon cleared his throat. “Well, it’s probably not just one thing. I think he’s had a tough day.” He glanced out and watched Der studiously not looking inside. “I suggested he stay here tonight and he acted like I suggested he move out or something. I didn’t mean it as a bad thing.”

Jonathan gave him an odd, sideways look. So that was it. “OK, let’s see if I got what happened here. You have Der all to yourself for, what? Two nights? And then you hear me whining to him in the kitchen, right? So you get all confused and think you’re doing a good thing and he feels like you’re shoving him away when he needs you to unconfuse him. Sound about right?”

“No.” Brandon said, although it was obvious Jonathan hit it on the head. “Shouldn’t you go apologize to Xavier?” he suggested.

“Oh, hell, no. I’m sure he did something he needs to be blamed for today.” But Jonathan took the hint and moved off in that direction anyway.

Brandon stepped out onto the patio, snagged a bottle of beer from the cooler and sat down next to Der. “Hey there,” he said hesitantly. “I, uh, didn’t mean to chase you off, hon.”

Der waved a clawed hand in his general direction, his moment of anger quickly sinking into melancholy. “S’alright, hon. I know…what you were trying to do. I think. And I should be really happy today, shouldn’t I? It just feels like I’ve made a mess of everything right now. I can’t seem to piece things together. Maybe I’m just tired.”

“Luckily I know the perfect remedy for too much tension,” Brandon said with a far too serious expression, which he then ruined with a lecherous grin.

Der managed half a smile though he didn’t exactly rise to the bait. “You are, without a doubt, the best remedy for relieving all sorts of things. Stress. Tension. Headaches. Bouts of depression. But it doesn’t help me solve what I’m wrestling with right now.”

He took a pull from his beer, then stared down into it. “Bran? How do you feel about Jonathan?”

Brandon’s eyes lifted, sort of a casual glance around to make sure they weren’t being overheard. “He, um, reminds me of one of my ex’s,” he answered, perhaps a bit too honestly. “It’s the fussiness.” He cleared his throat. “I like Jonathan, though.” He paused. “It made me feel bad for him, that he misses you.”

A little chuckle rumbled in Der’s chest. “The fussiness…yes, well. It’s partly a front, when he doesn’t want to deal with something and it’s partly a way of keeping his world in order. It’s no secret; Jonathan was an addict before he met Vincent. Rushing down a long, dark hallway to horror and oblivion. Keeping things in order helps him…keep on track, if you like.”

He reached over for Brandon’s hand. “I don’t want him to miss me. And I don’t want you to feel bad. And I don’t want you to miss me. What I want…” What did he want? His problem had always been that he wanted everything. Which flavor? Yes. Red or blue? Both. “I’d like you to be comfortable with each other. Enough that one doesn’t feel like they have to leave the room for the other.”

Brandon blinked. “You think I’m… I’m not uncomfortable around him. Do I seem that way?” he asked, genuinely surprised. “Or, do you mean he’s not comfortable with me? That, I can see. I don’t know how to fix that, Der. I thought when they were staying with us that…that he’d get used to me, but it didn’t seem to happen.”

Actually Brandon got the impression that Jonathan had to suppress a flinch every time he talked to him. He had no idea why. He didn’t consider himself all that intimidating, and he’d gone out of his way to try and be casual and friendly with Jonathan.

“Ah. Now, as to that.” Der heaved a slow breath. “That has more to do with history than it does with you, love. You’re tall, dark and handsome, and, no, I’m not kissing up. You are. Broad-shouldered. Strong. Unfortunately, Jonathan suffered long-term abuse and finally a kidnapping and near deadly beating at the hands of someone who shares many of your physical features. Now, never mind that you don’t share any other damned thing with this bastard, Pretty Jon can’t help the twitch. It’s almost hardwired.”

Der’s fingers drummed restlessly on his bottle. “He doesn’t react that way around Vic. But he’s known Victor for years and through a lot of shit. I think it’s a matter of…familiarity. Of having other associations. And he really has always kept a polite distance with you. Maybe the three of us should have dinner later in the week. And we’ll see if we can’t make things better.”

“Sure, Der. Although, I don’t think there’s going to be a sudden change of heart on his part, you know? If you’re right, I think it might just take time. I meant what I said, though. If you want to stay, spend some time with them… I do understand.”

Of course, by ‘dinner’ Der was hoping there might be more than just going out to eat but he kept that to himself for the moment. “Not tonight, love.” He lifted Brandon’s hand to kiss his fingers. “They need their time tonight. Drew needs his rest and his Dom and his Jonathan and they don’t need any interference, even from me.”

Brandon saw the logic of that, and he couldn’t say he was unhappy about it at all.

“Hey, sweetie.” Jonathan slid onto the sofa on Drew’s other side and wrapped his arms around him gently. “What can I get for you?”

Drew leaned back into him and closed his eyes, resting his head on Jonathan’s shoulder. “I got everything I need.” Which was a corny as hell thing to say, but Drew didn’t care. It was true.

Jonathan drew in an uneven breath. It felt so damn good to hold the boy again. “You say the sweetest damn things,” he murmured and kissed the top of Drew’s ear. “But you have to be starving. You need to eat some real food.”

“Don’t move, J, you stay right where you are.” Cody appeared before them with a huge plate of carefully selected items, little sandwiches, cucumber and carrot slices, and the bacon wrapped scallops Drew liked. He set the plate on the coffee table in front of them. “Drew looks so comfy, so sit still for once in your life and enjoy the moment.”

“Thanks, Codes,” Jonathan said with a soft smile. Family, yes, it was nice to have family around at a time like this.

Drew ate, but more because it made Jonathan happy than because he had any real appetite. Although, it was certainly worlds better than hospital food. Filling his belly had an unwanted side effect. He was yawning by the time he finished. They had a house full of people who had come to see him, to wish him well, and he could hardly keep his eyes open.

Victor and Elric had their heads together across the room. Katya soon joined them in low, earnest conversation. Victor snagged Ethan as he wandered by, Elric beckoned Jerrett over and Der was flagged down as he came back inside. It all looked rather official and ominous, this heads-of-household conference.

Finally, Elric broke from the group and approached the sofa. He placed a hand over his heart and offered Vincent a little bow of courtesy. “Brüderlein, ve are honored thet you chose us to be here vith you on this joyful day. But ve are in agreement and vill not be persuaded othervise.” He waved towards the group of Doms, who formed a steadfast and unanimous wall. “Ve hef decided not to overstay our velcome so thet you may hef the rest of your evening in peace and privacy.”

“Oh, sir, you don’t have to,” Jonathan protested. “I mean, I could put Drew to bed and–”

“I don’t believe I invited debate,” Elric said with a chill smile. He looked over at the group. “Did I?”

They all shook their heads as one, far too stern and serious, the lot of them.

Vincent chuckled. “Very well then, we surrender to such a well-coordinated conspiracy. And we’ll have a proper party at some later date when everyone feels better rested.” He gathered his crutches and rose to make the rounds, to thank everyone for coming.

Drew was uncomfortably embarrassed that he’d lasted only an hour before looking like he might keel over, but way down he was relieved that this little gathering was being cut short. He was more exhausted than he’d thought he would be.

Everyone came to wish Drew well before they left with lots of hugs and kisses, even a quick peck from Jerrett, which raised a few eyebrows. Der and Brandon waited until last and Der came down on one knee by the sofa to gather Drew close.

“You’re home, safe and sound, sugar bear,” he said softly. “You feel a little better now?”

Drew had his arms wrapped around Der, his face nuzzled up to the crook of his neck. He breathed in his scent, warm skin and the leather smell of his jacket. “Yeah, I feel better.”

“Good.” Der pulled back to give him a soft kiss. “Me, too. You sleep tight, sugar bear. I’ll call you tomorrow.” He turned to kiss Vincent goodnight as well and then rose, swept Jonathan up in his arms and planted a ravenous kiss on his lips. “You hold onto that, pretty Jon. We’ll talk later.”

He put a stunned Jonathan down, took Brandon’s hand and left.

“Dammit, why does he have to be so weird sometimes?” Jonathan grumbled.

“Maybe he misses you.” Drew said, completely unaware of the irony of this statement. He yawned again. “I think I’m gonna go lay down.” He said, because it was really way to early to say he was ‘going to bed’. He kissed Jonathan and Vince and got up, heading for the bedroom.

“Would you mind terribly if I did as well, beloved?” Vincent asked as he watched Drew walk away.

“Go on, babes, you’re barely keeping your feet,” Jonathan said softly. “I’ll just put the food away and finish cleaning up in the morning.”

“Don’t be long.” A hint of a smile tugged at Vincent’s mouth and he followed Drew down the hall.

They hadn’t discussed it, but Drew instinctively headed for the master bedroom rather than his own. Vincent followed slowly, one crutch at a time, too tired to swing himself along as he normally would. “You don’t mind, my kestrel, if I lie down with you?”

Drew smiled as he pulled his clothes off and threw them in the hamper. “I was hoping you would, but it’s so early I didn’t want to ask.” He pulled back the covers and slid between the sheets.

“I’m afraid I’ve been spending almost as much time in bed as you have lately,” Vincent said as he eased down onto the mattress with a sigh. “Though it’s much better to have company.”

He toed off his slippers, glad he hadn’t bothered with socks, pulled his shirt off over his head without undoing the buttons and hoisted himself up on the bed to shimmy out of his jeans. He left the boxer briefs on, a wave of heated impatience taking hold of him. He simply had to have his skin against Drew’s without another moment’s delay.

Drew was only too happy to snuggle close. He was so tired of sleeping alone in an uncomfortable hospital bed. He tried to think of the last time he’d slept with Vince and couldn’t remember, he’d been so…weird before he’d finally freaked out and went into the hospital. The thought suddenly hit him that it had been quite a while since he’d had any sort of intimate contact.

He breathed Vince in, holding him close as his hand drifted over his skin. He had been so tired, he was still tired, but his body was responding to Vince’s warmth and closeness anyway.

Vincent’s throat tightened. He had been so afraid he would never have this again. The times when Drew’s eyes had radiated such unreasoning rage or looked at him with dread and panic had nearly made his heart shatter. He buried his face against Drew’s shoulder, his hand stealing up the back of his neck to stroke his scalp where just the slightest hint of fuzz had begun to grow.

He lifted his head, trying to control the hitch in his breath, and pressed his lips to Drew’s in a tender, searching kiss.

Drew returned the kiss with tender warmth, his lips moved softly over Vince’s, his graceful fingers stroking lightly along Vince’s chest. He thought he knew why Vince’s breath was catching in his throat, and he did not need to ask what was wrong. Instead he concentrated on making sure Vince knew he was here with him wholly and reconnecting with him after they’d been through so much. “I love you,” he whispered between slow kisses.

“Drew…my Drew…” Vincent murmured against his skin as he moved his kisses down his jaw. “I love you so.”

He turned to press them closer, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. His hands wandered down the contours of Drew’s back to cup his lovely butt, pulling him in tighter so their shafts rubbed together. The heat was only beginning to rise, a comfortable warmth, but Vincent knew it wouldn’t take long.

“Hey,” Jonathan’s voice came from the doorway. “Oh, so not fair starting without me.”

“We were just keeping the bed warm.” Drew said, placating. “Come join us,” he suggested, sliding his hand down Vince’s body to stroke the stiffening member rising under his touch.

The way Vincent moaned in response almost made Jonathan faint as the blood all did a sprint from his head. His hands shook as he tore off his clothes, which he draped over the chair but didn’t bother to fold for once. His stomach trembled with need and desire too long denied as he slipped in under the sheets behind Drew.

“So hot,” he whispered against Drew’s shoulders as he licked and kissed. Straight from the hospital, Drew didn’t quite smell like Drew yet but he didn’t care. He rubbed against Drew’s ass, Vincent’s hand finding his cock in the bargain. “Oh…god…missed you so much…”

Drew groaned and pressed back into Jonathan. “I missed you, too,” he whispered heatedly. The slow and tender warmth he and Vince had been building suddenly seemed as if they’d just been waiting for the third in their triad to set the spark to such carefully laid and ready tinder. Drew bent his head to lick and suck at Vince’s nipple, his fingers curling around his erection and stroking more firmly.

Vincent’s hips rocked in time with the strokes. “Drew…oh…” he gasped out.

“Tsk.” Jonathan reached over and stilled Drew’s fingers. “Getting Vince all out of breath. You know he hasn’t been well.”

He rolled Drew onto his back and pulled him down until his head was almost level with Vincent’s crotch.

“Beloved, what are you thinking of?” Vincent asked with a chuckle.

Jonathan leaned over Drew to give him a scorching kiss. “I want to please you both at once. I’ll do all the work. You two can lie back and relax. Please?”

“All right, since you’ve asked so politely,” Vincent said as he rolled to his back.

“Oh, good.” Jonathan began by running his hands over both bodies laid out before him, kissing and licking here and there. He spread Drew’s thighs and dove between to lick at his balls while he reached in the nightstand drawer for the lube.

Drew shivered under Jonathan’s caresses and spread his legs farther in invitation. “God, I want you…” Drew said in a needy murmur. His hand moved to his own cock for a few sensual strokes, both because it felt good, and because he knew Jonathan liked the view.

“Mmm,” Jonathan purred, his eyes, full of heat and tender mischief, traveling up to meet Drew’s. He licked along Drew’s fingers while his own lube coated finger teased at Drew’s back door.

Vincent shoved pillows behind his head, content to watch, knowing he wouldn’t be forgotten.

Drew hissed a little breath and a heated moan escaped him as Jonathan slid his fingers into his tight passage. Oh yes, it had been awhile. Jonathan’s two fingers were squeezed tightly and Drew thought he was going to melt with the pleasure of it. His head turned and he nuzzled at Vince’s hip, despite Jonathan wanting him to just lie back and relax. He was so stimulated he had to do something.

Though he wanted desperately to rush forward, Jonathan took his time. Drew was so tight and tense with need, it took a little coaxing before he relaxed properly and opened enough to take another finger. He reached up and stroked his forefinger up and down Vincent’s shaft in the meantime, just to keep him warmed up.

When he felt Drew was ready, he exchanged fingers for the head of his aching erection. “Christ, sweetheart…so tight…” he panted out as Drew’s puckered entrance practically pulled him in. He had to stay still and concentrate on breathing for a moment so he wouldn’t go over too soon.

Drew bent his knees up farther with a needy little whimper and Jonathan sank farther in. Now he was in position where he could complete the circuit. With his cock buried deep inside Drew’s tight heat, he leaned over and swallowed Vincent’s waiting erection down to the root.

“Jonathan…oh, so good…” Drew murmured as he kissed and licked the side of his throat. His fingers found Jonathan’s nipples to pinch and tease while he eased in and out of him. He nipped his skin and sucked the spot into his hot mouth.

Vincent’s fingers sank into Jonathan’s curls, urging his head up and down. Jonathan’s cheeks hollowed as he increased the suction and Vincent didn’t care how long he held out. It simply felt too damn good. He guided Jonathan’s still-lubed fingers down between his own cheeks and cried out when he was breached, molten pleasure surging through him.

“Beloved…faster…harder…gods, you’re so wonderful,” Vincent got out on heavy gasps.

Naturally Jonathan obliged, keeping the same rhythm for both of them, hips, mouth, fingers, all dancing to the same heavy, thumping beat.

Drew eagerly stroked his achingly hard cock as Jonathan bucked hard between his thighs. The muscles of his abdomen tightened down as the pressure built. He panted, hips rocking in time with Jonathan until he couldn’t take any more. “Ohhh…I’m gonna come!” He got out in a desperate rush. “Gonna…uhhhh Jonathan…yesss…” His tight little hole clamped and spasmed around Jonathan, and he moaned with pleasure.

Jonathan groaned hard around Vincent and drove his fingers in a little harder. Vincent cried out and gripped his head so tight, he couldn’t move. The little, gasping cries came closer and closer together and Jonathan had his second reward when Vincent came hard, hot seed spilling across his tongue.

The taste, the sounds, the hard squeeze of Drew’s orgasm clamping around him and the hard hold Vincent had on him flung him up and over, a tsunami-crash of a climax roaring through him. His hips bucked and jerked through the first spasms and then he lay still, moaning around Vincent’s cock while he rode the last spasms deep inside Drew.

Drew lay unmoving as Jonathan’s weight settled on him. For a moment he wasn’t sure if he was going to stay conscious. There was a fine tremor in his muscles that was partly from the pleasure of release and partly sheer exhaustion. He couldn’t have moved if his life depended on it. He felt Jonathan’s soft lips press to his. He couldn’t open his eyes, but he did respond, his lips caressing back and tasting Vince’s flavor on Jonathan’s mouth.

The tremors telegraphed to Jonathan and he eased back carefully. “Poor sweetheart,” he murmured and settled at Drew’s side so they could hold him between them. He snagged the blankets from the foot of the bed and covered them all for good measure, afraid Drew would get chilled.

Vincent snuggled close and settled Drew’s head on his shoulder, a weight he had missed more than he could have imagined.

Drew fell asleep almost immediately, feeling safe and secure for the first time in weeks.

“Welcome home, my love,” Vincent whispered and kissed the top of his shaved head. “Welcome home.”

Chapter 282 – Never Alone (3)

Two hours later Dr. Lassiter came into the waiting room, clipboard in hand. She was not smiling, but her expression was triumphant nonetheless. “We’ve got something, Vincent. The first MRI didn’t show it, but there is an arachnoidal cyst presenting on the left middle cranial fossa.” She took a breath. “This is good news, it’s a very real possibility that this is the cause of all of Drew’s symptoms, and it’s operable.” She held up the clipboard. “If I can have your autograph, I have a neurosurgeon waiting.”

Vincent reached out with trembling hands and signed as if his own life depended on it. He managed to hand the board back before he buried his face in his hands. “Thank the gods…oh, please, please, let this be it,” he whispered as tears stung the backs of his eyes.

“You may want to go home,” Dr. Lassiter suggested. “It’s going to be a few hours.”

“No. No, I won’t leave him.” Vincent shook his head as he fumbled in his pocket. All this time he had managed without an attack and now his chest began to tighten.

Alone again, he sank back into brooding, wanting to reach for hope, no longer certain he could find it. People came and went. No one spoke to him. He might have been a marble statue or perhaps he had achieved invisibility.

The chairs creaked as a large body settled beside him. “Hello, there.”

Vincent’s head snapped around at the deep voice. “Victor?”

“Well, yes. I had a rather unhappy call from Jonathan who said you were down here by yourself and had forbidden him to come,” Vic said, his forehead creased with worry.

“He hasn’t been well. I didn’t want to upset him more.”

“In that you’ve failed, my friend. He’s upset and demonstrating true drama queen anxiety.” Vic took him by the arm. “You really should give him more credit, though. He’ll have his moments but he has deeper reserves of strength than most of us can imagine.”

Vincent nodded and turned to lean his head on Vic’s shoulder. “Soon. I’ll call him down here soon. Thank you for coming.”

“You’ve always been there for me. Of course I came.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes until two more familiar figures rounded the corner.

“Hey, bud, how’re you holding up?” Dave settled on Vincent’s other side, Sebastian next to him. “Der said you sounded really strange when he talked to you. Big guy’s worried sick, so I said we’d come down and check things out.”

“I’m…all right. They’ve taken Drew to surgery to remove a cyst pressing on his brain. They think it’s the cause.”

“That’s good, right?” Sebastian spoke up. “I mean, they can cure him and shit now.”

“One hopes,” Vincent murmured.

Dave handed him a pack of crackers. “Knew you wouldn’t be eating. Gotta keep your strength up, yeah?”

“Thank you, David. That’s very thoughtful.” Vincent opened the package and even managed to choke down a few bites to please him.

On the heels of their arrival, another small group wheeled around the corner. The Prince, flanked by Orion and Keit, swept in, every head turning as he passed. He’d pulled out all the stops, dressed in eighteenth century finery with a ruffled white shirt, tight velvet trousers of midnight blue, a gentleman’s coat in the French style and his best black riding boots. Only Elric could pull off such outlandish outfits in public and escape appearing ridiculous.

“So.” He settled across from Vincent, left ankle propped on his right knee. “I hef hed two unheppy calls today, brüderlein, from Jonathan and Derelict. They seemed to think you vere no longer reasonable.” He tented his fingers, red eyes watching Vincent closely. “You seem reasonable to me but I must take you to tesk.”

“Why would that be?” Vincent asked softly, not certain he wanted the answer.

“You still seem to think you must face every terrible turn in life alone. Responsibility is vone thing, my dear, trying to shoulder the troubles of the entire vorld alone is medness.” Long white fingers waved at Vincent’s companions. “Though I see others of your friends hef already reached the same conclusion.”

Vincent nodded, unable to speak for a few breaths. “They will shave his head. All of his beautiful hair…”

“It vill grow beck,” Elric said with a snort. “And they save his life. I believe thet is more than compensation for a few veeks lost vanity.”


Drew opened his eyes slowly, blinking as the world came into focus. His throat hurt. Nothing else hurt yet as far as he could tell. There was an oxygen tube up his nose, various other wires and tubing running out from under the blanket covering him, a steady soft beeping came from one of the monitors beside the bed.

He swallowed and winced. His throat really hurt, and he wanted something to drink desperately. He tried to lift his arm and found he was restrained. If he’d had the strength he would have snorted. He could hardly move. Honestly, what did they think he might do? His head rolled to the side and there was Vince. Drew smiled. “Hi,” he whispered in a cracked voice he barely recognized.

“Hello, love.” Vincent unfastened the nearer wrist despite what he had promised so he could press Drew’s fingers to his lips. “Do you see me now? Only me?”

“Who else?” Drew said and licked his dry lips. “You took it off.” He indicated the restraint. “Aren’t you going to get in trouble?”

“I don’t think so, not now,” Vincent said with as much of a smile as he could muster. “My darling kestrel, you had a terrible episode. You thought I was someone else. They took you back to the MRI and found a cyst, a large, fluid-filled sac, pressing against your brain. You have been in surgery, love. They removed it.”

“Oh.” Drew blinked again, still in a groggy post-anesthesia fog. “In my brain?” It took a moment or two but the magnitude began to sink in. “Th-they… operated on my brain?” He took his hand from Vince’s and reached up, feeling carefully, and found his head wrapped in gauze. He didn’t have the energy or lucidity yet to panic, but he was a little worried. No, a lot worried. No one wanted to hear about some doctor having to mess around in his brain.

“So… so, they figured out what was wrong? They fixed it?” he asked, still processing. “A cyst? Does that mean… like, cancer or something?”

Vincent took a tighter grip on his hand. “Not in your brain, love, perched on top of it. They went in with tiny surgical tools and removed it. Some cysts are cancerous. This one was not. But it was causing you considerable discomfort. I wish you had told me about the constant headaches earlier.”

He laid his head next to Drew’s shoulder, still not entirely convinced he should be relieved, too exhausted to think things all the way through. “You must lie still, love, and lie flat. Things need to restabilize. If you sit up too fast or too soon, you will have a terrible, blinding headache. But the disturbances should be at an end. You should get well now.”

Drew brought his arm down behind Vince, his elbow still bent so his hand rested on Vince’s hair. He looked so drawn and gray; he probably hadn’t slept or eaten much. “I’m sorry I worried you, Vince,” he said softly. “You should get some sleep…how is Jonathan? And Der?”

“Worried,” Vincent said on a strangled chuckle. “They were in to see you but you are only allowed one visitor at a time.” So typical of Drew, to be concerned about his loves when he’d just come off the operating table.

Vincent lifted his head and waved a hand around the room. “I think everyone you know has been here to see you. I asked them not to bring flowers since the scent might make you nauseous.”

Around the edges of the room, along every inch of wall, floated mylar balloons in various shapes and hues.

“That beautiful black and silver group.” Vincent pointed to the one in the near corner. “Is from the Prince. The rather exuberant bunch of butterflies.” He indicated the neon-bright ones farther on. “Is from Anthony. The bear-shaped one, of course, is from Derelict. The more tasteful group in shades of blue and green to match your eyes are the ones Jonathan brought. The musical notes are from Victor and Cody. The cheerful little ‘get well’ balloons are from David and Xavier. Ethan and Quinn brought you a little stuffed dog to watch over you.”

He nodded to the nightstand. “Even Orion wanted to leave something for you.” Perched on the nightstand were three more stuffed animals, a gray coyote, a black wolf pup and a shimmering white dragon.

Drew tried to reach for them, remembered his other wrist was still restrained, and undid the cuff. He lifted the coyote. “This is for Jonathan, of course.” He picked up the wolf pup. “And this is Der.” He traced his fingers along the spinal ridge of the dragon. “This must be you. He’s never said before what he thought you were. He’s always just called you my velvet prince. He must have figured out what you were finally,” Drew said with a little smile.

“Yes.” Vincent took a slow breath. It was so good to see that smile. Drew’s normal, everyday smile. “He says I am the child of wind and stars. So one must assume his view of dragons does not include the mindless, virgin devouring sort.”

He leaned in to give Drew a soft kiss. “Would you like me to send Jonathan in now? He’s promised to be calm.”

Drew brightened. “Yes. I want him to see I’m OK. He’s probably been driving everyone nuts.”

“Off and on, yes,” Vincent admitted in a dry voice as he rose. “Though Der and Brandon’s apartment has probably never been cleaner. And he has made them some elaborate dinners. I‘ll be back soon, my love. They have said I‘m to go to bed now, though, whether I‘m willing or not.”

Within seconds of Vincent’s departure, Jonathan arrived. He hesitated at the door, took a step in, and then hurried to the bed. “Hey, sweetie. Christ…oh, it’s good to see you.” He reached out as if he would take Drew in his arms, then recalled instructions and took his hand instead.

Bottom lip caught between his teeth, he met Drew’s gaze. Those big, hazel eyes seemed to take up his whole face since he’d dropped weight and all his hair was gone. He looked like some lost elfin child, out of place in the sterile hospital bed. “How do you…how do you feel?”

Drew smiled for him, truly glad to see his unlikely paladin. “I’m good.” He brought Jonathan’s hand up to his lips to kiss his fingertips. “Vince said I’m not supposed to sit up yet. I’ve missed you, so much.”

“I’ve missed you, too.” Jonathan hitched a breath and shook his head. “You just don’t know.” He slid the rail down so he could lean on the bed with his arm across Drew. “I told them and told them you weren’t crazy. Nobody ever listens to me.”

His fingers traced over Drew’s cheek. “Do you remember all that stuff? The visions? Or is it all gone now?”

“I remember…some.” Drew hedged. He didn’t know if he remembered everything, but he remembered a lot of things in vivid detail. Jonathan didn’t need to know that. His pretty hazel eyes grew serious. “I remember I said some…not good things to you. I’m sorry, Jonathan,” he breathed, his fingers tightening around Jonathan’s.

“You said some pretty awful things, sweetie,” Jonathan murmured. “But I know it wasn’t me you saw sometimes and sometimes it was but you were seeing…different. It’s not your fault.” He kissed Drew’s cheek and gave him a wink. “And, you know, I won’t mind too much if you want to make it up to me when you feel better.”

Drew smiled at him. “I feel good now…and I’m not supposed to get up anyway. You could get naked and slide in next to me.” He picked up the edge of the blanket and made a show of moving some of the wires and crap out of the way. “Plenty of room, I won’t tell if you don’t.” He grinned cheekily.

Of course, the sight of all the tubes and wires bled the mischief from Jonathan’s eyes. “Stop that,” he snapped and tucked Drew back under his blankets. “You need to behave yourself until you’re well again. And don’t you let Schiller talk you into anything either.”

He was trying much too hard for irritated but the way his black lashes stuck together as he blinked gave him away. “Just…please don’t do anything like that to me again. I was so sure we were losing you. Sure that horrible girl was trying to kill you or something. I was so…scared…”

Drew’s knuckles pressed to his forehead, he fought to keep his promise. He had told Vincent he wasn’t going to cry.

“I love you, Jonathan. It’s OK,” Drew whispered, his fingers caressing where they touched Jonathan’s skin. “You can cry, I won’t tell.”

Jonathan didn’t burst into tears but he let them go, put his head on Drew’s shoulder and sobbed quietly. All the terrible days and nights of fear and uncertainty, then all the worse ones of waiting and being told he couldn’t see his Drew, all this had been hard. To have Vincent sick and lost on top of it all had been unbearable.

“I love you, too,” he managed in hiccoughing breaths. “I’m so glad…hell, I’m delirious to have you back.”

Drew stroked Jonathan’s hair and soothed him. “It’s ok, Jon…I’m ok.” He lifted his other shoulder as if he would sit up to wrap his arms around him and Jonathan immediately pressed his shoulders back down.

“Don’t you dare,” he warned.

Drew took a breath and relaxed back on the bed. “OK.” He stroked his long graceful fingers over Jonathan’s cheeks and brushed the tears away.

“Seriously, hon. Twenty-four hours you gotta stay flat for all that cerebrummy-spinally stuff to come up to pressure again.” Jonathan smiled when he got a little chuckle. He kissed Drew’s fingers, the inside of his wrist, the bend of his elbow and finally his lips. “I guess I better send the big goofball in, huh? He’s pouting ‘cause we left him till last.”

“Der’s still here?” Drew said with a little smile.

Jonathan snorted. “Yes, he’s still here. You think he’d take someone else’s word that you’re OK?” He stroked a finger down Drew’s nose. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetie. It’s getting late, I need to get Vince home and you need some real, non-drugged-up sleep.”

He smiled and waved in the doorway and then stalked down the hall to the waiting room. “’Is Der still here?’ he asks,” he fumed at the man in question. “Like you haven’t been prowling around this hospital for days while some of us weren’t even allowed to talk about coming down here!”

“Um…well. I’ll take that as permission to go see him, then?” Der edged around Jonathan, out of range of those swift, little fists.

Jonathan glowered at Vincent when Der had left. “What? What’s that look for?”

“I’m sorry, beloved. I know it was hard–”

“No, you don’t! You’ve got no clue or you would’ve let me come see Drew before now!”

Vincent’s gaze was far from cold as he met Jonathan’s. “But I couldn’t come for days, either. And I needed you.”

“Oh.” Jonathan huffed a breath and held out his hands to help Vincent up. “Well, why didn’t you say so?”

“I didn’t think I needed to.”

Der didn’t run to Drew’s room but with his long stride, he got there faster than some could have sprinted. “Hey, sugar bear!” He flung himself into the chair next to Drew’s bed. “You ready to go dancing?”

“Sure.” Drew smiled and reached for Der’s hand, though he didn’t try to sit up. He was sure Der had his orders, too. “How do you like the new look? I’m thinking I should get flames or lightning tattooed on the sides of my head.”

Der nodded. “It’s very streamlined. Very space age. But I think the glare from the lights will blind people when you’re onstage. Maybe you better work on growing the hair back.” He nuzzled at Drew’s fingers when he got a little laugh. “Oh, it was a joke. See, I forgot that you knew how to make jokes. It’s been awhile.”


He sat back so he could look at Drew. “It’s so good to have you back, sugar bear. When you get out of here, we have to have a few champagne toasts. To your recovery. To the fact that the condo does not house ghosts. And to pretty Jon not killing me before I got to see you again.”

“That sounds good, Der.” Drew squeezed his fingers. “How’s Brandon? Vince said him and Jon had been staying at your place for a little while.” Which was Drew’s very PC way of asking if Brandon was getting tired of guests and drama and Der spending so much time worrying over his other lovers.

Der chuckled. “Brandon is…a very patient man. But tonight we have our place to ourselves and I think he’s pleased to have our space back.”

Drew grinned. “Code for ‘I’ll be wearing leather and swinging from the chandeliers in a few hours’.”

“Leather, yes.” Der tried to look serious. “Though I’m not sure if I’ll need the knee pads or the riding crop yet…”

“Now you’re just trying to tempt me to go home with you,” Drew teased. Although, at this point he honestly didn’t think he could get up if he wanted to. He felt like sandbags were tied to his eyelids and he yawned.

Der leaned in and kissed his forehead. “You know I’d like nothing better. But you need your beauty sleep. You’ve had a busy day.” Der moved lower to kiss the bridge of his nose and his lips, gently since they were so dry. “It’s so good to talk to you again and not get my head snapped off.”

He rested his cheek against Drew’s for a moment. “I love you, sugar bear. Did you want me to sing you to sleep?”

Drew’s eyes were already closed but he nodded. “That would be so nice,” he said softly. “Der, I love you, too…make sure Vince and Jon are ok.”

“I will, hon. I’ll call to make sure they got home but I think they need their alone time tonight, too.” He held Drew’s hand, his bass rumbling softly as he began to sing, “Motherland, cradle me, Close my eyes, Lullaby me to sleep, Keep me safe, Lie with me, Stay beside me, Don’t go...”

He sang on until Drew’s breathing evened out and deepened. With a smile, he put Drew’s hand under the blankets, put the rail back up without a sound and managed to walk out without a single metallic jingle. He had to stop in the hall to wipe his eyes. Hospital disinfectants made his eyes water, yes, that was it.

He drove home whistling, feeling lighter than he had in weeks, and called Vincent as he pulled the hearse into the apartment garage. It sounded like Jonathan was making up for lost time, so he said goodnight and left them in peace.

The stairs only took a few bounds, the door already stood open a crack in anticipation of his return. He swept in and hollered, “Lucy! I’m hooo-oome!”

Smoke came tearing down the hallway, ears pinned back flat, back bristled. He hopped twice, flipped around on his back while ferociously attacking a piece of carpet fuzz, then streaked back off in the direction he’d come. Life was never dull with a kitten in the house.

“Hey Ricky.” Bran said as he nearly tripped on Smoke. He shook his head and kissed Der hello. “That cat is a menace. He pounced on Elektra’s tail earlier and I thought she was going to eat his liver. How’s Drew?”

Der pulled him close for the solid feel of that hard-packed body in his arms. “I will try not to remind you that you were the one who wanted to keep the menace.” He nuzzled at Brandon’s neck. “Drew’s very tired. Poor thing could barely keep his eyes open. But he was Drew again, entirely, wholly, without any additives, thank the gods.”

He pushed back so he could see Brandon’s face. “And how are you, love?”

Brandon gave him a smile, slid his hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a warm kiss before answering. “I’m good, and I’m glad Drew is doing better. As much as I felt bad for him, it was tearing me up to watch you suffering.”

Der opened his mouth to answer and snapped it shut, then shook his head on a little laugh. “Now, see, here I am worried you’d be ticked at me for neglecting you. I should know better. Good gods, you are the most wonderful, selfless person I have ever met.”

He took Brandon’s hands and sank to one knee. “But I’m still hoping you’ll let me make it up to you.”

Brandon smoothed his fingers along Der’s cheek and let his fingers slide into his hair in a gentle caress. “Oh, I think that sounds like a perfect idea.”

A little shiver of delight skittered down Der’s back. “Mmm, and what flavor would you like?” He kissed along the inside of Brandon’s wrist. “And would you prefer being the spoon or the ice cream?”

Brandon chuckled. “Have I told you I love your euphemisms? Although, ice cream is way too cold for what I’m feeling right now,” he said, his tone dropping to a husky murmur. He leaned down to kiss Der’s lips, drawing it out with sensual heat. “Why don’t you take top tonight?”

Grinning, Der leaped to his feet, hand over his heart. “I live to fulfill your every desire.”

He shed his coat and hung it on its hook by the door, then took Brandon by the hand and led him to the bedroom. He gestured for Brandon to stay where he was, disappeared into the closet, and emerged wearing nothing but black leather pants that looked like he needed a shoehorn to get on, the waist riding so low most of his black jewel line was visible.

He walked back towards Brandon slowly, one foot crossing over the other with each step, his gaze smoldering with the banked passion of many nights’ abstinence. For once he didn’t want anything too elaborate. He just wanted Brandon, Brandon, the name thudding in time to his heartbeat.

His hands slid under the hem of Brandon’s t-shirt and slid it off over his head. He closed in for a soft kiss but pulled back before it could gain heat, his fingers busy with Brandon’s fly. The jeans fell to the floor under the weight of change and keys in the pockets and the boxers followed.

Der turned them and put a hand flat on Brandon’s chest, pushing gently until he sat down on the bed. In four swift tugs he removed everything the rest of the way, Bran’s beautiful, sculpted body completely exposed, his erection already standing ramrod straight.

He waited while Brandon scooted up on the bed a little, then with a soft growl he crawled up from the foot of the bed, parting Brandon’s thighs so he could crawl between them. He stretched out atop him, devouring his lips with a searing kiss, grinding his leather-clad lower half against Brandon’s skin.

Brandon lifted his hips, rubbing his erection against the soft leather of Der’s pants. His fingers sank into his hair as he kissed him back hot and hard for several long, tongue tangling minutes. “God, I want you…” he whispered heatedly between kisses. “So damn much…”

“I’ve missed this,” Der whispered as he kissed along his jaw. “Missed your hands all over me…missed your gorgeous body…” He moaned as Brandon’s hands slid down his back to cup his butt. Oh, hells gates, yes, he’d missed those hands.

He planted a searing line of kisses down Brandon’s throat, unable to get enough of the taste of his skin. And, oh, such joy, when he took Brandon’s nipple in his mouth for a hard suck and got a hiss and an arching of that incredible body.

“Der…” Brandon whispered his name like a caress. He was so damn ready for this he was dizzy with lust, his body aching for his lover. “You are so damn sexy.”

The only answer he got was a soft growl. Der moved Brandon’s hands to the laces at the back of his leathers. Barely legal, these were his favorite clubbing pants, guaranteed to make heads turn, especially when he wore little in the way of a shirt. Brandon’s clever fingers undid the knot and parted the laces while Der reached over to the nightstand drawer for the lube and his claw sheaths.

He rolled his hips on a needy moan as Brandon’s hands slipped inside to stroke his skin. He nuzzled at Brandon’s throat and wriggled to help peel the leather down. When his erection leaped free, he moved down, kissing and nipping along the way over ribs and hard-packed abs. His hands parted Brandon’s legs further and bent his knees up while he licked along the insides of his thighs.

His breath caressed over Brandon’s rigid cock while he squeezed out a good dollop of lube on his fingers. His eyes lifted to Brandon’s face to watch as his lips closed over the head of his erection and his sheathed forefinger slid inside at the same moment.

“Ohhh…yesss.” Brandon’s neck arched, his head pressing back into the pillows. “Oh, baby, that feels so good.”

“Mmm,” Der hummed in agreement as he savored the taste of Brandon’s excitement. He sucked gently, taking more and more of Brandon’s thick erection in his mouth with each dip of his head while a second finger joined the first inside.

He waited until Brandon was squirming and then lifted his head to shift back up. Soft kisses rained along Brandon’s scarred side while Der withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his aching cock. He sank in by slow degrees, in little thrusts and forays, until he was almost swallowed to the balls.

He took Brandon’s face between his hands and went completely still, gazing down into his eyes. “I love you so.”

“I love you, too.” Brandon breathed across his lips. He wrapped his arms tight around Der and pulled him close for a kiss that was both sweetly tender and full of heat and longing.

Der’s long arms slid under Brandon to hold him tight as well, his body moving in slow rolls and undulations, his lips and tongue never ceasing their renewed exploration. He had always loved women as well as men and always would but there was something about having a hard set of muscles beneath him, a strong pair of arms around him, that took his breath away.

Brandon let himself sink wholly into the moment, the rest of the world fading completely as he lost himself in Der. Brandon had been in love a time or two, but he’d always secretly snickered at the idea of ‘making love’. Hot steamy sex, playful sex, wild sex, he’d had all those things before but only with Der could it be hot and wild and tender and sweet all at the same time.

Their bodies moved together, slow and sensual, for a long time. They got hot and heavy, and then slowed again until one or the other started edging their way back up. Finally Brandon could not resist the pull and went one step beyond the point where he could hold back and cool down again. The orgasm welled up uncontrollably and shook him to the core. His head arched back as he cried out with the sheer pleasure of his release.

The sunburst beauty of Brandon’s climax rushed up through Der’s body. He held out for two precious seconds of tortured delight so he could watch his lover’s face in the throes of ecstasy.

“Brandon, gods, Brandon,” he whispered as his hips sped in quick, hard thrusts. “So perfect…so…oh…” He followed Brandon over with a hard groan, his head cradled on Brandon’s broad shoulder.

Brandon lay, boneless and sated with his arms wrapped lightly around Der and just drifted. This was bliss, and if they could only stay like this forever things would be perfect. He had no desire to move, and Der’s weight was satisfying, not heavy.

The same not-moving thought had occurred to Der. Wrapped up in Brandon, the little silver balls on his shaft causing tiny aftershocks as his erection moved as it softened, he regretted the moment had to end at some point.

When Brandon heaved a soft contented sigh, Der lifted his head. “You know, maybe we should have abstinence weeks more often. That was Vesuvius hot.”

Brandon murmured a halfhearted little chuckle. “You want me to get a little cage for you like Vince has for Drew?” He knew about this particular little device when Der explained how Vince had punished Drew after they had been together without his permission. Brandon had been uneasy and worried about what had been done to him until Der told him.

“Now hold on, there.” Der tried for a wounded expression. “Are you saying I don’t have enough self control to last without one?” He grinned when he got another little laugh. “Actually, no, I don’t think I could wear one long term. Vince put the thing on me once to try it out and I thought I’d pass out. Come to think of it, I think I did. Way, way too much stimulation for an excitable boy like me.”

“Hmm… maybe you’re right.” Brandon agreed. “Shall we set a date then? Or just see who breaks first?” he asked, only half teasing. The idea of denying themselves for a time to build up the sexual tension was kind of hot.

“Hmm, lemme think about it,” Der lowered his head to nuzzle Brandon’s throat. “Right now I need a few good nights of this first before we start talking about who has more will power.”

“Oh, that definitely sounds like a better plan,” Brandon murmured and kissed the top of Der’s head. A few seconds went by and Brandon asked, “Maybe we should get started on this new plan right now?” He caressed Der’s back all the way down to the base of his spine.

He got a murmur and a little chuckle from Der, which he took as agreement. Their second inning was every bit as sensual and hot as the first. Making up for lost time was a wonderful thing.

Chapter 281 – Never Alone (2)

By the time they reached the hospital Drew was once again relatively clear headed, though there was nothing he could do as he was still strapped down when they wheeled him into the ER. He wheezed and rattled now with every breath. A vessel had burst somewhere and was filling one of his lungs with blood. They were going to have to take him into surgery.

“I’ll be with you the whole time,” Suzy said brightly from the end of the gurney. “Even in your dreams.”

Drew screamed and thrashed so violently they needed to sedate him to get the IV in. When they came in with needle and syringe he flipped out even more. Vincent arrived in the ER waiting room to the sound of Drew screaming at the top of his lungs down the hall. It did not last long though, as two nurses pinned him down and he was shot up with a healthy dose of thorazine. That took the wind out of his sails quickly. He was then prepped and taken into emergency surgery to find and stop the bleeding before he bled out or drowned in his own blood.

Hours later he was in recovery, the surgeon told Vince they had found the burst blood vessel and repaired it, though this did not explain his psychotic episode or the seizures. When he was fully awake he would be transferred to the psych ward and evaluated by a psychiatrist.

“He has been experiencing sensory disturbances,” Vincent told the doctor softly. “Not only visual but tactile and olfactory. I would assume a neurologist would be called in as well.”

“Yes. An MRI has been ordered and the neurologist will see him,” the doctor told him, not without considerable sympathy. “It’s a matter of finding the correct diagnosis now. We can’t yet rule out schizophrenia, or some other disorder. The tox screen will also show any drug or environmental substances that might have caused this.”

Vincent nodded and leaned back in the waiting room chair. Counterproductive to point out that Drew was clean, they would run the tests despite any protests, and perhaps there was something, a cleaning product or other household chemical, to which Drew had some bizarre and severe allergy.

If only tests didn’t always take so long. Tech hadn’t yet caught up to science fiction in that regard, a handheld scanner or beam of light which would render an instant diagnosis. Vincent pulled his coat closer around himself, shivering. Why did hospitals always have to be so damn cold?


“Der? Please wake up.” Jonathan’s voice had deteriorated from mild sarcasm to desperate pleading. There were freaking ghosts in the house, for Christ’s sake, he didn’t care what Chrys said, and Der decided to take a nap. Drew wasn’t crazy. He wasn’t. It was ghosts.

He gathered Der in his arms and put his back to the wall. At least the big dork was warm and solid. But he couldn’t just sit here. There was so much that needed to be done. Lots of things. Yes. He needed to–

He shrieked at the noise from Der’s pocket. Notes. From…oh, cell phone. The jeans were a snug fit, it was a struggle, but he dragged the cell out and stared at the number. Der’s number. “Schiller’s phone,” he answered in as quiet a voice as he could muster.

“Who’s this?” the pleasant voice on the other end asked.

“Brandon? It’s Jonathan. He’s here…he’s just…there’s blood everywhere and you know how he is about blood and, OK, wasn’t quite a header into the carpet and Drew’s gone in the ambulance and Vince went after him and left me here…” Jonathan’s voice rose to a shriek. “And there’s ghosts, Bran, and I can’t do this!”

“Whoa, whoa…slow down.” Brandon said, trying for calm but there was a slight edge to his voice anyway. “Is Der hurt?” He had to ask, Jonathan said something about blood everywhere and he wasn’t very coherent.

“No, it’s Drew’s blood and…”

“…and he passed out.” Brandon finished for him. “I’m on my way over Jon, just hang in there. Tell me what happened, slowly. From the beginning.” He really didn’t need the information, but he wanted to keep Jonathan on the phone and talking because he sounded so close to breaking down.

He managed to keep him on the phone and get a more coherent and detailed explanation while he drove, like a mad man, through the city streets. He could have used the bubble, but if the chief found out he’d have his ass, possibly even his job, so he behaved and just broke a half dozen traffic laws. He made it in record time and hung up only as he was coming in the door.

“God…” Brandon breathed as he walked in the door. It looked like a small animal or three had been slaughtered in there. “Ok…” He took a deep breath. “Stay there for a minute.” He said to Jonathan and went into the kitchen where he got a dish towel wet and came back out. He did his best to get Der cleaned up while he patted his cheeks and shook him. Eventually Der started mumbling and his eyes fluttered open.

“Hey sweetness.” Brandon smiled at him softly. “Don’t get up, OK? Just lay there for a few minutes.” Bran looked around the room and blew out a breath. “Alright, I’d take you to the hospital myself, but I don’t want to leave Der here, and I’m not gonna put him in the truck yet.”

“Jesus, what the hell happened?” Xavier was suddenly standing in the open doorway as if summoned, although he looked about as shocked as could be. He’d dropped in to see if Jonathan wanted to go shopping because Cody had a cold and was in bed.

“There’s ghosts,” Jonathan whispered as he pulled his knees up under his chin. “There’s ghosts and they put Drew in the hospital.”

Xavier arched a brow. “There’s no such thing as ghosts, Kemp. What the hell happened?” He asked again as he came farther into the room.

Brandon opened his mouth to answer but Jonathan shot to his feet and pointed stiff armed at Xavier. “There is a ghost! Drew is not fucking crazy! You take that back!”

“Well I don’t know about Drew but you sure are nutty…”

Xavier cut off as Jonathan lunged at him, but Xav caught his arms before he actually swung. “Hey! Easy… I didn’t meant it, ok?” he said in a much softer tone. “What’s going on here, huh?” he asked, again, this time with some of the shock worn off the concern in his voice came through.

“Drew had a seizure, he was coughing up blood. He’s been seeing visions… they took him to the hospital,” Brandon answered quickly.

“Oh, man…” Xavier breathed, and since he was still holding Jonathan so he couldn’t punch him, he relaxed his hold and brought him close instead. “Oh, hey, I’m sorry, Jon…”

Jonathan clung to him for a few moments, little whimpers caught in his throat. Then he disentangled himself and meandered down the hall to the bathroom, muttering, “Place is a mess. Everything’s a freaking mess. Somebody’s gotta take care of it…”

All three trailed him and found him on his knees with the wastebasket beside him, trying to stuff pieces of broken glass and wood into the little wicker container.

Der put a hand on his shoulder, his voice wavering as he said, “Pretty Jon, Vince is at the hospital all alone. We should go to him.”

“Fucking ghosts,” Jonathan muttered as if he hadn’t heard. “No respect for a nice, clean house. You’d think they’d want a clean house to haunt. Can’t leave things like this. Blood‘s never gonna come out. Never does. Always blood. Always…everywhere…”

“Gods.” Der wiped a hand over his face. “He can’t go like this. Poor Vince has enough to deal with. And we can’t leave him here. He’s scared out of his wily little mind. Xav, you wanna play Jonathan-sitter? Maybe get him out of here to your place. He’d probably do better away from all this for now.”

“Sure,” Xavier answered quietly. “C’mon Jonathan, let me take you back to my place for a bit. I’ll call Dave and ask him to come clean up here, okay? He can get the stains out no problem.” Xav took Jonathan’s hand and pulled him up, still finding it hard to believe that Drew, quiet shy Drew, caused all this mess. “Leave that stuff, you’re going to cut yourself.” He got Jonathan to leave off picking up debris and led him out of the bathroom.

With his hand between Jonathan’s shoulders he steered him down the hall toward the front door. He looked back over his shoulder. “You guys going to the hospital?” He asked, and Der nodded. “Ok, call me later and let me know what’s what.” With that, he got Jonathan out and into the car.

“I have to take care of it,” Jonathan still murmured. “Who’ll take care of things?”

Xav just patted his knee and pulled out. At the apartment, he couldn’t get Jonathan to sit still. He wandered in aimless circles, picking up random things to wipe them off. Xavier felt a little guilty about it but he finally set him to cleaning the bathroom which Jonathan accomplished with grim zeal. Every inch gleamed when he was through, even the molding behind the door and the spot behind the toilet had been scrubbed.

After that he washed up, wandered back out to the sofa, curled into an incredibly tight ball and went to sleep.


Vincent sat hunched over his crutches, determined to control the shivering if it killed him. He lifted his head when an official medical sort walked towards him.

“He’s awake? Could I see him?”

“Yes, you can see him. We’ll be transferring him soon, and then visiting will be up to the doctors, but you can see him now.”

Vince made his slow way up and the nurse added, “He’s restrained, don’t be alarmed, it’s for his own safety, but don’t take them off.”

He nodded and made his way to the room number he was given.

Drew was still groggy from the anesthesia, asleep when Vince went into the room. Black Velcro restraints circled his wrists on either side. He must have heard him though because he lifted his head, blinking sleepily with those huge hazel eyes. “Vince?”

The lump in Vincent’s throat threatened to choke him. He pulled a chair over to the bed with his right crutch and eased down so he could kiss Drew’s forehead. “I’m here, my kestrel. Right here. How do you feel?”

“Tired.” Drew answered slowly. “I heard the nurse say they fixed the blood vessel, but they’re not letting me go home.” He seemed lucid. He reached for Vince, or tried to, and sighed. “Can you undo these? I want to hug you.”

Vincent stroked his hair, a spear of pain driven through his heart. “You are ill, my love. They have a number of tests to run still. And they’ve asked me not to unfasten you.” He fought the hitch in his voice and another bout of shivers. “Please forgive me, love. I’d like nothing better than to hold you.”

Drew turned his head to nuzzle into Vince’s palm, kissing him there as the only comfort he could offer. “Vince, you don’t look so good. Are you okay?”

“I’m perhaps a bit…tired, love,” Vincent managed in a voice strained to breaking. “Sleep has been a little scarce this week, hasn’t it?” The chill was simply the sub-arctic hospital temperature, nothing more. He put his head on Drew’s shoulder. “I hate the waiting,” he said softly. “I suppose everyone does.”

Drew once again tried to raise his hand and remembered he couldn’t. Tears suddenly stung his eyes. He couldn’t even hold Vince. His throat hurt and he swallowed hard. “She’s not a ghost, is she, Vince?” He said in a hoarse whisper. “I’m going crazy or something.” His breath hitched and a twin trail of hot tears spilled over his cheeks.

“Don’t cry, my love, please don’t cry,” Vincent said in soft desperation. He took Drew’s face between his hands and kissed him softly, thumbs brushing away the tears as they fell. “She is not a ghost. She haunts you only in the sense that she haunts your subconscious. But–” He turned Drew’s head to face him when he whimpered. “But that does not mean you are insane.”

He brushed the hair from Drew’s eyes. “The more I see and hear, the more I am convinced this is a medical issue as the Prince suggested. They will be taking you to psychiatric for evaluation. Please don’t be afraid. Be a good boy, do as they ask, and answer all of the questions truthfully. The neurologist on staff, Dr. Lassiter, will be coming to see you as well. She’s very kind. I’ve spoken to her and told her all I could. There will be tests and radiology procedures. I may not be allowed to be with you but know that I’m thinking only of you.”

Drew swallowed, trying to get the huge lump in his throat to lessen. He nodded to make Vince feel better, but all he wanted was to be held, to go home with him. He didn’t want to be left here alone.

When they came to wheel Drew away, it took all of Vincent’s willpower not to fling himself across the bed and beg them not to take him. After a last kiss for Drew, he watched in stoic silence, unwilling to let strangers see the hole torn in his heart.

Back out in the waiting room, he slumped into the nearest chair, completely unaware of his surroundings until a long shadow fell over him.

“Hey, handsome.” The deep voice came from far above. “You don’t look quite your dapper, cool self.”

Vincent gazed up and up until he found Der’s gray eyes. “What took you so blasted long?”

“Oh, you know, issues of state, various diplomatic crises. How goes the war, General?”

Vincent told them everything he knew while Der settled on one side and Brandon on the other. Towards the end, his teeth started to chatter and Der frowned in concern.

He put a hand to Vincent’s forehead and hissed. “Hon, you’re burning up.”

“Odd. I don’t feel warm at all,” Vincent murmured.

“You need to go home,” Der began and then remembered no one would be home to take care of him. “Strike that, back up a step. Bran, what’s the verdict? Our place? And we’ll get Jonathan later? I mean, you did make me buy that new sofa bed…”

“Of course,” Brandon said.


Drew lay on the flat table. They had taken the restraints off finally, but he didn’t have any doubt if he twitched wrong they would put them right back on. The radiologist made him take out his tongue ring and the ring in his nipple and put them in a little tray so they could put him in the MRI machine. She asked him if he was at all claustrophobic.

“I don’t think so.” Drew said.

“You don’t think so? Well, I suppose we’ll take that as a no. Usually if you are, you know. Now, you need to stay perfectly still the whole time, alright?”


She pushed some buttons and the table slid inside the tunnel, head first, up to his shoulders. Drew stayed perfectly still. The machine turned on and Drew thought about Vince, and Jonathan, and Der, and how worried they all must be. He thought about school, and the latest composition he was working on. He fought the urge to itch his nose. After what seemed like forever they finally turned the machine off and the table moved again, pulling him back out.

Drew sat up. The radiologist came back around the wall smiling. “All done,” she said, and then her head split open, spilling maggots and black ooze onto the floor.

Drew screamed and jumped off the table.

“Easy! Easy…what’s wrong?” the thing that had been the radiologist asked him.

Drew knocked the IV stand over as he backed away as far and as fast as he could. She was between him and the door and she was coming toward him. “Don’t touch me! Stay away!” he screamed at her as she came closer, dropping putrid bits of flesh as she did. “No! Stay away!”

“Honey, calm down, it’s okay…” Her voice still sounded perfect coming from the ruined decay of her face.

“Oh, please, please don’t touch me.” Drew had backed into the farthest corner he could get, dragging the IV with him. More people were coming now. Drew curled into a ball, whimpering. They were all dead. Horrible, decayed corpses. He squeezed his eyes shut. They grabbed him and there was nothing he could do. He screamed and struggled and he felt the stab of a needle in his arm. He struggled still, but became weaker, and weaker until he couldn’t fight anymore and the dead people picked him up and put him back on the gurney.


“Is there someone here for Andrew Brennan?”

The question brought Der’s head up with a jerk. He blinked, searching for the source, stiff and disoriented. Damned stupid, dozing off in uncomfortable waiting room chairs. There, the tiny woman in the white lab coat. He raised his hand and stood to greet her.

“Well, hello,” she smiled as she shook Der’s hand, apparently not at all phased by sharp teeth and claws. “I‘m Dr. Lassiter, Drew‘s neurologist. You’re not the young man I spoke to before.”

“No, sorry, Vincent was feeling poorly. We sent him home.” And you’re not what I pictured in a neurologist. The iron gray pixie cut, the hand knit sweater vest under the lab coat, with four-color pockets no less, the warm, sunny smile, she looked more like someone’s retired librarian grandma. “Derek Schiller. Friend of Drew’s.”

“No family in the area?”

“None that could be here. You’d have to consider Vincent his family.”

“Boyfriend? Long term?”

“Live-in, yes. Power of attorney and all that.” He took a deep breath and cocked his head to look at her. “Doc, why the third degree? You folks don’t usually want family unless you need to say something no one wants to hear.”

“Mr. Schiller, let’s sit down,” she waved to the empty waiting area. When he settled, no longer towering above her, she began. “Drew’s case is…puzzling, to say the least. From everything Vincent told me, I was certain something would show. But his preliminary MRI’s came out negative and all the blood work shows normal, no foreign substances, no elevated lead levels, nothing.”

“Oh.” Der stared down at his hands, not trusting himself to say more.

“Do you know if he’s ever had any sort of episodes before? Talked about not being connected to his hands or anything like that?”

“You’re saying he might be psychotic,” Der grated out. “He’s not. He’s one of the sanest people I’ve ever met.” He raised his head to look at her, his voice wavering. “He lived through hell, Doc, and came out in one piece. He has a little issue with impulse control but what person his age doesn’t?”

“I’m not saying anything yet, Mr. Schiller.” She reached over and patted his hand. “I’m just trying to gather as much information as possible. Drew’s had another episode, perhaps the worst yet. He’s been sedated and taken to psych or I’d let you see him. I’m not giving up, though, count on that.” She glanced at her watch. “It’s late. Go home. People are probably worried about you.”

Der nodded and did just that after he extracted a promise that she would call with any updates, no matter what time.

Four days later they were no closer to a diagnosis. Drew was put through a battery of tests and was scheduled for more yet. He had fully lucid moments, and episodes of stark terror with increasing frequency, duration, and intensity. The psychiatrist prescribed a handful of drugs, despite Drew’s reluctance to take anything. He was watched carefully to make sure he did swallow the pills. They made him dopey and confused, but did not stop the hallucinations or delusions. That was interesting to the psychiatrist, the fact that Drew came in and out not only of the hallucinations but also the delusion, the belief that the hallucinations were real.

When he was lucid Drew was able to discuss the hallucinations objectively and even tell the doctor he knew he was seeing things that were not real, but while they were happening he couldn’t make that connection and believed everything he saw. This was unusual, the doctor said. In the handful of psychiatric conditions he was trying to narrow down, in nearly all the delusion persisted beyond the actual psychotic break. This led him to believe that whatever affected Drew was not purely in the psyche and he concurred with Drew’s neurologist that more extensive testing needed to be done.

He did not, however, rule out schizophrenia and kept Drew on the drugs. At least they let him out of the restrains unless he became violent. With the cocktail of psychotropics flowing in him, at least his ability to get completely out of control was lessened.

He was allowed visitors, two at a time, and only during certain times of the day. He watched the clock a lot, waiting for Vince or Jonathan.

“Hey there, sunshine! You want to hop in the shower before your friends get here?”

That was Phil, who could probably win a look alike contest with Denzel Washington. Although he had a darker complexion, he could have been his brother. Drew tried thinking of him as a prison guard, but the bitterness wouldn’t stick. Phil was too damn cheerful. Despite Drew’s innate distrust, his anger at being kept in the hospital, and his fear of not knowing what was wrong with him, when he tried to hang all that on Phil he shook it off like water. He was probably the kindest, most patient person Drew had ever met.

He got to see Phil once a day. Drew was not allowed to take a shower without ‘help’. Basically someone had to watch to make sure he didn’t freak out, fall, and brain himself. He was surprised they let him piss and take a crap on his own.

“I guess so,” Drew said. He got up like a creaky old man. It was weird how just lying around in bed all the time made him feel like that. Or maybe it was the drugs.

Shouts came from the hall, one of the other ‘inmates’ riding the crazy train.

“Hang on tiger, I’ll be back for you. I gotta go help out.” Phil disappeared out the door.

Drew sighed, but he sat patiently on the edge of bed, swinging his legs. His fingers moved restlessly on the mattress, tapping out melodies he wanted to hear and maybe write down.

“Hey, Sugar, what’s shakin?”

Drew looked up fast, his breath catching in his throat even as the sickly sweet smell of flowers and dead meat hit him in the face. Josh sat on the chair next to his bed. Drew felt all the air in his lungs turn to lead.

“What? Aren’t you happy to see me?” Josh rose slowly and moved toward him.

Drew made a small frightened sound but he was paralyzed, watching the cobra coming to get the mouse. Josh’s hand touched his cheek and Drew started to tremble. “Josh…”

“Shh…its alright, Sugar. I’m gonna get you outta here.” His cold lips touched Drew’s forehead. “You just close your eyes and open your mouth, okay? Get this guy off quick and I’ll take you home.”

Drew squeezed his eyes shut. “N-no… Josh, please…”

“Now don’t start being a dick. You fuck this guy and we can go home, that’s not too much to ask, is it? After all I do for you?”

Drew sat, shaking so hard he had to grit his teeth. He shook his head no, but he knew he’d do what Josh wanted. He always did what Josh wanted. He had to.

The door to the hall opened again and Phil came in, cheerful as could be. If he noticed Drew’s distress he ignored it, and just went on in his competent way. Drew got up and followed him into the bathroom. Josh watched him go, smiling at him.

Drew stripped and got into the shower while Phil did his thing of watching without really looking. For a big man in a small space he somehow managed to make it seem like he wasn’t really there, just part of the background.

Drew finished and got out, turned the water off and wrapped a towel around him. He knelt on the bathmat in front of Phil and reached for him.

Phil caught his wrists before he could touch him. “Hey… now…um.”

Drew looked up at him with empty eyes. “It’s alright. Josh said to take care of you.”

“I don’t know who Josh is, but you don’t have to do anything of the sort, now c’mon and get up, honey.”

Drew’s expression changed to pleading. “No… please, just let me… Josh will be so mad…”

“Jeez, listen Drew, get up now. I got a wife and three kids at home and even if I did swing that way I wouldn’t take advantage of you.”

Drew tried again to get to his pants. “Please… you don’t understand what he’ll do if you don’t let me…”

“OK, OK,” Phil said, still keeping Drew from groping him. “Listen, I’ll tell Josh we did, and everything will be alright. Okay?”

“I am hoping,” a soft voice that held all the chill of deep space drifted into the bathroom. “That there is a reasonable and credible explanation for this.”

Exhausted and shaky from his bout of flu, Vincent still managed to exude an odd sort of otherworldly menace. He had come alone, despite various protests because he couldn’t risk Jonathan’s stability any further. And now…to find this…

Phil looked at Vince, not in the least intimidated by the tone. “Apparently someone named Josh told him to…ah…” It was hard to tell with his dark skin, but he could and did blush. “…proposition me.”

Drew looked over his shoulder at Vince and a smile came to his face. He seemed to forget about Phil and that he was kneeling nearly naked in front of him. He got up and went to wrap his arms around his lover. “Vince! You came!” He buried his face at the side of his throat. “I missed you so much.”

The towel had slipped to the floor and Vincent found himself with a naked body pressed against him. “My love…” He decided not to mention the towel, leaned his left crutch against the chair and wrapped his arm around Drew. “I’ve missed you, too.”

Without a word, Phil brought a clean pair of hospital scrubs, the long-term patients often preferred them to drafty gowns, and got Drew into the pants without making him let go of Vincent.

“I’m so sorry, Phil,” Vincent said over Drew’s shoulder. “I’m afraid I’m still not feeling quite myself.”

“No problem,” Phil said, smiling.

Drew let Vince go so he could move back and they sat on the bed together. Phil left them alone and Drew wrapped arms and legs around Vince, holding him tight. “When can I go home? No one will give me a straight answer.”

“When they discover what’s wrong, my kestrel,” Vincent said gently. “While you’re here, you have medical assistance at your beck and call, at any time of day. If I took you home and you had another serious seizure…”

He trailed off to hug Drew close. “Be patient, my love. Once they have found the cause, I’m certain we’ll have you home quickly.”

“But… I hate it here.” Drew tried to stop the words before they were out, he tried to at least temper them so he didn’t sound so whiny, but he couldn’t help it. He was miserable, lonely and afraid, and he just wanted to go home. “And I haven’t had another seizure…” he tried to reason, but he already knew it was best for him to stay. He couldn’t ask Vince and Jonathan to put up with him freaking out at any given moment. “Can you at least talk to them about taking me off the drugs? I mean, I’ll take the anti-seizure one but the rest of them… they make me feel like shit. I can’t think.”

“I will suggest it, love, but I can’t guarantee anything,” Vince answered as he stroked his hair. Helplessness warred with an unreasonable anger, not at Drew but at this thing which held him in its grip, at the doctors who could not find the cause and at himself for not being able to make Drew feel any better.

Drew heaved a sigh and fought back tears of frustration. It occurred to him then, for the first time… what it there wasn’t a solution? What if he was like this permanently? The thought was so startling…so sobering, he pulled away. Fear gripped him suddenly. He couldn’t ask Vince and Jonathan to live with him like this… “Vince, what if…w-what if…” He looked up and Josh sat where Vince had been. Drew scrabbled backwards on the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest defensively.


He heard his name as an echo, Vince’s voice overlaid with Josh’s. Icy panic roared through him. What if Josh was possessing Vince? Oh god…no, no, no… this couldn’t be happening. He needed Vince, needed to be able to trust him. He whimpered in fear and confusion. If he couldn’t trust Vince, he couldn’t trust anyone. “NO!” Drew covered his ears, and shook his head, eyes closed tight. It felt like the last light in the whole world had just died. A trickle of dark red slid from Drew nose.

Vincent heaved himself from the bed, scrabbling to get his crutches under his weight. “Phil? Phil! I need help in here!”

Running footsteps sounded in the hall and Phil careened around the corner.

“He doesn’t recognize me, he’s going out again!” Vincent gestured desperately toward the bed, barely keeping his balance.

Phil hit the alarm by the bed and half the staff came at a run. Drew was bundled onto a gurney, half conscious though still struggling. Dr. Lassiter arrived while they were strapping him down.

She took a quick look in his eyes and checked his pulse. “Call over to radiology. I want the hi-res MRI cleared now. I don’t care what else they have scheduled. We’re getting to the bottom of this.” She turned to Vincent. “Courage, my dear.”

Drew thrashed in the restraints, screaming and pleading alternately. Josh was holding him down while Suzie prepared the syringe. They grinned maniacally at him. “This is going to feel soooo good, sugar.” Josh whispered to him. “Just a little something to take the edge off, then our big, black friend here is going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel it next week.”

“No! No! Josh, please no…!”

Suzy giggled as she came at him with the needle. “Night-y night Drew, as soon as you go out we’ll have you aaaalll to ourselves, no one to get in our way.”

“NOOOoooo!” Drew howled and threw every last bit of his strength against the bonds holding him. Vince’s pale worried face swam in front of his eyes, just out of reach. “Vince! Please… don’t let them! Pleasepleaseplease…I’ll be good…don’t… don’t!”

The needle sank into him and Drew screamed again. “They’re going to get me! They’re in my head!” His body bowed as far as the restraints would allow. “They’re in here! They’re…Vince… please…” He suddenly went slack as the sedative began to work. “They’re… in… here…” He slurred the last, his voice becoming quiet and trailing off. “In here…with me.” His eyes slid closed.

Dr. Lassiter patted Vince’s arm sympathetically. “He doesn’t know what he’s saying, dear. Try not to take it to heart,” she said gently as they wheeled Drew out of the room.

Vincent couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Drew’s last anguished words had transformed flesh and bone to heavy crystal. A hard breath and he would break.

“Vincent? Vince, c’mon, hon, we better get you sitting down.” Phil was at his shoulder, had an arm around him and guided him out of the ward to the waiting room.

He reassured Phil in a soft voice that he was fine, stared at the floor and then pulled out his cell. “Spirits help me,” he whispered. “I need to be made of stone.”

When Der’s voice came on the line, he began tell him, quietly and swiftly, what had happened. “Don’t react. Don’t cry. Don’t come down here. Stay with Jonathan.” Vincent squeezed his eyes shut. “Keep him calm. He’ll know something’s not right when I don’t come home. I’ll call you when I know more.”

Chapter 280 – Never Alone (1)

Chapter 279 – A Bad Case of White Knight

Chapter 276 – Lost (3)