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The Fragile - We're In This Together [Chapter Five]

Authorâ�™s P.O.V.

Weâ�™re In This Together

Trent sat there, drumming his fingers on the table and chewed on the already tender part of his lip, staring straight ahead of him. It had been a long week; before he knew it he had already written the album. He had enough songs to do another whole record. A few people had said something about making a second disc for the album, but Trent wasnâ�™t sure if he could be bothered. Then again, if he didnâ�™t do it now he would just have to record them for another record in a year or so. He might as well.

Then there was Davey, the kid that had made a fool of him and was so willing to know why Trent did the things he did. The things Davey did not approve of. What did it matter to him? They hardly knew each other after all.

They met, they talked about music and Trent got punched in the face. Oh, such bonding involved. It was ridiculous, the kid was meddling in things that werenâ�™t anything to do with him. Why did he bother? Why the hell wouldnâ�™t this kid leave Trentâ�™s thoughts? This was ridiculous.

After what happened with Davey outside the studio, Trent couldnâ�™t stop writing. He was angry, upset and felt helpless. Emotions always controlled his writing but not the thought of someone.

Trent groaned, leaning back in his chair, rubbed his eyes and stretched his legs. He let his arms fall down to his sides, feeling the package in his pocket and shook his head. He was stressed. Beyond stressed. It was his little treat; everything to calm his nerves and make him relaxed was in that one small line of white powder.

He shrugged, snatching the package from his pocket and opened it carefully â�” it was time for his treat.

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Davey was roughly doing the same as Trent, but without the drugs and self-loathing. He was lying on the couch in the house he shared with his band mates, his legs out-stretched and his head rested on a pillow as he threw his notebook onto the floor and sighed in relief.

He had written god knows how many songs in the past week, they just poured out from him and jumped onto the white paper â�” making perfect sense.

This was great and Davey couldnâ�™t be happier, Jade helped him with a few bits but he was still bone-dry of ideas for songs. That was ok though, when Jade was ready he would add his own little zing to the songs and they would be perfect.

One thing on Daveyâ�™s mind was still bothering him â�” Trent.

He was the most unbelievable man he had ever met, such a creative man yet it was fuelled by drugs. Davey was more then disappointed, he was disgusted.

Why did so many people find the need to use drugs to deal with their life? Life is hard for everyone, in one way or another. You had to deal with it; drugs wouldnâ�™t help you or anybody else. If anything it would make it a lot worse. Killing yourself slowly and you donâ�™t realise till itâ�™s too late.

They make you feel great, sure they could do that but itâ�™s only to disguise the fact that theyâ�™re tearing your body apart and damaging you. Drugs were not the answer.

Davey had never taken them, he didnâ�™t know how they made you feel but he guessed that being healthy and feeling alive was better than a fake happiness that destroyed you.

Davey groaned, snatching the remote up off the floor and turned on the television. The news was on.

Davey relaxed and watched the television, his previous thoughts fading away but then they came rushing back again.

A small picture of Trent was in the corner of the television and Daveyâ�™s eyes widened. The headline shocked him.

Nine Inch Nail Singer Overdoses In Recording Studio.

â�œOh my god!â� Davey gasped, sitting up straight and continued to watch the news â�” listening to what he could of the report.

â�œNine Inch Nail singer, Trent Reznor was found unconscious in a recording studio a few hours ago from an overdose of cocaine. We donâ�™t know the full story and what drove him to do such a thing. He has been taken to a nearby hospital and believed to be in a stable condition. Thatâ�™s all for now.â�

The man sitting behind the desk started shuffling his papers and the news finished. Davey sat there in shock. He couldnâ�™t believe it. He didnâ�™t know what to do.

â�œAt least heâ�™s alive.â� Davey whispered, closing his eyes. His heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode at any minute.

â�œWhoâ�™s alive? What are you going on about?â� Jade asked, raising his eyebrow as he looked down at Davey who was slight shaking. â�œDavey, are you ok? Whatâ�™s wrong?â�

â�œTrent, you know Trent Reznor. I met him a few times in the past week, right?â� Davey started and Jade nodded, sitting down on the couch and put his arm around Davey.

â�œWhat about him? I thought he was a total dick to you?â� Jade asked, a bit confused at where this was going.

â�œI just watched the news, he overdosed and heâ�™s in hospital.â� Davey sighed.

â�œYouâ�™re joking?! Holy shit. Do you know why? Was it on purpose or an accident?â� Jade asked, shock swimming in his voice. He hadnâ�™t met the man but Davey had talked about him, a lot. He knew all Davey knew about him and didnâ�™t appreciate how he treated his best friend.

â�œThey didnâ�™t say why and I donâ�™t know. Should I see him? I donâ�™t know if I should. I need to see if heâ�™s ok though. I should see him.â� Davey sighed, nodding his head in response to his own thoughts. â�œIâ�™m going to call his studio and see if anyone knows what hospital heâ�™s at.â�

Davey gave Jade a quick squeeze and jumped up from the couch, striding over to the phone and punched at the numbers.

Jade just sat there, shaking his head. What was Trent doing to Davey? His friend had been in a strange mood all week. Ever since he met Trent and gone out with him heâ�™d been acting differently. He always talked about Trent, he complained sometimes and when Jade tried to agree and say something, Davey would protect Trent. It was so strange.

Jade didnâ�™t know everything, just what Davey wanted him to know. He didnâ�™t know about the kiss they had after Davey had found him unconscious and how hate wasnâ�™t the one thing he felt towards Trent. He felt as if he needed to protect him, he wanted to get to know him, help him and deep down inside he wanted to be with him. Even if he didnâ�™t admit it, he knew it was true â�” but he couldnâ�™t be with someone who was addicted to drugs. This overdose just pulled him further back into reality. Trent wouldnâ�™t change; ever.

Davey still wanted to try and help him though, even if they would never be together or anything. He just wanted to be someone Trent could come too, for now. They hardly knew each other, that was true but how do people meet? How do people form a bond? They all start at the place him and Trent were at, they just had to keep going forwards.

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After what seemed like hours of proving his identity over the phone to what Davey believed to be Trent manager, he was given the name of the hospital he was in and half an hour later he was reversing into a parking space. Davey glanced at the clock before he turned off the ignition.

7:46pm

It was pretty late, but Davey wanted to see Trent just to make sure he was ok and going to be ok. Give him support.

Who was Davey kidding, he needed to see Trent â�” he didnâ�™t know why, but it was such a strong urge to see this man. Davey had never had this before.

Davey slammed the car door shut and started to stride through the hospital doors, the smell hitting him like a brick wall â�” he resisted the urge to gag. The smell was horrible, the sterile white corridors and the crowd of people in the waiting room. He always hated waiting in hospitals, you never knew what was going on â�” if your loved ones were dead or alive.

Continuing forwards to the front desk, he quickly asked the room for which Trent was in and sighed happily as it took no more than a minute to find out and he was on his way to room fifty-six.

It seemed like the corridors were endless until he finally reached the right room, taking a deep breath he reached for the door handle and turned it slowly â�” releasing the door from its latch and peaked inside.

Trent lay unconscious on a white bed with blue sheets, various tubes were stuck in his arms and a shallow beep, beep, beep signalling his heart rate on the monitor.

Davey shook his head, entering the room quietly. He looks so fragile. Walking carefully across the room, he took a seat in the chair nearest to the bed and looked down at Trent. His hair was messed up, light stubble was growing on his face and his skin was so pale â�” it was almost as white as the walls.

He didnâ�™t know what to do now. What was he supposed to do? He didnâ�™t even know why he was here in the first place. This was awkward but it felt right somehow.

â�œWhy do you do this to yourself?â� Davey whispered, looking down at the floor and suddenly felt the prickle of tears begin. Quickly wiping his eyes he laughed quietly. â�œIâ�™m even crying over you, god youâ�™re a bastard.â�

There was a faint cough and a groan.

â�œI nearly die and you come all this way t-to insult me. Y-Youâ�™re something else, kid.â� Trent coughed, his voice was breaking and his throat was dry as hell.

Davey laughed lightly. â�œItâ�™s your own fault and you know it. Do you want something to drink or should I get a nurse?â�

â�œNo nurse, I could use some water though.â� Trent coughed again, trying his best to sit up but hissed as he felt the tubes and needles in his arms twist.

â�œDonâ�™t move itâ�™s fine.â� Davey sighed, pouring some water into a glass and walked over to Trent. â�œHere.â�

Trent opened his mouth slightly, trying his best to sit up as much as he could as Davey guided the glass to his lips. He breathed out through his nose as the cool liquid soothed his raw throat. Before he knew it all the water had gone.

â�œBetter?â� Davey asked, smiling a little.

â�œMuch. Thank you.â� Trent sighed, leaning back on the bed and blinked a few times â�” his eyes darting around the room. Well this is shit. â�œWhy are you here anyway?â�

â�œTo be honest, I donâ�™t really know myself. I heard about you on the news â�”â�œ

â�œI was on the god damn news? Fuck sake. Perfect.â� Trent groaned. â�œGo on.â�

â�œI just guess I needed to know if you were ok and wanted to see you. I canâ�™t believe you o...o...-â�œ

â�œOverdosed?â� Trent finished, watching Davey nod in response and look down. â�œWell it wasnâ�™t on my schedule either you know.â�

â�œWhy do it? You know now it can kill you, why continue?â� Davey asked a slight hint of anger showing in his voice and Trent laughed.

â�œMakes it even more fun. Donâ�™t know if youâ�™re going to die then and there or live another day.â� Trent said simply.

â�œYou already have that with life.â�

--TBC--

[2026 words]

Queer As Folk - Gus [Chapter Three]

Author's P.O.V.

Jade pushed the palm of his hand down in the middle of the steering-wheel, sounding the horn for at least ten seconds and waited for Hunter to come out from his apartment. He couldn't have asked for a better time to be disturbed by Hunter, what just happened at his house was... was...

"Unbelievable." Jade sighed, resting his forehead on the steering-wheel. He was laughing about it all the way here, now he just couldn't laugh anymore. All the energy he had suddenly drained from his body and he felt as if he could hardly keep his eyes open.

"Jade!" Hunter called, tapping his finger on the window startling Jade.

"Just get in... No! He's not coming with us!" Jade groaned, looking at the younger boy getting into the car besides him. "What are you thinking?"

"Look, just drive Jade and let me worry about him. Come on!" Hunter ordered, pushing the back of Jade's car seat and started to search through his pockets.

Jade just groaned, starting the Jeep and began to drive towards the hospital which was only about ten minutes away - Jade was thankful for that. He didn't think he could handle being in the same car as Hunter and this Smith kid for too long. It didn't even make any sense why Smith was even here, Hunter should have just kicked him out like every other guy that had stepped foot in that loft, unless they hadn't fucked. That was probably the reason why the kid was still with them.

"Stupid." Jade muttered to himself, trying his hardest to ignore the noises coming from behind him. He could see the hospital already, he put his foot down.

He wanted to get there as soon as possible.

Hunter pulled away from Smith, leaning over the front seat and looked at Jade who was concentrating on the road.

"You do realize it's going to be like dyke heaven in the hospital tonight. Do you realize how many dykes Jenny and Sarah knows? We'll be lucky to get out alive." Hunter laughed, not looking forward to being surrounded by many, many lesbians.

"Yeah, well." Jade simply muttered, turning sharply into the hospitals parking and stopped the car suddenly. Causing Hunter to smack his forehead on the back of the drivers seat.

"You utter prick." Hunter groaned, getting out of the jeep. "Well get out then, I'm hardly going to leave you alone in my car."

"Oh, ok." Smith shyly whispered, quickly getting out of the car and stood next to Hunter in silence. What was he doing here? Why didn't he just go home? He was at a hospital with a complete stranger, obviously going to see someone who has just had a baby and knew there would be many lesbians inside the building. He was beyond confused.

Before Smith knew what was happening, Hunter and Jade were at the entrance of the hospital and he ran to catch up to them. Then it hit him, the smell. Smith absolutely hated the smell of hospitals.

"Let's run." Hunter simply said, grinning and sped off in front of Smith and Jade. Jade shrugged and ran after him, a few seconds later Smith joined.

Three men, well two men and a teenager ran down the sterile halls of the hospital in search of a certain room. Laughing and smiling as they ran past nurses and doctors.

Suddenly Hunter stopped, gripping the door frame of the a room and stopped himself, looking in.

"About fucking time!" Sarah groaned, getting up from her seat and Hunter's eyes fell on Jenny, laying in the bed, surrounded by friends - no family.

"Sarah, shh. You'll wake him." Jenny sighed, cradling the small infant in her arms. The baby was wrapped up in a blue blanket, sleeping in his mother's arms. "Are you going to come over and see your son or not?"

Hunter smiled, walking over to the bed and slowly took the baby from Jenny's arm's. "Hello son."

Jade smiled, feeling the tears well up in his eyes as he watched Hunter cradle his son until he was interrupted.

"Son?" Smith whispered and Jade nodded, smiling at Sarah who waved.

"What's his name?" Hunter asked, kissing his son's forehead and carefully settled him back down into his mother's arms.

"Well, we thought we would wait for you until we decided. Sarah was thinking of Jamie." Jenny smiled and Hunter's face fell, laughing a little as Sarah glared at him.

"No way. Jamie.. no." Hunter sighed, shaking his head.

"Well do you have any better names?" Sarah hissed, raising an eyebrow.

"Well... I mean, erm." Hunter looked around the room, his eyes falling on Smith. "I bet he could think of a better name then you."

Smith's eyes widened as all the eyes in the room fell on him, he couldn't speak. "Errr. Gus?"

"Yeah, Gus! That's better then Jamie..." Hunter smiled. "Actually I quite like Gus."

"Gus," Jenny repeated, getting used to the name and turned to Sarah. "How about it?"

"You actually like Gus?" Sarah asked shocked and Jenny nodded. "I guess Gus is ok, fine. Gus it is."

"Hello Gus." Jenny cooed, looking down at the baby who was now awake and staring up at her, his fists drumming against her chest. His big brown eyes darting around the room.

"It looks like you're going to be having two children in one night." Sarah snarled, looking at Smith who was leaving the room and a few laughs errupted around the room.

"At least I can still get them." Hunter smirked.

Smith sighed in relief, leaving the room and sat outside. He just named a total strangers baby. He expected this night to be different and exciting but this was nothing compared to that, it was shocking and just overall confusing. He didn't know what to do except sit there and hope that no one would see him.

After half an hour on being quizzed, screamed at and not welcome Hunter decided it was time to leave. After saying good-bye to his son Gus he walked out of the room with Jade by his side, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I still can't believe you did that for Sarah and Jenny, you've really made them happy and you're a father." Jade smiled, patting his best friend on the back.

"Yeah, who knew I had a nice side to me. It only means more bills to pay." Hunter shrugged, looking over at Smith. "Come on, we're going."

Smith nodded, getting up from his seat and followed behind the two. Should he go home? Or keep following like a lost little puppy? He didn't know what to do.

Hunter pulled out a small plastic little bag and pulled one of the white pills from it, popping it in his mouth and Jade shook his head.

"Hey, shouldn't you be going home to your parents?" Jade hissed, looking back at Smith who glared at him.

"Fuck you." Smith hissed, still following behind the two.

"No, fuck you." Jade replied.

"Both of you shut the fuck up. I will fuck you, Jade will have nothing to do with it." Hunter laughed, putting one arm over each of the men's shoulders and continued to walk down the white hall starting to feel the buzz of the pill he just took.

---

Half an hour later, with help from Smith - Hunter had made it up to his loft, dragging the young man in with him and slid the door shut behind him.

"Now, where were we?" Hunter smiled, hooking his finger round Smith's belt and pulled him over to the bed. "Strip."

Smith quickly ripped his t-shirt off throwing it on the floor, made a quick job of his belt and pushed his jeans to the floor and kicked them over to where his t-shirt was. He was just left in his boxers, by the time he had gotten undressed Hunter was already naked, on the bed waiting for him.

"Everything." Hunter sighed, pointing at Smith's boxers. He watched as the boy slowly slid them down his legs and discarded them.

Hunter got up from the bed and grabbed the back of Smith's head, pulling him into a fierce kiss and wasted no time in shoving his tongue down the younger man's throat. Smith moaned into the kiss, loving the feel of Hunter's hands wonder down from the back of his head, down along his back and gripped his arse hard.

Hunter pulled back, pushing Smith onto the bed and walked over to his nightstand - rummaging through the drawer. He threw a condom at Smith and the bottle of lube onto the bed beside him.

"Roll over onto your stomach." Hunter demanded and watched as Smith quickly turned over.

Hunter straddled him, letting his hands wonder up his thighs, arse and back. He bent over, running his tongue slowly down Smith's back and down to his ass. He bit down hard on the soft flesh of his buttocks and spread them apart.

"Ever been rimmed?" Hunter asked huskily, nipping at his buttocks again.

"N-No." Smith answered. He was nervous, beyond nervous and - "Oh my god!"

Smith groaned in pleasure as he felt Hunter's tongue run over his arsehole, his went, soft tongue felt so good it was unbelievable. Smith felt himself get rapidly hard and closed his eyes, breathing deeply and gasped as he felt Hunter's tongue enter him. He couldn't believe how good this felt, he could only imagine what the rest of the night would be like.

Smith sighed as Hunter removed his tongue and ran his tongue up his back again, sending shivers up his body.

"Turn over." Hunter demanded, grabbing the condom and lube from besides him.

Smith just watched as Hunter ripped the foil packet open with his teeth, spitting the foil out from his mouth and started to roll the condom down his erect cock.

Smith could still feel the slight tingling sensation run through his body from what Hunter just did, it felt fantastic.

Hunter put the lube down, coating his fingers and pulled Smith's legs apart, grinning down at the boy. He slid one finger into Smith, feeling him clench round it.

"Relax." Hunter sighed, moving the finger around inside Smith who gasped loudly. Then roughly added a second.

Smith's eyes were screwed shut, it felt so odd and it hurt quite a lot. He thought this was meant to be pleasurable not painful. Maybe it was meant to be like this? Well, he was going to find out.

"Ah!" Smith cried out as Hunter added yet another finger.

"Just relax. It's going to hurt for a little while." Hunter grinned, twisting his fingers around inside Smith's tight ass. He was going to enjoy this.

After removing his fingers, he made a quick job of coating his erection with lube. "Put your legs up on my shoulders."

Smith raised an eyebrow, but did as he was instructed and squealed as Hunter dragged him closer till his erection was pressed against Smith's entrance. He could already feel the heat coming from Smith's entrance, he just wanted to fuck this boy till he could no longer stand but something was stopping him - Smith looked to nervous.

Hunter leaned over Smith, running his hands down his legs and kissed him roughly as he slowly pushed in. He could feel the rings of muscle as his erection went past them and finally he was completely inside Smith.

It hurts so much. Smith kept repeating inside his head, he couldn't believe how painful this was. He just wanted to scramble out from beneath Hunter and run. But he had to do this.

After a few minutes, Smith finally opened his eyes and found Hunter staring down at him.

"Ready?" Hunter simply asked.

"Y-Yeah. Please, go slow." Smith pleaded, closing his eyes again.

"Open your eyes, I want you to remember this for the rest of your life." Hunter whispered, smiling as he started to move. His cock sliding in and out of Smith, he was so tight - he hadn't had someone this tight in a while. It felt fantastic.

Smith opened his eyes, groaning as the pain started to fade away slowly and the pleasure suddenly grew. This was how it was meant to feel.

--TBC--

[2060 words]

Sorry about the delay, I'm addicted to 'Bleach' an anime show at the moment so I've been watching that like mad.

Love Me or Hate Me - Chapter Thirteen

Author's P.O.V.

The weekend had gone quicker then Jade and Davey expected and hoped for. Monday crept up on them, meaning school - meaning Tim would be there. The two had talked about what could happen and what was probably going to happen. Both boys knew Tim wasn't too impressed by what had happened and he would probably be the cause of everything that was yet to come. Well, the not so positive things.

Davey groaned as he swung his legs out from under the covers and slowly removed himself from the safety of his own bed. After a session of scratching, yawning and stretching he sluggishly walked to the bathroom in his boxers. After brushing his teeth, washing his face and having a long peeing session - he was ready to start getting himself clothed.

After finding some clean clothes on his floor he proceeded to the mirror, adding a touch of eyeliner and gelled his devil lock in place. Davey looked over to the clock, he was on time for once. He grabbed his school bag and swung it up into his shoulder then left his room.

"Get something to eat." His mother called before he could exit the house, he sighed. Walking into the kitchen, he snatched an apple from the fruit bowl and left the house to meet Adam. He and Adam had spoken the night before, relieved that he still wanted to meet him and assured him that he was perfectly fine with him and Jade.

Davey squinted, seeing a tall figure propped up against one of the street lights - which only could have been Adam. Jade was also meeting them further down the road, it was actually Adam's idea - which suprised Davey.

He didn't know what was going to happen when Mark and Geoff joined them, Davey wasn't even sure if they knew. He just hoped that too much wouldn't happen because of the obvious change to the group.

"Hey Adam." Davey smiled, reaching his friend who pushed himself off the street post and walked next to Davey.

"Hey, where's Mark and Geoff?" Adam asked, looking behind him then at Davey.

"I don't know, haven't seen them since school." Davey replied, doing his jacket up and rubbed his hands together. "Why is it so damn cold in the morning?"

"Who knows. Oh, there's Jade... and Hunter." Adam nodded towards the two standing outside Jade's house, talking and laughing until they spotted Adam and Davey.

"Oh, yeah." Davey smiled at Adam, who just rolled his eyes.

"Y'know, having a gay best friend could be good. At least with you I'll never look bad for a date." Adam snorted, cracking the first joke of many that was yet to come and looked over at Davey who was also laughing.

Davey was relieved, this is what he had been waiting for and was thankful to Adam for his support - even if there were more jokes to come.

"Because I have a fabulous taste, in clothes, make-up and men." Davey spoke in the best queer voice he could put on, making Adam laugh even more as they reached Hunter and Jade. Davey could see Hunter was a bit, weird about walking with them but then again, he didn't have to so it was obviously his decision.

Davey looked over at Adam, who was turned away with his shoulders shaking from laughter. Davey didn't want to know what else he was thinking.

"What's up with him?" Hunter asked quitely, pointing to Adam who snorted loudly and turned back to face the others with a bright red face.

"The start of many gay jokes, that's what." Davey smiled as Hunter chuckled lightly, nodding.

"Hunter's already had a field day with me, these two will be a right pair." Jade smiled, looking over at Davey.

Adam coughed, looking over at Hunter. "Want to walk? We'll leave these two to it."

Hunter nodded, smiling shyly as he started to walk ahead with Adam. It was strange for both of them, one day they hate each others guts and the next they're walking down the road together. It was a big change, but a positive one.

Davey smiled, walking over to Jade and placed a quick kiss on his lips which Jade accepted happily. The two started to walk behind Adam and Hunter. Jade held out his hand, watching Davey as he smiled and gladly accepted it.

"This is going pretty good so far." Jade laughed, giving Davey's hand a quick squeeze who nodded in return.

"Those two look like they're enjoying each others company." Davey smiled, looking at Hunter and Adam, hearing their laughter from a few feet away.

"Yeah, it's all good so far." Jade agreed, looking across the road just in time to notice Mark coming charging at him. He quickly jumped out of the way.

"What the fuck are you going with him?" Mark hissed, looking at Jade then his eyes fell onto their entwined fingers. "You're..."

"A fucking queer!" Geoff laughed. "That's disgusting."

"Davey, I should have known. You disgusting faggot." Mark spat, shoving Davey aside and swung at Jade, who managed to dodge his fist.

"Fuck you!" Jade hissed, pushing Mark back.

"What the hell is going on?!" Adam said, running over to the four along with Hunter who immediately placed himself at Jade's side.

"Their fags, Adam! Disgusting, dirty -" Before Mark could even finish his sentence, Adam's fist rammed into the side of his face and sent him crashing to the ground. Adam looked up at Geoff, who started to walk away.

"Don't ever talk about him like that, he's your friend!"

"I'm not friends with fags." Mark screamed, getting up from the ground and spat down at the ground in front of Davey's feet. "Fuck you, fuck the band. I don't want to be anywhere near queers like you."

Adam, Hunter, Davey and Jade watched as Mark and Geoff walked away from the group. Davey was shocked, he couldn't believe what just happened.

He'd lost two friends and two band members all in one morning. Because he was a fag.

"Davey, don't listen to them. We're better off without them. Fuckers." Adam sighed, looking down at Davey who just nodded and carried on walking.

Hunter looked over at Jade, who just shook his head and followed Adam and Davey. The day had already been ruined and they hadn't even reached school yet.

--TBC--

The Fragile - The Wretched [Chapter Four]

Author's P.O.V.

The Wretched

Davey rushed around the apartment, cleaning up whilst Trent was in the bedroom getting dressed before he had to go out. Davey grunted as he found a beer bottle lodged under the sofa, he bent down trying to pry it from the sofa.

"Uh!" Davey grunted, falling back as the bottle popped out from under the sofa and in the grip of his hand. He slowly got himself up, walking over to the trash and discarded it. He stood, looking around and sighed happily. Much better.

Davey continued in the kitchen, putting dishes away after figuring out where everything went. He slowly opened a draw, peeking in to see if it was where the cutlery went - no luck, something did catch his eye though. He slowly opened the draw a bit more, looking a little shocked as he found a bag of what could only be... cocaine. Maybe even heroin. He heard Trent coming into the room and slammed the draw shut, resuming what he was doing. A million thoughts were running through his mind.

"Ready to go?" Trent asked as he looked around his apartment and laughed. "Why did you clean up?"

"I can't help myself." Davey weakly smiled, his eyes resting back onto the draw then looked back at Trent who was still smiling.

"Are you sure you don't mind giving me a ride to the studio? I can easily walk." Trent asked, walking to the door to retrieve his jacket and slowly put it in.

"No, of course I don't. Are you sure you should be going though? You hit your head pretty hard, maybe you should go to the hospital?"

"No!" Trent snapped, shaking his head and calmed himself down. "No, I don't like hospitals and I feel fine."

"Umm, ok." Davey replied, walking past Trent and got his things and opened the door.

"I'll see you down there. I need to grab something." Trent weakly smiled, watching as Davey closed the door behind him and quickly walked over to the same kitchen draw that Davey had found and grabbed one of the bags and carefully put it in his pocket.

Davey sat in the car, he knew what Trent had forgotten and it wasn't anything important. Well maybe to Trent it was but Davey was disgusted. He never got why people took drugs, it didn't exactly help you in any way and destroyed your body.

Davey jumped as Trent got into the car, turning the key in the ignition. "Ready?"

"Yeah, let's go." Trent replied, pulling the seatbelt over his chest and clicked it into the holder. What's the point in wearing a seatbelt when you're destroying yourself anyway. Davey thought and started to drive along the busy road. His fingers tapped the steering wheel as he thought about Trent.

Trent looked over at Davey, they were only about ten minutes from the studio and he knew Davey was thinking about something. "What's wrong?"

Davey sighed, stopping the car as they reached a red light and turned to Trent. "Why do you insist on destroying yourself?"

Trent was a bit taken back on that question, it wasn't exactly the thing he was expecting and he was utterly confused. "Excuse me?"

"Drugs!" Davey hissed. "Why do you take drugs?"

Trent sighed deeply, looking out of the car. "Green light."

"Will you answer me?" Davey almost pleaded, accelerating and took a left. Getting a quick glance of Trent before he resumed his concentration on the road.

"What does it matter to you?" Trent asked, grunting and folded his arms over his chest. Tapping his foot on the floor of the car, he sighed in relief as he saw the studio up ahead.

"Obviously it doesn't according to you. I just wanted to know. If you don't want to tell me, fine but don't be such a cunt about it. Destroy your life, see if I give a damn." Davey hissed, his cheeks were a tinge of red and his eyes could have pierced through Trent. The car halted to a stop outside of the studio Trent was working at.

Without a word Trent got out and marched over to the building. Davey growled and looked down at where Trent was sitting and quickly put his window down. "Hey!"

Trent turned around, contemplating whether to go back or not. He slowly walked towards Davey, he was a few feet away from the car. "What?"

"Don't forget this!" Davey screamed, grabbing the bag from the passenger seat and threw it directly at Trent's face. Smacking the unexpected man in the face and fell to the floor, in front of Trents feet who quickly snatched it from the ground and shoved it into his pocket, looking around to see if anyone saw. To his luck, no one did. "Now you know what it feels like!"

Trent looked back at Davey, receiving the finger as he drove of and left Trent standing there speechless. "What a little bastard!"

Trent growled, walking into the building. He couldn't believe what that kid just fucking did to him and he found it even more unbelievable how it made him even more attracted to the young man. He was something else, entirely.

As Trent waited in the elevator, nearly reaching his floor. Davey's last words repeated themselves in his head, Now you know what it feels like.

By the time Trent walked into the studio, he ignored everyone's 'hello's' and people bitching to him and rushed around to try and find a blank piece of paper and pen. Once he'd found what he wanted, before he knew it he had already written part of a song.

It didn't turn out the way you wanted it to.
It didn't turn out the way you wanted it to, did it?
It didn't turn out the way you wanted it to.
It didn't turn out the way you wanted it to, did it?

Now you know this is what it feels like.
Now you know this is what it feels like.

Ignoring the calls from people in the room, he sat back in the chair and tapped his pen on the piece of paper. It had only been three or four days since he's been writing, two songs were already complete and the fourth one was on the way. He had never written so fast and the quality was amazing considering the amount of time.

It would seem that this Havok kid was in fact, his muse.

Trent scoffed at his own thoughts. No fucking way a kid would be my muse. The more that Trent thought about it, the more it sort of made sense. This kid that was being a pain in the fucking ass was actually giving him the ideas to write - and he'd just drove him away, all because of...

Trent glanced down at his pocket, knowing exactly what was inside of it.

He wasn't giving up shit for Davey, he liked the drugs. It's not like he's a crazy addict, he knew his limits and he wasn't going to obey some little punk.

Fuck that.You can try to stop it, but it keeps on coming.Trent thought, a rush of sadness ran through his body. He knew he couldn't control his addiction but he would never admit and tried to even convince himself. It had worked for the last two years and it would continue to work.

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Davey was so angry he couldn't speak, no one had ever made him this angry in this life. He couldn't even explain why he had so much anger towards the man, it's not like he mattered. Sure, he liked him. But that was it. It didn't go any further and it definitely wouldn't now. He just couldn't get used to the fact of such a talented man being an abuser of drugs.

At least now he knew why his lyrics were sometimes so dark, crazy, sadistic and just completely strange. Davey just wanted to write, let his feels pour out on a piece of paper and let it flow though his finger tips and disappear like he always did. He felt if he was drowning in anger and this day would never end. The last few minutes had seemed like an eternity themselves.

Davey knew it was hard to find someone who wasn't a total bastard in this world, that hid their deception until he found out about it. He sighed as he reached the house he shared with the other band members, they weren't exactly rich yet and it helped that they all lived in the same place to work on the new album and E.P. He didn't see anyone elses car in the driveway, sighing in relief even though he would've liked a friendly hug from anyone.

Turning the key in the ignition, the engine stopped and Davey climbed out of the car, shutting the door carefully behind him. He walked quickly up to the front door, shoving the key into the lock and let himself in. He quickly slammed the door, kicked off his shoes and ran up to his room. He had the most amazing lyrics in his head and he couldn't wait to quickly write them down before they vanished from his memory.

"Davey! Don't slam the fucking door!" Hunter screamed from downstairs. Someone was obviously in.

"Hunter shut up! I'm writing!" Davey screamed back and Hunter kept his mouth closed, the band knew Davey was having trouble with song lyrics so this was something exciting. Jade hadn't exactly been a huge help either, he was fresh out of ideas for now.

Davey chewed on his lip as he wrote down everything in his head, trying to make sense of it all and turn it into the next best thing - a good song. Anger always helped the singer, he may not of liked it but it paid off in the end.

--TBC--

Queer as Folk - The Infamous Loft [Chapter Two]

Author's P.O.V.

Jade huffed, drumming his fingers on the streering wheel as he looked out the window and watched Hunter practically drag the younger man with him. A typical Friday night. Jade put the key in the car's ignition, turning it slowly and pushed down on the pedal. Waiting for a very slow Hunter to arrive at the car. Jade looked out to the right, noticing that someone was staring at him. Jade didn't know whether to be frightened or flattered. He wasn't exactly... his type.

A shaved head, a very, very muscular body from the looks of it and he was a lot taller then himself. He couldn't get a good look, it was too dark and Jade didn't exactly want to get out of the car and walk over to him. He could be completely wrong, he may not be actually looking at him.

Jade jumped as the car door slammed shut and snapped his head, finding himself looking at an empty seat. He turned around and found that Hunter was in the back seat, swapping spit with his fuck for the night. Jade didn't even attempt to talk to him and started to drive.

Hunter felt the car begin to move, Smith and himself rocking in the back seat as it turned corners. The blonde began to run his hand up the inside of the younger man's thigh, feeling him shiver and smirked. Hunter bit down on his lip, pushing the palm of his hand against Smith's obvious errection and smiled as a loud moan escaped from his mouth.

"Can you two just wait to fuck, I don't really want to watch you go at it in the jeep. We're nearly at your god damn loft." Jade growled, accelerating the car and went as fast as he could - just so he didn't have to put up with the show in the back seat.

"Chill out Jade, what crawled up your ass and died?" Hunter laughed, looking at Smith and licked his lips hungrily. "I'm going to fuck you so hard."

Hunter sighed, nipping at Smith's neck who's breath hitched, letting his head roll back onto to the seat as Hunter devoured his neck. His tongue sliding across the smooth, cool flesh and nipping at the already tender skin. If this felt amazing, he could hardly wait till he got back to Hunter's.

The black jeep came to a sudden halt, shocking both Hunter and Smith. Jade snapped around in his seat, glaring at the two in the back seat. "Get out, come on. Go and fuck your new friend. I need sleep."

"Alright, Jesus Christ. Cheer the fuck up, that guy followed you. You may just be in for a fuck yourself Jadey." Hunter laughed, jumping out of the jeep followed by Smith. "See you tomorrow morning you grumpy bastard."

Jade looked out of the window, spotting a black Renault across the road from him and concentrated on the driver - Hunter was right, it was the same shaven headed man that was eyeing him up earlier. How the fuck did he notice him? Jade thought, utterly confused at how Hunter could have noticed whilst sucking face in the back seat. He was unbelievable.

Jade started the car again, driving away. If the stranger followed, he could be in for a good night himself.

Meanwhile Hunter pulled out keys from his jeans pocket, shuffling them around and found the correct key, shoving it into the lock and turned it quickly, removing the key and dragged the door across. Smith watched as the heavy, metal door slid to the side revealing the infamous loft.

It was amazing.

It was... expensive.

Everything looked designer, so tidy and spacious. Smith stepped in first, stopping in the middle of the room and took it all in. A huge wide screen TV hid way in the corner, white seats in front with a white rug to match. Across from that was a table covered in paperwork and a silver laptop.

Right in front of him made him gasp, the bed was enormous. It could fit at least 5 people in it, well - five people had probably been in it at one time. Then right to his left, the kitchen. Everything was so clean and new. It looked as if it was hardly used.

Smith snapped from his thoughts and gawking as he heard what was obviously the refrigerator door slam shut and Hunter walked over to the counter, putting the bottle of water down and stared at Smith for a few seconds before pealing his black shirt from his body and threw it down on the floor. Hunter kicked off his shoes into any direction he could manage.

All Smith could do was stare and stare even more. His body was amazing, toned with a few tattoo's. It looked so smooth and...

Hunter smiled, reaching for the bottle of water and twisted the cap. He threw the cap onto the counter, pouring a generous amount into this mouth and swallowed, smirking at Smith who was staring at him with his chin nearly hitting the floor. Hunter continued, raising the bottle of water and began to pour the cold liquid over his body.

Smith could swear this was set to slow motion.

Hunter's eyes slowly closed, letting the cold water run over his face, down onto his chest and let the streams of water slide down his jeans and onto the floor, pooling around his bare feet. His chest glistened, his blonde spiked hair was now flat and plastered onto his forehead. Hunter opened his eyes, smiling at his audience and threw the now empty plastic bottle down onto the floor and slowly walked towards Smith.

"I...I..." Smith stuttered as he watched Hunter get even closer to him, the older mans arm curled around his waist and pulled him forwards violently, shocking Smith who slightly stumbled into Hunter.

"Did you like that?" Hunter whispered, tilting his head as he looked at Smith. Nervous. Not normally my type. Hunter thought, smiling slightly as he waited for the boy to reply.

"Y-Yes." Smith once again stuttered, he would smack himself if he didn't think he would make a complete twat out of himself.

Hunter smirked, leaning forwards and crashed his lips into Smith. Not waiting for Smith to even open his mouth, he forced his tongue in and gripped the back of the boys head, pulling him closer.

Smith stood completely still as he felt Hunter's errection dig into his leg, but kissed back and closed his eyes. Letting himself enjoy it instead of being constantly worried. Before he could fully enjoy it, Hunter pulled away.

"Did you like that?" Hunter smiled, walking away, not even giving Smith time to reply and didn't look back.

"Yes." Smith whispered to himself, watching the man make his way to the... bedroom.

"Are you just going to stand there or join me?" Hunter snapped, unzipping his jeans and pushed them down his legs till they reached his feet then kicked them off. He was left in a pair of white boxers, which didn't last long as he didn't take any time to take them off either.

Smith swallowed down the lump in his throat, walking up the few stairs, trying not to stare at Hunter's reasonably large... cock, and passed the clouded screens until he was in front of Hunter. Smith quickly snapped into action, he pulled his t-shirt up over his head and revealed his very pale chest.

"Would you like help with the rest?" Hunter laughed, hooking his fingers around the boys jeans and once again pulled him forwards. Hunter began to lick, suck and bite Smiths neck and collar bone as he worked on undoing his jeans. With one final bite, Hunter pushed the boys jeans down and watched as he kicked them off like Hunter had done.

Hunter grabbed Smith by his shoulders, turning him around and pushed him back so the backs of his legs hit the bed and with one final push, he was laying on the bed. Out for display and presented nicely for Hunter.

Before Smith could say or do one thing, Hunter yanked his black boxers off in one clean swoop - he felt vulnerable.

He felt embarrassed.

He felt... naked.

That's because I am fucking naked! Smith mentally screamed. Compared to Hunter, he didn't exactly feel comfortable. Smith closed his eyes, not wanting to even look at Hunter as his cheeks flushed a bright red. When Smith opened his eyes, all he saw was a blur of blonde hair dive down...

"Oh my god!" Smith said in shock, his nails dug into the cover of the bed as he felt Hunter's mouth and tongue around his throbbing errection. If he knew blow jobs were this good, he would have gotten one sooner. Smith let his head fall back, heavy pants escaping his mouth and loud groans.

Until he was interrupted by the shrill sound of Hunter's cell phone begin to ring and groaned as Hunter let his still errect cock slip from his mouth and grabbed his jeans.

Smith huffed, covering his eyes with his hand as he heard Hunter rummage through his pockets then the sound dissappeared as he answered it. Hunter returned to Smith, straddling him, curling his fingers around his cock and started to slowly move his hand up and down. "Don't come."

"Thank fuck." Smith whispered to himself, removing his arm and looked up at Hunter.

"It's time? Time for what? That you turn straight?" Hunter huffed down the phone, then his face fell. "Time, as in time, time."

Smith's stomach tightened. Shit, I'm going to come. He thought, looking up at Hunter and closed his eyes. Trying to stop himself, but he knew that wouldn't work.

"Don't." Hunter warned.

"I... I..." Smith groaned, coming in Hunter's hand who didn't look too impressed. "I thought I told you not too."

"No, not you! This kid just came in my god damn hand and got in on my new damn sheets." Hunter shouted down the phone. "Look, I'll be there. It's time, so I have too. Just tell her I'll be there in a bit."

Smith was utterly confused and so relieved. His body still tingled from his orgasm.

"Oh, it's already been the time. Yes, ok. I'll be there. See you in a bit." Hunter quickly said, then hung up. "Get your clothes on."

Smith didn't say anything, just did what he said. He didn't know what to think of all this, it's not quite what he had imagined.

"Come on, answer the fucking phone." Hunter yelled down the phone and tried to get dressed.

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Jade stopped the Jeep with a halt, turning the key and shutting the car off. He looked in his mirror, watching as the black Renault parked up behind him. He's a fucking stalker or that desperate for a fuck.

Jade got out of the car and walked towards the house he and Davey shared but suddenly stopped as he heard someone whistle behind him. He turned around and watched as the shaved headed giant approached him.

"Want to fuck?" The stranger grunted, looking Jade up and down. Talk about being blunt.

"Err, I actually have to be up early in the morning..."

"Look, it'll only be something quick and I'll leave as soon as it's over."

"Sorry, but what's your name?" Jade asked, a bit shocked. If only this happened more often, with better looking people.

"Jake, so is that a yes or no?" Jake asked, looking a bit impatient.

"I guess it's a yes." Jade smiled, he hadn't had sex in over four months. He needed this, even if it was some bald headed thug with ... a great ass!

Jade looked back down at Jake's ass before turning away and walked up to his door, quickly unlocking the door and stumbled in. Everything was nearly covered in pink, he's grown out of getting embarassed of it. It's what happens when you live with a diva. He heard Jake shut the door and went to the fridge.

"Do you want a drink?" Jade asked and Jake shook his head. He jumped as he felt his cell vibrate in his pocket, he quickly dragged it out and answered. "Hello?"

Jade turned back to Jake, watching him begun to take his top off.

"Hunter, what's up?"

"It's Jenny, she's having the baby! Get your arse over here now, we need the jeep."

"Oh my god." Jade breathed out, looking at Jake who was how topless but... it wasn't what it seemed. "Wha.. What are they?"

"Oh fake chest, makes you look like you have a better build then you do. I can show you the ass ones too if you want." Jake smiled and Jade was... he was just in shock. He wanted to laugh so much but he couldn't.

"Oh, you have someone there. Don't worry. We'll get a damn cab, you need to get laid."

"No, I really don't. I'll be there soon." Jade sighed, hanging up and turned to Jake who looked like he was having trouble with the... fake arse.

"I'm really sorry, but I have to go. My friends Mom just got taken into hospital and I really need to be there." Jade lied through his teeth, but he couldn't take it anymore. "And, what the fuck? Seriously."

Jade pointed to all the fake muscles and bulges he had been hiding under his clothes.

Jake went bright red, looking down to the floor and Jade laughed. "I have to go. That means you too Miss Plastic."

--TBC--

By the way, Smith is NOT Jade's brother in this. Just to clear that up haha.

Queer as Folk - The Thumpa Thumpa Begins. [Chapter One]

So, if any of you have watched 'Queer as Folk' you'll know it's an amazing show. I love it. So I thought I'd base a story on it. If you know the characters, then this is who is who.
Davey - Emmett
Jade - Michael
Hunter - Brian
Adam - Ted
Smith - Justin
I know, it would normally be Davey as Brian, but you know it's good to have something different and I think this suits it. So if you know the series, you may know what to expect. But some of the evens will be based of the series and some will not.

Author's P.O.V.

The streets were lit up, any color you could think of - it was there, glowing bright and proud, just like most of the men and women that swarmed the street. They were proud of who they were, what they did and who they fucked. Nothing mattered to them, they were in their own territory and couldn't be stopped. This was gay heaven, but then again could you imagine real heaven without gays? I think not, they make the world, almost like they complete it and it may be seen as wrong, but as long as you're proud to be what you are - nothing's wrong about who you love or fuck.

As you can guess already, it's all about sex. Sex, sex and guess what? More sex. It's never ending. It's everywhere. It's you.

Gay or straight, sex is everywhere. You can either choose to ignore it or enjoy it. You have to see, that as the years go on it's been more about sex. Everyone wants it. Everyone gives it just like a free condom at the nearest clinic.

Babylon.

The place to be, if you wanted something - it was there. If you wanted somemoe - he was there and the occasional she on Dyke Night. The loud music flowing through the street and alleyway, where the club entrance was. The doors were secured by one guard, the sides of the door glowing with Babylon signs, nearly one-hundred men lined up against the wall to get into this club, but I think they were all more interested in the back room then dancing.

The guard put his muscular arm in front of the group of four, stopping them from entering the club before his deep voice echoed, "memberships or pay up front?"

"You know you would think that after nearly ten years of coming here you would recognize us." Jade huffed, his breath clear in the cold weather as he searched his pockets for his membership card.

"Jade, as long as we get into the club and I get a fuck. There's nothing to complain about." Hunter smirked, patting Jade on the back and pulled out his card showing it to the guard who nodded. "See you in their boys."

"Asshole." Adam hissed, rummaging through his jeans pockets until he pulled out the little plastic card, followed by Jade doing the same. The guard nodded for them to go throw, Jade and Adam stopped, looking down at Davey and shook their heads.

"These jeans are more tight then your arse! Stop whining, I almost have it!" Davey whined, scrunching up his face as he squeezed his hands into the tight pockets of his, extra... extra tight jeans. With a huge grunt, the card was free and Davey smiled, flashing it to the guard and swayed his hips as he walked into the entrance of Babylon.

You guessed it, the foursome were indeed, gay.

Hunter, he was more or less the leader of the pack, so to say. Everything was about sex with him, nobody could actually number the exact amount of men he had slept with. It was just impossible to find out. He was the whore of Babylon. Fucked anyone, as long as they were good looking and has a reasonable sized... well you know. One of the people he actually cared about was Jade, he would never admit it but he cared a hell of a lot. They had been best friends for over twenty years and nothing was more important in Hunter's life then Jade, they were never involved with each other romantically - just friends.

He's rather tall, his platinum blonde hair spiked up with endless amounts of gel. His body toned to perfection, not too much muscle but just enough. The slight bulge of the arms, his flat toned stomach and delicious legs was one of the reasons what made him... him. He was wanted by everyone and everyone had nearly had him. His blue eyes were so piercing they could send shivers down your entire body when they looked at you.

Jade, he feels the same towards Hunter - even though he doesn't like the life-style he leads, he has learnt to deal with it and has grown up with it for over twenty years. He's more sensible, in a way. Sure, he wants to get laid, who doesn't? But sometimes he hopes for more, a real relationship but always seems to look up to Hunter's approval rather then his own.

His hair was one of the main attractions, half blonde, half brown with a fringe just above his eye. Black tight jeans were the main accessories, they hugged his slim lets nicely. His arms were just as slim, he wasn't a very muscular person but his body was perfection without muscle. He had brown eyes you could just drown in, they were such a smooth color, so relaxing and mesmerizing.

Adam, he's the smart one. His job as an accountant more likely explains it all. He's a 'geek' in other words, he works with numbers all day long then counts the number of rejections he gets by night. It's never ending for our Adam. Sure, he's a good looking guy but he just doesn't have... it I'm not sure what it exactly is, but he doesn't have it. It's a shame really, he's the shy and not a very confident person. There's always one.

Brown, messy hair hangs over his head, his muscular body hides behind clothes that aren't exactly tight enough to show it off. He's very tall, the tallest out of the foursome. He shys behind the crowds of people and mostly sits at the bar, drinking his sorrows away with the company of at least one of his friends. If not, he's on his own without the confidence to talk to new people.

Now, we get to Davey. He's more then the life of the foursome, he makes them. In every gay group, you have to have the really gay one, the one that flaunts it and isn't ashamed. The flame burns bright with this one. With the voice and all. That's Davey. He flaunts it and why shouldn't he? He is something. Arms, legs... everything is covered with tattoo's. Try and find a clear spot on Davey Havok and you'll win a free blow job!

His long black hair flows down his back and shoulders, the waves glistening with the contact of light. His lip has a passenger, a sliver lip ring that sits on his lip comfortably. His make up as immaculate as ever. He works for perfection, he loves the nice clothes and make-up. He hates it, but he's often mistaken for a woman. Yes, he's that pretty. His dark brown eyes can easily get you lost, you could stare at them for hours and not get bored. He is a truly magnificent man. Something different, unique and he loves it.

They had been friends for years, always going to Babylon together, breakfast together - they were best friends. Although Hunter was left to do his own thing and they were used to it. Any guy they saw, maybe even had a chance with. Hunter had either already had them, or fucked them that night. They had a slim chance with Hunter around, but they were used to it.

Davey ran his fingers through his hair as he made his way through the dance floor, along with Adam and Jade. Davey raised his arms, swaying in the air as he walked towards the bar. A blinding smile on his face as he swayed his hips to the music which Jade referred to as the thumpa thumpa of Babylon. The music going through you. The thumpa thumpa was always there and always would be most probably.

The night was the same, Hunter found somebody, had a good time in the backroom and joined the others around one o'clock. Typical Friday night, but tomorrow night was Woody's. It would always end the same way though.

Jade, Adam and Davey were lined up at the bar, sipping their drinks. Davey eyeing all the attractive men, giving them a wink but none were interested.

"Do I look ugly or something tonight? No one is actually... coming onto me." Davey yelled over the music in the direction of Adam and Jade, who just rolled their eyes.

"We get it all the time. You're not ugly, just shut up and drink your... what the fuck is that? It looks like nuclear waste!" Adam laughed, looking at the bright red drink. It almost looked as if it was glowing... no it actually was glowing.

"I don't know what it is. It's yummy though, oh, like him!" Davey yelled, jumping up and down pointing to one of them men in the ocean of topless men. He was wearing a black tank top, blonde hair - delicious body and with that, Davey's glass was empty on the side and he was off to get his man.

"Jade, let's go. Work tomorrow!" Hunter said, hovering his lips next to Jade's ear.

"Okay, just 'cause you got what you came for." Jade smirked, looking over at Adam who nodded in response. He was also leaving.

"Oh I came, again and again." Hunter smirked, reaching down for Jades hand and pulled him through the endless amounts of hot, sweaty men dancing. It was gay paradise.

"Good to know." Jade shouted, eyeing all the men as he passed through them. They were delicious.

The cold air hit Jade and Hunter, Jade began to shiver and Hunter looked as if he enjoyed the ice cold air running over his body. He looked over to Jade.

"Can you drive?" Hunter asked, obviously not in the right state to drive. Jade didn't even want to know what he had been taking in the back room.

"Well considering I'm borrowing the car tonight, remember? Yes, I can drive." Jade sighed, walking towards the main street and in the direction to the car. Hunter followed behind him, stepping onto the main street and looked around, suddenly he stilled. Looking in one direction.

Jade got annoyed sometimes, he more or less always borrowed the car after Babylon. He always waited for Hunter, after his fuck to take him home. He didn't know why he did it, he just felt he... had to.

As Jade reached the car, he pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. Noticing Hunter wasn't about, he leaned up on his toes, looking over his car watching as Hunter seductively crossed the street to a random kid that was across the street. Jade grunted, jumping into the car and slammed the door violently, folding his arms waiting for Hunter and his new friend.

Hunter smiled, watching as the obviously young man looked down to the floor as he noticed that he was walking over to him. His young features were rather attractive, dark brown hair, gelled up into a mohawk and tattoo's showed themselves on his bare arms.

"What's your name handsome?" Hunter smirked, running his hand down the boys chest and stopped at the zip of his jeans.

"S-Smith." The boy stuttered, watched Hunter as he looked down at his body and licked his lips.

"I'm Hunter. Would you like to come home with me Smith." Hunter grinned, hooking his fingers round the top of Smith's jeans and tugged on them. "You know you want too."

"Ok." Smith replied simply, letting himself be dragged away by Hunter to god knows where. He thought to himself, am I really ready for this?

Smith was new, he was fresh meat. Hunter was too drugged up to care.

--TBC--

Love Me or Hate Me - Chapter Twelve

Author's P.O.V.

Davey could feel his hand begin to shake, if Adam knew everyone much know. Davey's grip tightened around his cell and he sighed.

"So, what do you want Adam? You obviously know, so what now?" Davey asked, clearing his throat.

"I want to see you and hear the truth, Davey. I'm coming round to Jade's, I know where he lives and I'm about five minutes away." Adam said before hanging up on Davey, who cursed loudly. Davey rubbed his eyes and started to chew on his lip, forgetting Jade was even in the room with him.

"Davey? What's going on?" Jade asked, wrapping his arms around Davey's waist and lightly kissed his neck. Davey melted in Jade's arms, already feeling a little more relaxed but he was still worried.

"Adam knows. He's coming round to talk or scream or.. ugh I don't know. He didn't sound happy and it was all down to Tim. He must have seen them on the way home or something and opened his big mouth." Davey growled, placing his hand onto Jade's and gave it a light squeeze.

"Hey, it'll be ok. I'm sure Adam will understand. He's one of your best friends after all." Jade sighed, trying to comfort Davey.

"I guess." Davey smiled weakly, turning to Jade and gave him a light kiss on his soft lips."How's your stomach?"

"Yeah it's ok, a little sore." Jade smiled, watching as Davey turned around, lifting his shirt and traced his fingers round the bright red mark. Jade sighed happily, Davey's cool hands making the soon to be bruise feel a little better.

Davey jumped as Jade's bedroom door swung open, he snatched his hands away from Jade's stomach and watched as a unhappy Adam walked in. He stared at both boys on the bed, not in disgust but in confusion. Which surprised Davey.

"Ok, I don't exactly know what to say and I'm not going to be a total utter cunt about this. First of all, Davey. Why didn't you tell me?" Adam asked, pacing the room in front of Jade and Davey.

"I didn't think you'd understand, I didn't think you'd want anything to do with me because well, I'm gay and... Jade." Davey answered truthfully and watched as Adam nodded.

"You're one of my best friends, I wouldn't do that to you but that's fine and I do understand. Second of all, Jade of all people? No offence Jade." Adam nodded towards Jade who just raised his hand in response.

"I don't know, you can't help who you l-..."Davey coughed and started again. "You can't help who you're attracted too."

Davey could feel Jade's stare on him but didn't look, he was embarrassed enough at what he just nearly admitted.

"Okay, that's all I needed to know. I'm going to go, I just needed to get things cleared up and shit." Adam replied, giving Davey a small smile and Jade a firm nod.

"Thanks Adam." Davey sighed and watched as Adam left Jade's bedroom. He sighed in relief.

Davey was relieved, more then relieved. He would have never of expected Adam to be so calm about this, it was a huge shock but he was thankful. He just hoped everything would be ok between the two and his other friends. He didn't know how big of a deal it would be if he was with Jade to other people.

"Davey, what did you mean by -"

"Fuck, you have no idea how well that went. I thought Adam was gonna kick my ass." Davey quickly interrupted Jade and laughed nervously.

"Yeah, it seemed to go ok." Jade sighed, noticing Davey didn't want to talk about what he nearly said. "Y'know this is going to be all around school on Monday, right?"

Davey rubbed his eyes and nodded, leaning back onto the bed. His legs hanging off the edge of the bed, with his t-shirt halfway up his stomach and closed his eyes.

Jade patted Davey's leg. "It'll be ok."

"I fucking hope so. If it all goes shit, we can easily beat the fuckers up?" Davey grinned, laughing lightly.

Jade smiled, nodding in agreement. "That we can do."

Jade sat there in silence, looking at his wall. His heart raced as soon as he thought about what Davey nearly said, he didn't know whether to be frightened or happy about it. Jade was dragged away from his thoughts when he heard Davey's smooth voice.

"Jade?"

"Yeah?" Jade asked, leaning back on the bed and turned to Davey who was looking at him, chewing nervously on his lip.

"Are we actually... together?" Davey asked, looking at Jade.

"Do you want to be together?"

"Sure."

"Then I announce that we are officially together." Jade smiled, watching Davey slightly giggle, his perfect white teeth showing as he gave Jade a beautiful smile. "That means you have to have sex with me whenever I want though."

Jade smirked as Davey got up and straddled him. "I don't think so, it is you that obeys me."

"Really?" Jade laughed, licking his lips.

"Yeah." Davey smiled, leaning down and kissed Jade. "You better be worth all this hassle."

"I am the best, so of course I am." Jade grinned as Davey smacked his arm. "Don't be a bitch about it!"

Davey growled and smacked Jade again, squealing loudly as Jade gripped onto his hips and flipped him over, so now he was on top. Jade looked down at Davey, his devil lock was over his left eye and Jade flicked it, laughing as it flopped back down into it's original place again.

"Don't touch the hair!" Davey growled, poking his tongue out at Jade.

"Be careful with that tongue, I may have to bite it off." Jade smirked, raising his eyebrow.

"My tongue gives you too much pleasure." Davey said confidently, poking it out again.

"Well played, Havok."

"Damn right, Puget."

Love Is Forever - Chapter Fifteen

Authorâ�™s P.O.V.

15th September 2006

Davey shook as he looked down at the water that he soon, would be falling into. Everyone was currently on the set for their new video for Love Like Winter, Davey didnâ�™t like the fact of being dropped into the water at all. Heâ�™d already choked on fake snow, got loads in his hair and eyes. He shivered and wrapped his coat around him tightly. He hadnâ�™t even been paying attention to how he was meant to actually survive in the water. He wasnâ�™t a strong swimmer, at all.

Davey was meant to be listening to Smith, but all he did was nod and sigh - not taking a word of anything in and Smith knew that, but still only walked off to leave Davey too it.

Davey sighed, sitting down on the nearest chair and went to wipe his eyes, growling as he knew he had make-up on for the shoot and couldnâ�™t wipe it off. This was the last shoot for the video and Davey couldnâ�™t be any happier. He would have rather stayed at home, nice and dry then this, but he knew it had to be done. Jade had even abandoned everyone, causing Smith to fill in for him - as frozen hands whilst the MTV crew flew around the set and recorded Hunter and Adam, oh and of course Smith who was their host.

Davey had already been slapped on the back harshly by the guy, whilst watching him embarrass himself in front of the camera - it was Smith after all. Even Hunter had been amused by his antics. Davey sighed, smiling - they were so in love and still happy, theyâ�™d be getting married next month.

Jade had snuck off to spend a day with Tim whilst he wasnâ�™t on tour, them two had hooked up after the little incident that happened over two years ago. Two years already. Davey thought and sighed.

â�œItâ�™s gone by so fast.â� Davey sighed to himself, shaking his head and jumped as someone leant on his shoulders. He looked around, grinning from ear to ear and jumped up from the chair, taking the man into his arms and cuddled him tightly.

â�œIâ�™m so glad youâ�™re here.â� Davey sighed into the mans neck, kissing it gently and pulled away.

â�œWell, I had nothing else to do so I thought itâ�™d give me something to doâ�¦â� Nils smirked, leaning forwards and kissed his boyfriend gently on the lips. â�œYou ok?â�

â�œA little nervous but a lot better now youâ�™re here.â� Davey grinned, wrapping his arm around Nilsâ�™ waist and rested his head on his shoulder. â�œYou staying with us after the shoot?â�

â�œYeah, Iâ�™ll come out with you guys. Havenâ�™t seen everyone in a few weeks so it would be good to catch up. Whereâ�™s Jade?â� Nils asked, looking around and seeing everyone except Jade.

â�œAh, heâ�™s gone to see Tim whilst heâ�™s in town.â� Davey smiled and kissed Nils on the cheek.

â�œOh, I see. Well I guess he wonâ�™t be here for my surprise then.â� Nils smirked, kissing the top of Daveyâ�™s head and nodded for him to walk forwards. Davey raises his eyebrow, following Nils with his arm still around his waist.

â�œSurprise?â� Davey asked, looking up at Nils who just smiled.

â�œYes my love, I have a surprise for you after the shoot.â� Nils replied and kissed Davey, looking over at Adam who waved over to Nils, who smiled back and nodded his head.

â�œDavey, weâ�™re ready for the shoot now.â� Smith grinned as Davey groaned, hiding his face in Nilsâ�™ neck and nuzzled it with his nose.

â�œIâ�™m scared.â� Davey laughed nervously. â�œIf I start to drown, come and save me? With mouth to mouth.â�

Nils laughed, hugging Davey tightly and kissed his cheek. â�œI will, but youâ�™ll be fine. Go on, Iâ�™ll be here.â�

Davey nodded, walking away from Nils with a frown on his face and walked over to the equipment that would be holding him up above the water and ice. He shivered and he felt his heart begin to race. Davey nodded to the stranger next to him, who started to strap him up and after what seemed like forever, he was ready.

â�œDave, youâ�™ll be fine. Donâ�™t worry.â� Hunter said as he walked over, standing next to Smith who was laughing. â�œSmith, donâ�™t be cruel.â�

â�œAlright Missy.â� Smith laughed, receiving a small punch in the arm and glared at Hunter, who laughed and kissed his fiancÃ©e on the cheek.

Davey squealed as the machine above him started moving, hoisting him up in the air and over the ice. He gulped, shaking nervously. This wasnâ�™t exactly the most comfortable situation Davey had been in, his arms were starting to ache already. He looked down, spotting Nils who smiled up at him and walked over to where Hunter, Smith and Adam were.

â�œIf I die, blame it on yourselves!â� Davey shouted down to everyone who laughed. He took in deep breaths, looking down and closed his eyes. He could do this, it was only water and ice after all.

â�œReady?â� Smith called to Davey, who nodded and put on a brave face.

â�œThree...â� Davey took in a deep breath.

â�œTwo...â� He couldnâ�™t do this, he knew he couldnâ�™t.

â�œOne...â� Oh shit. Davey mentally screamed before he was let loose and silently crashed down into the water. It was so cold, so unbelievable cold. He opened his eyes, looking around in the water and started to panic. Where was he meant to go? There was nothing there.

He exhaled, his breath released into bubbles and watched as they soared up to the surface. Davey quickly began swimming as fast as his body would allow him, he could see the light from the surface of the water and took a big gulp of air as he reached the surface. He swam to the side quickly, gripping the concrete edge and gasped for breath, his hair in his eyes and blocking his vision. He wiped it from his face, looking up at everyone.

â�œNever again.â� Davey simply sighed, holding his hands up to Smith and Adam who hoisted him from the water and stood him up. Water pouring from his clothes and hair, his make-up smudged and almost gone.

â�œDave, you did it wrong. Have to do another take.â� Smith laughed and Davey glared at him, ready to pounce on him at any second. â�œJoking!â�

â�œFuck you.â� Davey groaned, brushing his hair back with his fingers and sighed as Nils wrapped a towel round him.

â�œYou did good.â� Nils smiled, kissing Daveyâ�™s cheek who smiled and wrapped the towel tightly around him.

The five of them started to walk from the set, Davey badly wanting warm dry clothes and Nils stopped, tugging on Daveyâ�™s hand.

Davey stopped, turning around to Nils and raised his eyebrow. â�œWhatâ�™s up?â�

Nils took in a deep breath and began kneeling down on his left knee, staring up at Davey who looked more shocked then when he was dropped into the water. Davey watched as Nils reached into his right pocket, bringing out a black ring box and held it up, his hands slightly shaking.

â�œDavey Anthony Marchandâ�¦â�

Davey coughed and raised his eyebrow. â�œFine, Davey Havok will you marry me?â�

Nils opened the ring box, revealing a white gold ring with a strip of diamonds embedded in it and Davey gasped, a tear falling down his cheek.

Davey smiled and nodded vigorously. â�œYes, yes I will!â�

Nils smiled, taking the ring from the box, putting it on the floor and slid the ring onto Daveyâ�™s finger. He quickly got up from the floor, his hands cupping Daveyâ�™s cheek as he kissed him passionately and lovingly. â�œI love you.â�

â�œIâ�™ll love you forever Nils.â� Davey cried, looking into Nilsâ�™ eyes and jumped as everyone around him started cheering and clapping, he flushed a bright red and looked back at his friends, grinning.

â�œYou could have at least asked me when I looked decent.â� Davey laughed, still crying and looked down at the ring. â�œItâ�™s beautiful Nils.â�

â�œNot as beautiful as itâ�™s owner.â� Nils sighed, joining their lips again.

Nothing would come between this love.

Fin.

That's the last chapter folks! The end, finished. I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for sticking with it and reading :)

The Fragile - The Frail (Chapter Three)

Authorâ�™s P.O.V.

The Frail

Trent awoke to the sound of the phone ringing throughout his apartment, his head felt twice the size and was constantly thumping, the ringing causing him to groan and climb off the floor. He sleepily walked over to his phone, snatching the receiver up and placing it by his ear, wincing.

â�œTrent?â� Trent grunted, it was Danny.

â�œWhatâ�™s up?â� He mumbled, wiping the sleep from his eyes and his hair from his face.

â�œYou still coming into the studio today?â� He asked and Trent sighed.

â�œNo, not today. I feel like shit. Iâ�™ll see you tomorrow.â�

â�œOk, it would help if you didnâ�™t decide to drink till you pass out you know?â� Danny replied.

â�œDonâ�™t start. Iâ�™ll see you tomorrow. Bye.â� Trent growled, slamming down the phone and rubbed his head. â�œUgh, I need some pills.â�

Trent walked sluggishly to his bathroom, pulling the cabinet door open and snatched the painkillers from the shelf, throwing three into his mouth and he winced as he swallowed. He shut the cabinet door and gasped, moving his head close to the mirror and ran his fingers over his bruised skin furrowing his eyebrows.

â�œWhat the fuck?â� He whispered and turned around, turning the shower on and walked from the room and into the living room. He searched for his cell, finding nothing and sighed, looking over at the floor to see CDâ�™s scattered everywhere. He grunted, picking them up and stared at one.

â�œAFI, who the - oh shit.â� Trent groaned rubbing his said. Youâ�™re such a prick. He thought to himself, looking for his cell more urgently and found it down the side of the couch. He checked to see if he had any messages none.

He started to message Davey.

Iâ�™m really sorry about last night. I didnâ�™t mean to hurt you in anyway and I hope you can forgive me. Let me take you out for a coffee later? Iâ�™ll be at the coffee shop we met in, in an hour. Iâ�™m sorry, Trent.

Trent sent the message, throwing his cell back onto the couch and made his way into the bathroom. Undressing quickly and stepped under the spray, releasing a sigh of relief. He stood there for a few minutes, letting the water run over his body and hair - making him more relaxed.

He reached down for the shampoo, pouring a generous amount into his hands and massaged it into his hair and scalp, sighing. He reached one hand out, resting it on the wall in front as he closed his eyes and he felt his body starting to shake. He felt so weak. Before he knew it he crashed down into the bathtub, unconscious with the shower spraying down on his still body.

---

Davey jumped as his cell vibrated in his pocket, he snatched it from his pocket - it was from Trent. Davey growled, looking down at the message and his expression changed. At least he said sorry. Davey thought, wondering if he should meet him or not.

â�œDavey, whatâ�™s up? You ok?â� Jade asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee as Davey sat at the counter nursing a cup of tea.

â�œWhat? Yeah Iâ�™m fine.â� Davey smiled, taking a sip from his mug and slipped his cell back into his jean pocket.

â�œYou sure? Youâ�™ve been a bit funny since you came home last night. What happened?â� Jade asked, sitting down next to Davey and took a gulp from his coffee, screwing up his face as it burnt his throat slightly.

â�œI went over to Trentâ�™s last night, he ended up getting ridiculously drunk and kissed me, then laughed about it so I punched him in the face.â� Davey shrugged, taking another sip from his mug and looked at Jade, laughing slightly. â�œWhat?â�

â�œYou punched Trent Reznor in the face?â� Jade asked and Davey nodded. â�œWoah, he must have really been a prick for you too do that. You never normally use violence. Was that him that just messaged you?â�

â�œYeah, he wants to meet in an hour for a coffee and he apologised. I donâ�™t know whether to go.â� Davey sighed, biting his lip and looked down into his mug.

â�œWell if he had apologised you may as well, itâ�™s only coffee after all - I doubt heâ�™ll try to do anything there.â� Jade laughed, rubbing Daveyâ�™s back. â�œItâ�™s up to you.â�

â�œI think I might, otherwise Iâ�™ll feel bad and plus, I could do with a muffin.â� Davey grinned, leaning on Jadeâ�™s shoulder.

An hour and a half later, Davey sighed as he drummed his fingers on the table still waiting for Trent. Heâ�™d already been here for over half an hour and he hadnâ�™t showed up. Davey didnâ�™t know whether to get angry or worried. He tried calling Trentâ�™s cell but no one answered, he was on his third cup of tea and e was pretty sure his bladder was about to explode if he drank anymore liquids.

Davey chewed on his lip ring. Maybe I should go and see if heâ�™s okâ�¦ He thought, looking down at his watch and grunted, getting up from his seat and left the coffee shop. Walking towards where Trent lived.

Fifteen minutes later, he found himself knocking on the door for the third time and no answer. When he called his cell again, he could hear it through the door and sighed, knocking harder and calling his name. After a few minutes, he tried opening the door and was shocked to find it was open.

He opened it slightly, peaking in. â�œTrent?â�

No answer. He walked in, closing the door behind him and walked to the living room, then the kitchen and no one was there. Davey looked back at the door, noticing his keys were still there and his cell was on the couch. Davey walked further into the apartment and heard the shower through the door, he knocked on the door. No answer once again.

I shouldnâ�™t go in there, he could just be in the shower. Davey thought, looking around and closed his eyes, opening the bathroom door slightly. â�œTrent?â�

Davey looked further in, seeing Trentâ�™s arm draped across the bathtub and the mans head resting on the back, his eyes shut and blood pooled around his head.

â�œShit.â� Davey whispered, running over to the naked and unconscious man. Not knowing what to do. â�œTent, can you hear me?â�

Trent grunted, opening his eyes slightly his vision blurred and fell back into an unconscious state again. Davey grabbed his arms, lifting the man the best he could - but he wasnâ�™t exactly light. Davey struggled to get the man out of the bath tub, laying him down on the floor and put a towel over the bottom half of the man. He grabbed another towel and sat with Trentâ�™s head in his lap, trying to stop the blood. Once most of the blood was cleared, Davey could see them cut on his head. It was nothing serious.

After half an hour of Davey cleaning up the wound and dragging Trent to his bed, he saw down next to the man. A wet cloth placed over Trentâ�™s head and he tried to talk to him again.

â�œTrent, if you can hear me - wake up. Trent?â� Davey whispered, running his hand down his cheek and Trent coughed slightly, opening his eyes and took in a deep sigh.

â�œW-What happened?â� Trent mumbled, trying to sit up but failed.

â�œYou must have slipped in the shower, I came to see if you were ok and I found you unconscious in the bathtub. How do you feel?â� Davey asked, looking down at Trent.

â�œI have a splitting headache.â� Trent groaned, rubbing his forehead. â�œCould you get me some painkillers and water? Theyâ�™re in the cabinet in the bathroom.â�

â�œSure.â� Davey replied.

Trent lay there, feeling like an idiot and lightly touched the back of his head, hissing in pain and groaned loudly.

â�œDonâ�™t touch it, might get it infected.â� Davey said, shaking his head and held out a glass of water and two painkillers.

â�œThanks.â� Trent sighed, taking the glass of water and painkillers. Swallowing them quickly and took a few more gulps of water, putting it down on the cabinet next to the bed and looked up at Davey.

â�œThanks again, I donâ�™t even know why you bothered after what I did last night.â� Trent sighed, looking at Davey with apologetic eyes.

â�œItâ�™s fine. I was hardly just going to leave you, but are you sure youâ�™re ok?â� Davey asked again to make sure.

â�œYeah, just a headache and a little dizzy, but Iâ�™ll be fine.â� Trent managed to smile. â�œIâ�™m still sorry about last night, thatâ�™s not me - at all.â�

â�œYeah, I guessed. You seemed to change after the more drinks you had. Why do you drink so much?â� Davey asked, sitting down on the bed.

â�œJust helps me I guess. But lets not talk about that. Still want that coffee and a chance for me to make it up to you. The catch it, youâ�™ll have to go and make the coffee.â� Trent laughed lightly, managing to sit himself up.

â�œYeah, that sounds good. Iâ�™ll go make you a coffee, you have any tea?â� Davey asked as he got off the bed.

â�œYeah, next to the coffee.â� Trent replied and Davey nodded, walking out of the bedroom.

The two spent the next hour in bed, well Trent sat on the edge and the two talked over a cup of tea and coffee. Davey listened carefully to everything Trent was saying, he loved listening to how he described everything - it was unique. He really had a way with words. Davey would really enjoy getting to know the real Trent, without the alcohol. He seemed to be a very interesting person behind his shell. Davey knew straight away he was hiding behind something, he didnâ�™t know how - maybe it was because he did the same.

â�œIâ�™ll stop talking now, Iâ�™m not normally this talkative with people.â� Trent laughed, swinging his legs out of bed and quickly grabbed the duvet, covering himself. â�œErr where are my clothes?â�

Davey blushed furiously. â�œYou were naked whenâ�¦ When I found you, so you werenâ�™t wearing any. Sorry. Where are your clothes or whatever you want?â�

Trent laughed. â�œMy bathrobe is just over there, thatâ�™ll be fine.â�

Davey nodded, still a bright red and got off the bed, retrieving the bathrobe and handed it to Trent, turning around. Trent shakily stood up, putting the bathrobe on and did it up, taking in a deep breath as he felt slightly dizzy.

â�œWant anything to eat?â� Trent asked as he began to walk out of his bedroom and Davey followed.

â�œNo, Iâ�™m fine thank you.â� Davey replied, watching Trent walk a bit unsteadily and leaped forwards as the man nearly fell, supporting him. â�œYou ok?â�

â�œYeah, just need something to eat is all. Thanks.â� Trent sighed, composing himself and continued to walk to the kitchen.

Davey went into the living room, shaking his head at the beer bottles and began collecting them up before walking into the kitchen and disposed of them. Trent was leaning against the counted, biting into an apple and smiled shyly at Davey who just rolled his eyes.

â�œSorry about punching you by the way.â� Davey laughed, looking at the bruise on Trent face and he just shrugged.

â�œI deserved that and more.â� Trent sighed, chewing the piece of apple before swallowing it. â�œI did mean what I said though, youâ�™re a really nice guy.â�

â�œThanks and I meant what I said, before you assaulted my mouth with your tongue.â� Davey laughed when Trent blushed and looked down. He walked over to the man, leaning on the counted next to him and nudged him with his hip.

â�œSorry about that too.â� Trent laughed nervously, looking up at Davey and bit his lip.

â�œItâ�™s fine.â� Davey smiled, looking into Trentâ�™s eyes and found himself leaning close to the man before his lips were set on Trentâ�™s and kissed him gently before pulling away.

â�œThat was worth getting a punch in the face for.â� Trent sighed, smiling at Davey.

-- TBC --

Another chapter? Jeez I'm on a roll folks...

Love Me or Hate Me - Chapter Eleven

Authorâ�™s P.O.V.

The evening had gone great so far, the two talked till couldnâ�™t think of anything else to say and had already watched one movie, they were now choosing the second.

Davey sat on the floor, going through all the movies and Jade sat on the bed, smiling down at Davey.

â�œSeriously, how many movies do you need?â� Davey laughed, cocking his head slightly and continued to search.

â�œBecause I do.â� Jade simply stated, rolling his eyes and tapped his foot, watching Davey.

â�œOkâ�¦â� Davey sighed, rolling over and held up â�˜The Crowâ�˜ to Jade. â�œWhat do you think?â�

â�œYeah thatâ�™s fine. I doubt Iâ�™ll be paying much attention to the movie anyway.â� Jade smirked, winking at Davey who rolled his eyes and put the movie on. Jumping on the bed next to Jade, resting his head on his chest and hand on his stomach.

Jade simply sighed, running his hands through Daveyâ�™s hair as the film played. Jade focused on the film, flinching as he felt Daveyâ�™s hand on his inner thigh and looked down.

Davey raked his nails up the jeans on Jade, looking up at him and smiled. â�œWhat?â�

â�œYou know what.â� Jade laughed, continuing to run his fingers though Daveyâ�™s hair and sighed as Davey got closer to his crotch.

â�œI thought you were going to be part of my entertainment for tonight?â� Davey pouted, grabbing Jadeâ�™s cock through his jeans who gasped in shock, letting out a small groan.

â�œWeâ�™re not going to watch this movie are we?â� Jade chuckled and Davey shook his head, leaning up to capture Jadeâ�™s lips who sighed, running his tongue over the other boys lips. Davey groaned, opening his mouth as Jadeâ�™s tongue entered it, rubbing his tongue against Daveyâ�™s.

Jade moved down so he was face to face with Davey, his hand resting on Daveyâ�™s hips as they kissed slowly and Daveyâ�™s hand found its way under Jadeâ�™s shirt, lightly caressing the soft skin.

The front door slammed shut, Jade and Davey pulled away from each other. Jadeâ�™s eyes widened and quickly got off the bed, walking over to his bedroom door.

â�œHello?â� Jade called down the stairs.

â�œJade.â� A familiar voice cooed from down the stairs. Jade looked back at Davey.

â�œHide. Now!â� Jade whispered, panic running through his voice and Davey got up from the bed, looking around.

â�œThe wardrobe!â� Jade whispered, pointing to it and Davey nodded, climbing into it and shut the door carefully. He would see through the gap of the two doors, he was shaking - he didnâ�™t know what was happening.

â�œTim, what the fuck are you doing here?!â� Jade screamed, backing into his room as Tim came in with a smirk on his face and slammed the door behind him. â�œHow dare you just come into my house!â�

Tim grabbed Jade by the neck, pinning him up against the wall. Davey put his hand over his mouth, closing his eyes trying to not make a noise.

â�œWhat the fuck are you playing at Jade?â� Tim hissed into his ear, nipping at the lobe and looked down on the floor, noticing someone elseâ�™s bag. â�œWho the fuck is here?â�

â�œNo one.â� Jade managed to choke out, clawing at Timâ�™s hand and tried to kick him in the leg. Tim laughed, letting go of Jade who fell to the floor, gasping for air. Tim kicked him in the stomach, causing Jade to groan loudly and clutch his stomach.

â�œDonâ�™t lie to me.â� Tim hissed, bringing back his fist.

Davey couldnâ�™t take it anymore, he scrambled out of the wardrobe and lunged forward, knocking Tim to the floor. Davey growled, bringing his knee to his crotch and punched him in the face. Davey quickly stood up, looking down at Tim who just glared at him, curling over in pain.

â�œYouâ�™re dead Havok.â� He hissed, getting up slowly and started to walk towards Davey. Jade grunted, getting up and pulled his fist back, punching Tim in the side of the jaw causing him to stumble backwards into the door.

â�œFucking wait till I get my hands on both of you.â� Tim growled, turning around and ran from the room.

Jade fell to the floor against, clutching his stomach and let his head fall against the wall.

â�œFuck.â� Jade groaned, looking up at Davey, â�œYou shouldnâ�™t have done that, you know whatâ�™s going to happen now. Everyoneâ�™s going to know and weâ�™re going to be in shit.â�

â�œI-I donâ�™t care.â� Davey stuttered, looking down at his sore knuckles. â�œI couldnâ�™t watch him hurt you like thatâ�

â�œThank you.â� Jade sighed, getting up from the floor and wrapped his arm around Daveyâ�™s waist and kissed his cheek.

â�œJade!â� Someone called from downstairs.

â�œIn here Hunter.â� Jade called back, looking at Davey. â�œItâ�™s only Hunter, heâ�™s fine.â�

â�œOk.â� Davey whispered, shyly looking up at Hunter as he entered the room.

â�œTim, heâ�™s coming round -â�

â�œHeâ�™s already been here Hunter.â� Jade replied, interrupting his friend.

â�œShit, are you both ok?â� Hunter asked, Davey as slightly shocked he said â�˜bothâ�™ and nodded, rubbing Jadeâ�™s back.

â�œYeah, he only got a few hits in but Davey sorted him out.â� Jade lightly chuckled, wincing slightly and pulled his shirt up and groaned. There was already a bruise forming on his stomach.

â�œJade, this isnâ�™t good. If Tim knows, everyone will. You two are going to be in shit.â� Hunter sighed, sitting down on the bed.

â�œItâ�™s fine, I doubt heâ�™s going to tell anyone but I know heâ�™s going to try something else after this. Heâ�™s fucking insane.â� Jade replied, rubbing his head and looked over at Davey, who appeared to be deep in thought.

â�œWhat are you going to do about it?â� Hunter asked.

â�œI really donâ�™t know.â�

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After an hour of talking, persuading Hunter to not beat the shit out of Tim and making sure Jade was ok - Hunter left.

Davey sat on the bed, cradling his head in his hands and closed his eyes. Jade sighed, sitting next to the boy and wrapped his arm around his waist.

â�œDavey, everythingâ�™s going to be fine.â� Jade whispered and Davey looked up.

â�œI hope so.â� Davey sighed, leaning on Jade. â�œIs your stomach ok?â�

â�œYeah, Iâ�™ll live.â� Jade smiled, kissing the top of Daveyâ�™s head. â�œThis was going to happen sooner or later.â�

â�œYeah I know, I guess I was hoping for later.â� Davey laughed.

â�œMe too.â� Jade sighed.

â�œHow come Hunter was so cool aboutâ�¦ us.â� Davey asked, sitting up and looked at Jade.

â�œHe saw us in the park and heâ�™s cool with it, he just didnâ�™t want Tim to find out - which he has now, but heâ�™s fine. Heâ�™s a really good guy.â� Jade smiled, getting up from the bed and walked over to the other side, lying down slowly.

Davey jumped as his cell started to vibrate in his pocket, he pulled it out - it was Adam. He answered the phone.

â�œDavey, want to explain where the fuck you are?â� Adam hissed down the phone.

â�œIâ�™m out.â� Davey said nervously.

â�œThatâ�™s not what Tim just told me, followed by a fist fight.â� Davey closed his eyes. Shit.

--TBC--

I've been listening to Eminem for the past week, I think he's the reason I've been updating so much. Bobbing along to his music as I write. Just thought I'd tell you that :)