Some of you might be a little confusded right about now. This is the chapter i just updated, its better i think. If you've already read it and have read the second, read this one again cos i've changed some things.

"I hate it" Lash spoke simply, turning from his leaning position against Warren. Warren sighed, resting his head against Lash's soft hair, he couldn't help feeling weird about it, which really was why he didn't want people to know that he loved a guy. It's bad enough everyone always fears me anyway, how would they react if they learned I was gay? Warren thought bitterly. He didn't want to share his feelings with his boyfriend; he was afraid Lash would leave him in one of his well-known angry rages. Lash was known as much for those as he was for bullying, particularly at Sky High.

"I know" Warren answered quietly, feeling sad because he didn't want to agree with Lash, he didn't wasn't to tell anyone but he knew he wouldn't be able to risk losing Lash so he'd agree with him, to almost whatever he wanted. Yet his reluctance to show people the truth was showing "I know, Jace, but there's not much we can do about it, is there?" the normally-angry-Hot-headed-sometimes-jerk was surprisingly solemn in using Lash's real name, he wanted to help his boyfriend but couldn't see a way to do it without telling people, and he didn't want to do that. After Mark had left him for another guy, Warren hadn't wanted to like anyone else, yet the memory of when he'd first started liking Lash was forged in his mind.

Lash had been hiding in the broom closet when Warren had entered to find another clip bored for Coach Boomer.

It was like he was a clipboard junkie or something; Warren couldn't understand how he went through five of them in a week.

Warren was so intent on his task that he hadn't noticed Lash until the door slammed shut

"What are you doing here?" Lash had spat. Recently Lash had been annoying and provoking Warren more then usual. Almost every single one of their arguments had turned into full blown fights. But the fights had turned into something more.

Lash had grabbed Warren suddenly and smashed his lips to his own. Warren, at first, had stiffened but then responded with the same passion and lust. They had kissed for about seven minutes straight, hardly taking a breath until Lash ripped himself away, shoved Warren hard into the wall and growled out "This. Never. Happened" then he had turned and slammed out of the small, now wrecked closet. Warren was left staring at the door, feelings stirring in his body. He had already been aware of Lash being good looking, he'd known how hot he was since he had first seen him but his hate had over powered it.

But not anymore. He was physically aware that Lash was hot. And Lash's hotness was responsible for a little problem below the waist line that Warren took care of, all the while thinking of Lash. Not even thinking about how big the sense of urgency was, not caring whether Coach Boomer would send another student down to check on him, he had to, he just couldn't wait, he was going to explode.

Warren was brought out of his memories by Lash who was nodding, like he had an idea.

"Yeah, there is" his voice was suddenly strong "We can tell them!" Lash turned around to face his lover, his face animated and happy, so excited. Warren looked into his eyes, a small frown appearing on his face. Opening his mouth, Warren prepared himself to say no. "Wait" Lash commanded "Just hear me out? Okay?" He pleaded with his boyfriend. Warren rolled his eyes but nodded.

"Right!" Lash was happy that Warren was listening to him and wasn't about to let the opportunity slide. "Okay. If we tell them we're together then you won't have to lie to your friends, or watch them pull me apart with their talking about me all the time, though I must say..." Lash smirked "I don't blame them, I'm the perfect subject all the time" Warren laughed and shook his head but Lash could see the amusement deep in his eyes and was secretly happy he could make the Hot Head smile, what he didn't like was knowing that they were the only ones who knew how in love they were. Lash was still shocked that he fell in love with a boy, a hot, smart, funny boy but a boy none the less. He hadn't expected it, he hadn't really wanted it until he got to know the guy he was sure would break his heart but Lash was presently surprised, they had made an instant connection after the incident in the broom closet, and no matter how much they knew it would be difficult, they had finally decided to make it work. Now if only Lash could convince Warren to tell people. When he had first found out he was gay it was in the cupboard with Warren. Never had he felt so alive and free, the lust was almost over powering. Because at first, that's all it was, just lust. The love grew out of the walks they had, the things they discussed, learning about each other. All those things powered their feelings towards love.

Lash was snapped out of this own little world by Warren himself, who uttered the word that Lash had been hoping for..."Okay"

Lash almost squealed like a kid, but then realised what he was about to do, so instead he threw his arms around Warren's waist and hugged his extra hard, causing other things to harden in the process. , Warren however, had noticed the way Lash had almost reacted and smirked up until Lash hugged him. There was something about the way Lash moved, the way he breathed. Just generally the way he was that had drawn him to the stretchy teenager, and Warren was so happy that for once he had given into Lash's demands because he would do anything for the look on his boyfriends face.

Anything.

Lash, meanwhile, could hardly think, he was so overwhelmed with Warren's scent, burying his face into the crook of his shoulder that he almost forgot to breath. Warren chuckled when he realised and gently shook Lash to make him take a breath. He watched fondly as Lash took in a big gulp of air, and with the air in his lungs, he leaned down and touched Warren's lips with his own. The reaction was instantaneous, lightning fast.

Warren's arms came up and wrapped around Lash's waist, holding him firmly in place as he rolled them over so that he was on top. Safe in the knowledge that his sister's room was sound proof, Lash let out a small gasp and Warren took that opportunity to slip his tongue around his boyfriend's mouth, roughly biting Lash's lip, then tugging gently making Lash moan loudly, Warren's smirk grew more pronounced as he toyed with Lash, making him work for it and adding a small burst of fire every now and then since Lash was into the pleasure-pain deal. Eventually though, he got tired of playing and slipped both of their clothes off in a couple of simple actions and movements. Lash wanted payback for the fire so he used his own stretchy power to torment Warren into submission.

After their fun it was almost time to go.

"We'll tell them sometime soon" Warren said, smiling crookedly at Lash who smiled back "I promise" and with that last remark he quickly kissed his boy on the cheek and hurried off down the street trying to think of a way to put it off. Lash watched him go, not being able to keep his eyes off of Warren's ass. And what a fine ass it was. Sighing, Lash closed the door and locked it, slowly he went up stairs, careful not to creak the stairs so he didn't wake his little sister, Cassidy, and yes, only two years younger then him and just joined Sky High but he was still very protective and loving with her, no matter what anyone at school thought about his evil ways, he would go to the ends of the earth to help and protect his baby sister, he could remember when he had first asked her for relationship help and how she hadn't even been shocked, but rather just smiled.

"I think I like this guy, he's kind of hot, but I can't fucking stand him!" Lash suddenly came out with, just throwing the sentence into their random conversation of why mushrooms are called mushrooms.

"Why don't you just ask him? Maybe you can stand him if you talk instead of just yelling all the time." Cass smiled encouragingly

"Girls talk. Guys don't." Lash pointed out, watching as Cassidy rolled her eyes,

"Then you better find a way to not talk that doesn't make you have detention every week. Mom's getting worried." And she had been, he could see how the detention and being a sort-of-villain had got to her.

"What am I supposed to do, ambush him in a closet?" Lash suggested sarcastically.

"As long as you aren't yelling..."

"Uh... Thanks Cassidy."

"Anytime bro."

She and Warren were the only important people in his life. The only people he knew he would die to protect because he loved them both

As Lash lay on his bed with his arms behind his head, using them as a sort of pillow, he thought about how their real relationship had first started out. The next event after the one that happened in the broom closet.

Lash was sitting on a swing in the rain, looking out over the woods around him each time the swing climbed higher and higher, he remembered when his mother used to bring him here and how she'd tell him that if he swung high enough, he'd be able to talk to daddy in heaven.

He knew someone was watching him but he couldn't be bothered to turn around and see. After all, if it was someone who meant him harm, he certainly wouldn't try to stop them.

No one would care if he died so why should he bother. "Yeah" He muttered bitterly, "No one cares, sometimes I wish I could die..."

"Now that would be so unfortunate..." A sarcastic voice snickered.

"Shut up!" Lash snarled angrily, his arms whipping outwards to strike the Pyro "Go away you fucking bastard!" Warren's arms lit up just as Lash struck him causing Lash to withdraw quickly. Angrily, Lash turned swiftly and faced the other way. Sitting once more on the swing and hoping Warren would leave. The feelings Lash had recently found after watching Warren so many times during Lessons were too intense, too real. There were moments where he would want to tear Warren to the floor and kiss him, no matter who was around, then other times when Lash wanted to kill the damned Pyro for not liking him back even just a little.

Sometimes, when that happened, to reassure or calm himself Lash used Save the citizen as an excuse to touch him every chance he could get, something about touching Warren made him calm and on fire every time.

"But that would stop me from staring at your nice ass" came the deep voice behind him, Lash whirled, standing quickly.

Warren was still watching him but now with a small smile. Lash thought over the words Warren had said and couldn't stop his eyes from widening. Had the Warren Peace just said his butt was nice?

"Yeah, I can't really believe I said that either" Warren stated, chuckling softly. Lash just stared at him. Sighing, the pyrokinetic sat on the swing that Lash had just left. Seeing the scowl appear on Lash's face, Warren raised a black eyebrow, "What? you could always sit that nice ass on my lap" he offered jokingly though Lash could see from Warren's expression that some part of him wanted it and that was enough to give him an inkling of hope.

But still, Lash couldn't understand it, Warren had never said a kind word to him his whole life and here he was, not only saying what a nice ass he had but also offering him a seat on his knee?

Lash was confused but figured that he'd test Warren, just because he was bored and wanted an angry reaction out of him, something he could understand instead of the developing feelings he had for the Pyro, so he crossed the remaining ground between them and sat on Warren's knee.

Whatever Lash had been expecting, didn't happen. Warren's arms wrapped around Lash's waist, instantly warming them both. Lash's head told him to get the hell out of there, his body and heart told him to stay. The saying once a villain, always a villain was for once, wrong.

He stayed within the comfort of Warren's arms for over an hour, watching the rain fall whilst Warren warmed them and kept them dry.

Lash sighed, that had been two years ago. After that moment, for the next two months, that had been their meeting place. Lash smiled faintly, that was their spot, and there was no doubt about it.