A/N: This is attempt #2 at my Johnny slash, which is turning out to be harder than I'd originally thought it would be. But I have to see this through! I had a better idea than the first one. It is really hard to keep Johnny in character! So this is my favorite Saint, I tend to call him Dante, and he's English. I have a crazy backstory for him in this universe, so some of that might show up if I get far enough. This is somewhere in the middle of the first Saints Row. If you haven't played it, go find a summary. If you have, you'll understand the humor here. :) Rated M for a reason, and it's not just my uh… colorful language. It's Saints Row. That should be expected.

Bonding Experience

I followed Johnny out of the church, and my jaw dropped.

"That's your car mate?" Johnny smirked as he got in.

"Yeah. What about it?" I got into the passenger seat.

"This is a sexy, sexy car."

"That's not the only thing you find sexy, Dante." I smirked.

"No it is not."

"Well, this should be a good bonding experience huh?" We got to the broken down station, and came out of the car, guns blazing. As we neared the top floor, I stopped Johnny.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah. Fine. Why?"

"Just have a bad feeling here mate." Johnny laughed.

"You always have a bad feeling. Let's go!" We rushed in, and my bad feeling was well placed. Tanya had more gaurds than we could take. Johnny got shot in the leg.

"Johnny!"

"Get the fuck out of here!" He yelled.

"Not without you!" Johnny limped toward me as the Vice Kings swarmed the building, and grabbed my shoulders.

"I'm sorry." He pushed me out the window.

"Johnny!" I hit the ground and grunted.

"GO!" Johnny yelled. I ran to his car, and drove back to the church. Without thinking, I sprinted inside.

"Johnny's been captured!" Aisha walked toward me glaring.

"You let him get captured?" She growled. Her heels clicked loudly as she wound up to hit me. I caught her hand, and she fell the floor. Julius knelt next to her.

"We'll get him back."

"It's your fault Dante!" She barked.

"You think I wanted to leave him behind? He pushed me out a bloody window!" I sighed. Every time I yelled at Aisha I felt bad, because I knew that the reason I was usually an ass to her was because I wanted her boyfriend. I tried really hard not to do that.

"So what are we gonna do?" I asked Julius.

"We think. Player, take Aisha home. When you get back, we'll take care of Johnny."

"Fuck that! We get him now!"

"I don't have a plan yet. We don't eve know where Johnny is." I sighed.

"Fine. Let's go Aish." I went outside, getting into my car, Aisha with me. She turned to me.

"Hey, Dante, I'm sorry… It's not your fault."

"I get it. If it had been you there, I'd have been just as pissed off."

"You really like him don't you?"

"I… Aish, I would never take Johnny from you love." Aisha laughed.

"Johnny and I have never been in a real relationship."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It was difficult with him being a Saint, me working for the Vice Kings… and now I have to hide because I'm technically dead. It'd be a lot easier for him if…"

"… if what?" I asked.

"If he was with you."

"Aish, he's yours. I mean, I technically have a boy back home… but…" Aisha looked at me.

"But what?" I sighed.

"I kinda ran out on him. And I don't know that I loved him in the first place." We got to Aisha's house.

"…when you go rescue Johnny, tell him to come see me." I nodded.

"Will do love." She got out, and I turned on the radio.

"You only hold me up like this, 'cause you don't know who I really am. Sometimes I just want to know what it's like to be you. We're making out inside crash course, we're sleeping through all the memories. I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive. Now I only waste it dreaming of you. Turn off the lights, and turn off the shyness. 'Cause all of your moves make up for the silence. And all the way you're like stained white pillowcase, like I'll never be the same." I hurried into the church, thinking about Johnny, and went to Julius.

"So, where's Johnny?" I asked.

"Don't know. But I know who will. Tanya."

"Great. But how the fuck are we gonna get the bitch to talk?"

"She tells her limo driver everything. So you smoke that motherfucker, and take his place. Then you find out where the hell they're keeping our boy, and bring him back."

"Now that I can work with!" I ran out the door, pistol in hand, and found Tanya. I trailed them until she got out. Perfect. I followed him away, drove up next to him, and rolled down the window.

" 'Ello mate."

"What the fuck…" I shot him, and pulled his body out of the car, taking his place. Now, to fool Tanya. It was too easy. I drove her around waiting until I could find Johnny. Then I got a call. I quietly answered.

"Troy and some of our boys didn't hear the plan! You gotta get away from them without killing them player!" I evaded our boys, and hid.

"Thank god! Take me to Tony's house. I hope he's already killed Gat." I fucking hope Gat's alive.

I got to the house, and ran in pushing Tanya aside. Johnny was tied to a chair.

"Johnny!"

"Take care of these guys I'll be fine!" I shot all of them, and took down Anthony. I kicked him to make sure he's dead.

"I appreciate the help and all, but can you get me the fuck off this chair?" I knelt down next to him. He was pretty bruised and beaten. I untied Johnny and caught him. His head hit my chest, and he caught my arms. He didn't move.

"Johnny…"

"I'm okay." His glasses were in my lap. The room was silent. I really wanted to kiss him. He was far more injured than I'd thought. Johnny reached down to pick up his glasses. His fingers touched my cock. I gasped.

"Uh… Dante…"

"You… hit a sensitive spot… Johnny." He backed away a little, blushing. I could feel my jeans getting tight.

"Sorry…" Johnny had made me really horny now. His eyes met mine, glasses still on the ground.

"Hey… can I do anything… you know… to help you…" I laughed and handed him his glasses. He put them on again.

"Short of giving me a blowjob, fuck me pretty hard and kiss me goodnight, not really love," I replied only half joking. Johnny laughed. Ah, so we're going for joking. Fine.

"I doubt Aish would be okay with that."

"Right. Well how about getting me home and I'll take care of this, and you can go see Aish." I drove him to Aisha's in silence.

"Hey, Dante… are you gonna be okay?" He asked.

"It's a hard on love. I've dealt with it before. Jerking off is just part of my day. Go talk to her. She's waiting for you," I replied. Johnny nodded and got out of the car. He hesitated, and turned.

"Dante. Can I come by later?" He asked. I nodded.

"Give me at least half an hour though. Unless you want to see me jerk off. Which I doubt." Johnny nodded.

"I'll see you soon then." I drove home, thinking about Johnny again, and that was a bad idea. Finally, I got to my house, and hurried inside. I tore off my jeans before I even got into my bedroom. My stereo nearby had exactly what I wanted in it. I flicked it on, and pulled off my shirt as I collapsed into bed. Now I could think about Johnny and take care of this mess in peace. I slid out of my underwear and started to stroke my cock, Johnny coming to the front of my mind. Everything about Johnny was perfect. His strong shoulders, and sexy ass. The way his sunglasses were always low on his nose. Ah… there it is… I sighed as I cleaned up the mess I'd made and got dressed again. Johnny… Everything about him was exactly what I'd never been attracted to. My last boyfriend was feminine, small, kinda punk. Johnny was not feminine, he was really masculine, and a badass. Johnny is not small, he's broad shouldered, muscular, and according to him he had an eight inch cock. Johnny was definitely not punk. I still had some of the punk rock look on me. Ripped jeans, sleeveless tee, also ripped, beat up combat boots, eyebrow stud, lip ring. But not Johnny. He was just a badass. And even though he was nothing I had ever wanted, I wanted him more than anything.

It was a while by myself, sitting listening to my stereo and thinking about what the hell I was going to do about Johnny. I didn't want to admit it, but I love him.

The door opened.

"Hey Dante! Are you here?" I walked out of my room.

"I'm here." He was wearing a leg brace.

"We've gotta do something about the Vice Kings."

"Johnny, you're injured. Sit down. Relax." "If I'm not murdering, I'm not happy." I sighed.

"Just sit down for a bloody minute will you? You got yourself hurt doing something reckless… you saved my life."

"Yeah, yeah, fuck that. Let's do something." I grabbed his shoulders.

"Johnny, sit the fuck down. When was the last time you ate?" He sighed.

"I don't fucking know." I shook my head.

"Johnny… let me get you a beer and something to eat. Some sleep would be a good idea too. Then we can go fuck up some Vice Kings, tomorrow. All right?" I said. He finally gave in.

"All right. Fine. I'll rest. Today." I smiled.

"Good. Sit." I tossed him a beer, and went to the kitchen. What can I make… ah! Pasta! I cooked while Johnny sat back watching something on TV. He was nodding off on the couch. Smiling, I finished cooking, and set the food on the table. Gently, I walked to the couch, and put my hand on Johnny's shoulder.

"Johnny…" His eyes opened.

"Ngh…"

"I've got food on the table." He slowly got up, and sat down at the table. I smiled and joined him. He looked so cute when he was tired.

"After you eat something you're welcome to my bed. I promise I won't grope you while you sleep or anything mate," I said. He laughed.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I'll take the couch," I replied. Johnny looked like he felt a little guilty.

"You don't have to give up your bed for me."

"It's fine. You're injured and look like you haven't slept in three fucking days."

"We can both sleep in your bed."

"I can't promise I won't do something while I'm sleeping," I replied.

"That's fine. I'll wear pants." He got up from the table and went to my bedroom. Thank god I cleaned up. I did the dishes, and went into my room shutting off the lights in the front of the house. Johnny was shirtless, glasses off, laying in my bed. Fast asleep on his back. I couldn't help but watch his chest slowly rising and falling. That is exactly what I want. I want to wake up next to that every morning. He was beautiful. I pulled off my shirt, and turned off the light. He stirred a little as I laid down next to him. I rolled onto my side, away from Johnny. If I could last the whole night without doing anything stupid, I'd be in good shape.

I could feel something heavy on my waist, and something warm pressed against my back. My eyes slowly opened. The clock flashed 4:24 am. I slowly slid my hand to the heavy object laying on me, unsure of what it was. Then, the minute my fingers hit it, I knew what it was. Johnny's arm. His warm breath was on my neck. I wanted to turn around and see if he realized what he was doing or if he was asleep and thought I was Ashia… not likely considering she has a much tinier waist than I do and a much rounder ass, but hey, when you're asleep your brain doesn't always work right. His grip on me tightened, and I could tell he was definitely out. Johnny's leg had now pushed in between mine, and I was reminded of how I'd slept with my last boyfriend… Exactly like this, except that I was the one holding him from behind. I fought the urge to touch him, deciding not to fuck with a good thing, and closed my eyes again. Then he started to talk.

"Dante…" It was easy to tell he was asleep. He sounded exactly like he did when he was drunk. I recall when I talked to one boyfriend in his sleep, he'd talk back. And he'd never lie. The question is, what would I want to know?

"Hey Johnny…. Do you love Aisha?"

"No… I don't love Aish," He mumbled back.

"Why'd you push me out the window?"

"I wanted you to live, even if I died."

"Do you love me Johnny?"

"I love you Dante." I stopped breathing for a few seconds. Even if it was while he was asleep, and he may not be telling the truth, or even realize what he's saying, he still said it. Words I never thought would come from his lips.

"Why'd you want me to sleep in the same bed as you?"

"I want to be around you."

"I love you too Johnny." With that, I went back to sleep.

I woke the next morning with Johnny still holding me. But I knew at some point, he'd have to wake up. Would it be better if I was awake, or asleep? Finally, I decided that being asleep was the better choice, so I could see his reaction to realizing he's holding me while he sleeps. It came quickly. I felt Johnny stir behind me, and I closed my eyes, trying to look like I was asleep still. He pulled away from me and sat up.

"Shit. I hope he didn't notice that… son of a bitch… why can't I just be a fucking man and tell him? Who the fuck am I?" he sighed. He got out of bed, and left the room. Sighing heavily, I got out of my bed, and got dressed. I waited a few minutes, then went out to the kitchen. Johnny was sitting at the table with his pistol.

"What's up Johnny?" I asked acting like nothing had happened.

"We're gonna fuck up some Vice Kings."

"All right. Sounds good to me." We spent the day in the most normal way we possibly could; blowing shit up and destroying Stilwater… dressed as Vice Kings. That's Johnny for you. He was right though. It was all a great bonding experiance.

A/N: I always enjoyed those lines of Johnny's. (not as much as the ones during the first VK quest in which Johnny says exactly these words "You don't look like much. But then again, I don't look like I have an eight inch cock. So we're both full of surprises.") And I also enjoyed rescuing Johnny. Anyway, if you've also noticed and been distraught by the lack of Saint's Row slash, feel free to leave a review. I apologize if the Brit annoys you, but I fucking love him… and if I ever get there, there is another reason he's the Brit. If I get there that is…