Disclaimer: I do not own the Simpsons nor any of the characters and I do not make any profit from these writings.

Pairings: Waylon/Burns

Warnings: a little angsty, some swearing

Summary: Waylon Smithers is in love with Monty Burns. Monty Burns is in love with Waylon Smithers. But will either man reveal their feelings for each other?

This will take place BEFORE any of the Simpson episodes.

Love Hurts

This entire chapter is in Waylon's point of view, just so you know. And this story will probably only be three chapters, but we'll see! It depends on how much inspiration I get while writing this! XD

Chapter 1-With all my Heart

I do not know how long I've felt this way about him. It feels like I've loved him for as long as I've known him. It's so hard to talk to him, I have to concentrate hard on what he's saying in order to respond properly and not blurt out my feelings for him. I'm sure it wouldn't take much prompting from him before I would spill my guts to him if he ever felt inclined to aske me how I felt about him. I would tell him how much I adored him, how much I missed him when I wasn't in his presence. I'd tell him that I loved him with all my heart and soul, that nothing would change my feelings for him. The passage of time would never mar his beauty, none of his various love affairs would stop me from loving him. Even if he did get married, that would not change my feelings for him a bit.

I sigh as I returned to his office, carrying his coffee and paper. I sat them on the desk in front of him, smiling lightly. He thanked me and shot a small smile my way. I felt my heart flutter at his expression. My heart lifted and clenched painfully at the same time. The ache in my heart was normally dull, but whenever I was around him, the pain always increased. I talked amiably with him, trying to distract myself from reaching out and touching him, which was a horrible effort in itself normally. But today it was exceptionally hard not to touch. I felt as if I was being drawn to him today, well, more than I usually was.

"Smithers…" His soft voice cut through my musings and I turned to look at him. "I'm done with the paper now." I reached out and took the newspaper from his hand, my fingers accidently brushing against his. I shivered at the contact, his little gasp doing nothing to still my rapidly beating heart. It felt as if my heart had burst in my chest. Such a brief contact shouldn't have made me act this way, but I was deeply in love with this man, and any contact with him made me feel like this. I felt my cheeks heat up slightly and I reluctantly pulled away from him, feeling my heart constrict painfully at the loss. I had to swallow several times before I could speak.

"S-sorry, sir." I muttered, not feeling sorry at all and wanting to touch him more. He said something, but I couldn't hear it over the beating of my own heart. "I…should get back to work now…" I said softly, turning away and completely missing the hurt look on his face as I headed back to my office. I sat heavily in my chair, my hand clenching my shirt as I tried to keep from crying. 'I…don't know how much I can take of this! This pain in my chest just seems to get worse as the years go by, soon I won't be able to keep my feelings hidden from him. I love him so much, it hurts to be so near him and not be able to voice my feelings for him.' Eventually I knew I would snap and spill this secret that I'd kept for so many years. I forced this heartache on myself though, I couldn't tell Mr. Burns how I felt about him. The older man would never feel that way about me, even if I wasn't a man. He'd raised me when I was younger, and when I came to work with him, he only saw me as an employee, maybe a friend, but nothing more. 'And he never will…' I thought sadly.

When I had realized my feelings for the much older man, I had suppressed my feelings, driven them into the deepest part of my heart. I tried to stop loving him, but it was too hard! There were times when I almost did stop, those times when he had yelled so fiercely at me, reducing me to tears, or to drinking or smoking. But then he'd do something incredibly kind, or say something nice, just a word here or there and I'd forgive him and fall back into the same routine again. If he would just stop being so kind to me, maybe I could move on and stop loving him! But the problem was, I didn't want to stop loving him either, even though it hurts to love him. I'd love him no matter what he said or did.

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It was time to head home for the night. This part of the day always made me incredibly nervous. So much alone time with him…just seemed so intimate, especially with how I helped him around the house. I drove Monty home, and we both were relatively silent. I made him dinner, cutting up his food for him. I sat next to him and ate the food, not even tasting it. I let myself run on auto-pilot, concentrating too hard on keeping my feelings locked away to bother with much of anything.

"Are you alright, Smithers? You're awfully quiet tonight." Monty said suddenly, my head rose to look at him. I had to swallow the lump in my throat as the concern on his face rendered me incapable of speaking for a minute.

"Yes, I'm fine, sir." I managed to whisper softly.

"Alright then." He replied, dropping his napkin on his plate. I took care of the dishes then walked with Monty up to his room. I helped him out of his clothes, and helped him into his pajama's, but found my fingers stumbling on the buttons of his shirt. My hands trembled and my heart was beating painfully hard in my chest. 'Damn! What's wrong with me today? I've never had this much trouble dealing with my feelings for him before!' My eyebrows scrunched together and my mouth slid into a thin line of concentration as my eyes narrowed on the buttons. When my fingers failed to slid the button into the hole for a fourth time, Monty finally had enough. "I'll get it, Smithers." He muttered, his hands trying to pry mine off his shirt.

"No no, I've got it!" I argued, keeping my fingers locked in the cloth. He frowned at me and tugged at my hands, but failing to remove them with his weak physical strength. Finally he began stepping back, my fingers were still locked in his shirt and I just followed him. Grumbling something under his breath, Monty walked faster. I didn't know what I was doing, but I kept following him until he suddenly tripped on his feet. I gripped his shirt tighter and moved closer, holding him up, but my feet tangled together which caused both of us to fall to the floor. I heard Monty wince as his head hit the wood. His hands were gripping my shoulders lightly and my fingers were still curled in his shirt. It felt as if my heart had stopped beating as I looked down at his bare chest and his slightly pink cheeks. My breathing was hard, every breath ached as my heart beat painfully against my ribs, and I found myself unable to move.

"Smithers…" I heard his voice come softly from beneath me and felt my mouth go dry at the deepness of it. "Are you going to get off me sometime tonight?" He asked in a slightly amused voice. I blinked quickly, feeling hurt drive itself deep into my heart. 'This isn't affecting him as much as it is me…' I thought sadly. I forced my fingers to unclench and slowly sat up. I stood up and helped him to his feet. I kept my fingers wrapped around his warm smooth hand as he straightened himself. He extricated his hand from my grasp and I flushed slightly, dropping my arm to my side. I turned my face away as he began doing up the buttons on his shirt. After a few grumbled expletives from Monty, I finally felt calm enough to move closer and help him. I deftly slid the buttons into the proper holes, my fingers only trembled a little this time.

"There we are, sir. Now, let's get you into bed." I murmured softly before leading him to his large bed. I tucked Monty in, feeling strangely about the whole day. 'God, how much of an idiot can I be? If he was more observant, he'd notice how strangely I've been acting around him today! I have to be more careful…' I straightened and glanced down at him. "Goodnight, sir." I told him softly, glancing away from him. I started to walk away, when his fingers suddenly grasped my wrist.

"Waylon…would you please…stay with me tonight…" I heard his soft voice say from behind me as his fingers tightened slightly.

Tbc

Yay for cliffhangers! And for the continuation of this particular part, you'll have to wait for the third chapter! Muahahahaha! I'm so evil! Let me know what you think of this so far! XD

The second chapter I should be able to finish and post it tomorrow, so keep your eyes open for it! XD