Okay so in this story, warlocks are pretty common. They hang among humans and are hired to do specific tasks for them. James is a warlock and Kendall is a normal human. The name of this story came from the song 'I'll Be There For You' by The Rembrandts. You know, the 'Friends' theme song?

ENJOY!

"Kendall!" James called, placing the black taffeta top hat atop his chestnut hair. "Darling, we're going to be late, hurry up! And try to find the shirt with the least amount of holes in it!" He snatched up his cane, tilting the hat at an angle and straightening his vest.

A snap of his fingers and his nails were suddenly neat and manicured. He smiled, content with himself.

"Kendall, I was already late getting ready because of that stupid bald guy that kept us back on 35th street. I can't really help his bald problem, now hurry-" He spun around and stopped short, eyes growing to immeasurable size. "Up."

Kendall was leaning against the doorway to the bathroom, clad from head to toe in brown leather, his vest, his pants and his cowboy boots. His hair was slicked back out of his face, a cowboy hat holding it in place, a few pieces hanging in his face.

James swallowed hard, just staring, lips parted slightly. "He-hello."

"Hey," Kendall smiled shyly. James was slowly moving toward him without realizing it, his hazel eyes lingering on the blond boy's body with predator-like desire and lust.

"G-good God, darling you…you look so…wow," he breathed. Kendall blushed a little. James was pressing against him, his lips just a breath away.

"James, we're going to be late," Kendall said. James kissed him deeply. "Ba- babe, we've gotta go!"

"We can be fashionably late."

"We were fashionably late a half hour ago! Now we're just rude." James moaned, whining. Kendall held his face, trying not to get riled up himself. "James, I promise we can play rodeo when we get back, okay? All night long, but you're going to lose a lot of clients if you don't show up to this thing."

James flushed for a moment, a surge of what could only be described as burning passion, desire and excitement rushing through him like lightning. He kissed him again.

"James!"

"Alright, alright!" He backed away, gasping. "God you're so fucking sexy right now." Kendall kissed his cheek.

"So are you. Now let's go." James frowned.

"You're not one to mingle, why are you so excited to go?"

"Because I want to get it over with," he admitted. James smiled, snatching up his cane.

"Well I can't wait to show you off," he grinned. Kendall looked him up and down appreciatively.

"You're the sexiest magician I've ever seen."

"I'm the sexiest magician anyone's ever seen. Your opinion just so happens to be the only one that matters," he smirked. "Now, let's go."

"Wow, James wasn't kidding."

"He's so cute!"

"I didn't think that humans could be anything but intimidating and annoying."

"What was his name again? Kevin? Caleb?"

"Kendall."

"Ignore them, darling," James whispered, mouth next to his ear, wrists hooked around his waist. The lights flashed, the music blared, all things unfamiliar to the wide-eyed, self conscious angel attached to him.

"Why is everyone staring at me?"

"Because this is the first time in like, a gazillion years that a human has been invited to my All Hallows Eve party," he explained. Kendall nodded.

"Oh, okay."

"You're also the most beautiful thing to ever grace my arms since then as well." He softly kissed his ear, swaying his hips back and forth, securing Kendall's to the beat when needed.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I'm not used to dancing like this." James smiled, kissing him.

"Just move with me, dear. Dancing is instinct, not skill."

"Then you have amazing instincts."

The song came to a close, another one starting. James grinned.

"They teach you guys how to tango?" Kendall nodded. James pulled him unbearably close.

"How about Johnny Castle tango?" Kendall frowned.

"Who?" James sighed.

"Dirty dance with me, baby."

I put a spell on you. Because you're mine.

"I feel silly," Kendall confessed.

"Just let go." He spun the boy out, bringing him in close, his face never more than a centimeter away. They moved slowly, slinking across the floor.

Kendall could barely breathe, watching James stare at him through those beautiful eyes, body moving like a large cat's, and Kendall just so happened to be the prey.

The music continued.

Ain't gonna take none of your foolin' around. I ain't gonna take none of your, puttin' me down.

James gently kissed his neck, breath soft on his skin.

I put a spell on you. Because you're mine.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" Kendall whispered shakily. James smiled, eyes locking into his very soul.

"That's my goal, gorgeous," he winked. The song ended. James dipped him low, holding his leg, thumbing his thigh. He kissed him. "You're beautiful." Kendall smiled softly up at him.

"Happy Halloween, baby." He touched his cheek when they stood up. "And Happy Birthday."

They laughed, hanging off of each other, staggering through the park without caring who heard them. Children laughed throughout the streets, ringing doorbells, collecting candy and ignoring the two young men dressed in strange costumes.

"I had more fun than I thought I would," Kendall admitted.

"Well, thank you for going," James smiled.

"Yeah, like I'm going to miss your birthday. What kind of boyfriend would that make me?" He scoffed. "I feel bad that I didn't get you anything."

James linked his fingers in his, smiling.

"Just being with you makes this the best birthday I've had in years," he said softly, hugging him. "I love you so much."

"You've never had a good birthday?"

"Until the past four months my life had been terrible. A wasted existence full of pain and bad memories. Until I met you, every birthday I've had reminded me of how condemned, how damned I was. It made me remember why my mother shot herself and why my father mercilessly beat me day in and day out. You're the reason I want to live, my love."

Kendall stared at him for a moment. Just looked in those eyes. His eyes reflected his age, a flash quick as lightning showing the pain that resided behind them. He sometimes wished that his parents hadn't found out what James was. It caused the boy too much pain and Kendall couldn't bear to see his James that broken. He smiled at him, kissing him gently.

"Well, then here's the first of many good birthdays." They moved to kiss again, but froze, each of their instincts heightened.

"You heard it too," James whispered. The boy nodded, hand reaching slowly for the pocket-knife at his hip. James always thought he was just paranoid that something would happen to him, but Kendall always kept it in case James was the one who needed the help. He did have a green belt in karate after all. He felt James's fingers prickle on his bare skin.

They came from nowhere, at least a dozen of them.

Kendall's pocket-knife was knocked from his hand and kicked far out of reach before he had time to think. His arms were restrained behind his back, held tight and viciously.

They had a handful of James's hair, five of them needed just to restrain him. They tied a sort of crooked cross made of a strange alloy around his neck. He screamed.

"James!" Kendall doubled his efforts to get away.

"Shut your fuckin' mouth, faggot," a voice hissed in his ear. James gasped for air, looking around at the men that were holding them. One stood between them, smirking at him.

"You know what that medallion does, don't you?" He chortled. James glared at him. "Takes away your powers, doesn't it? You're just a helpless little mundane now."

Kendall perked up. How did these guys know that this particular medallion drains any warlock of their power?

"Let him go," James growled. "Do whatever you want to me, I don't care. Just let Kendall go."

"Why? So he can go and get his sister and Mitchell? Little Knight can't defend himself, huh? He needs his big, bad step-brother to save him? Ha. Like always." The boy laughed along with the others. He stepped in front of him, glaring at the young teenager.

"You disgrace us," he sneered. "Destroy the name of men everywhere with your filth. You disgusting little faggot." He punched him several times in the jaw. James grunted and fought.

Kendall coughed, his head bowed, when the boy finally stopped. Blood fell from his lips. "Let James go," he coughed. "If you think I'm dishonoring you and want to hurt me for it, fine. Let James go."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? But he'd get your family too, now wouldn't he? No, both of you fags are going to die tonight. Happy fucking Halloween."

He punched Kendall some more, hitting his ribs and his face before nodding to the others. They let him go, leaving him gagging on the ground, trying to push himself up.

The boy put his boot in his back, shoving him down, hard.

"You watch what we're gonna do to your slut," he growled, looking at James. "And you wait your turn."

The humans in the surrounding area heard and saw nothing. And how could they when the warlocks in the group had probably put some kind of spell around the area where they were committing this awful act. No one heard the screams or saw the blood. Agony rested on deaf ears, jeers and slurs nothing in the wind.

The rain poured and the boys left.

Two bloody, naked, bruised and broken bodies remained, one holding the other, shielding him from the freezing rain that would surely kill them both on this frozen night.

They were all alone, the only source of comfort was the other, and knowing they would at least be dying together.

They both had one thing on their minds and wished they could tell the other:

I'll be there for you.

So?

Talk to me.

What do you think?

Best Regards,

Lacey