I had this poll on my profile for a yaoi saints row pairing. You all may have thought that my MattxO.C pairing was the surprise pairing, but no... It's this one.

"You sure you don't wanna go to TeeNaay?"

"Yeah Boss, I'm sure."

Johnny had invited Boston to the house that he and Aisha shared... Well, they used to share it. That changed when she died. He called Boston over so he could try and see if the vodka loving red head could give him the kick he needed to go back to shooting cops. He went upstairs for a short while before coming back down with a bueque of flowers.

"I'm goin' to Aisha's grave for a while."

With that said he opened the door to leave. He was surprised to find Carlos Mendoza at the door, getting ready to ring the door bell.

"Hey Johnny. The Boss is here right?"

"Yeah. Make yourself at home, I'll be back."

"You're going to Aisha's grave?"

"Yeah, why?"

Carlos handed him a red rose.

"Will lay give this to her for me? I'd do it, but I need to talk to the Boss about something."

Johnny took the red rose and nodded before driving off to the cemetery. Carlos walked into the house, locking the door behind him. He stared at the red headed leader of the Saints before walking over to sit with him. Well, he didn't sit with him. He sat on him. He sat on Bostons lap before kissing his lips. Boston smirked when the kiss ended.

"Good to see you too Carlos."

Carlos chuckled and gave Boston a peck on the lips. Carlos got off of Bostons lap and sat on the seat next to him. For a while there was nothing but silence between them. Not even the sound of them breathing was heard. What was heard, was the sound of their hearts beating for eachother. They kept their relationship a secret, upon Bostons request. Why? Because he was scared. That's right. The usually fearless leader of the 3rd street Saints was afraid. Most of the citizians of Stilwater weren't exactly kind to homosexuals.

At first he thought it would be no big deal, he could take whatever the hateful people of Stilwater would throw at him. Until one day he saw the channel 6 news. A man was beaten to death. The report he did it because the man he beat was gay. That day, we wasn't scared for his own safety. He was scared for Carlos'. He himself could take a good punch but he'd never forgive himself if someone even layed a finger on his lover. When he told Carlos about wanting the relationship to be a secret, Carlos took it the wrong way and thought he was ashamed of him. When Boston explained himself, he understood and hesitantly agreed on their now secret love. Right now, the only person who knew they were lovers was Johnny. Johnny didn't really care about their relationship.

"You got your thing, I got mine."

Those were his words.

Boston looked at the man he loved and remembered the first time they met. Boston fell for him as soon as he looked into his chocolate brown eyes. At first he thought it was just a crush and waited for it to pass, but as time passed he had the chance to hang out with him and get to know the real Carlos Mendoza. He didn't do anything when he finally realized he loved him. He didn't know if Carlos was straight or not. He sighed, remembering the day Carlos said he loved him back. He's never been so shocked or happy.

"So you told Johnny you wanted to talk. You got something on the Brotherhood?"

"Not really. I-"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"Look, I tried everything I could. What was I supposed to do?"

"You're givin' me the same shit you gave me before I poisoned Maero's ink. I told you once, I'll tell you again. TRY HARDER."

Carlos flinched at his tone.

"There has to be something you got. And the fact that they like drugs and tattoos don't count."

"Then I got nothin'."

"What a shock."

Bostons voice dripped with sarcasm. Carlos let his gaze fall to the ground. Boston sighed. He could never stand it when his boyfriend did that. Boston always wonders if he does it because of his low self esteem or to get him to go easy on his ass.

"Carlos, you know I love you but I can't keep waitin' to hit the Brotherhood like this. I can't just fuck with them out of no where."

"You did that before."

"I know. And what happened? The Brotherhood captured you, tied you to the back of a truck and dragged you around the streets. Thank God I was able to get you to a hospital before you bled out."

"Boston-"

"Boston nothing. Look, I know you're trying hard but it isn't enough. We already got rid of the Ronin and the sons of Samedi. We need to hit these Brotherhood assholes and hit them hard. And you ain't helping."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I want you give up your job as one of my lieutanants."

Carlos stood up and started down at Boston, a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"You're demoting me!?"

"Yeah, I am."

Carlos couldn't believe what he was hearing. He worked hard on getting what he could. He worked hard on everything he did for the Saints and Boston was demoting him from lieutenant to grunt.

Boston stood up and headed to the kitchen, Carlos following.

"C'mon man, give me another shot. I'll get something on the Brotherhood, I promise!"

Boston scoffed.

"I haven't heard that one before."

"One more chance, Boston! That's all I need."

Boston grabbed a beer from the fridge and drank some of it before talking to Carlos again.

"No. If you want your position back, you have to earn it. Until then, you're gonna be at the bottom. Like your brother used to be."

Boston leaned against the kitchen table and downed the rest of the beer. Carlos' heart sank at the mention of his dead brother. Carlos looked into Bostons eyes and gave a sly grin. He fell to his knees in front of his lover.

"C-Carlos what hell are you doin'?"

Carlos started unbottoning Bostons jeans.

"Earning back my position."

Yeah, this is gonna be a two-shot... See you next chapter.

Love, Ki-sama