Twenty-five year old Declan Coyne made his way past the long line of men waiting to get into the club. With a single nod to the bouncer he made his way towards the pounding music scanning each face and quietly analyzed how well his night would go. He passed judgment on each man he passed; too tall, too short, too weird, dances too much like an ape, too much eyelner, looks too much like him. As the last disqualification registered he did a double take but couldn't find where he'd just been looking. To distract himself he made his way towards the nearest, most promising candidate. In under six years he had perfected his technique interrupting whatever the target was doing, he eventually introduced alcohol until he got the guy against the wall before moving on and repeating the process until he was drunk enough to drag one of them home
Declan found one who would do and who came along willingly. Quickly clothes were cast aside and the unnamed man was pushed on to the bed and his mouth assaulted. He began to move away from the mouth and quickly realized his mistake as talking began to fill the air. Declan tried to ignore it until h heard, "…man, this could be perfect.:
Declan sighed, rolled off his bed partner, his mood now ruined, "And this could be over."
"What?"
"You talked," Declan explained, "I'm done. Get out."
"I can shut up." The man fumbled desperately.
"Wow, with that I'm instantly horny again." Came the sarcastic response as Declan rolled out of bed, grabbed his guest's shirt. Taking a seat he watched the other guy tae the hint.
"Everything you said at the club?"
"Lies." He over-enunciated.
The blonde began to get angry, "You now you're pretty messed up."
"Yet I'm not the one who'll be leaving a stranger's apartment at two o'clock in the morning."
There was another muffled response and the slam of the front door before Declan was alone again. Laying back he stared at the digital clock for a few moments the date taunting him from the corner. Grabbing the cell phone off the bedside table he dialed a familiar number. The phone rang before the tired voice came across the other end, "Declan, what do you want?"
He let a single laugh, "Always to the point. Can I talk to my sister?"
He heard the reluctant sigh, the voice of his future brother-in-law informing Fiona that he's on the phone.
Before he can say anything she starts, "Yes, I sent it. Yes, I talked to the bank. And if we have to go through this every year I'm going to unplug our land lines and turn off our cells whenever this day rolls around. Get some sleep. We'll be there at eight."
"And tell him his nightly conquest better be gone before we get there. I don't want a repeat..." Adam's voice complained from the back ground.
"Good night, Declan." With that she hung up the phone leaving Declan to stare at the cell in his hand before tossing it back where it belong. He delayed listening to Fiona's order to sleep to take a shower and wash off the night. He knew that when they arrived in the morning they would ask the same inevitable questions about how he was currently living his life and he would answer with same inevitable answrers, the same disquised synonyms for the fact that he didn't really know himself. Seven years ago, he knew exactly what he was doing and he had even dared to have laid a plan for his life; had everything he had ever wanted. Briefly his hand lingered over the scar that discolored his lower abdomen, and he was quietly reminded of the answers he tried to ignore.
Twenty-five year old Riley Stavros was jarred from sleep by the growing cannonball that was his son.
"Dad, wake up!"
Riley groaned and tried to roll over only to be met with another plea, "Come on dad, you said we could go out and get breakfast today."
Relentling the older man opened his eyes and smiled, "Why? What's so special about today? I think we should just stay here and make some oatmeal."
"Daaaad." The curly mopped blonde was well aware his father was joking. "It's my birthday."
"Really?" Riley laughed as he sat up, "That's today?"
He was suddenly being pulled out of bed and pushed into the bathroom. After telling the now eight year old to go get ready himself he hopped in the shower and began getting ready. Parental reflection took over as he was left with his own thoughts. Eight years. It had been eight years since he had gotten pregnant in high school. He hated to sound cliche, but it did feel like yesterday since he was disowned by his father for being a gay, pregnant teenage boy. A lot had happened since then, and there had been times he had questioned why somethings had happened, but stepping out the shower, he knew he was content with where he had ended up. Reaching for box labeled 'Towels' that had been unceremoniously dumped in the middle of the tile floor he could hear the doorbell to the apartment door.
"Only answer it if you know who it is." He shouted.
"I know, Dad." Came Kyle's retort as he ran to answer. Riley heard the door open and his son shout back, "It's Zane." Followed by an exchange of hello's and a happy birthday.
"I'm just getting out of the shower I'll be ready in ten." He hollered and ignored the retort from his boyfriend that he really meant twenty. "Can you make sure Ky is ready?"
He heard his son, "I did that on my own."
Riley could almost feel the eye roll from the bathroom, but he knew better, "Shirt matches short?"
"Yep."
"Shoes match? Hair comb?" They had a deal that the younger Stavros could keep the ball of curls if took care of it, and from the reply Kyle had kept his end of the bargained. Surprised his father accepted this fact before it dawned on him, "Fresh pair of underwear?"
The groan told him he had guessed right, and Riley made it out just in time to greet his boyfriend before his son made it out. "How are you?"
"Good to have you nearby again. Need help unpacking later?"
Riley smiled at the suggestive face.
The two were interuppted by Kyle scurrying out of his new room, "Okay, I'm ready, let's go."
Riley pulled apart, "Alright. Alright." He grabbed his wallet and keys. "Let's go." He opened the door only to be stopped by a familiar face. Riley's face darkened, "Peter."
So, you guys asked for it. And I just sent the last of my 'Emmerdale' fic off to the beta, so as promised this is being posted. Now, I'm often weary of of sequels, but this was already in my head and pretty much written around chapter 10 or so of 'Connection' so I really couldn't just leave it be. It has been tweaked to include Zane, Anya, and Adam. I'm still working out jobs for everyone although I'm pretty sure of a couple. So, if you have suggestions, send them my way.
I hope you guys keep up the awesome responses that 'Connection' got, can't wait to hear from you. I'm also working on a new Degrassi story (its an AU current cast ensemble piece) that will hopefully be posted with in the next week or two, so keep an eye out for that.
Review, please!
ooh, and before I forget: I don't own Degrassi (not like I could really forget that) and just in case some one's missed it, this does contain SLASH, and mentions of MPREG
