A/N Hello everyone, so this is my first attempt at writing fan fiction, so please read and review and i hope you like it.

I would just like to say a huge thankyou to everyone on DS as im a lurker around those areas and i have to say that it is because of them that i thought to write about the wonderful Brendan Brady haha

Warnings : it contains slight spoilers and a mention of Noah *boooooo*

Brendan POV:

My brain just wouldn't switch of as I lay here in my lonely bed. It had been a couple of months since I snapped at young Stephen, hitting him again. I just couldn't help myself, he had pushed me too far and although I had managed to regain control in the past this time I just couldn't. Not after him pressuring me into moving. And to Brighton for fucks sake. Capital of queerville. And then with the arrival of Peter it all just got too much and when Stephen was yelling in my ears and not shutting that mouth of his I just snapped.

As he had said himself, I had had my last chance and no matter what I did from then on it just wasn't enough. The next day he had quit working at Chez Chez without any explanation to poor Cheryl and started working at Look Sharpe with that gap-toothed kid Noah. I could tell straight away that Noah had a thing for Stephen. I should have seen it coming really. Should have expected that they would get together at some point. Didn't think it would be so soon mind. Within two weeks of Stephen working there I saw them together on a date walking hand in hand along the street without a care in the world. It made my blood boil and you know what made it worse. Noah and the fucking lads lived right next door to me and Chez, so now not only would I see them in the street but I would run into Stephen as he left the flat with that smug smile on his face after getting some.

It is because of these close living conditions that I come to be in the position that I am in now, you would think that with the rent that me and Chez are paying here that the walls would be thick enough to not here next door. As I hear the unmistakeable sounds of a bed banging rhythmically against the wall nearest mine I just hope that it isn't who I think it is.

"Steeee" groans a voice through the wall, my anger starts to rise as I try and think of ways to stop this torture. Maybe I can do a Van Gogh and cut my ears off anything to stop my heart from being twisted painfully as I fought not to here the person that means so much to me have sex with another man. I could cope when it was Rae, I knew it wasn't the same; I was the only one that had been inside Stephen. The only one that had made him feel as good as he did. But now I didn't know who was on top, I couldn't imagine Stephen being there in control of Noah he just wasn't like that.

As the moans got louder, and the banging increased I thought about the times that it had been me pounding into him, staring into those lusty eyes that he does so well. The times when they was nothing else in the world but the two of us together. I could tell that Noah at least was nearing the edge, his grating groans filling my room, yet the usually vocal Stephen I couldn't tell he was quiet with only the soft moans every now and again. I could only hope that this was because he wasn't enjoying it that I had left such a impression on him that sex would never be the same for him again.

Just as I'm about to go and get myself my trusty bottle of whiskey, i hear one of the best things I have heard in a long time,

"AHHH BRENDAN!" now that sounds more like the Stephen I know. I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips when the scraping of wood against the floor suddenly stops, only to be replaced by a shout of,

"What the fuck Ste! You said you were over him, that you wanted to be with me,"

"I I I do Noah stop will ya! You know I want to be with you, I didn't mean it I didn't know what I was saying!"

Oh now this was getting good, as I sat up listening intently to the argument, knowing that it was me, that Stephen had screamed my name as he came. That he wasn't over me at all. That yes I still had a chance. My thoughts turn back to the argument as Noah shouts,

"You know what Ste, go find Brendan or go home whatever I don't care we're through,"

I can hear Noah's bedroom door slam shut as I spring into action and swiftly run down the stairs and open my front door just in time to see Noah push Stephen out of his front door and leave him struggling to put his tatty jacket on and start to set off in the direction of the council estate he calls home. Just as he is about to walk away I couldn't resist myself as I smirked after him and he froze at the sound of my voice,

"Having fun Stephen,"

A/N : So that's it, please let me know what you think of it xxx