Hiya, time for Chapter 3! This is a slower chapter, and again, I find it's more like a script (which I don't like for my personal writing). Mostly it's James and Kendall's character interactions and how their relationship is developing, so yah, slow. This definitely isn't one of my faves, grrr... The writing is just- grr, haha!

And I'm sorry if there are multiple errors. My head is pounding to much to edit properly, but my stubborness is acting up so I need to post it :p If the interactions and 'thoughts' are jumbled and difficult to figure out who's talking, I'm sorry. I tried to edit, but I'm not sure how well I did :p

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A thundering night passed the downtown part of LA. Pouring raindrops smacked against the ground violently. The abandoned posters filled to the brim with political jargon were destroyed against the pavement.

In an underground pub during the brutal night, was where the meeting of the revolutionaries took place. The Thirsty Duck, where lighting was dim, and people were boisterous. The known group would be unseen by the untrained eye. The noise level was almost unbearable, as public alcohol consumption usually heightened during desperate times, so they would not be heard by various, rumour-making civilians.

It had been less than 24 hours since Kendall visited the Diamond Mansion (*ahem* Skyscraper). His letter about their next meeting came in the mail earlier that morning.

Kendall was expected to return to the Diamond Mansion/Skyscraper in exactly two days.

Kendall made sure to keep his group of idealists small. If there were too many revolutionaries, differentiating ideas might cause problems. Kendall, himself, was a pacifist. He liked to stay quiet on the sidelines, and jump in full force when needed and only when needed. Many other frustrated beings felt that force and violence was the only way to overthrow the government. That specific idea was something Kendall was definitely against. He wanted to remain civilized about the entire ordeal.

Was that so wrong?

Throughout all of his thoughts, the apparent silence was creating an awkward tension throughout the rest of the group.

It was broken suddenly, by the oldest revolutionary of the group. Even being the oldest, he was only 22 years old, having already completed his time in the Military.

"We need to get Diamond out of presidency now. People are starting to get restless. Did you hear what they did to the Air Base the other night? 3 helicopters were destroyed and 5 were left dead. We need to do something now." Dak Zevon spoke, fingers pointing and striking the air with each point he made.

Logan looked at Carlos, who in return glanced at a solemn Kendall.

When moments passed and no one followed up on the conversation, Dak decided to take it into his own hands yet again.

"And they have a good reason to be restless. There is an imbalance between what we have, and what we know can get. If that's not a good enough reason to even think of planning a coup d'état, let alone a revolution, I don't know what is. And want to know something? We are sitting here, in a noisy ass pub, eating food and talking. We are not helping our cause at all, nor have we for the past couple months. Why are we not doing anything?" He whispered viciously across the table.

Kendall ignored whatever was previously said. He didn't like where that conversation was headed, so he needed to change the topic, now. They were in too much of a public place to be discussing such matters. Which, if Kendall wasn't lying to himself, was the exact reason as to why he chose the public outing.

He glanced at the table, sighing. "President Diamond believes that I fell for his tactics, that I fell for everything he's offering and that I'm slowly going to stop the rebels. That, of course, isn't the case, but I'm going to keep up the act. Y'know, get as close to President Diamond and his family as I can. If I can gain their trust I might be able to find out some secrets that could help us out later on. Since I'm still a threat, President Diamond is going to keep inviting me over for daily or weekly meetings. That is what I have deciphered so far."

Logan automatically tore a piece of his cod and stuck it into his mouth, chewing it gently. Cod was a rarity now a days, he had to savour the amazing food.

"So, by tactics, I'm guessing you met the Diamond kid?" The raven haired boy asked with a mouth full of fish.

Carlos let out a giggle as he leaned in closer to Kendall. The zealous boy jumped up and down in his chair, smiling giddily for the response. On the other side of Kendall, the only other revolutionary of the group, Dak Zevon, mimicked Carlos' prior movements and leaned in closer to Kendall, obviously lacking the excitement that Carlos held.

Kendall just stared with a blank expression at Logan, blinking an infamous amount of times before answering.

"Swallow your food before you speak." He scowled.

Logan instantly bit his lip, giving the 'Leader' his best 'Really?' face. He grabbed another, larger piece of cod, shoving it into his mouth. "Did you meet the kid or not?" Logan asked, making sure he spread his lips wide enough so Kendall could see all the chewed up contents.

The blond shuddered in disgust. "Ya, Logan, I met the kid. And you won't believe it, he's with us. The youngest Diamond agrees with us on the revolution."

All the people at the table had to hold onto their jaws, just to keep them from falling to the floor in shock. Partly from finding out that the youngest Diamond was in fact, a boy, and partly because of the obvious reason in Kendall's sentence.

The youngest Diamond really believed in their cause?

"No way. Dude, thats- That's great!" Carlos exclaimed, flinging his hands into the air and forcing the blond into a one-sided bear hug.

"Ya, it is!" Dak followed in suite.

Logan, tired of teasing Kendall, swallowed the cod and leaned back into the seat, an idea popping into his head as to how the recent news could be useful to them.

"He can come handy." Logan said thoughtfully.

They all watched as Kendall's small smile dropped from confusion. "... Wha-?"

"Think about it." Logan said, getting excited over his ingenious plan. "He's President Diamond's tool, the power behind all of the President's operations. Without him, our nation is practically nothing. He has to know a lot about the families secrets. Planned attacks, maps, codes. Kendall, this is great!"

"Wait, what are you getting at." Kendall asked almost fearful of his friend's response.

"It's simple. He already agrees with us, so all you have to do is get him to trust you, create a faux friendship for a bit, learn some secrets that can help our cause, and bada bing bada boom, revolution is over and the civilians win!"

Kendall nodded at the plan. He liked most of it, just not the creating of a faux friendship with James. That just didn't seem right, especially after how the last meeting went with the boy.

"Then what happens after that?"

Logan answered as soon as Kendall's question was asked, as if the raven haired boy was expecting it. "Execute the Diamond family and everyone who followed them." He finished his sentence with a slam of his fist against the table, a prideful smile smudging his usually desolate face.

Kendall's overly large eyebrows shot up. "Including the kid?" He had to use all of his self control not to yell with a mixture of angst, fear and anger.

"Of course the kid! He's part of the Diamond family. After we need him, he won't be of use to society anymore. All he knows what to do is let people fuck him. We use him for our little plan, and throw him away once he's washed up. Simple as that!"

Kendall shook his head.

No. No. No. He couldn't let that happen. That wasn't going to happen. "Logan- he's a person-"

Kendall was interrupted immediately by the angered teen seated on the opposite side of the table. "Ya, well so are the thousands of other people dying daily from over-exhaustion, starvation, disease, you name it. And it's all under the Diamond regime. That's why we need to get back at the entire Diamond family, otherwise it wouldn't be fair. So many people have died for no reason. And that isn't fair to us, our people, our friends, the deceased, our famili-"

Logan bit his lip, almost to the point where it was near bleeding. He had to stop himself. Collect his thoughts before he would say something he'd regret.

He could feel himself trembling in anger. Shaking his head and sighing, he lifted himself up in his seat.

Kendall glanced at the haunting eyes of his best friend of almost 14 years. Kendall tried to get his voice heard once again. "Fine. But James-"

"It's closure, Knight. We won't need the Diamond kid after using him to get to the families secrets. He's going to die, either way. Get used to it."

"... Then we're no better than President Diamond himself" Kendall whispered softly as he watched Logan swiftly leave the underground pub in pure rage.

The boy was usually able to calm himself before he turned angry as a bull when they see red. He was usually in complete control, so it threw Kendall off when the older boy threw a fit.

Carlos immediately glanced at Kendall worriedly, large dark brown eyes portraying all fearful, sad, and sympathetic emotions the boy held.

"He's right, you know?" Carlos murmured gently, lifting himself from his seat and leaving.

Dak was to only one who remained in his chair, neither sparing a single glance for the disappearing revolutionaries or at the blond currently lost in thought.

Dak picked up Logan's abandoned piece of cod, throwing it into his mouth and swallowing it almost whole.

Kendall was a good person. He couldn't do that to James. Even if they had just met today and the kid tried to fuck him at first, he was a good guy. He was just lonely and needed a friend.

... If he thought about it, Kendall and James really weren't that different. They were both alone, needed friends, and put into a situation that was against their control. Both boys didn't want to be in their situation.

James didn't deserve the treatment he was given. He didn't deserve the plan that Logan was about to set out for him.

It wasn't his fault that he was born a Diamond, he just was.

But, it wasn't the civilians faults that they were born poor, they just were.

If they won the revolution, then Logan was right; The entire Diamond family and their following of High-Borns would have to go.

Closure.

Kendall felt his heart pound against his chest.

What was he going to do?


"So, Kendall!" President Diamond began excitedly. "I understand that you are an excellent player of hockey, am I correct?"

Kendall let a fake smile appear on his face. He had to keep up the lack luster, dry and unresponsive ways that he answered questions about the revolution. He couldn't let President Diamond know that the rebellion was still going to happen eventually. "I wouldn't say I'm excellent, but I definitely know how to rush a net."

"Of course, you would be one to be modest. My oldest son Jett plays hockey. I'm sure he'd love to play you a game of one-on-one. Only if you're interested, of course." President Diamond said with his creepy yet genuine smile.

The smile was of pure white teeth, wide and blaring towards Kendall. It was reminiscent to that of all High-Borns, so Kendall had no idea why the President's always seemed to send shivers running down his back.

"I'd love to." Kendall agreed quickly.

"Great! How about now?" President Diamond said, taking Kendall's plate of the unfinished Apple Pie away from him.

"Umm, you know, I'm a bit full. Maybe next time? What I would love to do is... umm- maybe visit your son. James, was it? I had such a great time the other day. He just has a way with words. And o-of course, it will be merely for professional reasons."

"Say no more" The President responded, smile growing even wider.

More shivers were sent down Kendall's back.

"It's 2:05, he should be done with his daily work schedule by now." President Diamond glanced at Brad the Butler from across the room. Kendall followed his gaze, and watched as Brad nodded his head, never moving an inch from his position at the door.

Wouldn't that job get boring after awhile? Kendall mused.

"Perfect! He's in his room waiting for you. I'm sure you know how to get there, or would you like Brad our Butler to help you out again?"

Kendall scowled. Ever since he first saw Brad underneath of a gasping James, Kendall couldn't help but want to hurt him. He couldn't even look his way without wanting to knock the poor guy out.

Kendall didn't know why he had this feeling. He had always been a protector of sorts. Helping other's was just in his nature.

But Brad never really did anything wrong.

Y'know, he just shoved two fingers into James' ass without any lubrication and hurt the kid, is all.

"I'm sure I can find my way." Kendall answered with a smirk.

It took Kendall a solid 20 minutes before finding James' room and entering it.

The brunet was in a deep sleep on the couch, hidden beneath a flowing blanket. His bangs were stuck to his face, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he slept.

There was a slight sweaty sheen across his tanned skin, Kendall noticed.

He looked completely at peace. Hell, Kendall even noticed the tiny smile that was eased onto his lips.

The blond could feel his heart almost break into two. The plan was to use the kid. It could seriously break him, and then the tiny grin that he wore when he slept could shatter and disappear completely.

Shaking his thoughts away, Kendall decided he had to wake the boy up. How would he ever find out information if the beauty was asleep.

... Beauty? As in short form for 'Beautiful'? Did Kendall really just think that?

Shit.

"James" Kendall whispered, closing and locking the door behind him.

"James-" He lulled gently.

The pretty (not beautiful) boy shifted, eyes beginning to search for the sound that had awoken him.

"K-kendall? You're here already? What time is it!" If he hadn't just woken up, Kendall knew that he would be panicking for over sleeping right now.

"Hey, it's fine." Kendall said softly.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, James began moving his blanket out of the way, making room for Kendall to sit.

"Are you going to try to jump me again if I sit down?" Kendall asked, making sure to lick his lips provocatively.

Maybe it would be easier to find out information while sleeping with kid, instead of trying to create a (false) friendship with him.

That way Kendall wouldn't get hurt.

In the deep recesses of his mind, the blond knew he couldn't do that. He couldn't do that to James. If he let himself admit it, he also knew deep down that he didn't want to have sex with the kid either.

If there was no love involved, what was the point?

James flinched, his body freezing in place. He looked up meekly through widened eyes.

He was scared. "I th-thought you said we were starting from scratch, that we were forgetting what happened before. You know, try the friend method?..." James' voice, so small, growing even quieter to an almost silent tone by the end.

With the answer that Kendall was hoping for deep deep down, he took the open seat on the couch obligingly.

James smiled lightly.

"So, I take it that you told my Dad that we... um, did things?" James asked, still fearful that Kendall would take back what he said before and decide that he wanted to just be fuck buddies.

The blond stared at James, absolutely focused on how the boy blushed and bit his lip, how wide his hazel eyes were. How his hands were fidgeting with the side of the blanket.

If Kendall knew the boy better, he would have pulled him into a protective hug until he felt better. Because right now, the kid looked almost ready to break, and Kendall did not like that.

"Kind of." Kendall responded. This response obviously did nothing to help James' oncoming anxiety attack. "I inferred it more than anything. I just said that I thoroughly enjoyed my time with you, that you were very interesting, and I loved hearing your thoughts on our entire ordeal. Your opinions really helped me see a different perspective."

James gasped comically, hands dropping the corner of the blanket. "You actually said all that?"

"Word for word." Kendall replied with a grin. He slung his hand over the back of the couch, crossing his legs. The squishiness of the leather moved along with Kendall's body, surrounding his sides and comforting him.

Oh yeah, he could get used to this.

Realizing that Kendall Knight wasn't about to lie to him, James settled back underneath the blanket, finally relaxing. He stretched his feet outward, almost hitting the blond's side.

"So, Kendall-" He asked, completely oblivious to his prior movements that Kendall now could not stop thinking about. "- we talked a lot about me last time, what about you? I want to hear more about the life that Kendall Knight lives. Let's start off with a simple question... What's your favorite movie?"

Without missing a beat, Kendall answered – "Avatar."

Now it was James' turn to cock his head in confusion, having never heard of the film prior to this visit. "Never heard of it."He said without emotion.

"It's pretty old. Almost 70 years, I think? Something like that-" Kendall mumbled. "It's about this man who, for scientific and personal reasons, becomes an Avatar, which are these large, blue native-American-like beings. They're very reserved, and live by the land. But Human's are on their planet, trying to inhabit it and use its resources for money. The man, at first, becomes an Avatar to find out information to use against the Avatars and to help man-kind, but he slowly begins to fall in love. With the way of life and a girl, or course. Because every movie needs a love interest-"

"Shawshank Redemption doesn't." James spoke swiftly, breaking Kendall's train of thought. He let out a giggle when the blond glared at him.

"Getting past that; He turns against the humans and begins a rebellion of sorts to stop them, leading the Avatars the entire way during the war."

James couldn't help but gleam. "It sounds like you," He said, accidently brushing his foot against Kendall's upper thigh.

And there it was, the familiar tingling sensation that both boys couldn't name but secretly liked. They froze. And, much to Kendall's hatred, James instantly retracted his foot and glanced away abashedly.

Rubbing his side, trying to re-imagine the feeling of James' foot, Kendall attempted to make the fidgeting boy comfortable again.

He had to ignore the rapid beating of his heart for at least a few moments. James was his priority, not his own stupid heart that was slamming itself against Kendall's chest frantically.

"Ya, that's probably why I like it so much. And it's action packed, which isn't a bad thing. The CGI is pretty good, nothing compared to today's standards, though."

'Sturdy sentence. No hesitation. No stutter. Job well done if I do say so myself' Kendall thought to himself.

The conversation was about nothing important, but neither boy wanted it to end. They were both interested by what the next would say.

"So, the man in Avatar had a love interest, and since the Avatar man seems to be exactly like you-'

"Nothing like me, but go on."

"Sue me, I've never seen the film. Anyways, you said he fell in love with the land and a girl. So Mr. Knight, is there a certain hottie with a body that you have your eyes on?" James asked, eyes peering into the blonds.

Kendall glanced at the glass coffee table in front of him, shaking his head.

"N-no. Not anymore at least." Kendall confided weakly. "I did date a girl for a while named Jo. She was great. She was one of those people who, when they had a problem, tackled it full on before getting up and moving on. She was one of the few who left the camps mentally stable. I mean, she had relapses where all she would do was sit in bed all day and freak out if anyone touched her, but she didn't let her memories take her down all the time. I have so much respect for her. I mean, we loved each other, we still do, but not in a normal way. It was more of a brother-sister type bond than anything, which was so weird when we kissed." He explained the situation calmly to James, watching each one of the boy's emotions.

"No one right now?" James asked.

"No one right now."

The brunet smiled to himself.

At the same time, they looked around the room, having no idea what to say next.

...The weather was nice, maybe that was a good topic opener? James had no idea, but when he glanced up at the clock, noting the time, he jumped up from his seat, momentarily forgetting his panic about conversation openers.

"Shit! You've been here for almost 20 minutes, and I haven't even offered you anything yet. I'm a terrible host! Uhm, I'm sorry! Would you like something to drink? Eat, maybe?" James offered, eyes sending Kendall silent apologies.

Kendall chuckled at the flustering brunet. "Just relax, dude. You're trying too hard. But, sure. A drink would be nice."

"Of course!" James ignored Kendall's comment about 'trying too hard, relax' and ran towards the open kitchen in a fit, flinging his head into the fridge to see what he had.

... He was very over dramatic, wasn't he?

"Well, I have orange juice, water, milk... I could make us some tea if that suits you better?" He called out, turning to look at the blond once again.

"Water sounds great, dude."

Calming down from his frenzy, James opened the nearby cupboard, grabbing two glasses.

Filling them with ice and to the brim with water, he set them aside on the counter on top of authentic coasters.

"Anything to eat?" James asked once again, trying to be as polite as possible. He really wasn't good with this whole 'friend' thing.

Kendall walked into the kitchen and settled himself against the counter in front of the glasses of water.

"Nahh, man, I'm good." He replied coolly, leaning against the counter.

James immediately closed the cupboard that held the increments of food.

Kendall wanted to gaze inside the boxes of wood, see what James had at his disposal every damn minute of the day, but if he did that, he would never stop staring.

There would probably be a puddle of drool by the time James was able to knock Kendall out his paralyzed state.

Food seemed to have that effect on Kendall.

"Alright then," James said, facing the blond with a friendly smile.

"So... what do friends talk about, exactly?" James question him.

Kendall raised one of his eyebrows. "Pretty much what we've been talking about. But, if you need help, umm, oh! What's your favorite colour?"

"Green." James shrugged.

Kendall laughed. "No way, dude. That's mine too. Umm. Next question, next question..." Kendall bit his lip as he ran through the different ideas inside his mind, fingers placing themselves against his chin. "... If you had to live with one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?"

"Spaghetti, definitely." James spoke again without a pause.

"Really? Out of all the options, you choose spaghetti?"

"Well, it's carbs, so it would keep you fat. It can be healthy... and it's sort of the best meal in the entire world and I don't think I could live without it." James said the last line quickly and without taking a breath.

Kendall's upper lip twitched with disgust, which made James laugh.

"Gross." The blond gagged.

"Alright, Knight, what would you eat?" James asked, once his laugh began to fade.

"I would eat something nutritious and could keep me alive for the rest of my life. I've heard that rice and bananas could keep you alive for a long time." The blond reminded himself of Logan when he said that. All facts and nothing fun or interesting. It was a serious question, and one not to be taken lightly... He really needed to stop spending so much time with the genius.

"S-so you'd eat rice and bananas, because of a rumour you heard?" James let out with a cute little stutter.

"Yup!"

"Well, have fun living for two months. I'll be off eating my spaghetti!"

It was Kendall's turn to burst out laughing once again. "You wouldn't be able to exercise or run around or have fun from eating all that spaghetti." He mocked evilly.

The brunet was getting flustered, and Kendall couldn't help but notice how adorable it was seeing him freak out. He was like Carlos that way, at times he was reminiscent to a giant teddy bear that you just wanted to cuddle.

Dammit, Knight. No! No giant teddy bear. No cuddling. No!

"Are you saying I'd become fat?" James asked brokenly.

"That is exactly what I'm saying." Kendall teased, poking James' arm.

James blinked a few times, mouth formed into a perfect 'O'. He placed an effeminate hand against his chest. "Just so you know, this lovely body right here," He said, eyes closed and taking a deep breath. James pointed at his flat stomach, "-is never going to be fat."

"Keep dreaming, buddy. It'll happen. One day, in the near future, you'll be fat. I can feel it."

James gasped loudly, absolutely and positively hurt by Kendall's remark. "That is not true!"

When he noticed the genuine fear that hid behind the hazel eyes, Kendall couldn't hide his laugh anymore. He burst into a fit, slamming his fist against his knee for emphasis that this was beyond hilarious.

The kid cared way too much about his appearance.

James only pouted. "Whatever..."

Kendall brought himself back up to eye level with James, wiping off a stray tear that had gotten away, "Ahhh, sorry man. You were just- you were actually scared. You should have seen your face."

James smiled half heartedly, his ego still a little hurt by Kendall's comment, but he decided to let it slide.

Both boys turned towards the counter, almost in sync with one another. Their eyes remaining on each other's facial expressions. They reached out their hands to grab the momentarily abandoned glasses of water. Without knowing it, they grabbed the same cup, hands clasping over one another.

They froze.

James could feel the heat of Kendall's palm that was so distinct and quite the opposite of the frozen glass of liquid underneath James' own hand.

And there it was. The familiar stomach flutter, rapidly beating hearts, blush and the need to touch to the other, that magically appeared from the contact.

The two boys ripped their hands away so quickly it was as though they were burned.

James, the melodramatic one of the two, even cradled his hand with his other arm, pouting.

Kendall glanced down at his shoes, eyes straying away from James.

Shit, James just ruined this. He could feel the awkwardness rising. They were supposed to be friends, and he had to go ruin it by grabbing the same glass as Kendall. He was so stupid! "You know, maybe I should just-" James tried to say, side stepping Kendall.

Kendall, realizing that the boy was trying to make a quick getaway, grabbed onto his upper arm, forcing the boy backwards.

James, however, was not expecting the sudden movement. His arm was jerked back, his upper body following quickly. He could feel his feet slipping from under him. The next thing he knew, air was rushing through his perfect hair, a sudden force knocked itself against James' falling back, and he tumbled to the ground through a dance of twists and turns.

Whatever he bumped into on the way down, was now directly on top of him, limbs entangled around limbs.

Kendall had somehow manoeuvred himself so that one arm was around James' waist, taking the brunt of the fall for the brunet's back, and the other was around his shoulder and neck, his hand covering the back of James' head.

The brunet had landed with a thud, and quickly realized that he was unharmed. He wasn't sure he could say the same for the blond's arms, though.

"Kendall?" He asked after a moments silence.

James slowly lifted his eyes open, seeing Kendall's green orbs staring back at him, barely an inch away from his own hazel ones.

James could feel the hot breath escape the blond's seemingly soft lips and tickle his own.

"... C-could you please get off me?" He whispered softly, his stutter returning as soon as his nerves hit him again.

Their lips were so close. The sound of breathing, the gleam that surrounded Kendall's forehead was making James want to close the short distance between them.

He wanted to hold onto the blond tighter than he already was now.

Wait- tighter? Ahhhh, that must be why Kendall can't get up! James quickly thought to himself. He immediately let go of the blond's waist, who in return, still wasn't lifting himself from the brunet underneath him.

Green eyes darkened, pupils dilating.

James could have sworn he could feel the smallest formation of a bulge against his upper leg.

James panicked.

"Kendall!" The boy screeched. Whatever funk Kendall had previously been in, he was now out of due to bleeding ears.

"Fuhhhh-" Kendall caught the glimpse of James squirming beneath him. "Shit, I am soooo sorry!" Kendall yelled, jumping up from his spot on top of James, and helping the other boy up with a tug to his wrists.

"It's alright" James replied sheepishly.

The awkward tension that Kendall had tried to avoid only increased.

"You know, maybe I should go..." Kendall said quickly, running a hand through his now unruly hair.

"Ya, that might be for the best." James replied softly.

Kendall nodded, never looking James in the eye. He could tell by the shuffle of James' feet that he was doing the same. Embarrassment equalled lack of eye contact. That was just one more thing Kendall seemed to share in common with James.

He tried to smile, but it quickly faded. He didn't want to waste anymore time, so Kendall dashed to the door on the far end of the room.

When he reached the large, judging piece of mahogany that was the only thing standing between Kendall and freedom from the situation, Kendall thanked James for the good time, as well as saying that he'd be back soon. James grunted in agreement.

Kendall grabbed the cold, golden door handle, twisting it.

"K-Kendall, wait! ..." James called from behind suddenly. The blond could hear the urgency and fear that the burnet was trying to contain, but was failing miserably at hiding.

"You do want to keep this strictly a friendship type of relationship right? Because, technically my duty is to please you, so if that's what you want, I have to oblige." James stated.

"No, I don't want you to have to oblige. I want to be friends with you, and only friends, James. Don't worry about that anymore. Just go with the flow and let's see where it leads us."

Every word Kendall said was true, genuine. James felt his heart flutter.

"So I can trust you then? Like, this isn't some false hope you're giving me because you feel sorry for me? Do you actually mean it?"

The blond almost let his shoulder's slump forward. Almost.

"I do mean it, James. I mean all of it."

"Okay then... Uhm, Kendall?"

"Yes, James?"

"If you want to come over here more often-" The boy was absolutely flustered. He was back to fidgeting his fingers, and shifting around on his heels. It was cute, Kendall remarked.

Trying to keep himself moving instead of turning bright red, James grabbed a flat piece of metal, lifting it towards Kendall as he moved toward the Leader.

When James was only a few feet away, Kendall grabbed the... thing. James pointed to a button on the bottom of the flattened... hunk of metal? Kendall had no idea what the thing was, but he pressed the indented button anyways.

Blue rays ignited from the bottom, and a holograph shot out. Kendall, glancing through the streams of light, tried to understand the image it was creating.

A map of the Diamond mansion. If Kendall gently pointed to a room once, names, numbers and details of what exactly happened in said room would appear.

It even showed each member of the house hold. Holographed President Diamond was still sitting in his chair, laughing at something or someone that Kendall couldn't make out. He was sipping his wine thoughtfully.

The image was slightly distorted from being so close.

James glanced at Kendall, and whispered the words 'B2' into the light.

The image instantly began to move. It ran through the mansion, and ended up in a court yard. The entire house was no longer shown, instead the image of just the one room took its place.

Jett could be seen outside, practicing his mastered shooting skills. He was firing what looked to be a M4 assault rifle. Kendall gulped.

He had made direct hits with each of his paper targets. He was proud of his accomplishment.

It sickened Kendall to know that those skills would, no doubt, be used on his own people in the near future.

James whispered to the rays once again, sensing the anxiety that Kendall was feeling from watching his Brother shoot targets. "Return," The image panned out, revealing the entire mansion in all its glory.

Maids cleaning rooms, chefs cooking meals.

And near the corner of the mansion on the 2nd floor, Kendall saw the small holographic image of himself, holding the hunk of metal.

Real Kendall shot out an arm, waving it around wildly, while still holding the metal in his right hand.

The holographic image of Kendall followed along with each of Kendall's movements at the exact same time.

The blond laughed in excitement.

This was perfect.

"This is if you want to come by, and my Dad doesn't know. There might be Leader's here, and it would be awkward if you caught us in the middle of... ya. So, if you want to come by, and don't want that to happen, this could help you with that."

Kendall could tell by how James was shifting that there was more to why James had given this to him, but he figured he wasn't going to be getting that answer anytime soon.

He nodded his head appreciatively, an inaudible 'Thank you' escaping his from his throat.

"And it would be a bother to come through the front door all the time, and have to go through my father. We had a door installed in this room, one just for my Dad's alliances, so they can stop in whenever they want. It's sort of a secret, I guess. But, if you want to use it, I think there's a tunnel near where you live, and it leads right up behind the bookcase over there." James made a hand gesture towards the other side of the room, close to where the bedroom and bed was.

"It's a lot quicker to get here too. Y'know, if my Dad decides he wants you immediately but you're too far away to get here on time..."

James agreed with what Kendall was doing for the people, so he figured that if he helped him out just a tiny bit, Kendall might like him more as a friend. But then James might be bribing his way into the friendship. He didn't want to bribe, he was just trying to help!

"... It's also a pretty good hiding space; The tunnel." With a small scowl, James finished his sentence and shut himself off, ignoring Kendall's concerned look.

And why the hell was he so embarrassed? He was James Diamond. James Diamond never got flustered!

... How exactly did Kendall Knight do this to him?

"T-thanks, James. I really appreciate it. I wouldn't mind coming by here more often. It's good to get away from everyone every once in awhile, y'know?"

James really didn't know, but he nodded at Kendall nonetheless.

Thanking James, he turned towards the bookcase, seeing if the thing actually worked.

Looking at the map and finding James' room once again, he pointed at the bookcase and what looked to be a tunnel behind it. The words 'The King of All Kings' appeared right beside the bookcase.

Kendall glanced up, searching and successfully finding the book within seconds. He tilted it, and heard the bookcase begin to creak from movement.

As the door to the Diamond Mansion did before, the bookcase slid completely backwards silently, revealing a laminated and illuminated hall, complete with aluminum walls and flooring.

There wasn't a speck of dirt of dust anywhere.

Turning to James, Kendall waved at the boy.

"I'll be seeing you soon, James." He smiled and exited through the tunnel, leaving the brunet boy alone once again.

James could still feel the way he felt when Kendall was on top of him, arms around him protectively.

It was such a foreign concept to him, but he felt safe, and he liked that feeling. He had never felt it before, even with the numerous men he had been with.

It so was different. Shocking, warming, almost arousing-

James stopped his thoughts before he went any further. He had to remind himself that Kendall didn't want sex. He wanted to be his friend.

James himself didn't want to have sex with the blond either, yet he wanted to pleasure him in a friendly way... Did that make sense? No? Ya, James didn't think so either.

Why was this all so confusing?

Falling back onto the couch, surrounding himself with his blanket, James fell back into a fitful sleep.

He didn't want to be alone anymore. In the back burner of his mind, James knew that he wished that Kendall was still here, making him laugh at his stories, listening to the boy talk.

A blush crept up onto James' cheeks as he continued to think about the blond.

How did Kendall do this to him?

Little did he know, that said blond, just leaving the recesses of the tunnel, was having the exact same thoughts about the brunet.

Complete with the blush and everything.


CHappter done.

Shmeh, not my best work, it seems like it was quickly written for the sake of being written. And my head is pounding from studying, homework and editing. It's funny, I need a break from studying, so I use that time to edit and write? Oh lord, lol :p But I'm excited to post the next Chapter! (not this one as much) I actually really like next Chapter, since it involves a lot of Carlos and Logan and the main plot starts there. Teehee! I don't know when that'll be, but it shouldn't be too far away, I think.

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