Disclaimer: I don't own anything...I wish I owned MacCoy though~

Angel had finally found him.

The man that danced with passion, his breath of fresh air(or so to speak) was a wandering punk. When he had found him, the beautiful man was already intoxicated.

He needed to see that passion again.

It didn't take long to convince the drunk man to leave with him. Angel's eyes connected with Oblio's and Angel gasped, his eyes were hollow and dull with the heavy weight of pure loneliness. Angel understood his pain, what it meant to be lonely, and he reached for his thin hand.

" You're lonely, just like me." Angel whispered.

Oblio stared back, his eyes begging to make it go away, needing some kind of distraction from his current situation. Angel could help him with that, Angel wanted to forget too. He cradled his hand gently, softly, and led him away from the crowd.

Oblio tried to kiss Angel again, but Angel simply turned and his kiss landed on a handsome tan cheek. Oblio growled, "I wanna...I want you..." Angel ignored the drunk man's comment and led him to the bedroom. Oblio's face broke out in a feral grin, he tackled Angel to the bed, landing kisses on his face and lips.

Angel wanted this man, but not like this.

These kisses showed no love, no passion, just a physical need for release. Angel didn't bother changing out of his clothes, just threw off his jacket and visor and crawled under the covers. Oblio began to whine and shove Angel, he wanted to have his tension lifted. Instead Angel just held him loosely, shushing him and slightly rocking with him.

Oblio finally gave up his struggle and sank into Angel's warm embrace. Oblio knew he was lonely. This man wasn't going to love him. He was still alone even though this man was with him. Oblio felt his eyes sting and his throat become hollow at the thought of being all alone. It was worse since he clearly had another person there, mocking him with his presence. A small whimper escaped from rosy pink lips and Oblio bit down hard on his bottom lip. He sounded so pathetic.

Oblio liked how his lip stung with pain, it made him forget.

Oblio's voice cracked and strained, "Will you...love me?" Angel lifted Oblio and turned him to stare at his crestfallen expression. Gently cupping his face and wiping his tears the brunette began, "I want to try to love you. Will you try loving me too?"

Oblio fell asleep before he was able to answer Angel. Angel just smiled, he knew the man was exhausted and maybe this can turn out to be a lovely relationship. Setting the ocean haired man on the bed and covering him made him feel better. Yes, this man was precious to him and he needed to protect that love. Angel settled on the bed and simply watched Oblio's peaceful expression until he could no longer keep his eyes open.

~~~~~~Break~~~~~~

He could never remember most of his dreams, and those he did remember where more like memories.

Angel had been alone. Ever since his parents passed away, he had never felt connected to anybody as he used to. He was comforted and swept up in a wave of warmth and woe, yet it never lasted for long. Soon enough, everyone was moving on and he had to take care of himself. Fortunately for him, his family left behind their legacy, their riches now bore his name. He had always been eager to join the family business, but not he had no choice.

Angel had to wise up, he couldn't be a child any longer. He needed to be guided and his parents had done so much for him...Angel could never repay them. Now that they were gone, he realized that he was not the best son, he could have been better. Angel felt cheated, why did he have to loose his parents? Why didn't the other people in the accident pass away? Why was he the only one who had to suffer? Supposed family came out and only wanted his money. Angel would always sigh and check to see if they truly needed it. Those who did where eternally grateful and he felt good to be able to help out. Those who didn't need the money got nothing from him.

Money didn't make Angel happy. It actually made him sadder.

Angel could have anything he wanted and sometimes he did splurge, buying himself a new shiny car or a HD 50 inch plasma TV, but they could never make him happy. They gave a temporary happiness, but he wasn't able to fill the gap in his heart. Angel was beautiful and young, and he could probably get a nice young girl to adore him, but he never felt anything towards them. Sure, there was the initial attraction, but nothing long term. Nothing that could get him to feel something deep and natural.

Angel had always blamed his sadness on being alone, but when he was in a room full of lively young adults, his depression only worsened.

Now Angel was lonely.

No matter how hard those beautiful girls tried, he could never be satisfied. He could never find love with them.

Angel almost wanted to laugh, his dreams were like his own personal movie of his memories...Angel just wanted to forget everything, to slip away from this world and just not worry for a while. As Angel tried to clear his mind, he heard a soft sob. He waited patiently...was someone crying? His eyes wanted to open and find the source of noise but he felt all his strength leave him.

The sobbing got worse with each passing minute.

The mysterious cries where filled with such a deep pain, yet their owner was still desperately trying to mask his true pain. Angel fought to open his eyes, squinting at the sudden brightness of his own room.

Oblio is here.

Oblio is sitting next to him, hand twirling his hair and crying. Angel feels groggy and heavy from last night and faces his beautiful dancer.

Oblio was still trying to quiet his sobs, biting his lip and trying to push away his emotions. So much was expressed through his body and face. His arms were limp and his shoulders sagged with despair. The man was somewhat curled inward, chest caving in almost as if to shield his heart. Warm tears stained his pale face and his eyes were puffy and red from his salty tears. Choked sobs and sniffles slip out of the faux punk despite all his efforts.

Angel begins to move, stretching and reaching out for this man. Angel loves his tears, because even though he hates the fact that Oblio is hurting, he can't help but feed off his strong emotions. Oblio seemed to always be graceful and heart-breakingly beautiful. This man reacted to so much and he was so full of life. Angel wanted to become a part of Oblio's life.

Angel began placing light, feathery kisses on Oblio's face but never touching his lips. Angel pulls Oblio into an embrace and enjoys how Oblio immediately relaxes into his touch. Angel continues his sweet butterfly kisses, trying to convey his strange and unknown love. Oblio loops his arms loosely around Angel's frame and rests his head against Angel's bare shoulder. Angel almost shutters when he feels Oblio's warm wet tears slide down his skin.

This man was so breath-taking, Angel was so intoxicated and mesmerized by this man.

Oblio's sobs die down into silence and his eyes are still glassy from unshed tears, and he quickly rips himself from Angel's arms. Oblio's eyes become guarded once again and he begins to hide again.

Oblio was scared. He had never been so open with someone, despite it being as refreshing and exhilarating as it was, he needed to leave. Oblio wants to leave, to run away and add this to his list of things to forget.

I can't keep him.

I can't keep him.

I can't keep his heart.

Angel misses the feeling of Oblio against him. Angel can see Oblio's clouded eyes, and he can't stop himself from lacing his fingers with Oblio's wiry fingers.

Angel breaks the silence, "How about I make you breakfast?" Oblio pulls from his thoughts and stares at the tan man. He frowns and tries to say no and he settles with shakes his head side to side. Angel needs to dig deeper, "Please? I would really like your company, but if you truly don't want to, I can't make you stay." Oblio pouted, his face etched with fear and uncertainty. Angel waited patiently for a response. Oblio sighed, "Fine."

Angel smiles brightly, enthralled at the idea of having breakfast with this gorgeous man. He quickly gets up leaving the room and begins searching for all the right pans to use.

Oblio didn't understand why that man's smile made him feel like he did something right.

Oblio felt a small fluttering in his stomach and his face began to heat up, realizing these warning signs. Oblio becomes aware of the fading heat of where the Mexican man had occupied, and became somewhat sad at his disappearance. Oblio hated it when people faded from his life and yet he did nothing to stop them from leaving. He reached out and clutched the sheets where only a small amount of heat remained.

He wouldn't let this man fade from his life.

Oblio finally released his grip on the sheets and decided it was time to explore. He leaves the bed messy and shakily rises from his spot on the bed. With one last look the punk begins to leave the safety and comfort of this room.

Oblio hopes that he can find something worth fighting for between those sheets.

~~~~~Break~~~~~~

MacCoy was so happy he had found a friend at his new school.

After showing up to all his classes late, he needed to catch up with his classes and knew that he could never do it alone. Could Mo get any cooler? MacCoy owed Mo for this, BIG TIME. He also relished in the fact that he cold finally spend more time with his best bud. Whenever he was with him, there was just never enough time to hang out and have fun.

Mo was such an awesome guy, and he was super smart too! Man, he was almost jealous of Mo, but MacCoy knows how hard Mo works so it's nothing to get green-eyed about. Mo deserved all his popularity, he had a good head on his shoulders and knew how to respect people. MacCoy admired Mo, and hoped that he could be Mo's right hand man one day.

The lunch bell rang and MacCoy practically jumped out of his seat and sprinted out of the classroom. That teacher was something else, how could he expect so much work from a new student on his first day? MacCoy gasped and realized his mistake, flushing red while he waited for Mo to escape that evil classroom. Mo finally emerged from the class with his usual smirk, but he was clearly trying to hold in his laughter...and failing.

MacCoy felt like such a fool. Sure he hated that class, but there was no need to freakin sprint away from the class! MacCoy stole a glance at Mo and smiled, at least Mo thought it was funny.

Mo finally calmed down, "Dude? Was there a reason you had to run out like your ass was on fire?"MacCoy burst into laughter at Mo's analogy, "Sorry! I got too excited, that class is like a living hell!" Mo nodded, "I know. It's the teacher, he makes everything more complicated then it really is." MacCoy just pouted and they began their journey to the lunch line.

Mo was nervous, he wanted to invite MacCoy over to help him get his studies together but he didn't want to make a fool of himself. And he didn't want to sound too eager when offering him the chance, he might get suspicious. With a deep breath and a last minute pep talk(with himself), he strode over to MacCoy.

MacCoy was busy trying to remember new names and faces, so he didn't even notice Mo coming up and standing beside him. "Hey do you wanna get you stuff together at my house?" MacCoy nearly screamed, he turned, "Don't scare me like that man! Umm..." Maccoy felt the blood rise to his face when he realized who he was talking to. He tried his best to calm himself as he tried to collect his thoughts, "Sorry dude, what do ya say" Mo softly inquired. MacCoy beamed, more time to hang out with Mo? Hell yes! "Yeah man, that's cool with me." Mo smiled and slipped a paper in MacCoy's hand, brushing their fingers and sending sparks through MacCoy's hand."Don't be late then..."Mo whispered and walked away.

MacCoy didn't know what that was all about but damn when did Mo get so hot? MacCoy was giddy and nervous and just overflowing with so many emotions. MacCoy groaned, It was love wasn't it?

A/N: Hello again, ReturnToZero here and I want to apologize, I might not hae the edited version of ch 1 so it will have to wait! Please review, I am still concerned about my writing and won't post up the next chapter untill later. Sorry about the small MoCoy compared to the giant AngelBlio(?), I just had a stroke of inspiration and I find it easier to write about Oblio and Angel. D: