A/N: Super duper long chapter. Don't worry, lovelies, it's ok for you to be confused about what they're up to, that's why you get it from Ronnie's POV. If I wanted you to get all the details quickly, I'd give you the POV of someone who knows the details. You're going to be confused with Ronnie. In which Alan and Ronnie are adorable and someone needs to tell Ronald denial isn't healthy. Was it a dream or not? And who is Ronnie's present day lover? Ooooh. These are the two stories, btw. You've got Ronnie figure things out in the past, and Ronnie with his secret affair and secret life with the others in the present. Anyway, thanks for the reviews, please keep them coming.

Ronald awoke to movement in the darkness. His eyes flickered open and Eric was wandering passed in nothing but his boxers. The curtains were still open and Ronald couldn't help notice his defined muscles and silky soft hair and… His gaze travelled down Eric's back as the older reaper made himself a drink and found there was a strange tattoo half hidden under his waistband. He frowned and tilted his head slightly, still hidden under the covers. It wasn't unusual in itself, but it looked remarkably like a demon's seal. Like from a contract?

Eric ran his hand threw his hair, finishing his drink and washing up groggily before wandering back through. Ronald closed his eyes again, there was no reason to stay up. It wasn't like he wanted to draw attention to being awake. Eric paused and ran his hand through his through Ronald's hair.

"Hope he's right about you, kid," he murmured. "I'd hate to see you break like the others. He's already so attached."

Others? There were others? They'd done this to others? And they'd broken? He swallowed heavily, struggling to get back to sleep. Was he really safe here? They still hadn't even given him back his clothes, and he was locked in here. And they didn't even have work tomorrow! He was stuck here. With them.

Who knew what plans they had for him? He knew how much he was going to suffer the next day? But then… Alan seemed to genuinely worry about him and Eric had seemed almost tender there. It just felt so strange.

Like that demon seal. It couldn't be an actual demon's seal, could it? Reaper's had a lot of soul like energy holding them alive, demons could eat their souls. Was it possible Eric was contracted with a demon? Was that what this was about? And… he'd said Alan belonged to him… he ordered him around… was that more to do with it? Had he made a contract so he could have Alan? Did demon contracts work like that?

Or… Was it possible Alan was the demon he was contracted with?

Was it possible for him to be a demon hiding as a reaper? Wouldn't William and Grell notice, if not the higher ups too? Was it possible? He was stunningly beautiful and Ronald had heard people say demons were always the most attractive, alluring creatures they'd ever seen. What if William and Grell knew too? Was that why they were all in this together?

How could he do this? How could he hope to stand up and resist his seniors, especially if there were demons involved? How was he supposed to survive if they were going to pull more stuns like they did earlier? What if he was in for more torture and torment followed by being forced to be bait again? He couldn't hope to stand up to them.

Ronald curled up under his covers and struggled to sleep. He was pretty sure sleep wasn't going to come tonight. Every noise had him on edge.

"Go back to sleep, gorgeous," Eric murmured from the bedroom. "I've just checked on him, he's fine. Still sleeping like a baby. Calm down and relax."

"Eric-"

"Want me to help loosen you up, love?" he chuckled.

Ronald awoke to being kicked in bed. He groaned and rolled over slowly, forcing his eyes open to find his bed mate still there, buried in the pillows and duvet. He smiled and trailed kisses across the pale skin, only to be elbowed in the ribs. He just about made out a muffled 'get off' from in the pillows.

"Aw, but gorgeous-"

He was shoved out of bed onto the floor and this time ordered out. Sighing, Ronald struggled up to his feet and dressed slowly. He glanced down at the lump in the bed and sighed to himself before heading out.

Lillian was in bed when he got home and he quickly climbed into bed with her, wrapping his arms around her so he could snuggle close to her. Well, she might not have been his dream, but she was never going to kick him out of bed like last night's company. Lillian rolled over and slid her arms around his neck, pecking his lips sleepily and giving him a quiet welcome home.

When he woke up again, Lillian was still cuddled up against him, running her hands through his hair. He smiled weakly and let his eyes fall shut again.

"I saw that," she murmured. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," Ronald whispered. "What about?"

"You know there are… rumours if you talk to the girls in accounts?" she said quietly. Ronald frowned and opened his eyes once more, glancing down at her. "Ronnie… you're not interested in men, are you?"

"Men?" He frowned and shifted slightly, stroking her hair reassuringly. "You think I'm not interested in you?"

"No!" she said, shaking her head quickly. "No. No, nothing like that. I mean, you're here, and you're with me and you're, you know, pretty good in bed, but… If you go both ways, I mean, if you're into both that's ok, I just want to know. There are rumours."

"No," Ronald said firmly. "Just women, I promise. Ignore the rumours. I'm as straight as they come."

She nodded, apparently happy with his reassurance, and kissed his cheek. "That's good. You're here, and you love me. And I know you wouldn't lie to me."

She smiled and kissed his cheek once more, settling down to sleep again. There were rumours about him being with other men? He sighed and stroked her hair, trying to stop his hand shaking. She believed him instantly, but apparently other people doubted it. It wasn't that it was unusual, or even unaccepted. Eric and Alan were loved and respected members of Dispatch.

Ronald just didn't want people thinking that about him. After what happened when he was still new, rumours flew around that he'd been asking for it, that it was an affair, that he'd been paid for it and caught and obviously his seniors had never said a word to defend him or to put straight the rumours. He dealt with them and the people suddenly assuming that if he was into men and women and not in a relationship he was easy. He'd been so sick of it. People had just assumed he was an easy ride. And he might have been to an extent but they seemed to ignore the fact that he was actually only interested in women.

Then there were the rumours about Eric and Alan. People thought Eric and Alan suddenly acknowledging him and changing their attitudes, as they did eventually, was because they were using him, that they were keeping him in their bed, that he was buying their favour with sex. Even if it wasn't true, just the rumours alone made him feel disgusting and dirty. He was never going to go through that again.

Sighing, Ronald shifted uneasily and rolled over, holding Lillian tighter. He was straight, no matter what the rumours said.

Ronald wasn't sure how long it had been since Eric had wandered through but there was movement again and he was forced to open his eyes again. It was still dark and the curtains were still open. Alan was walking through. Ronald watched him silently under the covers. He was just wearing a shirt, which seemed to be Eric's given the size of it.

He glanced over Alan for any sign of a demon seal. His earlier thoughts about Eric were still bugging him. What is Alan was a demon? What if they were all contracted to demons? What had he got himself into?

There was a soft chuckle and he shifted slightly, snuggling further into the duvet in an attempt to hide. Alan bent over, raiding the lower levels of the fridge. Biting his lip, Ronald struggled to avoid watching him too closely. He noticed a bandage wrapped around Alan's thigh, roughly where Eric had slapped him. He it been that bad? Or could it be hiding the seal?

"I know you're awake," Alan murmured. Ronald's eyes widened before he quickly shut them again, deciding to try and play dead. He heard Alan sighed and suddenly he was rolled onto his back. "Open your eyes, Knox."

His eyes flickered open and as if on cue, the moonlight lit up the room again. And, just as before, Alan was in the prefect position to catch the light. It seemed to be a natural talent of his. He smiled softly and Ronald swallowed heavily. The way the light hit his face was just stunning. Almost ghostly, but stunning nonetheless

"Now… do you think I didn't notice you watching earlier?" he said softly, leaning over him, gazing down into his eyes.

"I- I wasn't- I-"

"Shh," he whispered. Ronald blushed heavily as Alan smiled, running his hand through his hair. "It's ok. Did you like what you saw?"

He blushed deepened and he turned away only for Alan to turn him back. "I-I uh-"

He squeaked slightly as Alan drew away the duvet, leaving him exposed to Alan's intense gaze moving over him. This was not a situation he'd imagined the day would lead to. His mouth ran dry as Alan settled between his legs, locking his gaze with Ronald's once more. Alan was leant so close over him he could feel the heat radiating off him but he was so entranced by the older reaper to think about it. What he was very aware of was that one move could bring them together, and he was surprised not to be bothered by the thought. In fact, the idea sent heat rushing through him.

"I'm sorry about earlier," Alan murmured. Ronald nodded a tiny bit. Their lips were so close he could feel Alan's hot breath, completely lost gazing up into Alan's eyes. The urge to just lean up, just to close that tiny little gap separating them and press their lips together, just to have one little taste. "Not everyone around here is like him." His lips parted slightly, almost begging silently, unconsciously for Alan to do what he couldn't bring himself to. "Some of us can be soft and gentle, you know. I can show you… if you want me to…"

Ronald let out a trembling breath, licking his dry lips, unable to say a word. Alan seemed to understand and offered him a soft smile, leaning back and looking over him once more, sliding his fingers teasingly down over his chest and stomach, pausing at his navel, tracing patterns over his skin while watching him almost thoughtfully.

"You look so good in this light," Alan breathed. "It makes you look so beautiful."

"You too."

He barely managed to get the words out but the way the small compliment lit up Alan's eyes was enough to make him sure it was worth it. "Ah, so you can speak? That's good."

He gave a pleased hum, his fingers trailing slowly lower, moving between his legs and along his thighs. Ronald's breath hitched as Alan stroked his legs, guiding him into a position more comfortable for both of them, not that Ronald offered any resistance to Alan's will. The longer he was in the older boy's presence, the more he wanted to give in to his desires. Just his touch sent hot shivers through him, but all he could do was lie there on the couch, sprawled out for Alan with nowhere to hide, just utterly entranced by his sudden desperate need to his senior.

"It's alright though, I don't need you to say much," Alan whispered. His hot breath hit the sensitive skin of his inner thigh as he spoke, almost matching the soft caress of his hand on the other side, and Ronald's eyes slid close, his lips parting a little more as a small moan escaped him. "Oh? You like that?" He nodded weakly. "You want more?"

Yes. He wanted so much more. He wanted Alan so desperately. He needed to feel the small reaper pressed against him, he wanted to taste his lips and run his hands through his hair. But Alan was Eric's. They were quite obviously a couple. He didn't want to incur Eric's wrath any more than he had already. Ronald cracked his eyes open, gazing up at Alan silently, trembling with need, but restraining himself.

"No… N-no more…" Alan frowned and broke all contact. That lustful haze was gone from his eyes instantly, replaced with an indignant, burning hunger and need, focused completely on him. Ronald finally found his voice once more, offering the first reason that came to mind. "I like women."

And he did. He honestly did. Alan was the first man he'd ever felt this way for, the first man who'd ever provoked this kind of reaction. In all honesty, he was the only person who'd ever got this level of reaction. He'd barely touched him and already Ronald was shaking and blushing and unable to deny how turned on his was. No girl in his life had ever made him so in need he was little more than a puppet, completely bent to their will. Alan could do with him what he wanted, he'd put up no more arguments, he wouldn't have the will power to say no again. And the part of Ronald that kept him lying there with no will to push him away, prayed that Alan was ask him again.

"Alright." Alan sighed and leant back, watching him for a long moment before nodding. But he didn't move any further. He just sat there, watching him thoughtfully. Ronald gazed back at him, struggling to breathe and just gazing him. "But, you realise, that your body seems to say otherwise?"

His gaze flickered between his legs to his rather obvious need and Ronald blushed even redder, if that was even possible, and he tried to draw his knees in instinctually, forgetting for a moment that Alan was keeping his legs apart.

"You've never been with another male?"

He shook his head as much as he could bring himself to, his gaze never leaving Alan's. "Not except what he forced me to do earlier. But I like women, I don't want to be with men."

"Alright," he murmured. Just his tone sent sparks through him. It didn't feel like he was letting it go. It sounded so soft and fiery and the same time. The hot, smouldering lust in his eyes backed up his assumption. "It's a shame, you're beautiful, so cute... I'd do such bad things with you."

Ronald's breath caught in his throat once more. This whole situation was so surreal. Alan smiled, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, sliding the collar away from his neck and shoulders and finally Ronald's gaze tore from his eyes, roving over his soft, pale, delicate skin in the moonlight as Alan's fingers slid down his own chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and letting it slid away from his shoulders down his arms. The clean white shirt pooled around him in his lap, covering the top of his thighs and hips and everything intimate. Ronald was so acutely aware of how close he was. If he reached out he could pull the shirt away and touch Alan, explore the divine body in front of him. What was it about Alan that was so alluring? Why could just Alan's presence break his will so completely?

"Tell me…" Ronald said.

Alan tilted his head slightly, glasses catching the silver light and hiding those striking eyes. "Tell you what, Knox? I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. You like women, after all."

Ronald didn't miss the teasing note under the lust and need. He didn't need to be teased about it. Even if it did send a new wave of heat rushing through him. Alan slid his arms around of his sleeves, leaving the shirt around his hips as he leant forwards once more, his arms either side of his head, lips hovering just a hair from his. No matter how much he tried to answer, the words caught in his throat as Alan's gaze dropped to his lips for a brief second.

"T-tell me… tell me what you'd do with me…"

"Oh? I don't want to make you awkward," Alan said, seemingly serious but still teasing him. Despite seeming concerned, Alan shifted slightly so his lips brushed Ronald's ear. "To start with, I think I need to taste that cocky mouth, I've heard the girls, that your kisses can melt even the coldest heart. I want to see if it's true." A visible shiver ran through him as Alan blew in his ear, chuckling quietly to himself. "I bet you taste so sweet. I know you want me to find out, I saw you watching earlier, do you think I didn't see how you were watching me? Do you want to kiss you? Hmm? The first time a man kisses you? Do you want that to be me?"

Ronald's lips moved but nothing came out. His eyes slid closed once more as Alan kissed his ear so quickly it was almost an innocent mistake, not really helping him get any closer to answering. His mind was just so clouded with need for the older reaper. What was wrong with him? Why could Alan do this to him?

"Still not got your voice?" Alan teased. His fingers ran slid across his jaw, slowly tilting his head around. "Open your eyes." He swallowed heavily and opened his eyes. Alan smiled gently and brushed his cheek with his thumb. "That's better. I told you, didn't I? I don't need you to say much. Maybe… if I kissed you lower, I could get you moaning my name." Ronald's eyes flew wide and he barely managed to stifle a gasp at the implication. His mind racing, he almost pulled away but Alan moved faster than he could comprehend, grasping his wrists and holding him firmly to the couch. "Ah, no, no squirming, Knox. I've told you before."

Almost instantly, Ronald stilled, watching him expectantly as Alan smiled once more. After a long moment, Alan leant a little closer, as if about to kiss him, waiting until Ronald moved to respond before drawing back a little, a soft smile on his lips.

"You like women."

"I want you."

As if that was all he was waiting for, Alan closed the gap between them in one smooth, easy movement, pushing him against the cushions, their fingers on one hand entwining as the other slid down to trail through his hair. Ronald almost arched and squirmed once more but Alan's firm words earlier kept him still, a little wary but meeting Alan's hot kisses as best he could. He reached around Alan's waist only for the older reaper to push his hand away and guide it back to where it was above his head.

"Stay…" he panted between kisses. "…stay put…" Ronald tried to reply but Alan silenced him with more kisses, sliding his hand down his thigh once more, keeping absolute control of his movements. "…behave… and it'll the best you… you've ever had…"

Ronald was too far gone to resist even if he wanted to. He gave up trying to speak and let Alan take control. Alan's tongue traced his lips, squeezing his thigh and his hand and Ronald instantly complied, letting Alan into his mouth. There was a pleased noise from Alan as he explored, Ronald staying passive until he got the signal it was alright to take a more active part. He moved slowly investigate Alan's mouth, moaning softly as Alan teased him back, still tracing patterns across his thigh. He was so tempted to arch up, to grind against the lower body he knew was just inches from his with nothing but that light fabric separating them, but Alan's firm commands kept him still and submissive, completely obedient.

"Mmm…" Alan hummed as he pulled back, tugging playfully at Ronald's bottom lip as he did. "Good for you too?" Ronald just nodded breathlessly and Alan smiled. "More?"

"Please."

Alan smirked and sat back once more, leaving Ronald panting and trembling, gazing up at him pleadingly. He was desperate to reach for him and pull him back but Alan had told him to stay still. All he could do was lean into Alan's touch as he stroked his cheek, slowly running his thumb over his kiss swollen lips.

"Sit up." He did so instantly, slightly awkwardly his legs still either side of Alan's hips. Apparently pleased with his obedience, Alan took his hand, kiss his fingers gently before guiding his hand to his own length. "I want to watch you."

Ronald blinked back at him, a bit lost for words, or even coherent thoughts before his senses returned and he nodded slightly. His willingness earned him and bright smile and Alan leant over, quickly closing his mouth over Ronald's in a sweet, lingering kiss.

"Such a good boy…" he murmured, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. "Go on… let me see…" Ronald bit his lip, moving his hand slowly, watching Alan for a reaction and his senior just continued stroking across the skin of his thigh, keeping him in position so he had the view he wanted. "Good boy." The constant, slightly patronising praise was surprisingly erotic, especially combined with that tone. "You're so well behaved. We're going to have fun, Knox, just do exactly as your told and I'll show you pure pleasure." Ronald whined softly, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. "Don't close your eyes. Open them. Look at me." Ronald did so instantly, keeping his eyes on Alan, watching him bite his lip. "Talk, Knox, tell me what you're thinking. What's going through your mind?"

It took a long moment before Ronald caught his breath, managing to get out the word. "You."

"Tell me." There was a tremor in his voice now. He was losing himself to his desires as Ronald had long ago. "Tell me, Knox, tell me everything, every thought, every dirty, dark, secret desire."

And Ronald did. He rambled on between pants and moans, spilling out whatever came into his mind and sent hot bolts of pleasure racing through him as pressure pooled and coiled between his legs. He was completely unable to resist Alan's commands. He gave a soft whine, knowing he was about to find release, speeding up his strokes when Alan caught his hand and pulled it away. Desperate to finish, he reached down with his other hand regardless of wanting to please and obey Alan, but he quickly caught that one as well, pinning them firmly against the arms of the couch at Ronald's side.

"No."

"Please," he begged. "Please, I need to. Please."

"Shh, shh," Alan murmured, slowly releasing his wrists. Ronald stayed where he'd been put, fighting every second to do so. "All those fantasies? All those naughty desires? Hmm? You want a man in a relationship?" Ronald nodded weakly, turning away only for Alan to pull him around again. "You're such a sinful, wanton little boy, aren't you?" Instead of sounding as disgusted as the words implied, Alan sound pleased. Still, Ronald nodded pathetically. He just wanted to finish. He wanted to release the pressure. "I love a bad boy…" He gave Ronald another slow, lingering kiss. "I will make you feel pleasure like no one ever has. With me, you will be in absolute ecstasy. I will pleasure you until you simply can't bear to move any more. No women will ever give you what I will."

Ronald couldn't help a pleading whine passing his lips, leaning in, attempting to get another kiss, more contact, anything, but Alan leant away and pushed him gently back, making him whimper softly. He squirmed desperately and Alan frowned, pinning him forcefully as he begged for more.

"Behave, Knox," he said firmly. "Just behave." Ronald took all his self-control to fall still and watch him silently, waiting for him impatiently. "There we go." He stood slowly, letting the shirt fall to the floor at his feet and Ronald found he could tear his gaze from the beautiful boy, surrounded in pools of silvery light. Alan smiled, beckoning him closer. Ronald hesitated for a moment before scooting over to the edge of the seat and letting Alan tangle a hand into his hair, guiding him forwards. "You've never done this before?" He shook his head slightly. "You'll do fine, I'm sure. You can put your arms around me if you want, but your hands can't wander, and you mustn't touch yourself." Another nod. "You keep following instruction and I'll give you a night you'll never forget, Knox. Open up."

Again, Ronald hesitated before slowly taking Alan's length into his mouth, rather glad when Alan's fist clenched in his hair and he gave a soft gasp. Well, that could only be a good sign. How Eric hadn't woken up with all the noise they made was beyond him but if he was going to be Alan's bit on the side, Eric being a sound sleeper seemed like a plus. Alan had already made him feel like no one else before, he certainly didn't doubt there was more mind blowing pleasure to follow.

Ronald awoke with a gasp. Light was seeping in around the curtains and the smell of bacon filled the room. He glanced around to find Eric in the kitchen and Alan leaning his head on his arms at the breakfast bar, watching Eric through half closed eyes. Eric set a coffee next to Alan, who took it gratefully. It took a long moment before Ronald realised what was happening, what had happened the day before… His gaze fell on Alan and his stomach flipped and churned, his face heating up.

"Thank you, love," Alan said quietly, yawning as Eric handed him breakfast. "Good morning, Knox."

His eyes widened and he sat up slightly, keeping the duvet around him. Alan smiled softly and Eric set a cup of coffee on the table next to the couch, along with a milk jug and sugar. Had it all been a dream? Alan had been so strong and domineering, and yet here he was so soft and quiet, if anything he was taking commands in the bedroom rather than handing them out. It had to have been a dream. A very strange, incredibly hot, dream. Of course it was a dream. Everyone had weird dreams about strange people sometimes. He'd never end up so desperate, especially not for another man. Still, if he could find anyone who could make him feel so incredible…

"You actually with us, Knox?" Eric grumbled, swatting the back of his head. Ronald gazed up at him. Eric would kill him if he knew he was having that kind of dream about Alan. Or… maybe be proud of the fact that he had Alan. "Knox?"

"Yeah… where are my clothes? Can I go?" he said quickly. "I mean, thanks for looking after me but… I need to go…"

"Go have a shower, Knox," Alan murmured. "I'll sort out your clothes, but we're supposed to keep you here until William comes to fill us in. Eric will make you something to eat. I might go back to bed."

"Aw, did I wear you out so badly, beautiful?" Eric teased, leaning down for a quick kiss. "Go on back to bed if you want. I can look after the kid."

"I'll sort out his stuff first."

Eric chucked Ronald a shirt, which he quickly pulled on to cover himself as he ran into the bathroom. How the hell was he supposed to deal with this? He took refuge in the shower, waking himself up and struggling slowly pushing the dream from his mind. It was just a silly dream brought on by the stress of the day before. Alan had been kind to him, kinder than the others. It was stupid to keep thinking about it.

There was a knock on the door and it opened a moment later. "Your clothes are here, Knox."

"Thanks," Ronald called over the noise of the shower. He was content behind the shower curtain. Alan couldn't see him and he couldn't see Alan. That was fine. "I'll be out soon, Mr Humphries."

"Take your time. You're our guest until further notice." There was silence and Ronald assumed Alan was gone. He sighed and leant back against the wall. Ignoring this was going to be more awkward than he imagined. He'd just have to deal with it. "You sounded so cute moaning my name last night." Ronald went ridged and his breath caught in his throat. "You can join me in bed if you want somewhere comfortable to sleep."

The door closed and Ronald took a few deep breaths. So… Alan had heard him having that dream. It didn't mean had actually happened. It was just a dream. And Alan had been passing through. Maybe Eric had heard too. Maybe they didn't mind. It was just a dream. It didn't mean anything.