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(A/N) I return with news of another chapter and another one in the works!lol, so I came back and I had a crap load of alerts and favs, you guys really are loving this story ain't ya!? I'm loving it too!!! Also, people, I love ya, but you gotta work with me! I have 3 stories ina tie on my poll, I need another vote or two and I'll close it. Yes, I plan to keep writing on this story, don't worry, I don't wanna drop this one, not with a couple chapters already in the works :) So, onto the chapter!


There wasn't much to be said about how Simon spent the rest of his day, just wandering the big city of New York was an interesting tour in itself. When the lights of the big city really began to glow, as night fell, Simon was tempted to trudge home after window shopping at a couple of electronic stores. Shifting his bags from one hand to the other he waited at the crosswalk patiently with the other pedestrians. The air was starting to nip as winter tried to rake it's disappearing claws through the city in one last attempt of a chilly reminder that spring would be coming soon. Around him people started to move, the light across the street had turned to green and everyone was scrambling to get across. The second his foot hit the pavement of the opposite sidewalk, something flashed brightly in the darkening air.

"Simon!"

"Over here!"

"Simon Silverton, a moment of your time!"

And there they were, the sluts of the media, the paparazzi. Simon grimaced as he saw the group of amateur photographers and tape recorder holding humans. Turning in the opposite direction, he knew for sure it was time to go home. He tried to make it look like he wasn't running, though he was getting close to it.

"Simon, what's the news about an interview with Gina Smith!?"

'Of course,' he thought, 'no one keeps their damn traps shut in this city.'

"Is it true you will be giving an exclusive interview with her and only her!?" the questions were the same, prying, annoying dribble.

"There are rumors that Kable met with you in the past two weeks, is this true?"

Simon's heart skipped a beat, his legs faltering a moment, enough time for the vultures to swoop in on him.

"There are pictures running around the web of Kable entering your building, was he there for you!?" a woman pressed.

Simon squinted as the cameras flashed and snapped their pictures of him, no doubt they would be sold off to the highest bidder and twisted around a juicy 'story', he hoped to god wouldn't appear in the news.

"No comment," he stated finally, it sent the paparazzi into a flurry of questioning curiosity.

Pushing his was through the crowd, Simon could feel something in his stomach clench. He hadn't wanted their meeting to blow up into the new media fad. He even told Kable it wasn't what he was about. Breaking into a fast walk he decided that it wasn't going to get him anywhere with that mob following him. Walking to the edge of the sidewalk he flicked his hand out and waved. Swiftly, a bright yellow cab pulled up along side him. The sight of the car had the paparazzi scrambling over, yelling their questions as Simon slammed the door shut behind him and told the man to drive.


Simon was less than pleased as he walked into his apartment, slamming the door shut. His jaw was on fire from clenching it so hard in anger. He practically threw his bags to the couch, ripping his jacket off and storming into his Internet room. Activating the moment he stepped onto the pastel orange floor the screen lighted up. He quickly flicked and turned his hands to open the news application and started looking through the news. He was so annoyed, he almost forgot to relax his jaw, letting the muscles relax he cringed as sharp, sore pain spread through the right side of his cheek and jaw. He was in the middle of stretching the muscles when he finally saw it.

"Is Simon ready to come out and play?"

Clicking the link, he scanned the article. It was all speculative rumors from the looks of the information. A picture of Kable, walking to the door of his apartment building was accompanied by more rumors and guesses. Sighing, Simon groaned, walking in a circle he couldn't believe they had someone watching his building, or someone following Kable, it was ridiculous to him. Facing the article, he closed out of it and opened up his e-mail. Sifting through the messages he was intrigued by one sent from Gina Smith's organization. Opening the message he read the information in quiet. It thanked him for accepting their offer, funds would be transferred the day of the interview, and the interview would be the coming Wednesday. Simon didn't mind the date, he only wished things weren't being so overly indulged by the media. Exiting out his e-mail he had barely even opened a new webpage when his bachelor pad aid was ruined by yet another female.

"Simon! Where's my Kable!?" it was 2katchapredator, of course.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, yes, he was playing dumb.

"You know. I've heard and read the rumors! Is it true?" she demanded. Her glossy lips pursing into a thin line.

Simon chuckled and looked at her, "Do you believing everything you hear?"

She raised an overly tweezed eyebrow, "Just tell me the truth!"

The chocolate haired teen smirked, 'Oh the kind of power I have' he thought with a smug smile.

"Well, fangirl-"

Loudly, Simon was interrupted by knocks on his door. The girl narrowed her eyes. "Don't think that means you can get away" she said.

"I'll be back, hold on," he replied.

She watched him disappear out of the room, melting through the fake wall and to what she guessed the hallway. Simon stretched a little as he walked tithe door, eyeing his bags reminding himself to grab those before he forgot. Turning the knob he opened the door and was roughly pushed aside by a large, person. The door was flung shut from his hands and he finally realized who had intruded. Looking up under the black hood of Kable's jacket.

"So, wasn't a publicity gag, huh?" the man growled.

Simon's heart immediately dropped from cloud 9. So he had seen the news. Wait, who was he kidding? The whole world probably knew.

"Wait, Kable, it's not!" he stated.

Kable pulled his hood down, Simon's eyes secretly feasting on the man's rough visage. The convict looked less than convinced.

"Its all over the news, how did they know I was here?" he asked, he sounded stressed.

"I couldn't tell them cause I didn't know you were coming. I was just mobbed by the paparazzi not too long ago," Simon offered, his hands coming up to emphasize how he was telling the truth.

Kable was silent for awhile, staring at the young man. Finally, sighing, pulled off his jacket.

"Alright, I believe you. Though," a tired smile split his lips, "did you have to accept that interview?"

Simon raised an eyebrow in question, "What?"

The icon laid his jacket down on the back of one of the chairs, "They've been pestering me more in the past couple hours for an interview then they have since after I killed Castle."

The teenager gave a sheepish grin and shrugged, "Sorry, my bad."

Kable chuckled low and shrugged.

"Oh, Kable, I want you to meet someone," Simon gestured for the man to follow, shuffling past him.

The Slayer followed at his own pace, letting his eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. They passed the fish tank and Simon entered his terminal room.

"There you are! Jeez I thought you had forgo-" the girl's motor mouth stopped, falling open as Kable shifted into the room.

"This the person-"

Kable was interrupted by a squealing shriek of excitement. "Kable! Kable! Oh my darling Kable!" 2katchapredator exclaimed.

The black haired man cringed, "I'm guessing she's it?"

"Kable, this is your number one fan," Simon chuckled.

"Hey, how are you?" Kable tried not to sound put off by the girl's swooning demeanor.

"Oh my god, Kable! I perfect, now that you're here. I love you, I love you! Fill me with your seed!" She whined.

Simon could only feel embarrassed for her. Till the Kable crazy girl suddenly lifted up her shirt. Saying something about being the only woman Kable would ever want. Her young, perky breasts flashed on the screen and quickly, Simon clapped as fast and loudly as he could. The girl's provocative image flushed away from the screen, Simon groaning.

"Sorry about that," the chocolate haired teen groaned, slapping a hand to his face at the girl's crudeness. As his fingers came in contact with the right side of his jaw, he hissed and jerked away.

Kable raised an eyebrow, looking at the young man. Simon turned his face so the ex-convict could see, "Got this stupid thing from my sister's boyfriend," he said with an air of disgust.

The older of the two chuckled, "Couldn't handle him?"

Simon shook his head, " I Threw the kid out of my apartment, he put up a fight while my sister was staying here."

Kable leaned forward, a brave hand coming up to turn the teen's head a little more, bringing the black and blue bruise into the pale blue light. He grunted in amusement.

" You're lucky the kid didn't know how to really crack your jaw."

Simon, barely heard what the man had said. He was over come by the heavenly musk the man was lightly surrounded by. How his touch sparked something deep in his gut, he knew for sure if the man got any closer, he would surely make a move.

"Simon?" Kable asked softly, he saw the subtle change in the boy's eyes.

Clearing his throat, Simon pulled away and looked away. "So, you didn't come down here at night just to ask about the interview did you?"

"No, actually, there was something else."

Simon's sky blue eyes look over with an inquisitive light to them, " Oh yeah?"

"I was wondering, if I could possibly," the man cringed a little, almost embarrassed at what he was about to ask, "I could stay here, for a night or two?"

Simon stared at the man for awhile, not really sure what to think of the question. " Um sure, but can I ask why?" Secretly, deep down in the pit of his chest he was more excited then anything else to hear the man's desire.

" Well," Kable looked around a second before sitting down. The chocolate haired teen quickly followed suit.

He rubbed a hand along the backside of his neck. Sighing loudly he finally spoke. " Angie and I are getting divorced."

A long, pregnant silence placed itself into the terminal room. Simon stared at the ex-convict, mouth slightly agape at the surprising news.

" How? I mean, why? What happened?"

Kable exhaled and thought for a moment, organizing the events in his head. " It was a little before the first time I saw you. We were fine, things were just fine I guess."

Simon was waiting for it, what could be enough make Angie part from the beautiful creature before him.

" Then, after all that time, especially before the first I saw you, things were different. We never really clicked like the first time we met. Ya know? Sure I loved seeing here after I was released, but...."

Simon nodded, he tried to look like he understood. "So, there wasn't a spark, or something?" he tried to put it into layman's terms for himself.

Kable nodded slowly, " I guess that's how you could describe it. So, we agreed, it was time to end things."

" Well what about your daughter?" Simon asked, prodding the man for more information.

" Angie is going to take her, things would be best that way."

" You sure?"

" Yeah, I haven't exactly been there most of her life, so, it was a mutual decision to leave her with her mother."

Another drawn out silence before Simon spoke up, " You're welcome to stay here as long as you need." he smiled.

Kable, in all his battle hardened glory, gave Simon the warmest smile the kid had ever seen. The teenager couldn't help but smile back in light of the situation.

The evening passed by quickly. Simon set his icon up in the living room, getting him everything he could. Simon, in all his teenage wisdom, found himself to be following the man like a lost puppy, in his own apartment too! When it was nearing midnight, Simon said his good nights to Kable. Parting their ways, Simon retreated to his bed. There was just something about knowing the man he was infatuated with was sleeping, only a few steps away in the living room.

It was 2am and Simon was still staring and watching the darkness, he was scarcely ready for sleep. His mind was buzzing, working, and, to his misfortune, concocting erotic thoughts of being taken and deliciously ravaged in his bed. Tossing and turning back and forth, sleep eluded him in such a way, he was forced out of his bed. Padding, quietly to the kitchen, he traveled by the light of the small window above the sink. The moon's pale light, gave him just enough illumination to find a glass from the cupboards. Simon, listened intently as moved around the kitchen. He could hear Kable breathing deeply, asleep on the couch underneath dark blankets. Opening a drawer, Simon pulled out a box full of individually packaged pills, light medicine to help with sleep. Deafly pulling one out, he closed the drawer and padded over to the sink. Slowly, turning the knob he filled the glass part of the way up. The cold liquid emanated through the glass and he left the sink. The deafening silence could only by marred by each of the male's breathing.

Setting the empty glass down, swallowing the pill, Simon, slowly, moved into the living room. Quiet, footfalls arrived next to the couch, barely touched by the moon's natural light. Simon stared, with such intent, he studied the man before him. The way he was stretched out, one arm under his head, his muscular frame hidden by the blankets. Simon swallowed thickly, leaning forward, hands coming to rest gently on the edge of the couch, he edged closer to examine Kable's relaxed features. His stubble covered jaw was rough and defined, messy, black hair framing his face. Simon was barely aware he had leaned close enough that their faces were merely inches apart. They say when you're in for a penny, you're in for a pound. Slowly, so slowly, Simon wasn't even sure he was moving, he leaned in a way their lips were almost touching. That faint, musky smell of warrior filled his nose, and then, he felt them. Soft wonderful lips, no pressure, barely touching. Though, it didn't last long, the teenager pulled away, swallowing hard, backing away, he hurriedly left the stifling room. The second he hit the covers, Simon was groaning, disbelieving of what he had done, while being aroused and full of pure need. He was ashamed and yet not surprised at the reaction his body was having to the small incident. With eyes closed his hands slipped under the warm covers and under his sleeping pants. He was already half erect, the second he started stroking, his previous, rated-x dreams were playing in his head. Each stroke bringing them into vivid detail. Though he dared not finish, betraying what his body wanted, the teenager was soon feeling the effects of the pill he had taken. The chemicals would pick for him to whether he would sleep or play. His mistress of dreams and sweet sleep was back. So gently placing a blanket of false death upon him, Simon sank into a world of pleasure ridden dreams.


EXTRA (A/N) Lol yeah, I did it, I left it there........ :) don't you just love me?