A/N - Wow...I can't tell you how much your reviews make me smile! So sorry for being MIA this past week, me and my other half decided to go and enjoy the rarity that is the sun here in England and went away for a while. Even if I don't manage to get an update every few days, I'll never leave it more than a week to update and if I have to for some reason...I'll let you know when to expect it! :) Hope you enjoy this chapter...This one will change POV's, so I hope it's not confusing for you all. Just kind of going with the flow so again, suggestions are very much welcome!

Chapter 4 - Elliot's POV

Waking up alone in his apartment, surrounded by empty beer bottles and take out boxes he still couldn't believe how much of an ass he had been. Looking over at his alarm clock he discovered that he'd slept until way after midday. He returned home late last night after running from probably the most beautiful girl he had ever met, because he was a fucking pussy. That's right. Pussy. He'd just gotten so scared. Sure he'd been in a few relationships before, but they only ever lasted a few months. So why did he freak out? Oh yeah, she was different. He really felt something for her and it scared the shit out of him. He'd told her that he thought they were moving too fast, how confused must she be? He was the one that brought up the idea of him going away with her, only to leave her there. Asshole. But how could he fix it without blatantly saying "I'm an asshole and a pussy"? He just knew that he'd have to do something big to gain her forgiveness for this and hopefully get her back. But what? His mind was still hazy from his heavy drinking session the night before.

Uhhh, he needed help. Mia? No, she'd come up will some crazy, over the top plan that she'd name 'Mission Win Kavanaugh Back' or something stupidly Mia like that. Mom? Hell no! He couldn't admit to his mother how much of an ass he'd been, she'd lecture him about how she raised him better than that. Ana? Hmmm, that could work. But wouldn't she be loyal to Kate no matter the situation? He knew Ana, if he could make her believe that he really wanted to fix this and deserved to have a chance to fix it then she would help him. At the very least she would give him some advice. He wasn't worried about telling Ana about how much of a fuck up he is, she no doubt will hear the story from Kate anyway. So, Ana it was. Should he call her? No, you can't have this type of conversation over the phone. Go to her apartment? With Kate in Barbados for the next week, he doubted that she'd want to stay there alone. He knew straight away where she'd be. With Christian. Did he really want his brother to know how messed up he is? Well, if he was telling Ana she would no doubt tell Christian. Christian's apartment it is then.

Realising he's still probably too drunk to drive, he hailed a cab on the side of the road near his apartment. Giving the driver the address, he sat back watching the busy streets of Seattle. People rushing to and from meetings, a woman walking a dog, an old lady buying fresh fruit form a market type store. All of these people, probably with their own problems but they can sure hide them well. Him? Well he had 2 days worth of stubble, was still wearing the clothes he left barbados in and no doubt stunk of beer. He had to laugh at himself, he was a mess. As the cab pulled up in front of Escala, he paid him and headed into the lobby.

Arriving into Christian's apartment to find it quiet he was confused. Where were they? As he took a few steps in he noticed movement on his right. Turning his head, he saw Christian's shadow. Now he was confused, Christian didn't go anywhere without Taylor.

"Taylor? Where's Christian? Is he OK?" He asked, a look of confusion on his face. Professional as ever Taylor just nodded, gesturing to the great room.

"He's been there all night." Was all he said. Smirking, thinking that he and Ana probably passes out after a night together. With Ana being his first known girlfriend, he'd be sure to tease his brother about his lack of stamina, after all of his shit was sorted out. Walking further into the room he was surprised at what he saw. Christian was passed out sat on his piano seat, his head lying heavily on the keys of the piano on it's side facing Elliot. He looked a mess with his mouth hanging wide open, drooling. He was wearing his slacks, a crumpled half opened linen shirt with one shoe. On top of the piano was evidence of his brothers hard night. A nearly empty decanter of whiskey and an empty tumbler. Christian wasn't a drinker, so what the hell happened to him?

Christian's POV

He didn't really remember much of last night. She left. He just sat on the floor, starting at the elevator. After god knows how long, Taylor helped him to his piano and set the whiskey on the top. He drank. He played. Then...blank. Now, he was being shaken awake. Fuck, his stomach.

"Fuck off Taylor!" He grumbled angrily, not opening his eyes. Then he heard the voice he probably wanted to hear the least.

"Your a mess bro, what the hell happened to you?" Opening one eye, he looked at his brother surprised at what he was looking at.

"What the fuck happened to you?" He said before closing his eye again.

"I asked you first." Elliot said accusingly.

"Ana left. That's what." He almost whispered. "Now you."

"I think I fucked it up...bad...with Kate." He heard the regret in his voice. Realising how back this was he sat up, wiping the drool off of his chin, ignoring the protest of his stomach.

"Shall we...talk...over breakfast? I need to sober up." Christian asked, feeling awkward about the situation. He never 'talked' with his brother, especially about girls. He could also see the surprise in his brothers face. He just didn't know what else to do, and he looked like he was going through something too.

"Sure, I probably need to sober up too."

Both of them headed to the kitchen where Mrs Jones had already prepared 2 omelets, 2 coffee's and 2 waters with advil at the side of them.

"Man, they know what you need before you do." Elliot said, shaking his head. He was right. He wouldn't know what he'd do without Mrs Jones and Taylor. He just nodded his head.

They both sat in silence whilst they ate their breakfast, finished their coffee's and took the advil. Christian didn't know what to say, so he waited for Elliot to speak first. It didn't take long.

"So, what did you do?" He asked him, looking concerned.

"I fucked up." He said, not really knowing how to explain to his brother that he's beaten his girlfriends ass with a belt and she'd cried and left him.

"Yeah, you said that...but how?" He carried on. He had to think of something quick.

"I did something she didn't like...she basically said what an asshole I am and left me. I don't really want to go into much more detail than that." There...that should be enough.

"Well to say that you've never shared anything before, I shouldn't really expect more should I?" Elliot chuckled.

"What about you? Why did you fuck up?"

"I told her we were moving too fast...then I left her in Barbados." He almost whispered. Christian could almost see the regret pouring out of him. Wait. Barbados? Of course...Oh sit.

"Fuck man...and do you think you were moving too fast?" He asked, though he knew the answer by just looking at his brother. He was a mess.

"No...I did...But I was just scared. You know what I'm like and Kate's different. She's not just a fuck to me, you know?" He sure did, Ana was way more to him than just a fuck, or a submissive. He...Loved her.

"Oh...I know. I need her Elliot. She makes me better." He said, staring into his empty coffee mug.

"Then go get her...why the waiting? I thought that 'The Christian Grey' always got what he wanted."

"Not this time, I don't think she'll want me anymore. Why don't you just go to Kate?" He countered back.

"Um...she's in Barbados...remember?" He said...stating the obvious.

"You really think that she'd stay there?" he couldn't believe his brothers cluelessness "After you left her there...you'd think she'd stay?"

"Well...why would she come back? It was a family vacation..." he said...still clueless.

"You going with her changed that. Plus, I know our girls...they'll need each other right now. She's gone home. I wouldn't be surprised if she was already there." I told him, making him realise.

"You really think she went home just to see Ana?" He asked...still clueless.

"You really don't get those girls do you? They're each other's support. You don't get one without the other. They're more than best friends, hell even more than sisters." He tried to describe the bond that these girls had, but it was too difficult. You just had to see it to get it.

"I think I understand. Are you sure she's there? I don't want to go and disturb Ana..." he saw him thinking hard about something "Hey! Why don't you come with me? You can see Ana, I can ask about Kate?" Christian thought about this for a while. She wouldn't want to see him would she? But he loved her. He needed to tell her and explain himself.

"OK...I'll go. But Elliot. We have to sort ourselves out, we look a mess. How about you shower in the guest room, your clothes should be in the closet and I'll meet you back here when we're done?"

They both went their separate ways to make themselves presentable. In the shower, Christian could help but think if he was making the right decision. Should he give her time? Would it really matter if they had this conversation now...or a week from now? He didn't see how time could affect it. After his shower and a quick shave he pulled on some dark wash jeans and a navy button up shirt. When he returned to his kitchen, he noticed Elliot stood there looking nervous.

"You'll be fine Elliot, she cares about you too." I said, to try to put him at ease.

"I know she does, that's why she'll be so upset. Er...um..." Christian could tell that his brother wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

"What is it Elliot? You can tell me."

"Well...Uh...Would you mind if I went before you? I don't know like...10 minutes before or something?" Now he was confused.

"Why? You said you wanted me to come with you and we'd go in together?"

"Well...you're not exactly Kate's biggest fan and I thought that if I show up with you then it'll put her in more of a bad mood." Hmm, he had a point. "I just need like 10 minutes to get her into her bedroom to talk, then you're free to come in without the wrath of Kate." He shrugged.

"I think I'll do that Elliot. You can be my distraction for her so I don't get ripped a new one." He smirked. This could actually be a good idea, he could go and quickly buy her dinner and they could sit down and talk together whilst eating. He saw Elliot's shoulders sag in relief.

"Thanks man, I'm gonna head out now. You can come and wait, or leave in 10?" Elliot said.

"I'll get Taylor to drive me. Good luck."

"You too bro."

Elliot's POV

Pulling up outside of the girls apartment, he found his nerves take off to a whole new high. Deep breaths...you can do this, he told himself as he paid the cab driver. He climbed the stairs to their apartment, thinking about what to say but his mind wouldn't work. He had no idea what he was going to say. He knocked on the door, but didn't get an answer. Maybe the girls were already in bed? He tried the door to find it unlocked. Weird. He walked into their apartment, only to find music playing loudly, a half drunk bottle of tequila and two shot glasses...oh and Kate's numerous bags. So...at least he knew that Kate was at home.

Making his way to Kate's room, he looked around the apartment making sure that she wasn't in any of the rooms. He was trying to be quiet, as to not wake Ana. Walking up to Kate's bedroom door, he noticed the door open and light on. He took a deep, calming breath to hide his nerves before peering through the door. His pants immediately tightened at the sight in front of him. A nearly naked Kate was laid in the middle of the bed, her hands tied with his tie to the headboard and Ana in between her legs, also topless with the tiniest shorts you can imagine. What the hell were these girls playing at? He should have let them know that he's there, but he wanted to see where these two beauties were going with their little game. He then heard Ana and nearly came in his pants.

"Tied your hands...now you have to do as I say...now I have you right where I want you...Now...I can do what I want with you...and all you can do is watch, see?" He watched as she ran a single finger down the front of Kate's panties and heard a loud moan escape from Kate. He knew her body, she was ready. What had they been doing before for her to get so turned on like this?

"I want to taste you Kate...can I taste you?" He bit on his knuckles to stop the groan that was fighting to escape him. This was close to one of his secret fantasies, except he wasn't in the middle of these chicks. He watched Kate writhe and grind her hips, obviously looking for some friction whilst practically screaming "Yes...God yes Ana!" The throbbing of his cock in his pants was almost too painful to bear and he couldn't stop from stroking himself through his pants as he watches Ana's small hands practically rip off Kate's small thong. He saw Kate open herself up for Ana whilst she watched in amazement. He could she that she too was turned from the pink hue in her cheeks and by the way she was panting. One delicate finger traced down Kate's folds which caused her hips to buck and her to whimper "Ana...please...you said you wanted to taste...I'm ready...please!" He started rubbing himself harder and harder as he watched Ana's head lower slowly, looking into Kate's eyes. He could see nothing but need in them, and obviously so could Ana as she dove straight into Kate's pussy. He'd never seen Kate move so much. Damn...Ana must have some moves! Ana stopped Kate's movements by pushing her hips into the mattress. Kate's head was thrown back and her mouth was hanging wide open, panting heavily. He had no idea what Ana had just done, but it caused a high pitched squeal to come from Kate. "Oooh, I'm close Ana...so close. Just...a little...moooore!" Kate carried on screaming and squealing. He saw Ana bring her hand up, and entering two of her fingers into Kate. Oh man. He was going to have to jerk off non stop for a week to get over this!

He jumped nearly 10 feet in the air when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He removed the hand from his mouth, and his erection and looked towards his brother. His brother was smirking at him shaking his head, probably wondering why he was stood there feeling himself through his pants.

"Yes! Yes! Oh!..."He heard the start of Kate's orgasm, but it wasn't until she screamed Ana's name that Christian's face changed from a smirk, to a look of confusion. "Ana! Fuuuuuuck!" He turned his head and looked through the doorway, obviously seeing Ana helping Kate to ride out her orgasm. The loud, and angry voice of his brother again...made him jump out of his skin.

"MINE!" He was literally red in the face, hands fisted by his sides as he shook in anger.

"Shit." He only just caught what Ana whispered. They were obviously not expecting company tonight.

A/N - Tadaaaa! I know there's still no progression in this story...but I felt that we needed to know how much the guys were suffering...AND how much Elliot was enjoying himself. Please review! The next chapter WILL be progression, so we'll get to see the consequences of the girls actions ;) Suggestions are welcome!