Rating: M (graphic violence and language)

Summary: Justin has been through heck with Wade, and Heath has had the last bit of it.

A/N: I give my thanks to Scarlet-chuu for the wonderful inspiration! Thanx!

Justin was wrapped in Heath's arms. Another bad dream awoke the South African. Heath held Justin close as he felt him sobbing. Heath had enough of Wade's antics; He was first all over Justin like he wanted him whether Justin wanted him or not, now he have the nerve to rape his boyfriend? Something had to be done.

"Justin, are you okay?" Heath asked Justin because he stopped crying.

"No, I'm not okay!" Justin shouted. "I was raped today and you're gonna ask me, am I okay?" Heath looked at Justin.

"Sorry, I didn't think…Never mind."

"I didn't mean to yell at you like that." Justin looked at Heath, his eyes red with tears. "I want to go back to sleep." Justin wrapped himself in two comforters.

"Good night, Justin." Heath kissed his forehead and rubbed his covered arms as Justin fell gently asleep. Justin snorted in his sleep, making Heath chuckle. Heath's smile faded as he remembered what he walked in on.

"That bastard has pushed his luck with me." Heath mumbled. "He tried to steal my confused Justin from me, and now he raped him? Something shall and WILL be done." Justin squinted his eyes at Heath.

"Who are you talking to?" Justin groaned.

"Myself."

Justin giggled. "Don't answer yourself." He turned back around and went to sleep.

Wade was watching some TV in his hotel room, thinking about what he had done to Justin. Ehh…He deserved it. Wade thought. As soon as he was about to go into the bathroom and brush his teeth, a violent knock was at his door. He thought it was the police.

"Who is it?" Wade asked, his voice trembling.

"Heath, open the hell up!" Wade smirked and opened the door. Heath had his eyes filled with hate; it almost stabbed Wade's heart.

"Why?" Heath asked. "Why did you think you had the nerve to rape my boyfriend?"

"Oh, so he's your boyfriend, now." Wade chuckled. "Last time I remember, Justin was a slut." Heath pushed Wade to a wall, making him hit his head.

"Don't you ever call Justin a slut again, you psychopath." Heath growled, pinning Wade to the wall by his shoulders. "Now give me a perfectly good reason why I shouldn't call the police."

"Because," Wade kneed Heath in the stomach, making him collapse on the floor. "You are afraid of me. I'm stronger than you, and you know it."

"Strength ain't got nothing to do with it." Heath said, standing up. "It's our love that matters. You scarred Justin forever and you can't give his innocence back to him." Heath punched Wade in the jaw, causing his mouth to bleed.

"You bastard." Wade threw Heath across the room, smashing his head on one of the glass vases. Wade picked Heath up and banged his head on the wall repeatedly, opening a small slit in his head. "I don't care what I did to Justin. He deserved it."

"No he didn't!" Heath spat. "Justin was just confused! He didn't know what was going on. He just needed some time!"

"You're not really taking up for him, are you?"

"Yeah, so? Justin needed some time! Now let me go so I can get you arrested!" Heath kicked Wade in the chest to free himself. He stumbled up to the phone and tried to call 911. That blow to the head made him a little dizzy.

"Heath, if you do that, I swear to God, I will-"Wade stated.

"You will what?" Heath said. "What will you do that'll hurt me?" Wade grinned. He reached behind the black leather sofa and pulled out a black revolver. Heath backed away, his eyes wide at his bloody fate.

"Now, are you gonna call the police?" Wade asked.

"You're crazy." Heath mumbled.

"Now, get out of my house." Wade walked forward to Heath; the revolver was pointed at his stomach. "If you call the police when you leave, I'll be sure to give Justin another visit."

"Wade, it doesn't have to be like this." Heath cooed. "J-Just put the gun down."

"I don't think I want to. I don't care if someone from the other hotel room hears the shot, I'll just tell them that I dropped a light bulb."

"Okay…" Heath sighed. "I'll leave. Just please, put the gun down."

Heath made his way toward the door, but before he could even touch the doorknob, a bullet made its way through his stomach. Ounces of blood were splattered on the wall. Heath slid down, his mouth filling up with the red liquid. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he passed out. Wade walked up to Heath and smirked.

"You should've left faster, Slater." Wade stepped on his head. "Now there's NOTHING from stopping me from getting Justin." Then it hit him. How am I going to get him back now? I raped him and shot his boyfriend. What's wrong with me? Wade picked the bleeding ginger and put him on the sofa. He looked at the bleeding man and sighed, picking up the phone resting on the table.

"911, I shot someone."

A/N: CLIFFHANGER! XD I hoped you liked. Review and favorite! Shino-Chan loves you!