Here's chapter 7! In this chapter, Dave is pretty much stalking Stuart around after Brian talks to him because he wants to see how Stuart is reacting to the breakup; seeing if he can tell whether or not the cheating was the intent, but of course, Dave doesn't know what to believe. And, just a heads up, Dave may sound like he's dealing with the whole breaking up thing just fine, but really, he's super torn up about it.

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Stuart's lips molded together with the minion's in front of him, over and over again. His little moans of ecstasy burning through his throat as their hands danced over each other's heated bodies. Larry pressed himself closer to the shorter male, looking out of the corner of his eye and to the petrified minion standing in the doorway, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. Dave could see everything playing out before him, Stuart not even aware of his presence. His eye was shut tight as he breathed deeply, trying to keep himself contained. The drug Larry was feeding him kept Stuart addicted and hooked while it slowly, but surely, killed Dave. The scene recycled in his mind, the treacherous sounds of their shared grunts and moans echoed through his ears, but no matter how hard he tried to bring a halt to the memories, they stormed his brain like hailstones.

Dave's vision stayed locked in on the two, now moving against each other. His hand was reaching out before he could stop himself, stretching out to the one-eyed minion he knew all too well, the one that stole his heart; then destroyed it.

"Dave..." Stuart's voice called, mouth filled with Larry's long, serpent-like tongue. The pink muscle shoving its way down Stuart's throat. "...Dave..."

"Stuart..." He needed to reach just a little farther, and he could grab him. Make him stay.

"Dave!..." The voice was louder now, closer than before.

"DAVE!"

Dave's eyes opened heavily, the dull pain instantly setting into his skull, but now he was pulled from his dream. Picking his head up off the desk below him, he peered up at one of the minions that he did not want to see. Brian stood over him, glaring softly.

"What do you want?" Dave hissed, rubbing his aching head.

"I wanted to check on you. I happened to pass by and saw you...like this..." Brian said, gesturing towards Dave's disheveled appearance. He took reserve in the vacant seat next to the relatively new leader, ignoring the nasty glare he got from the other male. "You okay?" He asked, acute worry forcing his tone to become soft and velvety. He hadn't seen Dave in this condition for a very long time.

"If I weren't okay, you would know," Dave said, tone a little softer.

"So you're just sleeping because you're tired?"

Dave rolled his eyes.

"I know you, Dave. You don't sleep on the clock."

Becoming slightly angry, Dave spun away from Brian, scowling at the floor. "Why the hell would you care?" He snapped, crossing his arms.

"Because I'm your friend, your brother, and your family and family is supposed to be there for each other. That's why I care."

Dave tensed, straining to drive away the tears that threatened to fall. "Family doesn't stab each other in the back though."

"No one's stabbed you in the back. Trust me."

Dave felt a soft hand touch his back, comforting but yet, it wasn't enough to make Dave feel even the slightest bit better. "You don't even know what happen."

"No. But Stuart does. Maybe you should talk to him."

Dave turned his body back towards Brian. "W-what?"

"Talk to him."

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The breakroom was as packed as usual. Minions, chatting and loitering about, were scattered in every space of the room. It gave Dave the cover he needed to sit close, but far enough, to Stuart to see how he was reacting to the breakup. To see if he was perhaps missing something. 'Talk to him.' Brian's words that kept running through his mind. 'How though?' He asked himself.

Stuart sat two tables away from him, eye downcast on his tray, food just as untouched as Dave's. The one-eyed male never looked up, never looked around. He just kept his gaze down, silent tears cascading down his cheeks. Dave watched as a few of his brothers tried to get Stuart to talk, but after all the effort, Stuart was still completely mute.

Kevin walked into the room, eyes scanning quickly over the vast mass of flocking yellow and blue until finally stopping. Dave couldn't help but feel a little surprised that the leader was here. He never left his office. Kevin stayed locked away in his secluded area until his shift was over. He even had his bathroom in there. When Kevin sat next to Stuart, the one-eyed male's arms instantly wrapped themselves around the taller henchmen's waist, broken sobs grabbing the attention of any passers. Stuart hid his face in Kevin's chest, figure quivering as he let himself drown in his tears.

Dave watched from afar, his heart punching his ribcage. The lump in his throat never dwindled, no matter how hard he swallowed and yet, the effort was futile. As he carefully observed the scene before him, images of the past night snapped in his brain, flashes of memories tearing Dave's eyes from the pair and to his tray. His shoulders rose and fell as his breathing became faster and deeper, anger starting to rear its ugly head.

Furiously pushing himself to his feet, he left the break room as quick as possible.

Kevin's eyes followed a familiar male as he fled to the entrance and back to his station, feeling the boy cradled against him try to press himself further into him like he was attempting to morph with him. It was one of Stuart's comfort habits; he tries to get as close as minionly possible to the one holding him. Looking down, he sighed, softly, when he saw Stuart had hidden his goggles in between Kevin arm and side, shielding his sight from the world around him.

"C'mon, Stuart," Kevin said, gently pushing Stuart back into a seated position. "I know you're sad, but please. The pain won't last forever."

"He thinks I did it, Kevin. I tried explaining to him that it was a mistake. He kicked me out without hearing me." Stuart cried.

"He'll come around. I think, deep down, Dave knows that you're not at fault. He's just confused and doesn't know what to believe."

"Why won't he let me explain then? He'll know what to believe if he lets me talk to him."

"He has a broken heart, Stuart. Even if you tell him what happen, how does he know you're not lying?"

"Because I've never lied to him before."

Kevin brought Stuart back into a hug. "Then try to have Dave listen to you. He loves you; he always will. So he can't avoid you forever. That beating heap of muscle in his chest won't allow it."

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The evening bell, signaling the end of the day, rang out. The first shift was released to go home.

Quietly packing up his stuff, tossing his papers and personal laptop into his bag, he zipped it shut. Being the leader of his section has its perks, but it also left him a lot of free time to think; which at the moment, was not a good thing for Dave. The day was comparatively uneventful, made up of minions fighting, as usual, each other for certain positions or jobs or because they just couldn't get along.

Hauling his bag onto his shoulder, he proceeded to carry on his way home. On the way, he passed by the lairs store. It bustled with brother's getting the things they needed for their homes or food for their bellies. What caught his attention though, was Stuart. He was drifting down the aisle containing a diverse selection of spirited liquids, stopping at one with a black label and red borders. Dave would never understand why Stuart's getaway strategy was to drink his sorrows away, but nevertheless, it made Dave feel bad. He recalled the incident that took place just before he and Stuart had gotten together. The one-eyed minion had drunken so much that he poisoned himself.

When Stuart purchased the bottles of his choice, Dave slipped behind a pillar that was erected not far from the doors of the shop as Stuart came out, hiding. Curiosity flooded Dave's senses.

'Only this one time; I'll see what's so great about the stuff he drinks.'

After Stuart had disappeared, Dave sauntered into the store, going up to the bottle that Stuart had just bought. Scanning the label and making his decision, the two-eyed minion walked to the cash register where he saw Larry. Dave could feel his skin crawl as he got closer, not making eye contact with the still working male.

"Hey, Dave," Larry spoke.

"Larry," Dave answered shortly, not wanting to make conversation with the other male. He placed his bottle on the counter and looked to a different part of the store, refusing to fix his gaze on the minion in front of him. He knew that Larry could feel the anger coming off of Dave, judging by the way that Larry didn't say anything further. But, of course, that didn't last long.

"Are you coming over tonight?"

The question forced Dave to look at the barely grinning minion. "For what?" Dave snapped.

"Well, Stuart was in here just before you got here and I invited him over and said to bring you as well. It'll be a very fun night."

What?! Stuart was already getting situated with this cocky asshole?!

Dave's jaw tightened. "As if. I'd rather kill myself than hang with you."

Larry laughed. "So, so rude, Dave. It was just a friendly invitation."

Growling, Dave slammed some cash onto the booth and snatched up his bottle. It was a pretty significant item for him, so he had to carry it around the neck to keep it from falling out of his hands.

The walk to his home felt longer than usual, but when Dave arrived, he was reluctant to open his door. Did he want to walk back into a home that he had so much love in? Frowning, Dave pressed a couple of buttons on his door and opened it. Without going inside or even looking around, he threw his bag onto the floor; the bottle still gripped tightly in his hand. Shutting the door, Dave stomped his way around until he found the home that he was looking for, passing Stuart's reclaimed room on the way. Knocking frantically, he waited. His foot tapped impatiently against the ground. After a couple of seconds, the door finally opened, revealing a tall, not very happy looking, minion.

"Hey, Tim." Dave greeted, trying super hard to fight back his tears. "Can...can I come in?"

Tim didn't answer, just stared him down. He must have either just went to sleep or woken up because he had that confused, tired look on his face. After a short wait, Tim nodded, moving aside. Dave stepped through, face twisted up in anger, but once the door shut, he broke down. Silently, the old minion watched as Dave sobbed, hastily rubbing at his eyes.

"What happen?" Tim asked, coming up beside Dave.

"It's Stuart." Dave cried.

"What did he do?"

"He cheated on me, and fucking Larry seems to like to try and make me even more upset than I already am." Dave set his bottle on the ground to rub at his eyes some more. "He told me that he invited Stuart over, probably to drink because that's what Stuart does when he's sad, but he made it sound like other things were going to happen." Reaching down to pick his bottle off the floor, he scratched at the peg, wanting it to open.

Seeing this, Tim left Dave's side, momentarily, and walked over to the cabinet that was positioned over his stove in his kitchen and brought out a bottle opener. "Here." Tim offered, passing off the little metal object to his friend. "I didn't know you drank."

"I don't, but today I thought, why not?" Dave said, twisting the corkscrew into the plug and pulling. "Besides, I don't have anything better to do," Dave muttered, taking a swig from the vessel once the cork came out with an audible 'pop.' The taste made him shudder, but the burning sensation in the back of throat was something that he couldn't pass up. After more generous swallows of the tangy fluid, Dave could feel his mind start to relax, and his vision became less focused. So this is what Stuart liked so much about it. The feeling only intensified as the minutes passed by.

Tim didn't say anything. He just kept a close eye on Dave as the shorter minion started to sway. "You might want to slow down. You've been here for not even ten minutes, and half of that bottle is already gone." Tim advised. "You'll make yourself sick."

Dave looked at Tim out of the corner of his eyes, pulling the carafe away from his lips, he held it out to Tim, who hesitantly took it.

"Are you done?" The taller male asked.

"No, but do you want some?"

"I guess it wouldn't hurt," Tim laughed, tipping it up and letting the liquid fall into his throat. "If it'll keep you from drinking it, that is."

A couple of hours passed, Tim, who was now somewhat drunk, let Dave cuddle against him while they sat on the couch. It wasn't until Dave started sliding his hand through Tim's shirt that the taller minion gently pushed the smaller male off of him. Dave gazed at him with clouded eyes.

"I don't know what you think you're doing but you shouldn't be, okay?" Tim said, soft enough so Dave wouldn't think he was mad.

"W-why n~not?" Dave asked, words slurred.

"You're drunk. Very drunk. You'll regret doing anything like that."

Dave laughed, pulling his hands from Tim's grip and balancing himself on them, his palms pressing into the cushion beneath him. "No, I w-won't."

"You will. Trust me." Tim tried to reason with the minion across from him, but his breath caught in his throat when Dave's big brown eyes stared up into his, gleaming with drunken need. 'Oh, God.'

"Please?"

"Dave..."

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Uh oh! What's gonna happen? I'm pretty sure we all know what is about to commence but please, stay for more!

Love to all! Ciao!

-PZ