Hello again! Once again I will be using this section to tell you all how wonder you are! Thank you to every reviewer/reader/faver/alerter…I appreciate it so much! You all give me such a boost to get my next chapters out on time…which results in me not procrastinating as much and trust me I am the Queen of procrastination! Just one warning for this chapter…I think its borderline M in one small part, I haven't changed the rating but I may do in the future. Any way, please enjoy!

Brendan Brady couldn't help but fidget as he sat in Hollyoak's police station. The young boy next to him shifted awkwardly, but didn't say a word. Instead he continued to loudly tap his foot against his chair. Brendan closed his eyes and tried to tune out the annoying noise. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to strangle or kiss the boy, his emotions towards him were that conflicted. The boy was fast becoming an everyday feature in his life and this made Brendan uncomfortable. They didn't know each other and to the outside world they were not compatible. But Steven had somehow managed to worm his way in and was fast becoming the forbidden fruit in his life.

He glanced over at Steven's bored face and caught himself staring at his pouty lips. The lips that had felt so amazing against his own less than twenty-four hours ago. Brendan had felt something that he hadn't for years when they'd kissed and it terrified him. He could see himself falling for the boy and that was not part of the plan. Steven looked so childlike, breakable even and Brendan found the need to protect him growing with each passing day.

'Will you stop that tapping!' growled a young woman sitting opposite them.

Ste's cheeks flushed red. 'Sorry.' he mumbled, looking down at the floor.

Brendan glared icily at her. 'You got a problem?'

The woman's eyes glanced up at the most wanted poster above Brendan's head; it had the image of a man wanted for triple murder that looked suspiciously like Brendan on it. 'No.' she squeaked, standing up and moving to a line of chairs the over end of the room.

Ste looked at Brendan with big eyes. 'Thanks, you didn't have to do that you know?'

Brendan grunted and glanced back down at the magazine he was holding.

Ste leaned over and glanced down at the article it was open at. 'Five ways to make the menopause magnificent?' he said slowly. 'Or is it spice up your sex life with our six sizzling secrets for the over sixties?'

Brendan slammed the magazine shut. 'I wasn't reading that.'

Ste raised an eyebrow. 'Sure you weren't. Though it would explain a lot, your Aunt May said you've been having mood swings.'

Brendan rolled up the magazine and playfully hit Ste on the head with it. 'Less of the cheek.'

Ste was quiet for a moment and caught himself just staring at Brendan. 'I'm sorry I wrecked your suit.'

He shrugged. 'I've never liked it much any way.'

Ste chewed his lip. 'I'm sorry I got Aunt May arrested too.'

Brendan rolled his eyes. 'Ye didn't, she did that all by herself. It's not your fault she thinks she's Ireland's equivalent to Chuck Norris, Steven.'

'But it wouldn't have happened if it weren't for me. I'm bad news Brendan, I've done stuff in the past that I'm not proud of.' Ste glanced around the police station to check no-one was listening. 'This isn't my first time in a police station.'

'It's not mine either.' said Brendan simply.

The two stared at each other and Brendan was surprised when the younger man smiled at him.

'Bet you ain't done half the stuff I have.' said Ste, there was a glint in his eye.

Brendan could hear the challenge in his voice. 'I was committing crimes while you were still in nappies.'

'I was committing crimes in nappies.' Boasted Ste. 'I was the first two year old to nearly get arrested for shop lifting, Pauline used to make me steal pick a mix from Woolworths.'

'When I was a kid growing up in Ireland I had my own gang and I used to sell alcohol to the other kids.' Brendan found himself once again transfixed by Ste's lips, watching their every movement.

Ste snorted, 'I once snuck in a bottle of vodka into school and drank it behind the bike sheds.'

Brendan could feel his heart quickening. 'Well when I was a teenager I began dealing drugs.'

Ste snorted, his eyes dancing with an unknown emotion. 'When I was a teenager I was dealing drugs, nicking cars and drinking.' He pushed himself closer to Brendan.

'I once nicked a car and nearly ran over my own Da.' said Brendan fiercely, his eyes fixed on Ste.

'Well I once tried to push my step-father down the stairs.' said Ste victoriously.

Brendan couldn't stand it any more; he reached forward and grabbed Ste's face with his. He brought their lips together and began to roughly kiss the younger man. He was going to show Steven exactly how bad he really was. In seconds Ste was being pulled into his lap as Brendan slid his hands up his lower back. Ste let out a low moan and deepened the kiss. Their lips were once again doing at dance that they both seemed to know the steps for. Ste slid his hands down the back and Brendan's shirt and dug his nails hard into the flesh of his back. Instead of withdrawing, Brendan pulled him even closer and their kiss developed into something even more savage. Brendan ran his teeth along Ste's bottom lip and the nails in his back dug in further. Ste pushed himself even harder into Brendan, trying to get rid of any bit of space between the two of them.

After what seemed like a lifetime the two finally pulled apart and Ste flushed when he realised he was practically straddling the older man. They didn't separate, but instead stayed in their current positions breathing heavily, forehead to forehead.

'See,' said Ste breathlessly. 'Told you I was bad. Although I've never snogged anyone in a police station before.'

Brendan's eyes glinted for a moment and he casually removed his hand from Ste's back and slipped it through the waistband of his trousers. 'What was that Steven?' he asked smugly, as he hand began to drift lower and into his boxers.

'Get a room!'

The two sprung apart as if they'd both been burnt. Ste's face flushed bright red as he found himself standing several metres away from Brendan. His hair was a mess, his lips pink and his pupils dilated with lust. Brendan, however, was still sat calmly, with only a few undone shirt buttons revealing that anything was amiss. Ste shifted from one foot to another, before he sat back down next to Brendan and tried his best to look composed. Only a boy sat on chairs nearby seemed to have noticed their heated exchange.

'Well that's never happened before.' said Ste awkwardly.

Brendan ignored him because he was too busy trying to calm down his heart and another part of his body which was begging for attention. He gripped onto his chair, forcing himself not to touch Steven again. If he touched the man again he would end up kissing him and if he kissed him he wouldn't be able to stop. He would get arrested for tearing off Steven's clothes right in the middle of Hollyoak's police station, he highly doubted that would be good publicity for Chez Chez.

'I think I won our little game.' said Brendan quietly.

Ste opened his mouth to argue but was distracted when a door to their right swung open to reveal Aunt May. She hobbled out and looked quite pleased with herself, a police officer was following her.

'You alright laddie?' she asked when she reached Ste. 'You're looking ever so peaky. Hope our Brendan's been looking after you out here.'

Ste's face got even redder. 'Yeh, he's definitely been keeping me busy.'

Aunt May nodded and then turned back to the policeman who was standing behind her. 'Don't you think this young man would make a lovely match for our Cheryl?'

Brendan looked quite bored. 'Chez is getting married. If you keep forgetting this we might have to look into putting you into a home and wouldn't that be a shame?'

Aunt May glowered at him. 'Please excuse my nephew Mr Walker; he has never had any manners.'

The police officer smiled at her, 'that's quite alright.'

Aunt May gazed at him again with a look of pure adoration on her face. 'I've never seen a man with such beautiful hair before.' she reached forward and touched a stray strand of it. 'It's so soft; you could do a hair care commercial. Could you do me a favour and flick it from side to side laddie, as if you were taking off a helmet or something.'

'Aunt May.' said Brendan warningly.

'Its okay.' said Walker kindly; he swished his head from side to side to appease the older lady. 'My Nan's the same age.'

Aunt May continued to stare longingly at him. 'If only I was forty years younger, I bet you could teach an old girl like me a few things or two.'

Ste's mouth fell open. 'Aunt May!'

Her eyes glinted with even more mischief. 'Have you ever considered dating an older woman, Mr Walker? I've always wondered what it would be like to have a toy boy.' she grabbed a hold of one of his muscled arms. 'I bet a gust of wind wouldn't knock you over like our Cheryl's Nate. It would take a train to take you out.'

'I think you should leave the poor police officer alone Aunt May,' said Brendan darkly. 'The poor man doesn't need a murder investigation on his hands.'

'What murder?' asked Aunt May, tearing her eyes away from the police officer.

'The one I'm about to commit if you don't hurry up and get in my car.' answered Brendan.

Aunt May let out a long sigh. 'See what I have to put up with Mr Walker? I don't know what young Ste sees in him, he certainly isn't dating my nephew for his winning personality.'

'It must be my skills in the bedroom.' said Brendan, trying to embarrass the older woman.

Ste shifted awkwardly in his seat, as Walker's eyes were now fixed on him. 'He's joking.' He glanced down and noticed the magazine in the seat next to him that Walker was reading the title of: Ten positions that will seduce and satisfy your hungry hunk. 'I wasn't reading that!' he squeaked.

Walker raised an eyebrow, but didn't say a word. 'Any way I've just came out here to tell you that May is free to go. Pauline Hay has dropped all charges and I'm satisfied with May's version of events'

Aunt May looked as if this didn't surprise her. 'Like I said Mr Walker, I slipped on a tray that Ste's business partner had left on the floor and accidentally hit her on the head whilst I was trying to get my balance. It's that Stug you should be bringing in for questioning; he's a menace to society! I wouldn't be surprised if he ended up in one of your cells soon. Even the knitwear he wears in a crime against society, think of how many people's eyes you'd be saving if you arrested the boy.'

'Unfortunately I can't do things like that.' said Walker, humouring the older lady. 'I've got to go finish my shift, but you make sure to keep out of trouble. I don't want to see someone of your age in here again.' he held out a hand and shook Aunt May's with it.

Aunt May let out a sad sigh as Walker disappeared back through one of the doors. 'I wish I'd asked him what he washes his hair in.' she glanced down at the magazine sitting next to Ste. 'Are you going to take that home?'

Ste wordlessly shook his head and pushed the magazine away from him.

Brendan pulled his keys out of his pocket. 'We better get you home to Chez, she'll be wondering where you are.' his eyes linger a little too long on Ste.

Aunt May let out an annoyed sigh. 'Let her wonder, I want to nip to Price Slice to see if I can get myself arrested for shop lifting. I think a night in the cells with Mr Walker would do me the world of good. I wonder if he'll man handle me if I resist arrest...'