Hey, long time no see. Ok, that's my fault, I haven't updated for a long time. But I had a lot of work to do and two other fics to write. But here is the new chapter. Enjoy!

Wicked soul.

Tonight's the night I shed my wicked soul.

Neria was pacing in Sinedd's apartment. She was supposed to be at a photo shoot but she was too worried by her lover-and-almost-boyfriend's behavior. He had been more and more distant with her. Actually, she had woken up with a massive hangover two weeks ago and since then, each time she had been cuddly, he had gently but firmly pushed her away.

This made her nervous. And the fact that she could not remember what had happened that particular night, two weeks ago, did not help her. She just remembered coming early at Sinedd's apartment. He was not here so she had decided to cook for him and then… And then nothing. Everything was dark. Try as she might, she could not remember a thing and Sinedd would always avoid the subject.

"What happened? Damn, what did I do?" she wondered for the thousand times.

She was desperate. She could see him moving away from her day after day. She didn't want it. She wanted him to be near her, to held her, to kiss her fiercely. She could feel tears coming to her eyes. She didn't want to lose him. And she would not lose him. Never.

Everything was his fault. That fucking rasta boy. He had already a girlfriend but that was not enough for him. He needed her boyfriend. With that innocent look, that "I'm so guilty to cheat on my girlfriend but I just can't help myself" attitude. Yeah, right. He liked it, that little bitch, being fucked widely by a man like Sinedd. He was so jealous of her, she could see that. She was allowed to be with Sinedd, he was not. But, somehow, he had found a way to steal him. Yes, she was pretty sure that Rocket was responsible for Sinedd's current behavior. And he would pay for it.

Sinedd was upset. That night, when Neria had nearly confessed her feelings for him, was still in his mind. She had forgotten everything, but he had not. And, since then, his attitude towards her had changed. He avoided her, claiming that he was too tired for "it". She had first accepted this excuse. It was logical anyway. He was training all day. But it would not work forever and, sooner or later, she would start asking questions that Sinedd didn't want to answer. What happened during that night? Why was he so distant? Was it over?

Breaking with her might be a solution. But was it a good solution? If she was in love with him, she would be hurt and Sinedd didn't want to hurt her in any way. He didn't love her but he had real affection for her. She didn't deserve to suffer, especially because of him. Yet, what was he supposed to do?

His thoughts were interrupted by Rocket entering the changing room. There were just the two of them. Practice was finished for a long time and all the others had already left. The striker had stayed. He knew Neria was home and he didn't want to confront her. The midfielder had left with the others. But, for some reasons, he was standing here, looking at his lover.

"What do you want?" Sinedd snapped. He was not in the mood for dealing with him right now.

"I was wonderin'…" Rocket said softly, as if to himself. "I was wonderin' why I fell for somebody like you."

"Dunno." The black-haired striker shrugged.

"You don' care about anything, don t'you? You don' care about how much people suffered because of you! You're just a selfish bastard!"

Sinedd raised an eyebrow. "You're drunk." he said, matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm drunk, you asshole! My life was way easier without you. Then you came and screw up everything! Since that fucking night…"

"Hey, if I remember well, you didn't push me that night, or any other night after. If I remember well, you quite enjoyed it when I fucked you." Sinedd replied. Of course, he felt guilty for this situation. But he was not the only one in this relationship. He was not the one who came back again and again. Two to tango, as they said.

"You're the only responsible for all this. You introduced me to Netherball, you seduced me, you've made me do those dirty things, you've made feel like a whore. I was a normal boy with a normal life." Rocket stopped, thinking for a moment. "Well, almost normal. Now I'm cheating on my girlfriend, I'm sleeping wit' a boy, wit' you." He accused, pointing at Sinedd. "And, there're all these bad, bad feelings: anxiety, anger, jealousy… I feel darkness surrounding me. I feel that I'm becoming like… you."

He had said this last word with so much disgust that it hurt Sinedd, deeply. He raised slowly, his jaw tightened. Rocket shivered when he saw the dark look in the striker's eyes. He withstood his gaze, though. He would not give up, not tonight. He felt courageous, strong, thanks mostly to the three glasses of whiskey he had drunk earlier. Three in a row, which was way too much for someone who was more used to drink water than alcohol.

"What! Don t'you understand that I don' want to become someone like you! Who would like t'be like you anyway? A lonely boy, wizout family, wizout friend, who thinks he is the best Galactik Football player in the entire galaxy but is just a looser. You know what? You sucks, your life sucks!

"Shut up!" Sinedd cried.

"You make me shut up!" Rocket defied him. That's what Sinedd did, by crashing his lips against the midfielder's.

Rocket was a little taken aback but quickly kissed back. The boys started undressing, unaware that another person was in the room, watching them.

Caught, again. But, who caught them? The answer in the next chapter.

I know, the chapter is short. But I wanted to update this story, cause I have two other fics to update.

The song "Wicked Soul" is by Kubb.

The faults in Rocket's sentences are made on purpose. He is drunk, and it would be strange for a drunk and very upset boy to speak flawless English, neh?

As always, I'm looking for your reviews.