Well I hope everyone had a wonderful fourth of July. For those who don't live outside of the US...uh well, I dunno what you do on this holiday. Haha, the Brits probably sit around and sip earl grey tea and chew on crumpets and mumble "We could've won..." XDD I love the Brits! You guys most likely have way more fun than I do on the fourth of July. I just walked around town with my friend Tiffany in the sweltering hot sun with my longish green hair, and got kisses from every dog I met, and got pelted with candy from passing parade floats and ate an awesome banana split with two vanilla scoops and a scoop of cotton candy ice cream in the middle with hot fudge and caramell and a whipped cream mountain on each scoop of ice cream and TWO cherries. Not one, but TWO...

I'm sorry I think i just drooled a little bit...

I'm sorry to say that I'll be going camping, and I won't be back until the 17th. I have no internet access, and no laptop access, so I won't be able to do any posting for the next ten days. Don't worry though my friends, I'll be back, and will most likely have worked on the next couple chapters in my journal which I can transfer to my laptop when I get back.

Anyways, I figured I ought to at least give you guys a chapter before I left. And I am very, extremely happy to say that this chapter contains the lovely hot, sweaty, violent sex that you guys have been waiting for. It's not the best I've written, and I know you guys might be a little mad once you reach the chapter's end...hint hint, a bit of a cliffhanger...eheh...^_^'

But nevertheless, I hope you guys enjoy it. I hope to come back on the 17th and find a bunch of comment notices in my mailbox in which you guys say things like "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU LEFT ME HANGIN! OH YOU STINKIN...YOU'D BETTER COME BACK AND POST THREE CHAPTERS YOU LETTUCE HEAD!"

Haha, I've been called Treehead, but never Lettuce Head. XDDD That's interesting. I love you guys, I'll miss you, I hope you'll miss me too, and I hope you guys like the chapter. See ya when I get back! Kisses!

~Will's POV~

I didn't bother to bite back my twelfth yawn. I reached up and rubbed at my eyes. Then I dragged my hands down my face. My eyelids were heavy with tiredness. I made myself sit up and I wrapped my arms around my shins and laid my chin on my kneecaps. I drew in a breath and heaved a long, tired sigh.

I was sitting on the roof right outside of my bedroom window. The street was lit up by a few streetlights and the porch lights of most of the neighboring houses. The night was warm, and dim under the sliver of the moon and quiet.

I turned my wrist to get a glance at my watch. According to the blue digital numbers, it was 10:46pm. I went back to hugging my shins and tilted my head so my cheek was lying against my kneecaps. I didn't know why I was still sitting out here.

When I'd gotten home, I'd gone inside, and done my homework; at least what I could understand of it. And then I had simply waited around. First I had sat in the backyard on the poolside, ears twitching every time I heard a vehicle going by, or the neighbor's cat meowing at passersby, trying to get them to pet him. Then I'd made camp up in my room, plucking at my guitar until dinnertime, glancing out of my windows every time I saw or thought I saw movement out of my peripheral vision.

And after finishing a family dinner, and helping with the dishes, I retreated back to my room and then climbed out my window where I sat quietly as the day sank into night.

I felt like sitting out here any longer would be pointless and I should just climb back through my window, lie down in my bed and just conk out. But then again, I felt like that if I went inside and went to sleep, he would come by and I would miss him. Sure it was almost eleven o'clock on a school night. Sure I'd been up since 5:30am and I was exhausted.

The thing was, I didn't know Warren that well, but I did learn that he has the tendency to be completely unpredictable. Earlier this afternoon, during my little excursion to use handing his bandana over as a way to speak with him, I was sure he was just gonna shove me against a wall, assault my stomach with his hard knuckles while holding my wrists above my head with a single big, strong hand. But he'd surprised me by being physically civil aside from pushing me up against the locker and pulling my hair.

I had thought that he was just gonna say "Buzz off, Stronghold," or "Get lost, Stronghold," or "Fuck you, Stronghold," when I had asked where he worked. But he'd surprised me with what looked like a sign of him actually giving in. He'd surprised me by asking me where I lived. Warren was calling the shots and I knew it.

I closed my eyes. Well, since he's not coming tonight, what am I gonna say to him if I see him tomorrow? It'd be nice if I didn't go off half-cocked and pull another 'nothing to say' stunt like I did today…

I think I might have dozed off. Couldn't have been for more than a minute, at least that's what it felt like. But something woke me up. I opened my eyes, my ears perking, listening to the sound that was breaking the quietness of night. It was a motor…an engine…one of those two. And it was coming. I had a little déjà vu when I realized that it was a motorcycle.

I lifted my head from my knees and looked down the street.

A moment later I saw a headlight cut through the darkness and turn onto my street. It rolled placidly down the street, hardly making enough noise to stir anyone in the neighborhood from their sleep. It kept coming. It got closer and closer. And it pulled to the side and stopped…right in front of my house.

The biker was wearing a full-face helmet, jeans, boots, gloves and a leather jacket. The visor turned and looked up in my direction. I looked back, surprise, and disbelief stirring around inside of me. Then the biker turned his visor away from me and looked forward. The biker undid the buckle under the chin and leaned forward slightly. The helmet slid off and a head of long dark hair with one streak of red emerged.

And he looked up at me. Oh…my…god. I had never had such an accurate dream. My mind wandered briefly, wondering if it would become as it had in my dream.

In the light from our porch, I could see his face looking up at me. He brushed his hair behind one ear and then gestured up at me to come down. Dear god, I became aware of my shaking, nervous, flabbergasted body. My heart was beating so quickly.

~Warren's POV~

Once the Lantern had closed up, I had spent some time with Lan who had phoned her Aunt to talk about setting up an appointment for me. She had smiled, looked at me and asked if I wanted to ask Shu if I could leave early to make it in to her Aunt's in the afternoon. I shrugged, and she filled my silent void by saying that Shu was the one who wanted me to quit and most likely wouldn't mind. She had set it all up for me, and was all smiles when she hung up the phone. She had looked at me and then frowned. "You might wanna get your haircut before you go in tomorrow. My Aunt will think you're a grunger."

That was my cue to split. There was nothing more agitating than the Cut Your Hair argument and I was not in the mood. Once I'd gotten out to my bike I had paused, remembering Stronghold. And with a smirk, I'd made a bet to myself that he was probably sitting up waiting to see if I'd show up at his place. So I decided to know if I had won the bet.

So I biked a little over twenty minutes to White Hills and found number 253. And sure enough, I spotted little Stronghold sitting on the roof. I had chuckled to myself and thought, Well, what do ya know?

I raised my hand in a gesture that clearly asked, "What are doing, dumbass? You coming down?" Stronghold must have understood because he quickly shuffled to the edge of the roof and slid right off of it. He landed in the grass below, his legs absorbing the impact at a crouch. Then he rose up to stand and made his way across the lawn, glancing back at the house frequently, probably waiting to see if any lights would turn on.

"Uh, hi." He said nervously as he got closer to me.

I said nothing, but held my helmet toward him.

The midget simply paused and looked at it, "…Uh…"

I dulled my eyes at the twerp and said, "You said you wanted to hang out after school." He licked his lips and stammered, "Well, I, uh," "Either put on the helmet and get on, or just climb back up there and go to bed, Stronghold." I said quietly and firmly, sort of growling. He looked at me, and his eyes strayed worriedly back to the helmet.

Ladies and gentlemen, is Stronghold interested enough to get on the bike? Or will he retreat back into the safety his house because he's scared if Daddy will find out? Either way, he'll still come trotting back to me like a mouse to cheese…like a masochist to pain…

I watch Stronghold curl his lip inward and look back at his house. My eyes rolled and I shook my head, starting to bring my helmet closer to me to put it back on. Then Stronghold surprised me by saying nervously, "I…don't need it. I'm indestructible." And then he climbed onto my bike behind me. I cocked my eyebrow and smirked slightly to myself. So I pulled my helmet back on and buckled the strap under my chin. Then I brought my motorcycle to life and grasped the handlebars. I could almost feel him hugging my bike with his knees, and gripping the seat in his hands.

"Hold onto me or you'll fall off the back." I said over my shoulder.

I waited a moment while he hesitated. And then I felt his trembling hands settle against my sides. I gently throttled the gas and did a U-turn. Then I ghosted out of little Stronghold's neighborhood. Hmm, where the hell am I gonna take him now?

I knew the city and its suburbs pretty well. There were a bunch of places I could take him. I didn't want something that would scare the shit out of little Stronghold. Something that would make him uncomfortable at least. There was The Gray Cue which was a bar mixed up with various amounts of pool table games and a few poker tables. But that was too crowded. There was that vast campground outside of the Eastern suburbs that was a little further away from the city. But that was too far away for tonight.

Then I smirked. I knew a place to take him. So I gunned it, making my bike roar against the silence of the night. And also making Stronghold gasp behind me, and shift his hands quickly to settle tightly against my stomach. His head pressed against my shoulder. But he quickly lifted his head and made his hands leave my stomach and settle, trembling, against my sides again. "S-s-sorry." I heard him murmur.

I steered away from the suburbs and rode about ten minutes outside of White Hills.

I stopped and silenced my bike in the parking lot of the Winston Greens Park. I reached up and undid the strap of my helmet and pulled it off. Stronghold's hands left my sides. I hung my helmet off one handlebar and kicked down the kickstand. Then I took the keys and stuffed them into my pocket as I dismounted.

I tucked my hands into my pockets and walked silently under the fancy iron arch. I heard Stronghold shuffle quickly to follow just beside me. I could feel him glance up at me, but I kept my gaze forward. The night was silent except for my boots and his Converse brushing quietly across the stone path that was lined with fancy looking light poles and went past picnic tables and golf courses. He followed me deeper into the park and then away from it where we followed a trail down a hill surrounded by trees.

Then the trees opened up to the lake. I walked across the shoreline and walked down the planks of the dock that led to the boathouse and water that was most likely above Stronghold's head. Then I settled down in one of the wooden chairs that littered the porch of the boathouse which was lit up with an overhead light that moths were fluttering around. I put my feet up on the railing and heaved a sigh.

I could feel Stronghold watching me, but I stared out at the vast lake that was lined with trees and some other docks as the eye could see.

I heard his feet shift nervously against the porch.

So I looked at him. He jumped slightly, and cast his gaze down fearfully. Then he looked back up at me. In the dimness I could see the fear and nervousness in his eyes. But I could also see the anticipation. The badly hidden eagerness.

Well I'd taken him from his house. I had brought him someplace secluded enough where his cries would be lost echoes absorbed by the lake. He was trying to keep the eagerness out of his expression. What was I gonna do now?

"So uh, you…you ever work…over the summer here?" he asked.

Good god I could a cigarette right now… I shook my head, "I just spent half an hour listening to one of my coworkers vent about her stupid little new boyfriend, Stronghold. I think we can just cut the formalities." He flinched when I stood up from the chair and approached him. "I know you're just dying for me to hit you."

I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pushed open the boathouse door, which I threw him through. He stumbled into the room and fell onto the floor well away from where number of boats floated placidly in the water with a grunt. I kicked the door shut behind me and walked toward him.

He pushed himself up slightly, and looked up at me fearfully. His fast breathing and terrified eyes made him look like a victim from some slasher film. But the bulge in the crotch of his jeans gave away how the fear and vulnerability made him feel.

~Will's POV~

I was trembling. His boots stepped quietly across the wooden floor. He looked angry, and extremely dangerous. He grasped the collar of his leather jacket and pulled it back. He slipped it off of him and it fell to the floor, releasing his strong, muscular arms that were uncovered by his sleeveless black shirt.

I cried out in pain when the toe of his boot caught me hard in the side. I collapsed against the floor, squeezing my eyes shut. Then he kicked me in my other side and I cried out again. I felt his footsteps around me. I opened my eyes and I saw him standing over me. He knelt down, right on top of me.

His eyes studied my face as I panted. My sides hurt so much. Then he pressed a hot hand to my shoulder, and bludgeoned my stomach twice, making me cry out. I gasped in a breath, tears brimming my eyes. I felt the hand on my shoulder glide down my chest, and then lay right on the crotch of my jeans. I gasped again, squirming against his touch.

His other hand dragged up my shirt. His occupied hand gathered me into the warmth of his palm, and through my jeans he stroked downward. I gasped again, arching slightly into his touch. He yanked my shirt up over my head, and tossed it aside.

I yelled out when his white hot hand dragged itself harshly down my chest, and then right back up it. I squirmed as his fingers became rigid and clawed fiery trail down my chest, making me scream.

My god, it hurt so much. And it felt even better than my dream.

I opened my eyes and in the glow of the fire, I could see the intrigued look in his dark eyes. His fiery hand gripped my side where he had kicked me and I groaned. I shut my eyes again, letting myself slip into the raging, agonizing inferno that he was dragging across my torso.

But then it was gone with a single, hard, punch to my diaphragm. I jumped beneath him with a pained, suffocated gasp, and my hands went to the assaulted area as I coughed, trying to gather my breath. I felt him unbutton my jeans and drag down the zipper. Then he growled, "Roll over." He gathered my arm in a bruising grip and flipped me over onto my stomach. He gripped the back of my neck in one hand, pressing me hard into the floor. Then I felt his other hand press against my shoulder blade, and then light up with sweltering hot fire.

My eyes widened. The intense pain throbbed hard on the untouched, sensitive skin of my back. I let out an agonized yell, my fingertips clawing the wooden floor. His fire surged across my back, like the burned lash of a fiery whip. I squirmed in his grip, my muscles tensing with hard, knotting convulsions. My abandoned erection pressed painfully against my boxers, which pressed against the floor. "Please, Warren." I whimpered.

His hand slipped from my neck and I felt his hands grip the back of my jeans and boxers and pull them down. I jumped under him. I'd already felt naked and vulnerable, but now I literally was. I'd never been like this with anyone else in my entire life. My body was shaking even harder now, and I was scared. I heard a wrapper rustle and tear. I turned my head and saw him spit out the corner of a condom wrapper. My head exploded in a mass of thoughts that I could only hold onto for one moment before I lost my grip on them.

One of his hands returned to my back, and I yelled out as the white hot pain returned, shoving everything else from my head. My nostrils filled with the smell of fire, and as he settle himself over me, I could feel his hot skin against my back. His fiery hand slipped across my side and grasped the front of my chest.

And then I was introduced to a pain that I had never in my life ever known. My mouth dropped open with a shuddering scream as he thrust himself hard inside of me, awakening an extreme, burning, pain. I clenched my teeth together, and squeezed my eyes shut. In a bruising, fiery grip he held onto my hips, thrusting hard into me, grinding against my untouched insides, making my vision sway as I yelled, and groaned and screamed and moaned.

I didn't know that anything like this pain was possible. It hurt so much. My belly felt full with this crawling, tingling, warm feeling. My body was shaking like an epileptic having a seizure. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. And as if that wasn't enough, now every fourth thrust, he ground against something inside of me that made me see dots dance across my eyes, air pass through my skull, and little pleasurable insects scuttle through my entire body.

I could barely breathe. My blood was growing chillier and chillier. My bangs were wet with sweat. My heart was throwing itself against my ribs, obviously trying to escape my chest cavity. My muscles had never tensed so hard ever. I let out one last scream before it all went away.