Hello, I decided to do this two months later than the last chapter (please dont hate me) because if I didn't I would have got carried away and this fic would have ended up with like 50 chapters or something... Once again the paragraph which is a flash begins with a * and ends the same way, enjoy and thank you for the reviews :)

Allure – Brendan P.O.V

It's been two months since you and Steven first got together, two months since you first slept with him and so far those two months have just been incredible; they have been the most perfect months of your life so far, so much has happened. Within the first week of officially becoming an item Steven had moved out of his grubby flat and moved into yours; he had quit his job, claiming that he had always hated it- you knew the real reason, he couldn't bear to be away from you...you felt exactly the same. Everyone had said you were moving too fast, that it wouldn't work out; evidently they were wrong, you had told Steven they just didn't understand the connection you shared. That they were just jealous they couldn't find someone who was so perfect for them. The week he had moved in neither of you had left the house, you had spent it getting to know each-other properly; learning all about the others past. When Steven had told you about his stint in young offenders you were surprised but some-what intrigued, you couldn't believe the man you felt so strongly for had been such a little scally; it was funny really, especially as scallies have always been your weakness. He explained how it was only for a little shop-lifting but also how he didn't regret it, because if he wasn't sent there he would never have met Joel; you had felt a stab of jealousy before getting a grip, it was stupid to be jealous of your boyfriend's best mate. Steven wasn't jealous of Simon or Warren…you were being slightly possessive.

Then he had told you about the abuse he had suffered ever since his childhood, you of course were disgusting right to your core; you couldn't get your head around anyone ever wanting to hurt Steven, he was just so perfect and loving. It didn't add up. As he went on to tell you about that bastard…Noah was his name you had felt a rage burning inside of you, how dare someone do that to Steven? You remember thinking how the wanker is lucky to be in prison, how you would hunt him down and batter him if…when he gets out.

As you told Steven about your own abuse, how you had suffered and punished he hadn't shied away, hadn't left you or looked at you any differently; all he had done was tell you that it was all in the past and he didn't care, that he would be there for you no matter what happened. That was the moment you realised you truly…truly loved him.

You had pondered on whether to tell Steven about your little scam with Danny, about how you had scammed him out of two hundred grand and a grand worth of drugs; how Foxy had paid the price. In the end Steven's own honesty had forced you, the idea of being dishonest made you feel disgusting and pathetic. You had told your boyfriend on the fifth day of him living with you; it scared you to think you might have lost him, how he would feel violated if he knew the things you'd done. However, just like before he said he didn't care…just as long as it was behind you, that you could promise him all the dodgy deals where finished; of course you had agreed in a heartbeat.

The week after he moved in you had been to view a club…which you then brought. You distinctly remember it; a fond smile creeping on your face.

*You glance up at the grey building then look back over to Steven, your hands are entwined and you think this may just be the most romantic thing you have ever done in your life; choosing a new business with the man of your dreams. You know there has been a bit of interest in this particular club and the chances of you and Steven getting it are slim, but you wouldn't be called Brendan Brady if you wasn't capable of getting exactly what you want; and anyway Steven wants it and whatever Steven wants, Steven gets.

"So…are we going in or are we just gonna stand here gawping at it all day?" You smirk, gently tugging on the younger man's hand.

"Sorry! Was miles away, me" Steven grins, finally dragging his eyes away from the club.

"I gathered!" You pull him along as you make your way into the club, the interior is nothing special but it definitely has potential; the lower floor is a nice size and you can see it holding a lot of punters on a busy night, you think of the money it could bring in and smile. You spot a bold tubby man and you guess he is the estate agent; he is stood in front of two other couples so you make your way over. He notices you and Steven walking towards him and smiles while stretching his arm out.

"Good afternoon, it's nice to meet ya. My name's Dirk and I'll be showing ya around today, any questions ya come to me". He lets go of your hand and turns to shake Stevens.

"Okay Dirk, but I'm sure there will be no problems". You look at your competition, one of the couples are shying away from the group and you recognise them immediately. Mercedes and Paul Browning; they are a pair of nutters, a match made in hell and you plan to keep yourself and Steven as far away from them as humanly possible. The other couple you do not know; turns out they are new to the area and are just looking at various places to see if anything is worth spending their money on. They are called Max and Stephanie Cunningham and you know straight away that they will not get in the way of you owning this place.

After Dirk has quickly shown you around the lower floor, you all group and make your way up the club's stairs you realise Steven still has a massive grin on his face and he seems overly excited; this only gets worse when you all take a seat…he can't keep still.

"Steven! Stop moving will ye!" You whisper in a stern voice as the auctioneer takes his place behind the bar.

Steven just turns to look at you, shaking his head. "I can't Bren! Im buzzing, me! This is so much fun!"

You can't see how sitting on uncomfortable chairs; in a room full of people you don't even know; practically about to gamble money away can be fun. Whatever floats your boat you suppose? "Whatever ye say Steven…" The sound of the auctioneer's booming voice comes through the speakers, denying Steven the opportunity to reply.

"We are starting the bids at fifty thousand pounds, do we have any takers?"

You hear Steven snarl as Paul Browning's hand immediately shoots in the air, his missus sniggering next to him.

"Okay then, fifty thousand pounds! Going once…going twice"

"Bren, hurry!" Steven's whining in your ear now, did he really think you were going to let this place go that easily?

"Two hundred thousand pounds!" You yell, waving your arm in the air; trying to look indifferent. You chuckle as Mercedes turns around, glares at you then whispers something in Paul's ear; you can hear Steven muttering something like 'fucking bitch' under his breath.

"Two hundred thousand pounds…do we have any further offers?-" there is silence for about thirty seconds and you feel the excitement rising inside of you as you begin to think of the 'reward' Steven would give you if you brought him this place. "-going once…twice…."

"Four hundred thousand!" Mercedes barks from in front of you. Stupid whore. It seems Paul is just as surprised as you, staring at his wife incredulously.

"Brendan…it's okay, let's just go before it kicks off or something" Steven begins to stand up but you hold him in place by putting your hand on his knee, you know he wants this place and you will not let some slimy pricks upset him. No amount of money is too much for your boy.

"Six hundred and fifty thousand pounds!" You don't even care if it is a ridiculous amount of money for a mediocre place like this, especially when Steven is looking at you like you've just given him the world.

"Brendan! T-that's too much…" He's looking at you disbelievingly, tears welling in his eyes.

"Nothing's too much for ye Steven, ye know that". And that is the honest truth, if he asked you to walk to the other side of the earth for him you would, if he asked you to jump off of something for him you would; you would die for him in a flash, he already means everything to you. You watch as a single tear escapes and drips down his cheek, you wipe it away with your thumb; not even caring if people are looking at you.

"Okay, six hundred and fifty thousand pounds…going once…going twice…-" You feel Steven tense beside you as the auctioneer lifts up his hammer, Mercedes is back to giving you her death glare while whispering to Paul to 'get his arse in gear and speak up'. Before he has the chance the hammer is slammed onto the bar and Steven jumps up, yelling with excitement.

"SOLD! To the man with the rather fetching moustache" The auctioneer barks before walking from behind the bar and making his way towards you. As he reaches you he takes hold of your hand and gives it a quick shake while patting a shocked Steven on the back; he wishes you good luck in the future, tells you the contract will be sent to your lawyer then leaves without looking back.

"Oh…my…god! BREN WE HAVE A CLUB!" Steven's jumping into your arms now, planting hot kisses all over your face; you chuckle and push him off until he is back on his own two feet.

"I know Steven…and soon, my bank account will know about it too!" You say with a wink, you look out into the centre of the room; the two other couples have left so it is only you, Steven and Dirk.

Dirk catches you looking at him and walks towards you, he says 'congratulations boys' before he to leaves the club; leaving you and Steven alone.

"So…now that we have the club, we need to think of a name Steven-" You say as you pull the younger man closer to you. "-have any ideas?"

"No…-" He's looks blank for a second, before his face washes over with the same look he always gets when he has an idea. "-what about if we mix our names, right? Like Breven's…Brenven's or it could be our second names like Bray or something?"

This is actually the best thing Steven has said all day…but you don't like the names he has picked, there must be something better than that; you think for a moment before a name comes into your head, you smile at Steven and he automatically looks confused.

"What?-" You don't reply, just continue looking at him; your smile becoming wider. "-Bren…what?" You can tell he is becoming agitated now so you decide to let him in on your idea.

"How about…Stendan's?"*

Now you sit here in 'Stendan's' and chuckle, you remember when you found out that Mercedes and Paul Browning had opened another club in another town…of course it had failed miserably; it was obviously that something like that would happen, especially with a couple like them running it. Stendan's had quickly become the talk of the town and within a week of opening you had regulars, since then every single night has been buzzing and it's Steven's dream come true; the long hours as a club owner are more than worth it when you get to see your boyfriend's smiling face every day.

And now it is August, the most important day in August actually; August the thirteenth. Steven's twenty second birthday. You brought his present last month, knew exactly what you were going to get him after the first night you had spent together.

Steven's face this morning had been a picture, he asked you where his present was and you had said he would have to wait until later; of course he had pulled that delicious pout but you had just kissed it off his face and came to work, leaving him dazed and horny.

However, today seems to have dragged by and you have been bored all day sat in the office, just counting down the hours. You look at your watch and realise its six o'clock, springing out of the office chair you grab your keys, phone and coat before bounding out of the door and running towards your car.

X

You reach the flat in record time, only stopping your rushed speed to double-check that the car is locked. As you walk inside the smell of food hits you immediately, you don't know what it is but it smells delicious. You reach the kitchen but Steven isn't there, you look around but cannot see him.

"Steven?...Steven where are ye?!" You're beginning to panic, usually Steven would be pouncing on you right about now, ripping your clothes off with his teeth. You call him but there is no answer and you don't hear his phone go off in the flat; okay you are bordering frantic now, you are about to walk out of the flat and go look for him until…

"Bren? What are you yelling about? I was only sleeping!" Steven's walking out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes until they are clear again. Jesus. In your panic you hadn't even thought about your room.

"Oh..-" You cough, this is awkward. You decide to change the subject altogether. "-What's cooking? I was meant to be cooking for ye remember? It is your birthday!" You like winding Steven up about his birthday, love how he turns all defensive and starts moaning that he is getting old and soon he's going to be a 'grand-dad' just like you; it's hilarious! You have a feeling that he will enjoy this birthday though.

"Oh…it's nothing, just a stew" He walks forward and plants a chaste kiss on your lips, you love all this domestic stuff but he can't think that's all you want out of him, having been away from him for hours and all. He begins to pull away but you are too quick, grabbing him and pulling him into you; forcing him to part his lips so that you can deepen the kiss. Steven instantly gives into you without even trying to resist. Ever since that first time in the shower your sex life has been non-stop, whenever there is a spare space or you are alone together you're there; fucking each-other's brains out. You will never ever be satisfied when it comes to Steven, could fuck him twenty-three hours a day for the rest of your life and it still wouldn't be enough; the other hour is of course the time when you would get your breath back. It's lucky that the younger man is just as insatiable as you really, if he wasn't there would be a very big chance of you scaring him away; making him think you are some kind of sex obsessed freak.

Eventually Steven pulls away from you, already breathless. No matter how hard he tries to cover it up you can still see the semi that is located in his trackie bottoms. "Brendan, we need to have dinner; I didn't slave over the stove all day for it to be wasted". He winks at you and makes his way to the oven, just giving you an innocent smile when you assure him that your previous actions will be resumed after dinner.

X

"That was bloody gorgeous Steven!-" You wonder where Steven learned to cook like that, the stew had been the best thing you have ever tasted…well there was one thing that was better; that being the chef of course. "-Where did ye learn to cook like that?"

He looks at you then, his cheeks flush red and he comes over all shy. "I just followed the recipe Bren, it's not that hard" he says, as modest as ever. He picks up the plates and takes them to the sink while you look at him incredulously, he truly is ridiculous sometimes; never believes you when you say anything nice about him. When you tell him that he is fucking perfect, beautiful, amazing or whatever he just stares at you and blushes; shaking his head slightly. You still haven't said those three little words to each-other yet, you both know how you feel for one another you just haven't voiced it. You plan to change that tonight.

You walk over to him and place your hands around his waist, gently pulling him towards you while you kiss his neck. "Leave the plates, let's go to bed" You say, taking his hand and pulling him along with you.

"But…Brendan, what about my present?!" He whines, it's so funny when he's like this; all pouty lips and stroppy arms.

"After, Steven; all good things come to those who wait!" You are in the bedroom now, by the time he replies you have already stripped down to your boxers; your erection straining against your underwear.

"But..-"

"It will be worth the wait, trust me" You are on him, pulling his trousers down; his top and underwear soon follow along with your own boxers. You are straight on your knees, sucking Steven before he has a chance to whine again.

"Brendan…fucking hell" Steven suddenly pushes you off him, unbalancing you so that you fall flat on your arse. He laughs when he sees you giving him your warning smile, he's annoying.

"What was that for Steven?" You are too horny for this shit.

"You are not allowed to touch me…and I won't touch you until you give me my present!"

Fuck sake. You should have known it would have something to do with his fucking present; you wanted the moment to be special, wanted it to be at exactly the right time but no, Steven has to push it.

"Fine Steven-" You sigh, inwardly cursing "-Get on the bed"

"..Wh-"

"Just do it Steven! Please…" Why can't he just do as you say without questioning it? It's infuriating.

"Okay…" He gets on the bed and lays down, you quickly follow and lay next to him, you wrap your arm around him and he puts his head on your chest.

"So…my present is something we do every night away…?" Steven says, his tone is light but you can tell he is slightly disappointed; you wonder if he has ever heard of patience.

"No Steven…um…-" You clear your throat before continuing, this is awkward…"-do ye believe in soul-mates?"

"Err…I think I do yeah, why? Do you?"

"I wouldn't be having this conversation if I didn't Steven…I, um…what I'm trying to say is…" Get your act together, you cannot fuck this up!

"It's okay Bren…I-" You cut him off, you don't want him interrupting this.

"No, Steven-" You let him go and stand up, making your way over to your discarded trousers; you look in the pocket and take the small box out, you have never been so nervous in your whole life. You take a shaky breath but do not turn around, you know it'll be too hard to see Steven's face right now; so open, not hiding any emotion. You take one last breath before you continue, "-The answer to your question is yes Steven, I do believe in soul-mates. I believe that God makes one soul then splits it into two separate pieces, putting each piece into two different bodies; then he sets them free to the world, hopeful that the two pieces will find each-other again because he knows this is the only way they can be whole…if they find each-other that is-" You turn to him, leaving your hands behind your back. You can see the tears dripping down his face and you realise if you had turned around earlier you would have never of been able to say what you just did; there is still more to say so you take yet another breath and continue. "-I think ye…I think…no I know ye are my soul-mate Steven, which is why-" You pull your hands from behind your back and walk towards him, his eyes widen and he lets out a gasp as he sees the box in your hand. "-which is why I am asking ye to marry me…and I know I haven't said it before…and I know we have only been together for a couple of months but I-I love ye Steven, always will and-" Steven doesn't let you continue, your face is in his hands and he's pushing his lips onto yours; his tears are being mixed with your own.

As he pulls away he wipes his face, only for more tears to leak out of his eyes. "I love you too Brendan, of course I'll marry you!" His face is splitting into a grin and your heart is swelling so much you fear you may have a heart attack; you love this boy too much, it would be impossible to stop now. You need him, love him with all your heart; it's painful to be away from him but now you can always be with him, can always know that he will constantly be reminded of you every time he looks down at his hand. You take the silver band out of the box and push it onto his ring finger. Perfect fit.

"Oh my god Bren…I don't believe it! We're engaged!" He squeals and you can't help but laugh, it feels so good to see him this happy.

"I know Steven…I was the one who was just shitting myself!...I love ye so so much, ye know that right?" You have never spoken with so much honesty before, but you would feel disgusted if you held back your feelings now. The look on Steven's face when you told him you love him proves that you have to always express your feelings; you want to see that look on Steven's face every single day for the rest of your lives.

"I love you too…more than you'll ever know Brendan…and that thing about the soul-mates, I believe it too. You are my soul-mate Bren"

You kiss him, it is not rushed and it is not hungry; it's passionate, loving, romantic. You and Steven have never kissed like this before, just as you are getting into it; your hands trailing down his body your phone rings. You and your new fiancé sigh simultaneously as you get off him and make your way to the phone that is located on your dresser. You look at the name and sigh again.

Warren.

This could be important and you know Foxy will carry on ringing if you don't answer him so you pick up, wanting to finish the conversation as quickly as possible.

"What ye want Foxy?" You hope your tone shows that you don't want to talk long.

"Brendan-" He sounds breathless, panicked in fact; you are getting a bit worried now. "-Brendan, we…we have a problem!"

You feel your blood drain from your body, you don't know why but you instantly get an uneasy feeling and you can tell that this is going to be bad news. "Spit it out Warren!"

"I-It's Danny…Brendan…Brendan he's back!"

I hope you don't mind that this is set two months later that the last chapter. I just didn't know how I could do it any other way…please review and tell me what you think x