Title: Concrete Hearts

World: AU

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Angst

Pair(s): Phil/Beth, Chris/Jessica, Chris/Phil, etc.

Summary: Chris and Phil are both heartbroken souls looking for a connection. When they find it in each other, the whole world conspires to keep them apart.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I also don't own the movies mentioned.

Warning: Slash, Het, Mpreg, etc.

Part: 12/? – Lawyers are Parasites

OOOO

Hunter Hearst Helmsley, a lawyer from Connecticut, couldn't have asked for a better life. He had a husband whom he loved and their first child was to be born in October. His husband, Mark Calaway, was a Process Server. They worked closely with the CPD and Police Commissioner Sheamus O'Shaughnessy. In fact, Hunter was the lawyer who was often called in to defend the clients taken into the station. So, when Hunter received a call from a heartbroken woman who said that she was desperate to gain custody of her three children, his heart went out to her and he invited her over to talk about her situation.

On the day that she arrived, Mark was out with his little brother Kane. Hunter wasn't sure what they were doing, but then, he wasn't too sure if he wanted to know. She came to his house around 10:15 AM, and he allowed her inside and told her to take a seat at the table while he fixed them both some tea. He mixed in some caramel and a spoonful of sugar, before he set both of their cups on the table and took a seat across from her. The woman dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief, before she thanked him for the tea and took a drink. From the first time that he looked at her, Hunter knew that he didn't like her.

"My name is Jessica Irvine and I used to be married to Chris Irvine, a member of the band 'Fozzy'. We were in love, until he decided to ruin what we had a kiss a man. It was horrendous and I immediately filed for a divorce." Jessica said.

Hunter raised a dark blond eyebrow. "So… the reason that you want full custody of your children is because your ex-husband is homosexual? He hasn't harmed the children in any manner, or threatened you somehow?"

"Of course not! He still loves me!" Jessica looked affronted. Hunter could see very clearly that this woman was delusional. "That is not the reason I want full custody of my children. I want custody because I don't trust the man that he associates himself with."

"Who is this man?" Hunter asked, disinterested. It would seem rather hypocritical of him to defend a homophobic woman.

"Officer Phil Brooks." The woman scoffed. "My Chris doesn't understand what that man has done! He doesn't understand that he drove his own father to rehab!"

This, however, struck Hunter as odd. How did she know so much about this man? "How?"

"He's his mother's bastard son!" Jessica exclaimed.

Hunter drank some of his tea, before he looked the woman in the eye. "Ma'am, I'll level with you. I'm sorry that your husband isn't interested anymore. But that doesn't mean that you can ruin his life and take his kids from him. That's not the law."

"You don't understand, sir! My husband was a good man. He loved me and our children very much. And then, this bastard comes into the picture and ruins it all!" Jessica hissed. "He turned my husband into a different man!"

"So, you believe that, because your husband is now a homosexual, he isn't fit to be a father?" Hunter hissed, his hand resting on his own baby bump protectively. Jessica didn't notice the action and nodded furiously. "You're sorely mistaken, ma'am."

"Look, will you help me get custody of my kids or not?" Jessica bit out.

"I'm sorry, but you asked the wrong lawyer to help you. You see, I've been happily married to a man for ten years now. And I can't turn my back on my beliefs like that." Hunter said flatly.

Hunter didn't expect the woman to rise out of her chair so quickly that she jostled the table, causing her cup of tea to fall over and splatter the hot, sweet liquid all over the wooden surface. She stormed over to the other side of the table and raised her hand, striking Hunter hard on the cheek. The dirty blond raised a hand to the heated flesh, glaring at Jessica as she gathered her stuff underneath her arm and stormed out of his house in a huff. That woman made him more than a little uncomfortable. He was thankful that a slap to the cheek was all that he had received…

Slowly, he rose out of the chair and stretched. Taking a washcloth out of the kitchen, he cleaned up the mess that Jessica had made and took the cups out into the kitchen. As he was washing the dishes, Mark returned home. His briefcase was filled with new papers that he would have to serve the next day. He set his briefcase down on the table and walked over to Hunter, wrapping his arms around the smaller man's waist. Mark kissed the smaller man's blond head and rubbed his baby bump slowly, before his eyes fell on the redness of Hunter's cheek.

He was about to ask Hunter what had happened, but Hunter turned off of the water and dried his hands, before he leaned up and kissed his husband. He really didn't want to talk about it, and Mark could see that clearly in his eyes. Not wanting to push it further, Mark led him into the den and sat down on the couch, pulling Hunter down with him. They turned on the television and Mark shifted the smaller man's body so that he could lie across Mark's lap. Hunter closed his hazel eyes and stretched out, relishing in the comfort that his husband provided.

MEANWHILE

Bret and his team of 'trainers' traveled with the band on tour to ensure that no-one became injured in the complicated dance routines or overworked from the constant time on the road. Bret had been married to the manager of Fozzy, Shawn Michaels, for several years. Bret and Shawn had come to be like unofficial parents to Chris – not that he would ever tell Shawn that, because Shawn would turn it around into calling him old – and Chris trusted them above all else. This was the reason that, an hour before the show, Chris took Phil to see Bret.

He took Bret to the side and explained to him the mess with Jessica and how tense Phil had been, minus a few details. For example, he didn't mention the fact that Jessica seemed to have a vendetta against him and had sent him some sort of picture that had embarrassed him. Bret nodded and accepted what Chris had told him to be the truth. He told Phil to take off his shirt and to climb onto the massage table. Chewing on his mint gum, he slicked his hands in the warm massage oil and started to work the kinks out of Phil's back. A few minutes later, the ravenette relaxed under the tender touch.

"Phil?" Chris took a seat across from the table and looked the man (his boyfriend, lover, friends with benefits?) in the eye. "Do you want a drink? A soda, some water, coffee? Or would you rather have a snack?"

"Um…" Phil let out a moan as Bret found a thick knot at the base of his spine and loosened it with ease. "A Diet Pepsi would be nice." He said.

Chris called over Curt Hawkins, best friend of Zack Ryder and the man in charge of nutrition for the band. "I need a Diet Pepsi."

Curt nodded, his blond hair bouncing on his shoulders. "Sure. Anything else?"

Chris looked to Phil, who shook his head. "That'll be all, Curt. I'll reimburse you for the soda later."

"Sure." Curt knew that Chris' word was good. He went out to the soda machine outside and bought a Diet Pepsi, before he came back and handed it to Phil. "Just so you know, I'm Curt Hawkins. Or, as Zack likes to call me, the Snack Guy."

Phil smirked. "Nice to meet you, Snack Guy." He extended his hand and they shook. "I'm Phil Brooks, the Security Guy."

Chris smirked. He could tell that a friendship was already starting to blossom between them. Truth be told, it was kind of hard not to like Curt. Sure, he could be an asshole at times. But he was the kind of asshole that was almost funny with how idiotic he was. Curt walked out and Chris unscrewed the lid off of the Pepsi bottle, before he touched it to Phil's pierced lip and tilted it back. Bret chuckled softly to himself. He had never seen Chris so enamored with someone, not even Jessica. He must really care for this man. He could only hope that it worked out for them.

Phil's olive eyes flickered up to meet Chris' icy blue. He drank until he was full, and then Chris took the bottle back and put the lid back on. "Is your stomach still okay? Do you want me to call Curt back for some lemon-lime soda?"

"I'm fine, Chris." Phil denied, before he let out another moan as Bret started to work the tension out of his shoulders. Chris, a bit distrustful of this, took out his bottle of water and prodded the mouthpiece against Phil's pierced lips. "What?"

"I want you to drink some water." Chris insisted.

"I swear, Chris. I'm… not… dizzy." Phil bit back, a little frustrated at being treated like a child.

Chris frowned, before he slid the mouthpiece over Phil's mouth teasingly. "Please, Phil? Do this for me? You only have to take one sip, and then I'll leave you alone. I swear."

"Fine." Phil rolled his eyes, but relented and opened his mouth. Chris stuck the mouthpiece in his mouth and squeezed the water bottle gently, watching as Phil's throat flexed as he drank. It really shouldn't have been a sexual action, but it was.

Bret finished with about fifteen minutes left before the show. Gently, he made Phil sit up and he washed the excess body oil off of his body. Phil thanked him with a small smile and slid off of the table. He felt a lot better than he had before. All of the kinks were out of his back and the nausea had left him. However, he still had intentions to go and find some saltines while the first half of the show went on. Chris thanked Bret profusely, but the older Canadian simply brushed it off. He was there whenever Chris needed him, and that was all that mattered.

Chris took Phil by the hand and led him out into the hall, rubbing the smaller man's hand with his thumb. It wasn't an overtly romantic gesture, but it was enough to say that he was there for him and he didn't plan on going anywhere anytime soon. When he couldn't spend any more time with Phil, he kissed the ravenette's cheek and went off to join his band on the stage. Phil took his seat in the back, pulling out his science-fiction novel and picking up where he left off. He didn't even notice when a familiar, unwanted blond came to stand in front of him. There was a sinister smirk on her face…

Seconds later, his cell buzzed in his pocket. It was his lawyer, Hunter.

OOOO

A/N: Please Review!