I struggle under Sauli's weight, holding onto the key as tightly as possible. I look down at my hand and see blood (from how tightly I was holding it). I grasp it tighter, fighting the pain. I push Sauli off of me, jumping around him and hiding behind Tommy. Tommy rushes me behind the couch in half a second, both of us sitting on our knees. He kisses me painfully as his lips freeze.

'I called Ryan. He is on his way.'

He starts to break off of the kiss, but I hold the back of his head, not ready to end the kiss just yet.

'Adam, what are you doing?'

'I'm not done kissing you! I love you!'

Tommy laughs into the kiss, his sweet, cold breath touching my face gently. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer, kissing me harder. I wrap my arms around his neck, rising slightly off of my knees to sit on his legs, pushing my pelvis into his. He moans quietly as we kiss, feeling all of the intensity I'm feeling and more. I hear the front door open and Ryan walk in.

"Adam? Tommy? What's going on?" Tommy and I break off the kiss mutually, me still pushing against him heavily. Tommy cranes his neck, looking over the couch. He gasps, bringing his head back down.

"What?" I whisper.

"Sauli is holding a knife to his throat…" he whispers back. I gasp, taking his hands in mine and looking deep into his eyes.

'I know we have to save Ryan, but we have to help Leila, first!'

Tommy nods, kissing me one last time roughly before slipping out from under me and climbing out from behind the couch. The key suddenly disappears from my grip, and my eyes widen in fear before I see Tommy with a tight fist. I sigh, knowing he has the key in safety. He runs quickly across the living room, darting into the kitchen. I climb out from behind the couch and see Sauli with a hostaged Ryan.

"One more step, Adam, and I'll slit his fucking throat!" I pause, breathing slowly and quietly. Ryan is trembling, not daring to move a centimeter.

"Adam… Help me…" he whispers.

"Ryan…"

"Oh, so he insulted you and complained constantly about you being a faggot, yet he's crying out for help? Pathetic…"

"Sauli, he's different, now…" I say, taking half a step toward them.

"Ha! How?" He doesn't give me time to answer before he shoots across the room, Ryan still in his hold. Ryan's shirt begins flooding with blood, a gash running across his chest. Ryan winces in pain. I close my eyes.

'Tommy, we have to get out of here! I know we can't just leave Ryan, but we can come back! We have to save Leila!'

Tommy appears beside me in a flash, and suddenly, we're gone. We appear back in the car, Leila laying on the backseat, me sitting upright in the front passenger seat, Tommy in the driver's seat. He starts the car, backing out of the driveway so quickly that the tires screech and leave skid marks.

"I ran past Ryan and told him we were coming back for him," he says, placing a hand over mine. I take a deep breath, buckling myself in one-handed.

"I'm so sorry, Leila…" I say, turning in my seat to look at her beautiful, perfect face.

"It's not your fault, Daddy…"

"I'm also sorry, baby," Tommy says, focusing on the road. "I did not mean to bring all of you into this… And I am sorry for slinging you back there, Leila."

"It's okay, Daddy… I can buckle myself." She straps herself in, reaching her tiny arm forward to touch me. I turn further, kissing her forehead, nose, cheeks, and tiny mouth. I play with her curls lightly, again noticing the glitter still stuck in her hair. I take a deep breath, looking into her gorgeous blue eyes. She reaches her hand up, shoving it deeply into my frosted black hair. She scratches and grasps at it, smiling slightly. I laugh quietly, enjoying the calm atmosphere. Tommy smiles, tightening his grip on my hand.

"I love you…" I say. "Both of you…"

"I love you too, Babyboy," Tommy says, slowing down at a red light and kissing me longingly, his tongue sliding through my teeth effortlessly.

"I love you, too, Daddies," Leila says, smiling at our kiss.

"Tommy, what the hell is with all of the glitter in Leila's hair?" I ask as we walk back into our beloved home. He laughs, pulling his shirt above his head and tossing it into the laundry room.

"We can wash it again to get it out, Adam, calm yourself." I smile, taking in his shirtless appearance. He pauses and smirks at me.

"Well, hello…" I say teasingly, walking toward him slowly. He chuckles, watching my every step.

"Ya know we did have quite an interesting time behind that couch…" Tommy says, still watching me. Leila giggles from in the kitchen. We walk into the kitchen and find Leila playing with Maru on the floor.

"You silly child," I say, picking her up off of the floor and balancing her on my hip. Tommy intertwines his fingers with mine, using his other hand to grab my chin and pull me forward. He kisses me lightly, slipping his tongue skillfully into my mouth. He pulls away from the kiss to look at Leila.

"Daddies!" she exclaims, clapping her hands playfully.

"What is it, my love?" I ask, running my fingers through her perfect little ringlets.

"I love it when you kiss," she says, kissing my cheek.

"So, I'm assuming you would like to see us kiss again, yes?"

"Maybe…" she trails. I laugh, looking back to Tommy and winking. He laughs lightly, holding my chin again and kissing me harshly. He breaks off of the kiss to look back at Leila.

"I love you!" he shouts at her. She laughs.

"I love you too!" We laugh. Tommy holds my chin again, pulling me forward. Before our lips meet, he holds his tongue out and lightly traces a line across my bottom lip with it. I smile slightly, extending my tongue to meet his. We wrestle with our tongues for a few seconds, forgetting the fact that our approximately five-year-old daughter is right in our presence, right in front of us. Leila struggles in my arms, but I don't pay too much attention to her. She somehow squirms out of my grasp, climbing on to the counter and watching us with a careful eye. I wrap my arms around Tommy's waist, pulling him close to me. We extend our tongues again, wrapping them around one another over and over and over. I feel a pressure forcing its way through my pants, and I know I'll soon need o release it. Tommy pulls my head closer with his hands, shoving his tongue harshly into my mouth. A tear rolls down my cheek slowly as I feel the immense need to be inside Tommy.

'Tommy…'

He breaks off the kiss, leaving both of us panting harshly.

"Leila…" he says, touching her hand.

"Yes, Daddy?"

"We…need to…" he trails. She nods.

"Have fun, Daddies! I'll stay with Maru!"

"I love you, Glitterbaby," I say, picking her up off of the counter, and setting her on the kitchen floor beside Maru. Tommy and I kiss her forehead before walking off, hand in hand, back to our bedroom.