Merry meet my darlings! Happy New Year! Didja hear that Japan had an earthquake rated 7.0? No damage known and no tsunami expected however. Haha, the world is starting to end already! Psssshh, on December 21st 2012, I think I'll wake up and eat cereal...

Tonight was my last night of working at Target. Haha, end of seasonal. Oh well. I've already applied at a bunch of places. Hannaford, Pizza Hut, Taco Bell, Pizza Plus, this other pizza dive of a joint...I don't even like pizza! Yeahhhh I know...the only fuckin American teenager that doesn't like pizza. I came to realize this last night when I tried to eat it. I was like 'uh uh, bitch, dis shit nasty'.

Upon the posting of this chapter, I'm sure all of you saw the alert via email and were all like -blink blink- then O_O then :DDDD

Haha how do ya like that? Two chapters I put out this week! I hope you all know that all the content and happenings in my chapters are premeditated and planned. It just all depends on me having the time or motivation of writing it, uploading it, writing my Author's Note, and posting it XDD

I hope all of my little loyal sickos enjoy reading this chappy-chap! My dear little sickos, my little sicko minions of my sicko army, my wonderful little sicko darlings. Pshhh I love that term of endearment! But only we can say sicko. It's like the 'N' word with my black folks. Or the 'Faggot' word with my fellow rainbow LGBTQ etc etc people...hehe, I'M the etc etc part! ^_^

Enjoy this delicious installment of Oxygen! I'm gonna go drink some icy water, fart and then fall asleep! XDD

~Will's POV~

"Steve, what is it? Oh!"

I jumped, clenching hard into Warren's shoulders. Oh shit!

There were Mom and Dad. Their hair was a little windblown from their flight and they both were looking pretty shocked. Actually, I think Dad looked horrified. Mom was just shocked.

"M-Mom! Dad, I," I stammered, looking to Warren's face in front of me. His body had stiffened and frozen beneath me. His jaw muscle was clenched. His eyes were looking seriously into mine, wide and searching. I looked back to Mom and Dad, "I, uh,"

But then Mom smiled widely and covered her mouth. "Sorry! We uh, we'll just go and leave…you alone."

Dad exclaimed, "What?" and turned around to look at her. "We can't just leave our son alone here with a…girl! Somethin's — gonna — happen!" He hissed all high-pitched between his teeth.

Mom grinned, trying not to laugh and shook her head, "We'll see you tomorrow, Will."

"What? But!"

Mom went around behind Dad, grasped him under the arms and started up into the air. "See you Will! Be safe!" she called as she brought them higher and higher and flew off.

My jaw was hanging open as I stared up where I'd last been able to see them. Did…that just…happen? I couldn't believe that had just happened. My parents had come home, found me obviously naked in the pool with Warren, obvious because our clothes were strewn all over the tiles, and then just left…

How many times was I going to be able to keep dodging being caught? I had no idea how this one had worked out…I'd just been caught red handed and…Hold on a second…what did Dad say…?

I slowly looked back to Warren. His gaze was downcast and he looked as if he were thinking very hard. He was probably just as surprised as I was. But I knew an aspect of how this one had turned in our favor of secrecy.

I licked my lips and said, "Warren?"

His dark eyes looked to mine. They looked troubled.

This is gonna clear some things up here…I smiled lightly, and bit my lip. "Warren, uh…they…they thought you were a…a girl…" I couldn't help it, I laughed a little.

~Up In The Air~

"Josie I can't believe you did that! Hey! Are you listening to me? Ms. Flight Attendant, you need to turn this flight around and get back down there! As the kids say nowadays, somethin's gonna go down!" Steve cried out, doing a twitchy dance midair that looked a lot like Michael Jackson having a seizure.

Josie shook her head, "Steve, just," she paused to laugh at his cute little flustered dance, "you just need to calm down. Weren't you the one who told me to stop babying him?"

"What? This is different! Our firstborn son is…is…sexually active!"

Josie laughed again, "Steve, calm down. He's our only born son. And don't use that phrase…it sounds stupid. And it makes you sound old."

"I am not old, Josie! And I can't calm down, he's only fourteen!" Steve exclaimed, raising his arms in the air.

Josie shook her head, "Steve, stop and think for a second. How old were you exactly? Hm? When you first had,"

"Don't say it!" Steve interrupted. After a moment of flying in silence he reached up and rubbed at his eyes. "I was…I was…when I first…I was fifteen…"

Josie cocked an eyebrow down at her husband, "Really? I remember hearing rumors that in freshman year, you and that Senior, Lucy Riddering, did it after homecoming."

Steve shook his head violently, "It did happen after homecoming, but I was fifteen already!"

Josie shrugged, "Oh."

"Don't say 'oh'!"

"Well, he's going to be fifteen soon,"

"But he's still fourteen! Honestly Josie, how old were you your first time? Give me a break…" Steve said, running his hands down his face.

"Actually, I was fourteen when I lost my virginity,"

"WHAT?"

"Steve, seriously, if you keep doing that dance, you're gonna make me drop you. You just have to chill out. Seriously, you're a man. I thought men were supposed to be proud of their sons when they hit a home run."

"Oh jeez," Steve murmured, shaking his head.

Josie laughed, "I can't believe you're being such a prude,"

"A prude? What?"

"And if you keep interrupting me, I am going to drop you. Steve, our son isn't a child anymore. He's exploring sexually, he'd have to do it eventually. God, I would have expected you to give him another video game console or something!"

"Wait, you know about the Xbox?"

"I see all. I know all…except who Will's girl is." Josie giggled. "I hope he introduces us to her soon."

"…Did you see who it was…by chance?" Steve asked quietly after a moment, looking over his shoulder at his wife.

"No, I didn't. All I saw was the back of her head and that's it. She never turned around. But let's promise right now not to press him or scold him about it. He'll tell us about it when he's ready." Josie said.

Steve pouted into the night air. "I'll tell you right now that it wasn't Gwen Grayson…"

"What makes you say that?" Josie asked.

"Cuz Gwen's hair wasn't cut like that, and wasn't the same type of hair. And those big, black boots sitting at the shoe mat are not something she would wear. Oh dear god, our son is dating a goth girl…"

"Steve!"

"I can't help it! This is gonna drive me nuts! It's probably that Magenta girl, the one who shifts into a guinea pig! Oh dear god, what if she's Satanic?"

"Steve! I don't think it was Magenta!"

"What makes you think that?"

"Because I saw her leave Layla's house and go home in her Mom's car before we left this afternoon! She waved bye!"

"So this girl is anonymous! That makes me feel better!"

There was a long moment of silence as Steve crossed his arms. Josie shrugged and spoke after a moment, "Well, look on the bright side, I don't think you have to give him the Father Son Sex Talk entirely."

"AH! YOU SAID IT! DON'T SAY IT!"

~Warren's POV~

What had I done? Or rather, why hadn't I? He'd been standing right behind me. I could've turned around, powered up, grabbed little Stronghold's dick or something to make him cry out and say something snarky to Stronghold Senior about how his son liked it rough. I could have brought it all crashing down right then. I could have finally tasted it…revenge. I could have torn their world apart.

But yet…I did nothing…

I'd stayed absolutely frozen, still in the moment I had once planned to be the outbreak of fucked up reality. Yeah that's right Stronghold Senior, the son of Baron Battle has been fucking yours senseless all this time with all the finesse of an abusive man, except your son likes to be abused! Nothing like that. Nothing at all in fact.

I had just let them make their assumptions, and just get away. They'd even thought I was a chick! Why hadn't I done anything? How deep have I sunk here?

I shoved Stronghold off of me and he grunted, splashing back through the water. I heard him cough a little behind me as I turned and heaved myself out of his pool. The water streamed off my naked body as I got up onto their fancy tiled ground. My body started heating up as I picked my jeans and boxers off of the tiles, drying the water from my skin.

"Warren, please," I heard Stronghold say, climbing out of the pool. "I'm sorry. I didn't think they'd be back so soon!"

I tried to ignore him. His pleading voice was trespassing in my senses. His hand touched my arm, "Please, please don't,"

"Get the fuck off of me!" I yelled out, turning and catching him in the jaw with my fist. It knocked him back through the air and into the pool with a heavy splash. I glared at the lapping water, gripping my jeans in one fist. My right fist was throbbing.

He surface and coughed, eyes closed and brow arching. Blood trickled wetly down the side of his chin, thinned by the water. When he coughed again, blood droplets clouded the water and then dissolved in the chlorine. His hand lifted out of the water and softly cupped the side of his face where I'd angrily punched him.

Then his eyes looked up at me and got my heart in a vice grip. Big, blue and sad they stared up at me, hurt and isolated. I clenched my jaw, not able to look away from those pained eyes. I'd hit him plenty of times in plenty of placed on his body. But I'd never…not once ever punched him in the face. Not since this whole thing started at least. Whatever this thing had become…

I watched the blood trickle from his mouth as he stared up at me. I couldn't tell if he was tearing up or not because water was dripping profusely from his wet hair down his face. But it didn't matter. Somehow, and I hated to admit this to myself, it hurt me to see him hurt. It hurt to his eyes wide, sad, downgraded and tossed away.

Something told me that I should just leave right then. Cut this whole thing off like a dead limb and forget about it. Something in me told me to just yank on my jeans, grab my shirt, go back through the house, pull on my boots, get outside, turn over my bike and just take off, never to return to this place.

And I pushed it down deep inside me. I dropped my jeans to the tiles and slipped back into the pool. I waded over to Stronghold and wrapped him in my arms tightly. He jumped against me slightly and I held him tighter. The grip around my fiery heart loosened when his hands touched my chest and slipped around my neck.

"I'm sorry." I murmured.

His body twitched slightly and he pulled away, looking into my eyes.

Those blues no longer looked so hurt. They were soft, affectionate, and devoted. And surprised. I suppose I couldn't hold it against. I doubt anyone would ever think that Warren fucking Peace would apologize for knuckling someone in the face.

~Will's POV~

Admittedly, I wasn't expecting the hard punch in the face. It had been a very long time since he had hit me in the face. The last time he'd done that had been during our little cafeteria fiasco where we pretty much trashed and destroyed the place. Since then, he'd hit me everywhere else on my body pretty much, and I wasn't complaining about it. Maybe screaming in masochistic ecstasy but never complaining. Hitting me in the face just felt like…maybe there was a line that was crossed. As if he'd taken a step out of our…whatever we had going.

And yet, I felt like I'd deserved it, no matter how much it hurt me. And yet again, I, no way in hell had been expecting him to come back into the water and pull me into his arms and comfort me. Whisper that he was sorry to me into my ear.

I'd been expecting him to just take off. Leave me in the pool with blood seeping from my gums. No sentiment required.

But he'd stayed. I guess at this point as he brushed my wet hair out of my eyes and lightly kissed me, I should stop making assumptions about him. Warren Peace never seems to do the expected. I accepted the fact as he cupped my chin gently that Warren Peace was always going to keep me guessing, and was always going to surprise me.

"C'mon." He said quietly, releasing me, but keeping a hand to the small of my back. We climbed out of the pool, and picked up our clothes. When I straightened again, he was already dry. His dry hand settled against my wet back and he guided me back inside my house where he herded me to the bathroom upstairs. He took a washcloth from the basket and ran it under warm water.

He turned to me where I had taken a seat on the edge of the bathtub. He knelt down in front of me and quietly spoke. "Let me see."

I closed my eyes as he gently wiped away the blood which had seemed to have stopped dripping out of my mouth. His hands were so much warmer than the washcloth and I leaned my cheek into his palm. I felt his lips touch mine by the slightest and I felt him press his forehead against mine.

Just being so close to his furnace of a body started to dry my skin. He softly kissed me and took me to my room where he laid us down serenely into my bed. He pulled the blanket up over us and drew me, facing him, as close as he possibly could into his chest. He seemed to have maneuvered us in such a way so that the sore side of my face wouldn't be pressing against my pillow.

He tilted up my chin and kissed me again. Slowly and softly.

And then we laid there. Just laid there. His hand slowly stroked up and down my shoulder. His arms engulfed me in the warmest and most comforting embrace I'd ever been held in. I was surrounded by his smell, hardly affected by the smell of chlorine.

Leather.

Spicy fire.

And his hair was like a mane of consoling wood smoke.

I drifted away like that smoke in the night, dissolving into sleep.

I woke up a few hours later, and it was still dark. I tilted my head slightly and looked up at Warren. The porch light from Layla's house was on and was casting a bit of a glow through my window. It was enough for me to see that Warren was fast asleep in the dark. He breathed slowly, deeply and silently through his nostrils.

I was still curled up in his arms, entirely naked if not for the blanket. I leaned my forehead against his collarbone. I could feel his pulse throbbing calmly as he slept. His skin was so impossibly warm. I breathed in deeply against his neck, drawing in his smell.

Why is he still here? I wondered, moving my hand from where it had been slumbering against his chest. What made you stay here with me tonight? Why would you let me stay at your house? Normally you'd just fuck me, and take off…what's changing about you?

I caressed his chest, really feeling his muscles for the first time. My fingers wisped across his strong stomach. I hesitated when I got close to his penis.

I've never…done anything like that before…I don't know…but he's done…I could…

I jumped slightly when I heard Warren breathe in deeply through his nose and tighten his arms around me for a moment until he sighed quietly. I lifted my gaze and found him looking down at me with his dark eyes. His big hands smoothed down my back and he leaned in and kissed me.

I pulled in a gasp when he turned over, dragging me on top of him. One of his hands grasped the back of my neck, pressing me into his kiss as he performed the greatest dance in my mouth with his tongue.

I was dizzy within two minutes. I was very aware of my erection pressing against his stomach. He stole away my breath when he reached behind me and grabbed my thighs. He pulled them up to nestle on the sheets of my bed on either side of his hips. I groaned for two reasons then. He'd bit down hard on my lip and I could feel his strong erection up against my backside.

I shuddered and started to get off of him to get on my elbows and knees for him. Hell, for me too. I wanted him so badly.

But he held me still, shaking his head. "No. Stay like this."

"But…why?" I asked, hardly able to breathe stably.

I saw the edges of his mouth tip up slightly and he pulled me in for a kiss again. And the he murmured against my throbbing lip, "More pressure."

Good god, I shivered when he said that. I closed my eyes as I felt him stroking my arousal. I felt him touching himself briefly behind me as well. Then I screamed out when I felt his flaming hands drag up my back. My mouth dropped open, letting out another, more choked scream as I felt his bare erection shove into me, making my eyes fly shut in agony.

I pressed my face to his collarbone, my fingers clenching his shoulders. His flaming hands grabbed a hold of my hips in a powerful grip and raised me up slightly. I cried out and gasped as he brought me back down and thrust up at the same time. My belly felt blazing hot and full of him. Dark spots dances across my eyes and thick air seemed to pass through my skull as he thrust up into me harder and harder, moving my hips to meet him each time.

He sat up, his blazing hands traveling up my sides, making me scream out. But he'd stopped. Fucking Christ, I needed it so much, wanted it so much. "Don't stop…please." I breathed and rose up slightly myself. And I brought myself back down onto him. He bit out a groan as I leaned my head back.

My mouth fell open in a pained yell as his flaming arms clamped around me, trapping me in a circle of fire all around me. It lit up my room with bright orange light. It lit up all of my nerves and pain receptors around my body. Tears welled in my eyes and I could barely see as I lifted myself up and down, refusing to let it end.

He growled in his throat and reached down to touch my thighs. My muscles clenched in pain as his fire burned my sensitive skin. He took a hold of my calves and pulled them out from under me so my legs were splayed behind him and I was literally sitting in his lap. I gasped, having had my support yanked out from under me, shoving him the deepest he'd ever been inside of me. Making him press hard against that sweet spot inside of me that nearly shoved me over the edge each time. This time it did. I came with a scream of blissful agony. My chest felt wet and slick with semen.

Warren's most likely was too, but he didn't seem to care. I panted loudly against him, shuddering, hardly able to move. And when the thought had passed through my head that he had paralyzed me again, he moved instead.

He growled again, attacking my lips. His hands slipped under my knees and around behind my back. I felt them lock together behind me and the next thing I know, he slipped out of my bed and he was holding me up. I whimpered against his throat, tightly encircling my arms around his neck. I couldn't believe it, I was getting hard again, already.

I felt the wall right beside my bed coldly press up against my back.

I found that gravity was one of the most gratifying forces in the world…other than fire of course. With each thrust, he ground me into the wall, rocked me back and forth, drew out groaning screams and whimpering moans from me. His lips burned against my neck. His strong arms kept me from falling. His fiery shoulders burned my forearms as I held onto him for dear sweet life.

He turned away from the wall and I felt the softness of my sheets against my back. I jumped and yelled out in pain when the new angle thrust him deep inside of me again. He moved me into the middle of my bed and pressed my thighs up against my chest.

All this time, I hadn't been able to keep my eyes from squeezing shut in pain. But I needed to see his faze. He had never done this to me face to face before. I had to see him. I had to look in his eyes if I possibly could.

I could. His dark eyes opened and stared down at me, as if he'd known I'd opened my eyes to look up at him. His hair hung around his face like a black halo with a streak of red in the dark. His lips were ever so slightly parted and he breathed quietly and ruggedly. His jaw was slightly clenched, but other than that his facial muscles were mostly relaxed, drunken, and blissed.

I felt him big hand cup release my left thigh. And he caressed the left side of my face. I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer as he continued to thrust in and out of me, deeper inside of me each time. I wondered briefly if a mere mortal could survive this…? If they couldn't I was sure that they would die extremely happy.

His fingertips brushed over my eyelids and down my nose. They moved gently against my parted lips. I couldn't help it…my tongue brushed out against them. I heard him bite out a grunt. My tongue lapped against his fingertips until I pulled them into my mouth and sucked on them.

He gasped and groaned above me and I could feel a clenching to his muscles and a stiffening to his movements. My eyes open slightly and I could see his parted lips, furrowed brow and fluttering eyelids, undecided to let his eyes roll back into his head or not. He placed more rhythm to his thrusts as well, more like a quickening drumbeat now.

Did…I just find…Ah, god…did I…find his…thing? His spot? The thing…ah…that gets him, ah Jesus! …going? Sucking on his fingers? What?

And it hit me almost as hard as his next thrust. When he powered up, his fire bloomed from his hands and traveled up to his shoulders. His nerve endings in his hands had to be the most impossibly strong and hyper sensitive in his body. Sucking on his fingertips awoke pleasure receptors inside of him. I felt a little disappointed in myself for not figuring that out sooner.

He didn't seem disappointed at all. He leaned down and captured my lips. His tongue twisted around mine. His teeth grazed my top lip and bit down hard on my lower lip. His free hand pressed hard against my chest and fire bloomed from it.

This was my last scream. The most loud and agonized. And the most pleasured. My stomach was splashed with another one of my strong endurance orgasms. I trembled and whimpered as Warren continued rocking into me.

And fuck, when he came, I actually felt it for the first time. White hot liquid coated my insides and I yelled out against his collarbone. I heard him let out a long groan into my ear. I even felt him shiver, right up until he collapsed on my paralyzed body.

I closed my eyes and let my body become submissive to the paralyzed trembling, shuddering and shaking. My body twitched under him and I gasped as I panted heavily. As he panted heavily. His hand caressed my face again and he lifted off of me. With his free hand, he pulled himself from my insides and I whimpered.

"Shhh." Warren quietly crooned. He settled his exhausted body down beside me and brushed my hair back from my face.

He banished the shaking with his warm body. He exiled the trembling with his wonderful scent. He chased away the shuddering with his kiss. Gently his tongue ran across the throbbing bite in my lower lip. He pulled me into his arms, comforting me in his warmth. I'd never felt closer to him in all of the time we'd spent together.

If I hadn't been so exhausted, I would've spent the next hour going over my evening, how it had gone from good to great, to bad, to terrible, to good, to great, and to fucking wonderful, blissful and beyond infinity. But I was very exhausted. I contently drifted back to sleep as his fingers continued combing through my hair.