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Sooo guys... It's been a YEAR! A year since I was like "hmm, I'll wonder if anyone likes this". And you guys DID! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, favourited, READ this story. I made this chapter extra special for you.

Disclaimer: Okay, so it's technically the fourteenth, but I'm only less than an hour off... Close enough, eh?

WARNING: SEX SCENE. It's a lot more graphic than the previous one, so if you're easily offended, please don't say I didn't warn you.


I remember brown eyes, so sad
And blue skies turned to darkness and night
I'm so sick of the fight

I won't breathe unless you breathe
Won't bleed unless you bleed
Won't be unless you be
Until I'm gone and I can sleep
-Hollywood Undead's Circles


Desmond spent a long time staring at his reflection. And as he stared, he thought about what Lucy had said.

"He cares about you. So much. And you never show him anything. You're too wrapped up in yourself."

The words echoed in his head, tearing him apart from the inside out. He knew Shaun cared about him. He also knew how much of as ass he, Desmond, had been in the past... hell, the past year. Truth be told, he had no idea how Shaun was still with him.

I'm going to fix this... I'm going to fix this and I'm going to tell Shaun how much I love him. And it was true; though he didn't show it, Shaun was definitely the most important person in Desmond's life. And really, who else did he have? There was Rebecca and Mel, but they had their own lives, and Desmond had no place in it. His parents were dead, he was an only child, and any other relatives he might've had had never come forward following his orphaning. And although his foster parents loved him, they were getting old, and they, too, had their own lives to live, and he knew they wanted to spend their last few years together.

Shaun was all he had.

Desmond exited the bathroom and sat down heavily - as "heavily" as a 128-pound man could - on a couch. His thumbs danced over keys as he stared at Shaun's text, but no words could come. It just wouldn't work over a text.

Inhaling deeply, Desmond entered the necessary command to call Shaun's number. Before putting the phone to his ear, he checked the time; it was 12:15; Shaun would be on lunch. Perfect.

"Hello?" And suddenly, Desmond's throat closed up. That voice, so innocent, belonged to the person he loved the most in this world. The sudden thought of losing him nearly made Desmond's mind go into a panic.

"...Hello?" Shaun started to sound pissed. "Look, twat, if you're going to call me, at least say—"

"Iloveyou," Desmond breathed, so fast he wasn't sure Shaun heard him.

"What? Who is this?" Of course, Shaun didn't have called ID. He'd forgotten.

"It's me," Desmond said, just as quietly.

"Oh. Hello then." He didn't sound very interested. "Are you okay? What have you been doing all day?"

Are you my mother?Desmond clamped his jaws shut and remembered why he had called in the first place. "I love you. So much."

"I know..." It sounded like a question. What the hell are you talking about.

"No, it's..." He made a noise of frustration. What was he trying to say? "It's more than that. You're what keeps me going, no matter what happens. Anything could happen. The world could be falling to shit and as long as I have you I'd be okay with it.You are my reason. I know I've been an ass for so long that you may have forgotten what it was like to love me. We've barely spoken for so long and it's hurting me. I really have no right to say that since it's me that's doing the hurting..." Stop rambling, you idiot.

"All I'm trying to say is that I love you. And if you don't love me anymore, that's fine. Hell, I deserve it. I've treated you like shit for so long and even I don't know why. Because you don't deserve to be treated like that. You are amazing and the best thing I could ever want in my shitty life. So, please, don't hate me for the things I've done. I need you." The last part was a whisper.

Silence. Oh God he's hung up. Panic enveloped Desmond's brain.He hates me. He hates me and I deserve it, I fucking deserveit...

"I love you too."

"You... Wait, what?" Desmond had been so expecting fury, or rejection, that he'd already prepared a plea.

"You idiot, I love you. Of course I do. You may look different but you're still the same Desmond I fell in love with."

"Oh..." he breathed. So many words rose from his heart that they became tangled in his throat and he couldn't speak. "...Thank you," he somehow managed.

"Oh, Desmond." There was a sigh from the other end of the line. "You don't know how much you've changed my life. If anything, Ishould be thanking you."

Desmond didn't know what to say. He was so touched by Shaun's words that his heart practically jumped out of his chest. Instead he just said, "I have a surprise for you when you get home."

"Oh, good." He really did sound genuinely happy. Not a hint of sarcasm. "I can't wait." Desmond could hear the smile in his voice.


The "surprise" turned out to be dinner, cooked by Desmond over three hours. He went out and bought ground meat, vegetables, potatoes, and spices. It took him half an hour to peel and mash the potatoes while the meat cooked, and spices were added to both. He tossed the vegetables - carrots and peas - in some hot water and let them boil. When everything was done, he took a glass casserole dish, about as big as a football, and added the meat, then the vegetables, then the mashed potatoes. On top of the potatoes he sprinkled a little spice. From the top, the whole thing just looked like a bunch of mashed potatoes, but looking through the glass side revealed it for what it really was: shepherd's pie. Then he put it in the oven to keep it warm and waited for Shaun. Though he had no idea if his boyfriend actually likedshepherd's pie - he'd never seen him eating it before - he hoped the thought of a hot meal as soon as the Brit stepped in the door was enough.

Keys turned in the lock and Desmond's head shot up from setting the table. He uncorked the bottle of red wine he'd bought and hurriedly poured two glasses before setting the bottle in the middle of the table. Though Shaun didn't drink - and hadn't since the night at Dusk - Desmond figured a little wine was fine.

As the door opened, Desmond stepped around in and pulled the unsuspecting Shaun into a kiss before the other man could even say a word.

When they broke apart, Shaun grinned. "Hello to you too.

"Oh, what is that smell?" He wandered to the table, where the dish of pie sat next to the wine. "Food, wine...?" Shaun turned around. "Trying to woo me with displays of cooking, eh?"

Desmond shrugged, smiled. "I felt like I owed it to you."

They ate. While they ate, they talked. More than they had in alongtime.

And then Desmond leaned closer, or maybe it was Shaun; Desmond didn't know nor care, because they ended up in the darkened bedroom, tongues exploring every inch of the other's mouth.

Desmond was on his back and Shaun was on top of him. Hands were all over his body; it was as if Shaun had grown another few.

Shaun broke away, panting, a glow in his eye. "I love you so much." Desmond didn't respond, only tugged at the other man's jumper needingly. With some help, he managed it off, but there was still that collared shirt. Why did it have so many buttons? He tried it, but his fingers shook too much.

Eventually they were both undressed, various articles of clothing scattered around the room. Shaun bent low, hand on Desmond's shaft, and muttered, "Are you ready for this?"

"Ye-Yes!" Desmond gasped, barely able to form a sentence. It wasn't fair; Shaun should stop touching him before asking a question.

Shaun took his hand off Desmond, but not for long. Soon his finger was entering the other man's rectum. Desmond cried out and thrust his hips away, but Shaun soothed him and soon the American was relaxing into his touch. Until the second finger entered. It stung, but Desmond wanted this so bad that he gritted his teeth and tried to focus on Shaun's face instead.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" The fingers withdrew, but Desmond had gotten used to them and realized that it felt good.

"No, no!" he gasped. "Just - getting used to it."

"Oh, fuck," Shaun muttered. "No lube."

Desmond's eyes darted around the room in a panic - he wanted this now- until his eyes landed on the hand lotion Shaun kept on his nightstand. He grabbed it. "How's this?"

"What?" Shaun looked astounded. "I use that on my hands!"

"And it's about to go on mine," Desmond grinned, and pumped a generous amount into his palm. Shaun began to protest, but then Desmond tossed the bottle aside and put his hands on him. The lotion smoothed out the skin quite nicely, but Desmond could feel the blood inside getting thicker and thicker. He grinned, enjoying the sight of Shaun squirming.

"Stop..." Shaun gasped, then practically ripped himself away. "I don't want to come all over your chest, you twat."

And there was the sarcasm. Desmond smiled, looked up at Shaun, and kissed him. "Go ahead."

Shaun tipped his head, then leaned back and grabbed Desmond's bony calfs, propping his partner's ankles on his, Shaun's, shoulders. Desmond leaned his head back as the tip of Shaun's cock entered him. Pain seared through his body, but he didn't protest. It would be worth it.

More pressure built up until it felt like he was going to burst from the inside out. But oh man, did it feel amazing.

"Oh my God," Desmond moaned, and thrust his hips, needing friction. Shaun followed suit, until they were grinding against each other. Desmond felt all the blood in his body drain toward his lower torso and thrust harder, enjoying this too much for it to be over. Shaun was grunting faster and faster. His grunts matched his thrusts until Desmond couldn't take it anymore.

He moaned loudly and white liquid spurted all over Shaun's chest and neck. Shaun himself wasn't far behind, and Desmond felt the fluid between his legs and found himself hoping it was just sperm, not blood.

Shaun pulled out and Desmond winced as his sphincter returned to its normal size. It felt like it was folding in on itself.

Shaun didn't even bother to wipe himself off before leaning in for a kiss. He grinned.

"See? Told you I loved you."


Sorry I'm such a fail at writing yoai. But since this story is rated T, I tried to keep the descriptive words to a minimum...