Sorry for taking so long!
Steve awoke the next day to find that Dave had gone. There was a note on Dave's pillow. "Hmmm… At work, huh." He said, smiling at the little 'I Love You's' on the bottom. He truly felt loved, and nothing would ever change that. He stretched his arms and stood up to stretch his legs as well. "YEEOWWCH!" He yelled, remembering the events of the night before. He made his painfully sore way to the bathroom and then got in the shower. "How the hell can Stefan, and Brian, and all these other gay guys take this sort of pain?" He asked himself. He finished his shower, and to his delight, it had helped with the soreness. He stepped out the door and went to meet his friends, and Leela.
Leela smiled as Steve approached. "Wow. There's actually *one* hot, straight guy in the city." She said. Steve smiled. "Not exactly." He said. Her jaw dropped. "You're kidding!" She said. He shook his head. "His name is Dave, and he works at the hospital." He said. Leela scrunched her face. "Not Fair!" She said. Stefan smiled a little. There was only one other person in the world who could match Brian's tantrums, and Leela was it. Brian giggled a little. "Alright, that's quite enough of you!" He told her, pulling her away from the group. "Let's go find a wedding dress!" He finished, skipping along the streets. She smiled and ran after him, towards the mall.
Steve smiled and snickered behind Stefan's back. Stefan turned around. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He asked. Steve just continued to laugh, even when Stefan smacked him upside the head. "Okay! It's just that you're stuck with his temper tantrums forever." He said, trying his best not to laugh at Stefan. "Yeah, well… You have to as well!" Stefan said. "No I don't!" Steve said. "You're one of Brian's best friends, and you know as well as I do that you love him equally as much as I do! So that means that we're all going to be friends and we're all going to have to put up with his worst outbursts!" Stefan said. Steve smiled. "Yeah. But I'll still be getting laid when Brian holds out to get his way." He said. "True, but I don't think that Brian can hold out for very long." Stefan began, but then quickly adding, "B-But I'm not willing to try it!"
Brian grunted a little at the dress he was in. "Leela! I hate this dress." Brian said, stubbornly. "Oh, Brian! Why don't you like this one?" She asked him. "Well, for starters… It's far too gaudy, it's rather large, and I abso-fucking-lutely refuse to wear BLACK at my wedding!" He snapped at her. "Oh, Fine! Hurry up and get your ass over to the next store." She told him, as Brian stripped off the hideous dress and put on his normal clothes. He ran out of the store and into the next one. He found Leela patiently waiting while flirting with the salesman at the store across the aisle. Brian pushed her out of the view, much to the disappointment of both parties, and then proceeded to look about the store. He saw more of the revolting dresses, but then he found it in a relatively hidden corner of the store. It was a plain, one piece, white silk dress with Angel wings attached to it. He smiled, his pretty eyes twinkling. He rushed over and picked it off the rack. "Leela!" He cried.
Leela heard Brian coming and then gasped at the dress that he held. It was rather plain, and only covered up to his mid-thighs. The wings were what made it so striking. He had the most beautiful smile as he tried it on. He looked the part of an angel when he put it on. Then a stupid looking salesman walked over. "Can I help you ladies?" Brian smiled as he fastened his jeans once again. "I'm getting married, and I need a wedding dress." He said. "Who's the lucky lady?" He asked. "It's a lucky man." Brian replied. The man's jaw dropped and he sent another salesperson over. She walked over and Brian asked about the dress. She pointed towards the gaudy dress that he hated. "Oh, Well… With your body, you'd be better off with this dress, as it suggests the curves on your body that aren't there." Brian looked at her. "I absolutely hate that dress, and I want this one. Will you see it to me, or shall I walk out the door and go elsewhere?" He said sharply. "Alright. We'll fit it for you." She said.
An hour later, they walked out of the store with the dress in hand and they went to their car. They gently packed it into the trunk and then headed back in for shoes. Leela knew that shoe shopping for him would be a disaster due to his big feet and the small selection. They headed into a shoe store and Brian began to pick out a bunch of shoes. Brian hated all the ones this particular store had to offer. On the way out the salesclerk looked over and said, "Well maybe you should start to wear a man's shoes Nancy-boy." Brian looked over at the clerk. "Well, perhaps you should take your zit-faced head out of your ass and open up your eyes to the change around you, fuckwad." He said, shocking the crowd of people in the store.
"Brian." Leela laughed as they headed to the next store. Brian looked at her, a silly smile playing on his lips. They walked into the next shoe store and then began to try on shoes. Brian picked out a pair of high heels that were like sandals, with the thin, satiny strips all over it. He loved them and then found Leela in the boot aisle. "These'll go splendidly with my punk-schoolgirl outfit!" She said picking them up. They paid for their items and left the store. They ran back out to the car and opened the trunk. They put in the shoes and got into the car which Brian owned. Stefan usually bitched about it, as he could barely fit into the damn thing, but Brian couldn't bear to part with it.
Steve sighed again as he watched the stupid clock tick. Dave had left at six-thirty. His shift ended at noon, but he called to say he had to cover for another doctor. Steve again stared at the clock. 3:30, and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 6… Dammit! 3:31, and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6… Steve was ready to shoot himself just to relieve the boredom. Just then the doorknob clicked and Dave entered the room. Steve looked up, his brown (*?*) eyes looking like a puppy's. Dave smiled and kissed Steve as he draped his coat over a chair. Dave flopped down and rested his head in Steve's lap. He let out a long, ragged sigh and looked up at the longhaired beauty above him. "Hard day, love?" Steve asked. Dave replied with another rough exhale. Steve leaned down and planted soft kisses along Dave's handsome face. He then found Dave's lips and kissed them softly, eliciting a happy sigh from his lover. Dave stood up and pulled Steve into a tight hug. Steve relaxed into the strong arms around him and he laid his head on Dave's shoulder.
Dave realized that Steve was crying and pulled Steve's chin to look into his eyes. "Steve? What's wrong?" Dave asked. Steve sniffled. "I have never felt this loved since… God knows when. Thank you." He whispered, leaning in and kissing Dave again. The two intertwined their hands, but Steve was still a little bit troubled. "Dave… I have to tell you something." He said. Dave looked at him with an expression that told him, 'Go on.' Steve took a deep breath. "Dave… I… I'm… I'm the father of twins." He said. Dave's eyes widened in shock. Steve looked down, prepared to lose it all. Dave hugged Steve, still surprised by the news. "How…" He stuttered. Steve smiled.
"Dave, love… You are a doctor, and so you should know about this sort of thing." He said. Dave grinned a little. "A few years ago, I fell in love with, and proposed to a lovely young Persian woman, Sakine. One thing led to another, and basically we shagged each other's brains out. Then, roughly nine months later, two kids popped out; my son, Amir, and my daughter, Jaby." Steve said. Dave smiled. "But, a few months later, Sakine was killed in a car accident on her way to our wedding." Steve finished, tears slipping out of his eyes. Dave instinctively placed an arm around Steve's shoulder. "Her parents hated me, especially since we spawned children out of wedlock. They got custody, and I got stuck with paying child support." He finished, looking at Dave. "I.. Um. Wow." Dave said. "I need to talk to someone else right now. I'll be back." Steve said as he ran out the door to the flat and down the stairs. He hopped into his Porsche and drove down well-known roads until he reached another part of the city. He parked and ran up the stairs and rapped at a door.
Brian looked up and walked to the door. "Who is it?" He asked. "Steve." The voice told him. Brian opened the door immediately. "Hello, Lovely." He said, placing a kiss on Steve's cheek. Steve sat down next to Brian.
"Brian, I need your help."
"What for?"
"I need to tell my kids about Dave."
Cliffhanger!
So, I hate to say this, but I'm losing interest in this story. Sorry about that. Lost momentum. So, the next couple of chapters will be the last. I'll write a few more Placebo fics, no doubt about that, but this one….
Quote of the fic:
"Show me the way, to the next… Whiskey Bar."
-The Doors, 'The Alabama Song'.