A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in quite a while. I've been working on my other (long) fic, and the chapter editor was being so stupid and not working so I've been stressing for a while. Right…

Where are you and I'm so sorry

I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight

I need somebody and always

This sick strange darkness

Comes creeping on so haunting every time

And as I stared I counted

The webs from all the spiders

Catching things and eating their insides

Like indecision to call you

And hear your voice of treason

Will you come home and stop this pain tonight

Stop this pain tonight

Blink 182,I Miss You

Forbidden Love

The Treachery Begins

Neal woke up the next morning only to roll over and see his cousin sprawled over more than half of his bed, practically throwing the poor Meathead onto the cold stone floor. Inconsiderate cousin. Misbegotten son of a stormwing.

"Dom?" Neal groaned. "What're you doing here?"

His cousin merely snored and pulled the covers further over himself.

Neal scowled and yanked the covers away from Dom and back onto himself.

Smiling and patting them self satisfactorily, he looked over to see where Yuki was.

Then he froze. She wasn't there. Why wasn't she there?

Then he remembered the argument they'd had. The way she'd yelled at him and pulled her engagement ring off her finger, throwing it to the floor, then stormed out of the room.

Nothing he did seemed to make her happy anymore.

Neal was jolted out of his thoughts by his cousin throwing his arm possessively over Neal's stomach.

Neal smiled down fondly at Dom until he realised what his cousin had jus done.

"Ewwww!" he screamed. "Dom! Get your arm off me! You… womaniser!"

Dom groaned and sat up, awoken by Neal's incessant yelling. He rubbed his head before mumbling a reply. "But Neal- you're not a woman."

"But… but… that's not the point!" Neal spluttered. "You were clearly implying something when you rested your arm across my stomach and I wish to know your obvious intentions!"

Dom groaned and without warning, Neal huffed and turned his back on his cousin.

Dom made gaping motions with his mouth at Neal's turned back. How could he say anything when he didn't know if his cousin was or wasn't paying attention to him?

Neal's back was broad and muscled. Dom could see Neal's tanned skin through the thin linen of his shirt.

How he longed to stroke that back… but no! Bad bad bad thoughts!

He settled for resting a strong hand on Neal's shoulder and pulling his cousin round so he could look him straight in the eyes.

"Nealan," he said firmly. Neal gulped. "I am not hitting on you," whatever! Keep telling yourself that and you might actually believe it one day! "So stop it!"

"Fine," Neal answered moodily. "But I don't believe that you're not hitting on me!" He narrowed his eyes. "But seen as you're my cousin, you may give me a peck," he pointed suggestively at his cheek.

Sighing, Dom moved his lips near Neal's cheek, but then stopped. When Neal gave him a quizzical look, he turned his cousin's head to the side, and kissed him fully on the lips.

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A/N: Wow. I thought that chapter would never end! Sorry about the delay as well! I hoped everyone liked it! Please tell me whether I should just leave this as it is, or add another chapter.

Constructive criticism welcome, and I will laugh at flames. I need some amusement.

So review and you get a free tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. I love it. Yummy…