Pairing: I really don't want to spoil it, but it's different…

Categories: Unconventional, Slash, romance (in my eyes), slight angst

Season/Episode: Starts with season 3, episode Pride, but after that it takes its own world

Warnings: Slash, D/s, S/m, Bondage, violence, pretty much the whole BDSM thing is covered, language, adult situations

Spoilers: Everyone knows Marco and Dylan are gay, yes?

Rating: The warnings alone need an R rating, so what do you think?

AN: Before you start reading this, I know at least one of the characters is /very/ painfully OOC. You have to keep in mind that part of this fic is me working through my own issues right now. There are a lot of things floating around my mind right now, and this is how they have chosen to express themselves. This is also my first fanfic, so be gentle.

AN2: This, first, chapter is just kind there, erm, it's to help set up Jay, and where the rest of the fic starts… Yeah… Just go with it, please.

Part 1 – Lost

Jay's fist slammed into the bathroom wall just as Dylan was walking in.

"What the hell was that?!" Dylan fumed.

Jay snapped his head back at him, eyes burning with rage, "You know how it works Dylan, stop acting like you don't." His visage turned away to focus again at the neutral walls of the bathroom, easier than seeing Dylan's angered orbs.

Dylan let his head drop back and bump the bathroom wall with a slight ting of pain. "You can just ignore me instead of insulting me, you know. It's not like anyone thinks the 'bad boy' Jay would be gay."

Jay's fist made contact with the wall again before he spun around to look at Dylan again, "I'm not gay."

Dylan rubbed one of his eyes and shook his head, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, but I can't keep doing this."

The sudden urge to smash the other boy's face in over whelmed him. Jay stalked over, but instead of using his fist, he used his mouth, capturing Dylan's lips, biting lightly on the bottom one, something he knew would make Dylan writher under him.

But Dylan's reaction wasn't what he expected; he pushed Jay off, grabbing for the door. "I can't…" he mumbled before leaving the bathroom.

"Wait…" Jay choked out of his throat, but it was too late, and Dylan was already gone.

Jay didn't leave the bathroom until he had his emotions under control, so what if he missed a class? It wasn't like that was an uncommon occurrence.