This chapter makes me feel I should have left it as a one-shot and taken a cold shower instead of uploading the second chapter. I have no clue where I'm going with this, seriously. Blegh! Anyway, it was an interesting experience writing this, these two guys completely hijacked the writing, doing stuff I simply did not want them to do! Can't you imagine me, sitting by my computer, yelling at the screen? Well, that's what happened. Literally.

In the end, I couldn't make them obey me. We had to compromise.

Hope you like it. And please, tell me what the hell I'm trying to do, here.

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Lei woke up with a start and turned his head towards Bryan with a puzzled look on his face. He then groaned and fell back against the pillow.

"Go away." He moaned. "I'm trying to sleep."

Bryan leant back and shifted his legs so he sat on the side of the bed. He smiled to himself. Lei suddenly raised one hand and waved it carelessly against the door.

"Close the door, it's too bright out there."

Bryan remained on the bed for a while, looking down on the floor, before he got up and closed the door, leaving just a creak open. It illuminated the room more than enough for him. He knelt down and began untying his shoestrings with a slight smile.

"So… got you drinking, did I?" he asked with a snicker at the end. He heard a slurred moan from the bed followed by a short, loud laugh.

"Don't flatter yourself, Bryan, I've been drinking since before you were…" he began, but stopped himself before he could say the last word. Bryan looked over his shoulder at the figure on the bed.

"Afraid to say it?" he asked with a close to neutral tone of voice. He heard a deep sigh and saw Lei sit up. No one of them said a word for a while.

"Maybe." Lei finally replied quietly. "Maybe."

Bryan pulled off one shoe and began working with the other one. He nodded towards the door.

"Who were you drinking with?"

"No one. I poured most of them into the sink." Lei replied and a slight smile, barely more than a sudden twitch at the side of his mouth, appeared for a second.

"Why, are you jealous?"

"Of course not." Bryan snarled back, almost too quickly. He pulled the shoe off his foot.

"Why would I be?" he muttered to himself.

Lei lay down again and sighed, covering his eyes with his hand.

"Yeah, why would you be?" He mumbled, mostly to himself. Bryan stood up again and stretched. Lei gave him a quick glance before patting the side of the bed.

"Come lie down." He offered, moving a bit further to the side. Bryan looked over his shoulder at Lei with a questioning look on his face. Lei just lay there, looking back at him. He wasn't smiling. Bryan stood still for a short while, hesitant, before he slowly walked up to the side of the bed and lay down, looking up at the ceiling. Lei didn't say anything, he just lay there beside him, looking at a spot above Bryan's head. After a short while he reached down with one hand and gently stroked Bryan's fingers. He sighed slightly.

"I've been thinking a lot tonight." He confessed, sounding almost guilty.

"I noticed." Bryan replied dryly. He didn't show any reaction to Lei's touches. Lei sighed and moved just a little bit closer to him.

"I… just don't know how to handle it."

"Handle what?"

"Everything!" he suddenly snapped back through gritted teeth. Bryan didn't even look at him. "How can I handle all of this! My life, all my responsibilities, my guilt… you."

He mumbled the last word, as if he was afraid Bryan would hear it. Bryan suddenly smiled.

"Me?"

"You."

Bryan laughed quietly and shifted into a more comfortable position.

"That shouldn't be a problem, Lei, not even for you. Just don't let me in and I won't come back."

"It would just make everything worse."

Bryan glanced at him, his smile already faded.

"Why?"

Lei didn't meet his gaze.

"I told you about the guilt already." He mumbled. Bryan shook his head slightly, put his hand on Lei's chin and forced his head up.

"Lei." He said softly with a warm smile. "You fucking pussy."

Lei jerked his head back with a grimace and gave a short, frustrated sigh.

"I knew you'd say something like that. There's just no point telling you anything."

Bryan laughed loudly.

"Seriously, Wulong! What the hell is this? Would you really feel so guilty for forcing me to go somewhere else to get laid?"

Lei quickly sat up, turning his back towards Bryan. He sat on the edge of the bed, as if preparing to get up quickly. He stared at the wall with an irritated look on his face.

"It's not that." He muttered.

"Then what is it?" Bryan sighed.

Lei sat perfectly still for a while, barely breathing. He then sighed deeply and turned his head towards Bryan.

"Why are you here?"

Bryan shrugged quickly. Lei nodded slightly with a thoughtful look on his face before suddenly straddling Bryan's waist. Bryan looked up at him, surprised. Lei put his hands on Bryan's shoulders and leant down close to his face.

"Is this what you want? Are you just here to 'get laid'?" he asked lowly and stared defiantly into his eyes, waiting for a response. Bryan shrugged again and grinned. Lei nodded quickly, looking almost hysterical. He began tugging Bryan's belt buckle with slightly shaking hands.

"Then let's do it!" he snarled at him. "Let's just do it so you'll get out and I can start waiting for you to come back, as usual! How about that?"

He almost shouted the last parts and pulled Bryan's belt from his pants. Before he could do anything else, Bryan sat up, took a grip of Lei's shoulders and wrestled him down on the bed. He pinned him down and kept his grip even when Lei struggled to break free. Lei finally gave up, his whole body relaxing under Bryan's weight. He sobbed quietly.

"Of course." He mumbled. "What was I thinking? I'm not supposed to do anything… All I have to do is to lay here and take it like a man, right?"

Bryan met his eyes and gritted his teeth. He didn't let go of him.

"Lei…" he growled quietly, but Lei interrupted him.

"I wonder who you think about while you fuck me!" he hissed at him. Bryan sat up and backhanded him over the face, hard enough for his head to snap to the side. He looked back almost right away, not doing anything about the blood trickling slowly from the corner of his mouth.

"Doesn't that take me back." He said quietly. Bryan backhanded him again on the other side of his face before taking a grip of the collar of his shirt, pulling his face close to his own.

"Shut the hell up, Wulong." He growled and pushed him back. "You don't have anything to bitch about."

Lei looked at the door, now wiping blood from his lips.

"I don't?" he asked, still not looking at Bryan. Bryan, in turn didn't look at him. He kept his eyes fixed on a spot on the wall to his side, staring at it intensively. After a short while he raised his hand to his head and began massaging his temple slightly. His expression had changed from angered to something very much alike remorseful. He looked down on Lei again, who was studying his face with great surprise.

"You liked it!" he hissed. "I know you did! You did!"

Lei hesitated for just a short moment before he shook his head slowly. Bryan looked away from him and gave a strange sound, much alike a mix between a sigh and a moan. He stared blankly in front of himself.

"You told me he would…" he mumbled to himself before moving away from Lei and lay down on the bed again, staring up at the ceiling. He still had the same look on his face. Lei got up so he was resting his weight on his elbows and looked at him, suddenly worried.

"Bryan?" he asked. "Are you…"

"Shut up!" he suddenly snarled and turned his back to him. After a short while he covered his eyes with one hand and put the other hand clenched to a fist near his chest. "Shut up, both of you!"

Lei wiped some more blood from his lips and leaned closer to Bryan, who was breathing rapidly, almost as if he was about to break into tears. Lei carefully put his hand on his shoulder.

"Bryan…" he began, but didn't know what else to say. After a while, Bryan removed his hand from his eyes.

"You wanted it." He said with an almost childishly defiant tone of voice. Lei moved closer to him.

"No. No, I didn't want it, but that doesn't matter now, it's already done. I don't blame you for anything."

Bryan didn't reply, he just muttered something to himself. Lei pulled him towards himself, so he rolled onto his back. He immediately turned his face away and closed his eyes. Lei only hesitated for a moment before curling up close to him, resting his head on his chest. He grimaced slightly at the lack of heartbeat and wondered like many times before what kept his body warm.

"It doesn't matter, huh?" he finally asked, almost too quietly for Lei to hear him. Lei didn't look up at him.

"I don't know… I…" Lei began again, but his voice trailed off at the end as he realized that he didn't know what to say. Bryan didn't move or say anything for a while, but finally sighed and slowly put one arm around Lei's shoulders.

"You're right." He agreed, sounding a lot more like his usual self. "It doesn't matter. And you won't tell anyone."

He made the last sentence almost sound like an order. Lei frowned to himself, looking at the wall.

"What makes you think that? What makes you think I'm just going to shut up about… that?"

Bryan closed his eyes and laughed quietly.

"Because I know you. I know you…"

Lei felt an unsettling cold spread in his stomach, a sensation he had come to associate directly to Bryan's company. He hesitated slightly and reached out to take Bryan's other hand. He was happy to find that Bryan didn't object. They lay there together for a while, not doing anything.

"I…" Lei finally said, quietly because he was not sure about how to start. "…would feel guilty for turning you away. Don't get angry, but I feel you need to come here sometimes. That you need to come here and… well, dominate me. Hurt me."

He looked at Bryan, trying to make out his reaction. His eyes were closed, his head turned halfway from Lei. Lei decided to take the risk.

"To be honest, I think you need me more than I need you."

Bryan didn't reply. Lei sighed in relief, moved even closer to him and squeezed his hand slightly, not caring that Bryan didn't squeeze back.

"Bryan Fury…" he mumbled. "Do you have anywhere else to go?"

He looked up at him after a while when he still didn't reply. He had to look at him for a long while before he realized he was sleeping. He rested his head against his chest again, sighing lightly.

"I'll take that as a no…" he mumbled to himself and fell asleep in Bryan's arms, allowing himself the momentary illusion of happiness.