It it's one thing I learned from this experience, love is something priceless but can hurt. Painfully more than anything... I fear what the outcome of my new found love can bring, and what may happen to me if I loose it... But, I can't think this way. Not now, not ever. My love is filling me into a new light, a new feeling into this world. I want to understand it. I want to hold it, most of all; I want him to understand it. I wish I knew his choice, I wish I could tell him what to choose. I shall find out though... It's all in the future.

Clumsily, the older man's hand stumbled across his. At first it seemed to be an accident. That was before he took the boy onto his lap. The older man's hands explored over the younger male's body. Lips crossed one another depleting a need to think.

Is he... trying to tell me?

Being guided inside, Jet just seemed to smile along the way. Clive could be so confusing at times, however it was the greatest thing to happen to him. He didn't want to think of loosing him. Not now. His body was pushed against the hallways' wall; lips brushing across one another in a needing passion only parting for breathes and continued to play.

Stripping off each other's clothes, they both stammered their way into the bedroom. Between their tugging of one another's clothes and soft laughs and groans mixed, Jet found himself pinned against the bed. Staring up at Clive, he grinned at him letting their lips begin to return their passion with one another, but Clive's mouth was moving on to the pale chest of the boy he had. Gently he nipped at his nipples causing Jet the gasp, each time moving lower for the boy feeling his erection build up.

"Clive!" Jet gasped squirming under the weight of his lover. His legs found their way creeping around Clive's waist, whimpering under his command.

"Don't worry Catherine.... I'll take care of you..." He said pushing away his legs from his waist. Freezing, he just realized the error in what he said. He just called Jet... Catherine. Gazing up to Jet, smiled a bit sheepishly to him. "I mean... Jet." There was no way to realize himself of the mistake of his words, and he could tell by Jet's expression that there wasn't a way either. "J-jet... I didn't mean to...."

That night, Clive said nothing more. He left the room leaving Jet alone after having his way. Inside, Jet no longer knew how he had felt. No longer did he want to feel love. It felt more like a thorn tearing into his side than love. His body hurt, as well for his mind. Tears beginning to slip down his cheeks. Shaking, the boy rolled to his side trembling between his own sobs finding no comfort other than Clive's jacket.

No matter how many times Jet tried, he received only a slight smile before getting the distant look once again to stare at the ceiling. Clive left him there in the cold without anything other than the jacket to leave back memories. Well, it was nice to dream, wasn't it? The world could be harsh at times. Other times, even the smallest joys would remind one of pain. Why not relieve this from me now?

When morning came into the open, there was nothing to think of. Nothing to see, or to believe anymore. Silence was like a heavy stricken object bringing truth. Trudging down the stairs, Jet rain his finger tips along the railing, trying to figure out the night before. Was it that hard to make a choice? He was actually afraid, afraid to find out what Clive's heart really needed. Finding only one answer, that picture didn't revolve around him. It revolved around another. It didn't matter if he was to be alone. He didn't care, he just wanted to be alone once again, no matter what one could say or do.

One by one, everyone made their way down stairs to find Jet sitting alone at the bar side. Clive was the last to find himself down stairs, staring confused at the sulking boy who was across the room. The expression he held, was he in pain? Casually he tried to walk over, however was pulled away by Virginia.

"So, since when did you guys have feelings for each other?" She giggled partially at what she said. To her surprise, those words made Jet wretch: grasping the cup that he had been savoring the drink that was within, the sounds of cracking filled the air. Glass spread across the floor and table, blood dripping down his hand. Once again, Clive stepped towards him getting no response from the angel before him.

"Jet?" He softly whispered a bit confused by the reactions he was receiving from him. Nothing came but silence.

"Do you hear me? Jet?!" He called once again. Slowly he remembered the night before. How? How could he do that to Jet in the first place? Sighing softly, he tried to at least sit at Jet's side to talk to him; however there was still no response. "Listen Jet, I'm really sorry about last night. I messed up. I didn't mean to."

The chair was slid in under the counter top. Jet having his back turned to the group. When finally he felt he belonged somewhere, it was shattered just like the glass. His body covered as usual with the materials that always covered him; however his scarves were pushed up more to hide his expression.

Clive tried to step forward, to say anything to Jet. The end of a gun was placed under his chin in the process followed by a cold glare. "Jet. Listen I..." There wasn't time for talking. Jet had left leaving Clive stand there with the others. Just as he left him last night having gotten what he wanted despite the words he had said.

To turn back now was to accept this pain. It wasn't worth turning back for. Not for the world would he turn back. Tears ran down his face once again. How he trembled, becoming to weak to even think. To Clive, he wasn't even now a dot in the horizon. He was long gone. He couldn't catch him even if he tried.

Virginia blinked looking to Clive, confused on what just happened. "Clive?" She asked. Seeing that he wasn't going to answer, she looked back to Gallows with a small frown upon her lips. "Gallows, you try to find Jet, alright? I'll talk to Clive."

On his knees, Clive remained still. His glasses becoming fogged between his frustration and tears. "He didn't want that..." He whispered half under his breath. "Oh god, Jet... What have I done..."

He didn't want this... How could I have done this to him? D-did he cry? Jet... Did... Did I rape you?

::Author's note.::

Sorry for lack of updates and for the well, pitiful state of this chapter. –Hums and switches back and forth on balls of feet.- Anyhow, as the story states, this is a bit more troublesome chapter than the one before. I hope you enjoy!! Oh, and this chapter was inspired off the song heaven's not enough from Wolf's rain! -Poor Toboe.-