A/N: Well, hello. Here's my next update. It's my birthday ontomorrow so I'm feeling pretty high today. Shadowcat: What can I say? I love cliffhangers even if they're evil sometimes. grEMLin eVil: I'm happy for Rei too. Obsession, huh? Well, hope you like this chapter. Carmen: Rei, hormonal? I like it. Thanks for the chocolate. I love chocolate

Chapter Sixteen

Rei pulled back instantly having realised just what he'd done. He'd crossed on to forbidden territory and he was about to pay for it. Kai would not take to kindly to his actions. Rei turned his back and cringed.

"I'm so sorry, Kai," He managed to say. "I…I…don't know what came over me,"

He couldn't bear to see the look on Kai's face. Little did he know that the normal steel composure that had followed him across his rigid lips had now turned into that of a cunning and arrogant smirk. Kai had nailed him and he was pleased. He just wished that it had happened earlier. Stanheld was suffocating.

Kai sighed, enough for Rei to hear it. He stepped forward, playing out the rest of his plan and placed a hand on Rei's shoulder, turning him around so they were facing. Rei's cheeks were bright red, his eyes singed with terror. His lips were quivering as if trying to murmur another apology, but before Rei could even murmur a sound even, Kai had pulled Rei towards him and planted a return kiss on the chinaman's lips.

It seemed to go on forever, Kai drawing it out to make it appear as passionate and eventful as ever. Rei's had been quick and rushed. Kai would make his mark on Rei so he'd remain his – at least until Rei's use was up.

Once they had pulled back, Rei stared up at settled garnets, trying to make sense of what had happened. His own eyes crystallized with an overcast of disbelief.

"You should have told me sooner," Kai said, tone as low and intimate as he could make it.

"But…but I thought that you were…"

Rei was silenced by the light touch of Kai's finger to his lips.

"You don't have to worry anymore," Kai whispered.

Rei's eyes gleamed. His mind was at ease now. All was clear.

-

Tyson huffed. Life sucked. He felt rundown. He hadn't ran a comb through his hair in what felt like weeks, hiding it all under his baseball cap and hadn't shaved until recently when Kevin had implied he looked equivalent to Old Man Benedict; the oldest working officer in this precinct. But even still, he felt like crap. Days seemed to drone on and on and though he kept up appearances, sometimes, he just wished that he could curl up in a corner by himself and shut everything out.

He had never really recovered from his and Max's argument, even though it had been he who had been shouting the most. Sharing a dorm with the blond was also, awkward as he couldn't even approach him without being dismissed – well, maybe it was he who dismissed Max. He guessed he was just too proud for his own good and though he wanted to rekindle things like Kenny had been so kind as to drum into him, his pride was holding him back.

After all, it had been Max who'd started on him. It had been Max who's ruined everything. It had all been going great. He had been about to have a game with the guys to win himself some snacks for the week and then Max had intervened. It had been shocking to see his ex act so forthright. It had even been kinda sexy for the first few seconds until Tyson had realised he was being serious. Then things had blown out of hand and Tyson had ended it.

What a fool he had been.

"Tyson?" An almost timid voice spoke through the door, knocking lightly.

It was unrecognisable because of the noise outside.

"What!" Tyson snapped at the door.

He was laid on top of Kai's bunk. He hadn't moved from there all morning, pretending to Miss Hillary that he had been sick. Max had given him a look during the charade.

The door open then and closed back again.

"I need to speak with you,"

Tyson sat up instantly.

"What do you want?" He glared. "Haven't you done enough damage?"

"Tyson please, I just…

"No! Get out! You have some nerve coming down here, Oliver," The blunette snapped again.

"Tyson, I know you're upset, but just here me out," The Frenchman asked politely in a bad attempt to calm Tyson down.

"I've heard enough to know what you guys were up to," Tyson snapped again, throwing the covers off of himself and jumping down on the floor to tower over the effeminate one. "You wanted to break me and Max up didn't you…?

Oliver shook his head, fear-striken, stepping backwards as Tyson stepped forwards, fist looking to elevating gradually.

"You told him I wasn't good enough…" The fist began to raise

"No!"

"You told him I didn't care about him," Higher and higher it rose

"It wasn't like that,"

"You said that I didn't…love him," By then, it was at its peak.

"You son of a…" Back against the door, Oliver closed his eyes tight, awaiting the collision, but it never came.

He opened his eyes gradually to see that though Tyson was fuming, his fist shaking in mid-air, his eyes were tear-filled.

He turned away from Oliver then, wiping away the tears with his arm.

"I thought you were my friends," Tyson sniffed. "I guess I was wrong.

"But…

"You've ruined everything. Just leave," Tyson murmured.

The door opened and closed again very quickly this time and Tyson sighed. Atop the dresser was a photo-case with its back turned. Tyson picked it up and turned it over. Only half the picture was inside, the other half ripped out. The picture was now only one of himself alone with a hand snaked around his waist. He knew that hand all too well. He snaked his hand into his pocket then and pulled out the missing piece to the picture. Max smiled brightly up at him, freckled features fair and beautiful. How he missed him.

-

"Just got a load of gems from the threes," Ian whispered to his partner in crime when he'd finally gotten a hold of the other shorty. "I'd say it's been a very prosperous day."

"You're telling me," Kevin smirked, giving Ian a quick glimpse of the greenery.

Ian's eyes sparkled with the money sign.

"I can wait 'til that shipment rolls in," Ian rubbed his hands together in a menacing manner. "We're gonna be rich."

He was a little too excited for his own good now, much like a kid with new roller-skates. The duo was fixed, at least for the next week or so.

"Keep it down though," Kevin warned. "There's still people out there that we people we can't trust".

These days he liked to play the leader, because he was more experienced than the Russian was.

"Are you still worried about Lee?" Ian rolled his eyes.

"No!" Kevin replied, a little too fast for comfort. "He's sorted already and never mind anyway. All you have to worry about is getting the goods in safely under Jurgen's nose"

"And under Lee's for that matter," The Russian couldn't resist pushing it.

Kevin glared at the other. He wondered if he'd been sampling some of the merchandise behind his back. He was either high or hyper.

"Don't worry about it," Ian patted his partner's back. "That Douglas is becoming more desperate by the minute. So much that he's asking for a dozen"

"He's gonna kill himself," Kevin shook his head.

He knew Douglas alright. These days the druggy never paid a visit to the medical ward in fear of getting found out. Cocaine was his only medication now. He was surprised that the goons hadn't identified him and shut him away down the block.

"You're just worried that we'll loose our best customer," Ian added.

"Best? He's got nothing left," Kevin explained. "He's living on rations. It's not like he's got family and friends on the outside. Even his own mother abandoned him. He's been reduced to playing games of luck to get a stash and he always looses. He's got nothing I want."

"Really? Isn't he helping us get the stuff in?" Ian asked.

"I don't trust him, but so far he's all we got," Kevin sighed.

He turned his head down the long winding corridor as he heard footsteps fast approaching. He glanced at a nearby clock.

"I've got someone waiting in the Laundry room, so hand these to him," Kevin whispered, handing Ian a couple of packets. "We'll regroup before lock up"

Ian nodded as he hurried down in the direction of the footsteps towards a familiar green door. Kevin turned in the opposite direction and hurried onto the Wing, unaware of the character who stood down the nearest corner. He'd been waiting there for some time now, listening to everything that had been delved.

"So Kevin, this is what you've been up too," Lee said to himself, a poisonous scowl on his face.

TBC