Author's Note: Yay, Nicole likes reviews. Glad you're enjoying this! John is, in my opinion, a bit too angry in this chapter, so don't say I didn't warn you.
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John stood still in the doorway, breathing heavily. Through his anger, he had a strong urge to push Chas up against the counter, kiss him hard and have his way with the boy. This must be the effect of kissing Chas once.
"Let me explain, John..." Chas begged quietly, his soft eyes showing his fear.
"I could kill you, Chas!" John roared.
Chas apparently resisted the urge to point out that he was already dead, and took an automatic step backwards as John strode forward.
"Now, John-" Chas began, arms raised defensively, but John grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him clean off the ground, so their faces were level.
Looking away from the boy's lips, John glared. "Now, you'd better fucking explain."
Chas closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, John. I drugged you. I needed to get the truth out of you."
"You drugged me," John repeated coldly.
"I had to, John."
"Well, did you get the information you wanted out of me?" John asked, dreading the answer, in case it had anything to do with the kiss.
"No, I didn't, you blacked out, John." Chas went a little pink as he spoke, and John knew he was deliberately missing the kiss out of his reply.
John snorted. He let Chas fall to the floor, so angry he didn't even care that Chas could be hurt, and stormed back to his room.