A/N: Normally when I put a 'complete' on a story, I don't go back to it and add more, but a few people asked for a continuance of this one and I felt that this went along with the story well. So here goes…

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Calli laid in the bed that the Boys had destroyed teaching her that they could fuck her senseless for hours on end. Her body was tingly and sensitive to the touch. Every time the Boys touched her, she let out a little cry and shiver, something that they took advantage of.

"Knock it off," she ordered after the thirteenth time of being touched.

"Hey," Paul complained, propping himself up on his elbow and smoking a joint. "She's not supposed to still be cranky."

"Yeah, we were supposed to have banged the cranky out of her," Marko agreed, sitting at the foot of the bed, looking adorable.

Calli could care less about adorable at the moment. She wanted up and out of that place. Away from the Boys that were probably never hers to begin with. Just another lie in her life.

"Calli, stop," Dwayne whispered, stretched out next to her.

Calli's eyes were caught by his and she saw the adoration in his eyes. The gentle love that he had and the deeper love that he held for her. The dark haired Lost Boy reached out and gently grazed his fingers against her cheek, her bottom lip, grounding her with the reality that he, at least, hadn't been with anyone other than her.

"Dwayne," Calli whispered, feeling unexpected tears come to her eyes and she rolled onto her side, facing him.

Dwayne pulled her to him and held her close, stroking her skin gently, soothingly. Calli kissed him softly through her tears and despite the other Boys being in the room, she found herself having another healing round of sex with the gentlest and wisest of Lost Boys.

David cleared his throat when Calli's breath eased and Dwayne pulled away from her, "Have fun, Calli?"

Calli reached over and smacked him across the face, shocking everyone in the room. David let out a little growl and glared at her, icy blue eyes flashing.

"That is for having whores in your bed," Calli snapped, glaring at his nose since she never could look him in the eye for long. "And wherever the hell else you like to fuck around with them. I am still pissed at you, no matter how much you fuck me. No matter how much all of you fuck me at once. It doesn't change the fact that you Boys sans Dwayne have whores in your lives that you fuck as well as me."

Calli motioned for Dwayne to scoot out of the way and she climbed out of the bed, gathering clothes and not caring if they were actually hers or not as she slipped them on. She just wanted some clothing on to hide her nakedness from the Boys and their hungry, staring eyes.

"Y'all are a bunch of liars when you told me that you loved only me…because you've gone and found yourself a bunch of other girls that get the same flirtations that you give me, right?"

None of the Boys denied it. Marko even looked down in shame for a few moments. David rose to his feet and started to approach her, but Calli put her hand out and took a step back.

"David, don't," she ordered. "You've hurt me enough as it is. I wanted to believe that you were going to love me for the rest of Time and that we were going to run the nights together as one big happy polyamorous family. But…I can see that you don't really want that. You want something that doesn't involve me and a stable girlfriend…"

David stared at her hard, "What are you planning to do then?"

Calli shook her head. "I don't know. I need space. I need to be away from the problem…"

"And that is?" Paul asked, blowing out a stream of smoke.

"Us," Dwayne said, looking at Calli with sadness and understanding in his eyes.

Calli sighed. "Yes. Dwayne, you can be the go between, if you think that you can handle the stress of it. I don't want to make things uncomfortable between you and the Boys. But…" She shrugged and ran her fingers through her tousled hair. "I'll be going soon. Dwayne, will you drive me home?"

David took a step towards her, "And what if we don't agree to give you space?"

Calli lifted her chin. "Then you might as well consider me gone. I'll leave when you can't get me and go somewhere you'll never follow. I'll go somewhere and never come back,, no matter how much it kills me. No matter how badly I want you in my life."

She turned and headed out of the room without another word. Dwayne followed after her and took her out of the cave. Calli was silent on the ride home and held onto him tightly.

When Dwayne pulled up in front of her house, he climbed off his motorcycle and turned to look at her. Calli had tears in her eyes again as she looked up at him and she was worrying her bottom lip.

"You think I did the right thing, right?" she whispered, releasing her abused lip.

Dwayne shrugged. "It's not my place to judge. I just know how I feel about you and I can tell how the others feel about you in the barest sensations." He touched her cheek, cupping it in one large tanned hand. "I know that I love you and that they love you and that we're all hurting right now."

Calli leaned into him and grazed her lips against his. "I just want to feel something right now. With you, Dwayne. Please. Distract me from how bad my breaking heart hurts."

Dwayne scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the house, the early morning filling with her moans and cries as he did as he was instructed…

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A/N: There ya go. If I get anymore ideas for this story, it might increase in length in chapters. Have a goodnight. -Scarlet