AN: okay, so here's the second chapter of TATW. It's the first time I've ever written a sex scene before so don't judge too harshly :P. Also it would be great to hear from anyone who is reading this. What do you think? What should I be doing to improve? Reviews would be awesomes :3 thanks.

Chapter 2
Learning To Howl

In another dark room, in the opposite end of town, Taichi Yagami sat in front of the bright glare of his computer screen. He'd been there ever since he returned home from Matt's that evening. He had no reason to be online other than having a lack of anything else to spend his time on. He yawned loudly then stood up and stretched his arms out behind him in an attempt to release himself from the cramps that had set in from sitting still for so long. From his now standing postion, Tai managed to find the energy to glance to his bed-side table and read out the numbers on his alarm clock. As he turned his head, however, a stiffness in his neck made its presence known to him.

Groaning he sat back down on the warm computer chair and resumed his IM conversation with Koushiro, the only other person who appeared to still be awake at two in the morning. Koushiro, "Izzy", Izumi was Tai's most intelligent friend despite being one of the youngest in the group and could always be relied upon to give good advice. Currently, however, the boy's textual stream of good advice had ceased flowing, leaving Tai to conclude that his red-haired adviser had, like several occasions before, fallen asleep at his desk. Tai chuckled to himself as he rolled his chair away from the screen and stretched his arms out again.

In the silence of the situation, his mind meandered to Matt. It was always at the lonesome moments like this that he thought of the moody, blond boy of his dreams. It was no secret to himself that he was in love with his best friend – unfortunately, however, it was a secret to Matt who was so focused on trying to become the worlds next biggest rock star that he was oblivious to everything else. Izzy had told him time and time again that he ought to just tell Matt everything but what would that do? Ruin the friendship they'd worked so hard to build? No, Tai couldn't tell Matt. Especially not whilst the rocker was so preoccupied with his music career – he didn't need any more stress or pressure in his life.

Tai tasted the familiar flavour of disappointment as his heart sank. It was never going to happen between him and Matt. It was just a fact of life: just as it was fact that it was dark at night and light during the day – and Tai could accept that.

Yawning, the boy decided it was time to give up for the night and, through fatigue, opted to simply press the 'off button' of the computer – an act which would, no doubt, have given Izzy a fit – and fall into bed. Within seconds he was snoring.

As Tai entered the world of dreams, reality hit Matt like a professional boxer: he'd just lost his virginity. Of course, he hadn't expected it to be with someone so much older; he hadn't expected it to be with someone so...male. He lay, naked, in the arms of Nagato, on the grubby mattress in the middle of the otherwise empty room. The older man was also naked, his softening appendage still inside the blonde. He was asleep and breathing heavily on Matt's shoulder, causing him to shiver.

The boy felt dirty and used. He was also worried that the bastard would forget to follow through with his end of the bargain. That would be bad...that would mean he'd had sex with the creep for nothing. He swallowed hard as he thought about his band. He'd done this for them and he'd gladly do a lot worse to make their career a success. He bit his lip as he thought back to the act itself. He thought back to Nagato's large figure forcing him, face-down, onto the mattress; the pain as the man forced his penis into him; the pleasure as he ejaculated, with his most explosive orgasm, onto the filthy sheets; the disgust as he felt the warm liquid fill his insides.

He shivered again. This time with regret as the small movement stirred the sleeping man as Matt felt the inactive member inside him beginning to swell again. A small moan from behind him told him that Nagato was awake. The man slowly thrust into him once as he awoke earning a pained groan from the blonde boy. Nagato licked Matt's shoulder and within moments he was pounding the boy into the mattress again. Matt bit his lip and put up no resistance as his ass was abused for the second time that night. It'll be worth it, he kept telling himself, he's going to sign us in the morning.

Although it hurt, once again he felt his own penis stir and within seconds he, too, was fully erect. With each thrust from behind, his arousal brushed against the mattress beneath him. He felt the orgasm building up. He was close. He was about to climax when Nagato stopped thrusting and Matt felt the familiar clingy liquid shoot into him again. This time, Nagato pulled out, turned away and went to sleep. Matt turned onto his back. His erection was gone and he felt disgusted once more.

"You help me," Nagato had said as he'd pushed the boy down onto the mattress. "And I'll teach you how to howl like a real rock star."

Matt cringed and forced his eyes shut. He did not want to think about Nagato. He set his mind on the thousands of cheering fans The Teenage Wolves would have in a year's time. He thought of the multi-platinum albums and music awards. His dream was worth more than anything. Even a thousand nights of Nagato would not change his mind. With that thought, he fell into a restless sleep.

When Matt awoke in the dark room, he was disoriented. It took a couple of seconds to remember where he was and how he got there. When he did, however, he wasted no time in gathering his clothes and hurriedly dressing. When he stepped into the main office area, he was greeted by a half dressed Nagato carrying a clipboard, thick rimmed glasses sitting casually half-way down his nose.

"Good morning," the record producer grinned maliciously. When Matt didn't reply he continued to talk. "I've decided to give your band a test run." Matt's eyes widened and he let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. "Get your guys together and be at this address," he handed the boy a bright blue business card, "tomorrow morning: 10am sharp." Matt looked down at the small piece of card in his hand. It had a long, black, spiralling treble-clef on the left and the address of a recording studio written out like sheet-music beside it. "Don't let me down, kid."

Matt's heart was racing. He'd done it. He suddenly didn't feel so dirty about what he'd gone through with the result of his sacrifice in his hand. He'd heard loads of stories about people getting their big break this way and it worked out for them. He grinned sheepishly to himself before reluctantly bowing slightly in thanks to the man who's status had just gone from an opportunistic sleeze to a personal saviour in Matt's eyes.

"Thanks," he said, "I won't."

He jumped on the spot in victory before running to the door. He glanced back upon reaching it to see Nagato's smirking face before he departed, hand immediately locating his cell-phone – he had to tell the guys about his success.

Takeru groaned as he looked at the clock for the tenth time: Matt was an hour late. His older brother had promised he'd be there. Takeru was no longer a child but he still looked up to Matt a great deal. He may not have been a child but he was certainly far from being an adult: he was in that awkward stage of puberty where the whole world was out to get him; where he was waking up an inch taller every other week. He was at that stage where if someone let him down, he wouldn't forget it; he wouldn't let it go. A promise was a promise and god-be-damned it should be kept.

With another glance to the clock, he gave up hope seeing Matt any time soon, sighed and left for the mall, on his own, cursing the entire way to the bus stop where he ran into Taichi who also seemed to be running late. Takeru looked up at the brunette boy as he reached the bus shelter.

"You're late?" Takeru questioned. Wondering if there was any point in even going to the mall now – the others would probably have given up waiting already.

"This," Tai replied, "coming from you?" He laughed heartily. "No Matt?" The older boy regretted asking the question as soon as he'd said it. Takeru gave him the coldest of his "don't ask" looks. Tai leaned back against the shelter wall, looking slightly disheartened but appeared to still be in a good mood. Takeru sighed and followed Tai's example and fell against the bus shelter and waited, in silence, for the bus to arrive.