Okay, so I haven't written anything on this story for two years. Which I guess fits a time-jump quite nicely doesn't it? (Sorry, I freaking hate time-jumps but hopefully this one works as well as I think it does).

Chapter 3
The Teen Wolves

In 2003, Japan's youth was taken by storm by the Synthetic-American-Rock group "The Teen Wolves". Local gigs became a regular occurrence but what saw the band's fame sky-rocket to all corners of the country was the release of the band's now most recognised record "Learning to Howl". Tonight we have a special, never before seen interview with the band's founder and lead singer, Yamato Ishisda.

"Hello, Yamato, my name is Aya Rangiku and I'm reporting from T-"

"Save the labels, the fans are here for me, babe"

Takeru looked at his brother on the television set with his heavy eyes smudged with kohl and didn't recognise him. His hair was black now with a single jet of blonde running up the middle, his gaze piercing and empty at the same time, his words narcissistic and without virtue. He grinned his signature "fan-girl" smile, as he called it, and winked smugly at the camera. Two years had passed since Yamato and his band had been signed and two years had destroyed the boy he'd once called brother.

"So can you tell us about your plans for the future?"

"What's that supposed to mean, the Wolves are all about now."

Takeru gagged at the response as he saw the interviewer clearly had no interest in his attitude and was slowly losing patience with his responses. Takeru had been excited when his brother's band had taken off – as had all their friends – but success had changed him. The changes had come slowly but they were well noticed if nothing else: at first it was only the small things like missing lunch or a trip to the mall with friends; then it progressed to not responding to phone calls or e-mails and finally he became the unbearable, self-obsessive rock-star who wasn't interested in the little people anymore.

"Well, aren't you turning twenty this month?"

"Yeah? AND?"

"Can you still be a TEEN wolf and not a teenager?"

"This interview is bullshit, think you should get a real job, and maybe a boob job- not quite the spring chicken you used to be, eh?"

Takeru switched it off as the interview flung her mic down and stormed off screen and Yamato began his rockstar routine. He didn't like his brother any more, no, he despised his older brother now. Even the brief amount of time he'd been on the television had been enough to put Takeru in a foul mood. He thought about what the interviewer had said though, Matt was getting older and he no real plans - and on top of it all, The Teen Wolves were going down the toilet as far as he was concerned. Nobody talked about them anymore – the special he'd just watched said about as much, it had "Where are they now" written all over it. Not that he even really cared; his brother deserved a good wakeup call and if that meant losing everything, so be it.

"Oh hey, you switched it off already?" Tai asked leaping over the couch upon his return from the bathroom and kissing Takeru on the lips and pulling him into a warm embrace. "He rile you up that much, eh?"

"You don't know the half of it," he sighed, resting his head on Tai's broad chest. "Can we go somewhere?"

"Sure," Tai smiled, kissing his boyfriend once more and taking his hand they made their way out. When they reached the front door, they were shocked to see none other than the teen wolf himself, sunglasses on despite it being overcast and in a full body of leather and chains with that smarmy grin on his face. "Yamato?"

"Well would you look at that," Yamato grinned as he sauntered past without an invite and strutted around the apartment. "Little bro's all grown up and found himself a wifey...or is little bro the wifey?" He pushed the sunglasses down his nose to make eye contact and raised an eyebrow before bursting into a fit of laughter as Takeru dropped Tai's hand.

"What are you doing here?" Takeru demanded.

"Chill, I need a place to crash for a few nights," Yamato shrugged as if it were nothing.

"Dontcha got a hotel room to trash or somethin'?" Takeru responded through his rage. "You can't stay here, mom's out and doesn't want visitors."

"I'm not a visitor, I'm family," he sneered. "And what's mom saying about Mancandy there you've got hangin about your crotch?"

Takeru flushed pink as Yamato pushed all of his buttons, knowing just what to say to aggravate him. He'd had enough, he meant to lunge at his brother but Tai held him back by the shoulders and pulled him close to his body, his arms drooping across his chest as he held the smaller boy flush against him, calming him down. Yamato made a fake gagging sound and flipped on the TV to find the Teen Wolves special on and immediately changed the channel with his eyes shut.

"Well that's a first," Tai piped up. "Don't you usually jump at the chance to give a running commentary of your appearances?"

"It's a pity thing," Yamato responded, "I don't want my good friend and my little brother to think I'm not humble, so I switched it over so we can feel like equals." Tai could practically feel the blonde boy's temperature rise in his arms at the comment and had to struggle to restrain him from Yamato who was making himself comfy on the sofa, planting his boots firmly on the coffee table.

"Well," Tai started quickly, "your 'equals' are heading out for a while. Try not to make a mess."

And with that said he about turned and marched Takeru out the door by the shoulders, massaging them as they went to lighten the mood and make up for not kicking Yamato out. "You know he's just going to cause trouble, don't you?"

"Yes, dear," Tai agreed as he linked his arm through Takeru's and dragged him away before he got the urge to turn back.

In the apartment, Yamato ran his fingers through his dyed hair and they were red when he looked at them. In a panic, he ran to the sink and scrubbed them furiously with bleach knowing that its sting would have the desired effect. When his hands were white again, he thoughtlessly pulled a recently built spliff from his jacket pocket and sparked it up in the kitchen, taking the drug deep into his body with every inhalation. He let it hang from his mouth while he frantically raided the house looking for something he had no luck in finding.

"Damn it!" he yelled, thumping his fist hard on the kitchen counter. "It must be at dad's. Does he even live there now?"

He turned back to the living room and fell onto the couch in a heap. He lit a cigarette and stared at the wall for a good 10 minutes while he smoked – occasionally flicking ash onto the carpet. After his cigarette was finished, he walked to the window and pinged it outside. He then turned back to where he'd been sitting, wet his finger and smudged the ash into the carpet to try and conceal the mess.

How had he gotten himself into this situation? It had all started so well intentioned then all the booze and drugs and sex got to his head; he got carried away that was all. And that creep Nagato, he had it coming, didn't he? It was that fat bastard that got him into this mess wasn't it? If it hadn't been for him he'd never have done any of this now would he? He'd be up to his eyes in friends and without all the pressure or sleaze. No, he was Yamato fucking Ishida, the bitchinest bad-ass-mother-fucker in Japan...

He started sweating and itching so he pulled out the hipflask from the inside of his coat and took three large swigs before screwing the cap back on. He had to get out of there. He grabbed whatever loose cash he could find and bolted, leaving the front door open to intrusion, he would try searching his father's pad and then call up a favour for a room – it wasn't like he could afford to pay for one anymore after his band mates kicked him to the curb and replaced him with that younger, hotter, guy, Ross. He was from England. What a fag, thought Yamato as he sparked another cigarette and realised that he was running low and would have to steal some from somewhere.

At the apartment he had once called home, there was silence on the other side of the door when he knocked, he was desperate and a rockstar so he did the first thing that came to mind and kicked the door. He left an ugly dent in the wood where his boot had connected with it but the door itself didn't budge so he kicked it again, leaving an identical dent with no luck, again. So dad's was a no-go and he'd have to come back later. He was vaguely aware of his cell phone ringing in his pants so he quickly answered it in a hushed tone.

"Yama – speak."

"You're late, Wolf-boy," the other voice grunted angrily. "You know what happens to people who don't pay up when it's due."

"Shinji, my man," Yamato whimpered, "you know I'm good for it, I never let you down before."

"Yeah you never," he replied gruffer than before, "otherwise you wouldn't still be breathin' and it's Takahashi-san, don't ever call me Shinji. Friday. 2Gs or I'll take that pretty guitar of yours and you'll be singin' in the choir again when I'm done with it."

"Yessir," Yamato replied but the line was dead. He folded the screen down on his phone and ducked down to the road and threw up his lunch. "Where the fuck am I going to get two grand in 4 days?" He thought about family, there was no way any of them had that amount of money at hand and even if they had, they definitely wouldn't hand it over without asking questions he wasn't prepared to answer. His only friends in the last two years had been his band mates and Nagato and there was no chance in hell he was getting help from any of them. This was his mess that he'd gotten himself into.

Suddenly he thought of his little brother and all his old friends. They were all good hearted suckers weren't they? They'd all give they're right arms to help him out, even if he had been a dick to them, ten years of friendship made up for two years of dickery didn't it? It practically justified itself, didn't it? He just needed an excuse for the money now. He sat down on the curb and emptied his hipflask down his gullet and struck up a plan in his head and the idea hit him like rain from the heavens.

In Tai's bedroom, he and Takeru lay naked beneath the sheets, Takeru's blonde head resting on Tai's toned chest, he was drawing circles with his finger on the older boy's belly, making him giggle.

"Stop that," he laughed, "it tickles." Takeru smiled wickedly and straddled the older boy and attacked his ribs and causing him to jolt around the bed in painless agony, laughing and crying. He had to seize the blonde's wrists in order to make him relent in his torture. "Whoah, easy, I'm too old for all this fun," he mocked their age gap as he flipped them over and now lay between his lover's legs, their chests mashing pleasantly as he kissed his lips, gently parting them with his tongue and stimulating their arousals with a wiggle of his hips. "You looking for a round two?"

"Are you even asking?" Takeru replied, lifting his legs and grabbing Tai's ass and forcing a thrust from his boyfriend. He was still prepared from the first time so Tai slipped inside him nice and easy, burying his entire length right to the base. Takeru gasped at the fullness, "fuck me, Tai."

Tai was happy to comply. He started slamming into the boy immediately with no build up, his balls swinging and slapping heavily against Takeru's perfectly round buttocks. He quickly pulled out and ordered the boy to turn around onto his hands and knees which he did hastily, kicking Tai in the process ("sorry."; "It's fine, I'm putting it in now."). He held his penis at the base as he pushed it into Takeru's tight but well lubricated entrance and filled it all the way in as before. He grabbed his boyfriend's soft cheeks as he started pumping into him again. He thrust so hard that Takeru actually fell onto his belly, Tai remained buried as far into him as he could at this point and laid out flush on the pale boy's back, thrusting into him all the while.

"I'm real close," Tai stammered as he neared orgasm, fucking Takeru harder than he'd ever done before.

"Do it inside me," Takeru whimpered, Tai's weight crushed him a little but he got off on it and felt the familiar warmth wash over him as he released his load over the bed sheets under him in several silky squirts. His whole body clenched through the orgasm and Tai found himself going overboard with ecstasy and unloaded six powerful cumshots into Takeru's body. He lay there, sheathed to the hilt for a few moments before easing out, eliciting a gasp from his lover who felt empty and unconnected now.

"Thanks," Tai said, kissing his forehead and rest his bushy mane of brown hair on his pale chest.

TK felt the clingy fluid dribbling out of his body and remembered why he sometimes regretted letting Tai come inside him, the aftermath wasn't as hot as the main event...Hoever, he never regretted the emotional feeling he got from the unattractive physical outcome. He always felt closer to Tai when they had sex, connecting their bodies physically created an emotional bridge between them that he'd never give up for anything.

"I love you, Tai," he said to the room as Tai had fallen asleep already.

So I'm really getting into writing sex scenes... What does everyone think? Let me know if it sucked.