Hey guys. I know this has been a long time coming and we are really sorry for that but life kinda swept us away and for Cale it's going to somewhat of a permanent arrangement. Now we have all the other chapters except for about five, and I can easily carry on without her but for the…err…yaoi scene's I'm going to have to get someone else to do it. If you feel like volunteering for that then please PM me or leave a review. Thanks and enjoy.

P.S; Shout out to BlakeCaptor and all the help they gave us with this Chapter

"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead" his voice was soft – sweet even, if you had the stomach – perfect in the way you could almost see the music swirling around him in a blue-ish purple hue, brushing against the bleakness of the cell as he sang. His back against that grimy wall, clutching at his injures desperately, like an angel trapped in the darkness of humanity. Hell, the boy even seemed to be…glowing a pale blue as he sang his own glow mixing with the purple hue his singing was causing, his eyes shut and head tilted back.

"You know how the time flies; only yesterday was the time of our lives" Jack had never heard such beauty in the form of song before and he couldn't look away. Fascinated as he was, the guard didn't notice his partner glance at him a few times before growling at the back of his throat for staring at the Freak who had been captured at the First Temple. But Jack didn't care; as long as that beautiful voice kept singing nothing mattered. Nothing at all.

"We were born and raised in a summer haze" the guard felt his chest pulse with longing to protect and claim as the broken angle finally opened his stunning eyes, unfortunately gasping mid-song to clutch at his abdomen. The song swindled off into a sickening cough that had Jack's heart in his mouth and his eyes wide with fear for the Angel.

"Stop looking damn it!" the other guard finally snapped and snarled at his friend, reaching out to push the man away from the door before the clowned demon* came back and had them flogged for looking at the prisoner. There was no end to that man's imagination when enraged and frankly, he refused to be a victim because his friend was being an idiot. "Damn it Jack!" he hissed, panic coating his tone as his hand closed around the others shoulder. "Snap out of it"

At that moment Jack gasped as flawless electric blue eyes shot up to meet his simple brown orbs and for just one second it seemed like the angel was begging him to help with just his eyes alone before he was ripped away from the door. Enraged Jack caught the arm of his friend and twisted with inhuman strength. The other man gave a yelp of pain before the feeling of ice slivered down Jack's spine and his grip loosened enough for his partner to slip free before spinning round to spew a few choice curses at his friend.

A bizarre gurgling noise cut off the abuse and had Jack looking up to see his friend's mouth hanging open in surprise and his eyes wide. Curiously he followed the others gaze to meet those stunning electric blue eyes once again.

"Boys…please don't fight, I need you to help me with a little something" The angel was talking to them.

Yukio glared banefully at the steaming mug of coffee that he had been nursing for nearly an hour as if it personally was responsible for his current predicament. He was the only conscious being in the small communal living space that he shared with his five students and one sup-teacher, everyone else having gone to bed hours ago and – unlike Yukio – stayed there. Then again no one else seemed to be plagued by horrifyingly graphic dreams that had them bolting up-right in bed with a gasp on there lips and a…problem in their pants that came with messy sheets.

Yukio's glare intensified, a little bit of a growl escaping him as flashes of his dream – no, night terror was more accurate he decided stubbornly – passed by his minds eye, he bit his tongue, ignoring the flash of heat that shot around his body. A spark of impossibly blue eyes and the sound of a gluttonous moan from a deliciously exposed throat echoed around the young exorcist's head causing him to flush a dark red. Grounding out a tense curse, Yukio let his head crash into the table next to his mug with a resounding clunk that shook the entire table.

Closing his eyes Yukio mentally chastised himself for being so damn weak, that all it took was a few meetings with a drop dead gorgeous criminal and now the asshole was all he could think about. Fuck, he was having dreams about the guy! They'd only met twice and the second time had been when the other – Face was it? – Had been stalking them.

But noooo! His subconscious decided that it didn't care about that, it was more interested about how good the other male would look spread out and desperate and naked in his bed!

Yukio cursed again as images of his torment began to play behind his closed eyes, desperate touches and deprived kisses, needy sounds and restless movements.

It all added up to him looming over the arching form of the one who looked exactly like Rin with a pare of dangerous, lithe legs hooked over his elbows as he rocked forwards with everything he had. To him pressing sharp quick kisses and nips up and down the quivering thighs grasped in his desperate hands with a wicked grin whilst the livid green eyes watched with a glint of something Rin and constant gasps escaping plump kiss swollen lips. To moans being breathed on to him as he moved constantly over the prone body of the man locked exactly five floors down with nails dragging down the contours of his flexing back as if to ground the other to something as he was worked higher.

The exorcist shivered as a forbidden heat pooled in his stomach, almost drowning out the sickening feeling that spiked every time his mind pointed out something that Rin used to do and that only made the heat expand. It was like the idea of Rin being the one to scream his name as he came undone was the hottest yet the sickest thing his logical mind could think of.

'This is pointless, its not as if Rin's around for me to even feel guilty about it. He's dead why would anyone care if I suddenly have inappropriate feelings for him' Yukio attempted to reason and he folded his arms under his head, miserably staring at the microwave opposite him.

The more cynical and nasty part of his brain scoffed 'It's a problem if you want to bend over someone who looks exactly like him and screw him senseless' it hissed 'Then there's the tiny fact that he's a criminal'

Yukio groaned again.

"You know, I'm beginning to think your doing something under that table Sensei" Yukio raised his head high enough to glare at the smirking teen in the doorway before letting his head drop back to the surface.

"Not everyone is as perverted as you Shima," he grumbled, half-heartedly listening as the pink haired ex-wire strolled into the kitchen laughing lightly, dragging his chair across the cobbled floor with a little more excessive force than necessary, telling Yukio that whilst Shima was laughing something was weighing the other boy down. Yukio lifted his head slightly to peer at his friend from the cocoon of his arms.

"What was I suppose to think if you have one hand under the table and groaning whilst the back of your neck seems to be trying to match my hair?" the other enquired with a wicked grin that seemed forced to Yukio's trained eye. Yukio arched an eyebrow, but said nothing, waiting. Shima seemed – for about five minuets – completely content with staring back, his light brown eyes locked on Yukio's dark sea foam blue without hesitation.

'…3…2…1…'

"Bon and Inzume are at it again" Shima crumpled and Yukio grinned into his arm, 'Just like clock work' he thought before Shima's statement sunk in. Yukio blinked.

"I thought they weren't talking?"

"They're not, its more…grunting and gro-" Shima cut off with an indignified squawk as Yukio's teaspoon collided with his forehead. "Hey! What was that for?!" he demanded, trying not to smirk as he no doubt spotted the pale flush of pink slowly spreading across Yukio's cheeks. Shima was not helping the throbbing weight between his legs and the last thing Yukio needed was mental images of angry sex that made you shudder.

"Huh…" Yukio's eyes snapped back to Shima as the other let out a surprised huff of air. The pink haired boy was smirking slightly and was regarding his teacher with a look that seemed like a mix of amusement, surprise and something Yukio couldn't quite out his finger on. "Dude…are you…?" Shima bit his lip here and seemed to struggle on how to word his question.

Yukio waited with an arched eyebrow and his arms folded across his chest in what was beginning to fell like a defensive move. Sea foam blue eyes zeroed in on the other boys pearly white teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip. A flare of heat abruptly shot up through Yukio spine and then his mind was a million miles away, imagining someone else in front of him.

Face whined as he was backed up against the wall, his breath shuddering as he tried desperately to keep from moaning and gasping too loudly without much success. The low lighting caught on the boy's eyelashes and the hollows of his cheeks, making him look like some sort of wild animal caught in a corner. His pale blue button up shirt undone and hanging tantalizing off his milky white shoulder, dark red crescent's marring his flesh in the exact shape of Yukio's mouth.

There was a particularly large, dark mark at the base of the boy's throat. His dark stone washed skinnies were missing, abandoned somewhere near the door of the tiny cupboard they'd stumbled in and his boxers were down by his ankles. Yukio smirked at the sight of the other – arguably more powerful – boy reaching out for him, a hungry look on his face and a lustful look in his eyes as he arched into Yukio's hand which was gripping him.

"Nghn…Yuke…nnnhn!" Face whined before biting his lip harshly, his acid green eyes screwed up and Yukio's mind was blown as he watched the abuse of the other boys lip. Heat pulsed through him and before he knew it Yukio had one of Faces legs hooked over his elbow, his own pants and underwear pushed down far enough for his need to be free and nudging at the stranger's entrance. Face gasped as he felt the presser on his asshole and his eyes flew open to meet Yukio's who froze in surprise as he met electric blue instead of acid green.

"…Rin?"

Shima's loud and sudden inhale pulled Yukio back into the present and away from the disturbing twist his thoughts had just taken. Instead he watched as Shima lent forward conspiringly, his eyes shifting from left to right rapidly. 'Like anyone is dumb enough to be awake right now' Yukio thought to himself, indulgingly tilting his head down to show he was listening to his crazy friend. The others eyes lit up with mischief and hope. 'Oh god what is he planning?'

"Sensei…are you sexually frustrated by that guy from Tokyo as well?"

It happened very quickly and completely without warming. One moment Yukio's heart, lungs and brain were working completely fine, the next it felt like his heart had decided that it was all too much effort to keeping beating in a rhythm and decided to stop, his lungs that air was over rated and no longer needed. And his brain? Oooh his brain decided it would be a brilliant idea to disconnect and let his mouth say whatever the hell it wanted to.

"WHAT?! Why on earth would you think that?! I mean sure the guy has an ass to die for and then there's that smirk that you just want to kiss off him and-urrrg" Yukio's little rant died off with a mournful gurgling sound as his eyes focused from the white wash wall that seemed to have bled into Yukio's vision to see the pleased yet somehow also panicked smirk of his friend. "I hate you, you know that?"

Shima laughed "No you don't. You'd miss me too much if I wasn't around" Yukio groaned and let his head fall onto the table "Hehehe, so that's why you were groaning earlier" Shima muttered, a grin in his voice.

"Shut up" was Yukio witty comeback.

Shima laughed again.

"Glad its not just me that thinks he's a hot piece of ass" Yukio's head shot up sharply to fix the other boy with a leveled look, his mind racing. Surly he'd miss heard, after all, Shima may have been sex-manic but he was strictly into girls. He told them himself that the idea of guys in a sexual way freaked him the hell out.

"You think he's hot?" Yukio asked, wincing at how his voice broke embarrassingly. Thankfully Shima didn't say anything, most likely too busy smiling happily like a patient in a psych ward. Yukio shook his head and fought not to smile at the sudden image in his head of Shima running down the halls in a paper gown whilst screaming about a demon needing exorcising.

"Yep" Shima chimed, almost proudly. Yukio frowned and cocked his head to the side. Confused.

"I thought you were straight? As in 'The mere idea of sleeping with another guy makes me feel sick' kinda straight" Shima shrugged and his smile dimmed around the edges as he dropped his eyes to the table top, a pink under tone spreading across his cheeks. Yukio blinked, suddenly feeling like an ass.

"I thought I was straight too but…I guess your brother changed that" Never mind.

"What?"

His voice must have been harsher that he meant as Shima winced before peeking up at Yukio though his lashes with an almost guilty expression on his face. 'I'll feel bad for snapping later' Yukio promised, right now he was far too busy fighting down an anger so hot with furry that it terrified the young exorcist. How on earth had Rin turned someone he'd never even met gay? His day dream from a few minuets ago flashed before his eyes and the anger turned to rage at the idea of someone else seeing his brother like that. It took a few deep breaths to stop from punching Shima where he sat, it was also enough to notice that the pink haired boy was talking, rather fast.

"…no idea that it would open, and I just kinda stumbled in" He was rambling and Yukio was content to let him try talk his way out of it "He was kneeling before this shrine kinda-thing and he was talking to it and he said something like 'I am worried about your brother my child. Yukio has been showing signs of blar, blar' so I figured that he the shrine was to your brother who you told us was dead but then I caught sight of a picture of the guy before your dad blew up in anger and kicked me out" Yukio arched an eyebrow at that as his anger faded slightly. Father had a shrine to Rin? Where the hell had he been hiding that all these years?

"Anyway, I thought when you said you were twins that you both look similar but then I saw him – I think it was a picture of the two of you together out side some beach – and damn he was like…like some sort of…I don't know, angel" Yukio's scow lost some of it edge as he silently agreed with the other.

"So…you found my dad's Shrine to my dead brother, most likely invading in a private moment and the thing you take away from that was; my brother is hot" the last word was growled. Shima winced once again before jumping to his own defense.

"I didn't do it on purpose! It wasn't until afterwards when I was thinking about how I've lost interest in Shemi that it hit" Shima's voice broke slightly on the last word. "I'm sorry okay!"

Yukio regarded the other male quietly, guilt thawing at the indignation. Sighing he lent back in his chair, arms folding across his chest and eyes locked onto the table.

"…Don't be" Yukio muttered, unsure whether or not the other could hear him. "I guess you could say I've been on edge ever since that Face guy showed up, I mean he looks so much like Rin…yet they're completely different. Rin might have been punch-first-ask questions later but he'd protect anyone weaker than himself in a heartbeat. With Face it feels like, he…has to debate whether or not its worth risking his neck or time" Yukio explained with difficulty. "Rin was also never that…ruthless in his fights. Face doesn't seem to care either or not I died when we were cornered by those monks, I think he was just saving his own neck…I don't know anymore Shima" Yukio looked up at his friend and saw the him staring back sympatric.

"I think I-" Yukio never got the chance to finish his sentence as he was interrupted by laughter. Both Yukio and Shima startled, heads swiveling round to face the large double door the lead out of the kitchen. Yukio felt his heart splutter to a stop in his chest as he took in the inhuman being leaning against the doorframe.

'Oh god'

Rin had been pleasantly minding his own business plotting death and mayhem for that damn fucking clown when his cell door swung open like it had randomly decided that being closed was far to main steam and that life would be more entertaining if it was open. Ever the pessimist the young Halfling crossed his legs and eyed the doorway with a wary expression, half expecting Mephisto to jump through with a flamethrower, claiming he was trying to escape.

After about five minuets Rin decided it was safe to at least climb to his feet and paddle forwards on bare feet to stick his head out of the door. He instantly wished he hadn't. There were human…bodies wasn't quite the right word…maybe remains…scattered about the long corridor. Blood was everywhere along with other forms of fluid. Then there was the smell. Normally rotting flesh didn't bother Rin however after two days of torture the poor boy wasn't feeling al that entire well. The smell caught his gag reflex and pulled, hard. It took everything he had not to empty what little he still had in his stomach.

'Well I can't stay here with an unlocked cell door and two bodies outside, that would just be asking for trouble' Rin thought to himself as he took a tentative step out the door, his feet steps splashing in the puddle of red.

"I soooo need a holiday after this"

* = Everyone knows Mephisto is a demon in this

I know this is more kinda Yukio and very little Rin but there is a reason for that. Also the first bit isn't meant to make sense. By the way Yukio/Rin won the poll so this fic is staying Y/R, although we are keeping the idea of making Yuko jealous of Shima and Rin; Thoughts?

Anywho…see you next time

- Jace and an absent Cale