This is for NicercyPercico/orionastro/Bethan Forever, all who wanted to see the continuation of chapter 6. So here it is and I hope it's to your liking.

Updated: 7/24/2014

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Ethan found his girlfriend asleep on the couch, snoring loudly, her pregnant stomach barely protruding from her usually skinny stomach. He looked at her for a moment, waiting – waiting for guilt, for pain, for something.

But when he looked at her, he only felt disgust and pity.

He sighed and made his way to his room, ignoring the urge he felt to call Benny; just thinking about his life-long friend made his face burn – he could remember all too well what had transpired only mere hours ago.

As he changed out of his clothes, he realized he needed a shower. And then, he would go to bed.

Without her or him.

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The next day Ethan was woken to a slap in the face.

"Wake up you worthless piece of crap!" He cracked open an eye and glared at her; she stood there, looking like a Barbie doll – perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect clothes; the only snag was the slightly poochy stomach.

"Hi sweetie," he got out as he rolled over, choking back the hiss of pain that tried to escape his lips.

"Where's my food fucktard?" She slapped him again, his cheek stinging from this one. He sat up and looked at her, eyes hooded with anger and sleep.

"I didn't get it," he said, pushing past her – gently, because she was still pregnant after all – and into his bathroom. Even through the door, he could still hear her getting riled up.

"You didn't get it?! Do you have any fucking idea who I am crapbag?" He ignored her as he brushed his teeth and attempted to tame his sleep-mussed hair. Finally, he joined her and caught the sight of her glare. "I am your pregnant girlfriend. Your one job is to provide for me and you can't even do that?!" He pinched the bridge of his nose and moved past her again, this time getting dressed. "Are you even listening to me?! I'm talking to you!"

"I'm sorry sweetie," he said, gritting his teeth as he looked at her, trying to control the anger he felt at her. She talked to him like this every day, and he usually just ignored it.

But after last night… after someone showed him true compassion…

He could never look at her the same way.

"Don't sweetie me you insensitive lump. I want my fucking food. Why didn't you get it for me last night?"

"The car wouldn't start. I had to wait about 2 hours for help." His face burned as he said this, but he didn't care right now – he just wanted her to shut up. "I could've frozen to death out there."

"Oh," is all she said before she turned and left his room, her hips sashaying out of his room. He shook his head at her, not surprised that she didn't care. With a tired sigh, he just followed her.

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After he made breakfast for her – because God forbid she cook for herself – he got ready to leave.

"Where the hell are you going?" He looked at her, making her mouth fall open in shock – Ethan had never looked at her with so much hate in his eyes.

"Out. I'll be back later."

She watched him go, her face falling as he slammed the door behind him.

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When Benny opened the door to Ethan's flushed face, he grinned.

"You okay there?" Ethan nodded as Benny let him. "What's wrong?"

"Just… I guess I never noticed how much of a bitch she was until…" he trailed off but Benny nodded.

"Yeah, now that you're not blinded by your "love", it's easier to notice huh?" Ethan agreed with a nod and then took off his jacket, plopping onto Benny's couch, his head falling back.

"What do I do?" Benny sat next to him and took his hand; Ethan let him, but he didn't look at him. He kept his eyes focused on the ceiling. "Before, I put up with everything she did – all the bitching, all the controlling, complaining, everything, because I thought that I loved her. Then, when that faded, I did it because of the pregnancy. But now… I don't know if I can do it anymore."

"Then don't." Ethan finally looked at him, his face showing his conflicting confusing emotions. "E, don't be with someone that makes you unhappy. You don't deserve this. You're a great person and you deserve to be with someone who knows that."

"And who would that be? You?" Ethan hadn't meant to sound as snarky as he did, but the words were already out; he didn't miss the hurt that crossed Benny's face before he dropped his hand. Benny stood up and moved to stand in front of Ethan, his eyes now distant even though he looked at him.

"I'm just saying, she doesn't deserve you E. I…I care about you too much to see you waste your time on someone who would rather see you served on a platter than anything."

Ethan stood up too and moved towards Benny, standing in front of him with only a few mere inches in between them. "Thanks B. Knowing you care… it means a lot to me." Benny smiled with a jerky nod before he looked away from the big brown eyes that were staring at him. "Should we… talk about last night?"

"What's to talk about?"

"Benny-"

"E… its fine. It was just a way to keep us from freezing, right?" Ethan took a step back from Benny and grabbed his jacket.

"Right. Bye then."

"Bye..."

Ethan walked out of Benny's house, but he didn't leave right away. He stood there on the stoop, not moving. He did jerk though when he heard the door behind him open.

"ETH-" Benny's scream – for he was about to scream out for his friend who he thought had walked away from him – died in his throat when he saw Ethan still standing there. They looked at each for only a moment before Benny yanked him to him and gave him a lust-desperate kiss.

Their lips were harsh against each other's, hands gripping tightly to each other as they stumbled back into the house, the door kicked closed behind them.

They didn't make it far into the house; when they reached the couch, their lips still working against the other's with a fever-like frenzy, they fell, one on top of the other, hands pulling at the clothes that kept them from each other.

It was much like the night before – they both wanted it so badly there was no time for romance, for soft touches.

All they knew then was how badly they wanted each other.

Ethan groaned as teeth sunk into his neck, biting over and over again as hands wrestled with his clothes; his did the same, pulling, tearing, and ripping clothes off of the hot body that was under his. Without untangling their selves as much as possible, they shed their clothes until they were naked against each other.

"Are we… are we really gonna do this again?" Ethan asked, feeling Benny press up against him, his hips shifting a bit to make the taller teen get closer.

"Unless you don't want to…then yeah. We are." Ethan was nodding, agreeing already as he leaned down, pressing his mouth to Benny's neck, biting and kissing while he felt Benny shift around him, grabbing something – Ethan only knew that because he heard the snap of a cap popping open – and then there were fingers against him, pushing, stretching, making him wince as he continued to assault the neck in front of him.

"R-ready?" Benny asked, voice shaky as Ethan sat up to look at him. Instead of answering, he closed his eyes and lowered himself onto Benny, who was staring at him in wonder, surprised that Ethan would ever initiate something that way. Ethan didn't bother responding though as he began to move frantically in Benny's lap; Benny caught on quickly and copied the movements, his hips jerking to meet Ethan every time.

Their movements were erratic and quick – no soft, romantic caresses, no tender kisses; they was bruising grips, sharp biting teeth, and pants of pleasure passing between them. Fingers dug into skin, tearing hard enough to leave scars; lips were swollen from pressured kisses and piercing bites.

"Ethan," Benny groaned as his stomach burned and tightened; Ethan didn't respond though – his eyes were closed as he rocked against Benny, his movements hard and rough to the point that it was almost painful. Ethan cried out as Benny bit his neck, biting and sucking hard enough that Ethan – even in his lust-filled mind – knew something would be left.

"No," he whimpered, feeling the painful pleasure building up inside of him.

"Y-yes," Benny said, and then they came tumbling down together, a large mass of gooey intertwined bodies and shaking hearts.

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"Nonononono," Ethan said when he caught his breath 30 minutes later. With an aching heart and shaking legs, he scrambled to find his clothes. Benny stayed on the couch, his naked body like a beacon to Ethan, reminding him of what they did.

"E."

"No. I don't… I don't understand," Ethan said once he was dressed, his hands twisting in his hair. "Benny-"

"E," Benny said, reaching for his boxers and slipping them on before he stood up to face his friend. "We had sex. Again. Two days in a row. What's that tell you?" Benny placed his hands on Ethan's shoulders and looked at him the eyes. "E."

"I don't know." Benny kissed him, making it softer than any other ones they shared.

"Go home E." Ethan nodded and was gone, leaving Benny there, alone.

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"Who the hell is she?!" she screeched as soon as he was in the door. He looked at her, still not feeling any guilt; he felt pity, and shame for doing that while he was in a relationship, but no guilt.

"Who?" he asked, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it up.

"The whore that's stealing you away from me and left that on you!" she cried, pointing at his neck. He turned to the hall mirror and frowned, seeing the large red-purple bruise that was on his neck.

"Damn Benny and his big mouth," he muttered, too quiet for her to hear.

"WHAT WAS THAT!? WHO IS SHE! DON'T LIE TO ME YOU ASS!" He groaned and turned to face her, anger seeping into his expression again.

"Better question: who's baby is that?" She looked stunned, her hand falling down to her stomach, her eyes wide.

"Yours of course."

"Now who's lying?" Her face flushed and she turned away.

"I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Get out."

"What?"

"Get the hell out of my house!" She looked like she had been slapped before she ran up the stairs; he heard multiple slams before she came back with a large suitcase.

"Have fun with your whore," is all she said as she sashayed out of his house. She was at her car when he called out to her.

"Benny's not the whore, you are!" She turned to look at him, disgust and shock now splayed across her face.

"Benny…?" she whispered, making him nod. She frowned and got in the car, driving away from him and his life. He saw Benny poke his head of out his house – which was still next door of course – and look at Ethan.

"E?"

"Come here." Benny smiled and ran over there, pushing Ethan into his house, making sure to lock the door behind them.

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I know the sex scene was suckish, but eh, that happens.

Thanks for reading anyways and I hope you liked it!

-JustMe133