Just a quick warning, Roman is getting nastier.

"Dale what happened?" Dale's eyes were wide, worried, his fingers pressing into his shoulder, blood seeping through his shirt. His breath was laboured, coming in short gasps. "Dale."

"I'm sorry Brian," Dale reached a hand out, shaking, blood covering his fingers and Brian bit back the urge to lick his skin clean, his instincts fighting to take over as he looked at Dale's red fingers.

"What happened?" Dale staggered and Brian caught him, pulling him close, the scent of his hair filling his nostrils at the same time as he caught something else under it. "Ethan. What did he do Dale?"

Dale pushed away from him, his hand still pressing into his shoulder and now Brian saw the individual claw marks, the deep gashes running along Dale's skin.

"It's my fault. I made him angry. I told him I would never join him, that I was with you. I want to be with you. I'm sorry," Dale stuttered and Brian lifted his chin up, looked down at his slightly glazed eyes. "I don't want this Brian," Dale lifted his hand from his shoulder and Brian swallowed hard as blood seeped from the gashes. "God, I don't...I can feel it already," Dale screwed up his face in pain, panic evident in his words, a tear ran down his cheek. His fear mixed with the scent of his blood was almost intoxicating and Brian swayed as he pulled him close.

"It's ok," the words were useless, but Brian couldn't stop them. He was so angry, almost blinded by fury at Ethan, and by the scent of Dale's blood. The kid hadn't deserved to get caught between him and Ethan and now Dale was paying the price for Ethan's vanity. All because he couldn't persuade the kid to join him, he had made him do it, taken the choice away, taken his life from him. Brian tightened his grip on Dale, who let out a broken sob, pressing his face to Brian's chest right before he pushed away. "I'll kill him," Brian whispered and Dale smiled sadly.

"I love you Brian," he said, and Brian suddenly noticed the gun in the waistband of his pants. He took a step forward, towards him and Dale whimpered slightly, shook his head again. Not for the first time, Brian wished he could say the words back, because if he could then maybe…

"Dale, there's gotta be a way out of this, we'll find it. We'll talk to Debbie, we'll…" Brian tried, reaching out to Dale. Dale frowned, shaking his head.

"You know there isn't a way out Brian. I don't want this. I can't...live with this," he said, the finality in his tone scaring Brian.

"Dale..."

"I'm sorry Brian," his hand pressed into the claw marks on his shoulder, right before he put the gun against his head and pulled the trigger.

Brian woke with the sound of the gunshot still ringing in his ears, his blood pumping in his veins. It wasn't the first time Brian had dreamt of Dale and their last few minutes together. The desperate, trusting and loving look on Dale's face as he pulled the trigger haunted Brian still. It was the way Justin had looked at him with, goddamit, love, that had bought Dale to the front of his mind again. Justin shifted against him, his fingers curling in his sleep against Brian's chest, the last images of Dale dissipating at Justin's touch. He shifted again, turning his head into Brian's chest, his breath hot against Brian's skin. Brian felt his eyes open, soft lashes ghosting over his skin. He stretched, pressing his hips to Brian's thigh, running his hand up Brian's chest.

"Is that what it always feels like?" He asked sleepily, voice strained from lack of use, from the noises Brian pulled from his throat the night before, pressing his fingers to Brian's neck, right where the bite mark on his own neck would be, telling Brian what he was talking about without words.

"Pretty much," Brian replied, running his hand down Justin's spine. He arched slightly, pressing himself into Brian's side.

"I had no idea," he said and Brian froze, pulled away from Justin and sat up. He had known this would be coming. He wasn't lying when he told Justin it was like nothing he had ever felt. It wasn't painful or terrifying, it was addicting. And people got hooked on it quickly. There were a number of willing victims in the Pitts that walked around like zombies during the day, waiting for their next fix and it scared Brian that Justin could become like that.

"Don't get used to it," he said as he stood. Justin stretched languidly and Brian had to tear his eyes away from him. He looked like an offering, laid out for him, skin pale and smooth, warm under his fingers, and so alive.

"Why?" Justin asked, sitting up, there was a soft crack as he stretched his arms over his head. He cocked his head to the side, looking quizzically at Brian. Brian pulled on his pants, ran his fingers through his hair. His hands smelt like Justin, like warm skin and easy smiles, like blood and sex.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to stop?" He asked, his tone serious and Justin frowned. Brian reached down, held his hand out to him. Justin took it and Brian pulled him to his feet, pulled him tight against his chest. "It wasn't easy Sunshine. I don't think I could stop next time," he said, pressing his face to the side of Justin's neck. He darted his tongue out, licking over the healing bite marks and Justin shuddered. "God you smell so good," Brian whispered, "I could just…" He felt Justin smile, felt the surge of lust in his body when Brian trailed his fingers down his spine, pressing into his ass lightly. Justin shuddered again, his body fighting between the urge to get closer to Brian and push back against his fingers.

"Brian, I…" Brian pulled away, squeezed Justin's arms in his grip, fingers pressing into his pale skin.

"Don't Justin," Justin frowned and pressed his lips together. "I wont say it back," Brian said and Justin's eyes filled with sadness. Brian cupped his face, rubbing his thumbs under the dark circles under his eyes. "Doesn't mean I don't feel anything," he said and Justin nodded.

"I get it," he replied, a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips as he slipped to his knees in one fluid movement. His hands reached inside Brian's pants, pushed them down his hips slightly, his breath ghosting over Brian's cock. Justin's thumbs pressed into the soft skin at the top of his thighs as he leaned forward, licked a long stripe up the underside of Brian's cock, licked over the slit in the tip. Justin licked his lips, his eyes staring up at Brian and Brian pushed a thumb into the skin under his chin, forcing his head up even further, the rest of his fingers pressing into the bite mark on Justin's neck. He slid his hand around Justin's neck, pulled him forward, watched as Justin licked his lips, opened his mouth and swallowed him whole. Justin hummed around him, the slick, wet roughness of his tongue on the underside of Brian's cock, his fingers gripping at Brian's hips, pulling him closer. Brian pressed his thumb to the corner of Justin's mouth, pushed it inside, along side his cock, to feel the way Justin's lips stretched around him, to feel his own cock sliding in and out of Justin's mouth. Justin groaned, sending vibrations through Brian's body as his hips jerked and his fingers on his free hand tangled into Justin's hair.

Justin's fingers loosened around his hips, stroked gently at the skin and Brian drove his cocked deeper into his mouth, coming hard enough to see red when Justin choked slightly but took it, opened his throat and swallowed around him. He hummed gently as he pulled off and Brian shuddered at the onslaught of sensations, tomuchnotenough. Justin licked at his lower lip as he stood, his tongue darting out and Brian groaned as he pulled him forward, kissed him and tasted himself in Justin's mouth.

"Doesn't mean I don't feel anything," Brian said again, staring straight into Justin's eyes, trying to get him to understand everything Brian felt for him. Even though Brian himself was unsure, so unsure about giving in and letting himself feel anything for Justin.

Justin smiled slightly, reaching up to Brian, his fingers running along the tendons in Brian's neck.

The words Justin had tried to say twice hung between them, like static on a turned down radio, and Brian wound his fingers with Justin's, pulled them away from his skin. He couldn't think straight when Justin was touching him, the kids touch was so warm, so solid and real. And it dredged up emotions in Brian he'd never thought himself capable of feeling for anyone, let alone a bright eyed werewolf who had the ability to withstand most of the mind control Brian threw at him. He gripped his fingers around Justin's wrist, his pulse strong under his touch, and was struck with an almost paralysing fear for his life, he'd been here before, looking down at a young kid with love in his eyes, and it had all ended in tears. Brian would give pretty much anything to stop that happening again.

Justin frowned at him, his face worried and confused, and Brian shook himself, forced a smile on his face as he looked down at Justin and was hit with a sudden image of Justin caught in the crossfire, bleeding and helpless, just like Dale, like everyone Brian seemed to care about. It was safer for Justin, and for Brian, if he put a stop to this right now, kicked the kid out before things got serious. Brian hated Ethan, but he knew him well enough to know that if Justin went back, he would be happy, he wouldn't try to hurt Justin because he would have won.

Brian let go like he had been burned, the thought of Ethan enough to bring him crashing back to reality. He'd nearly killed him last night, had nearly ripped the wolf's throat out, fury pounding in his veins. But somehow, he'd let him go, thrown him to the floor and left him bleeding on the concrete, surrounded by trash and filth. Brian couldn't help think that was where he belonged.

"Brian?"

He opened to his mouth to begin letting him down when the door flung open hard enough to shake the walls.

"I thought I smelled dog," Roman crossed his arms over his chest, a dangerous smirk on his face as he stared at Justin. Brian's blood ran cold, freezing in his veins more than normal as Roman's gaze lay heavily on Justin. Justin shifted, crossing his arms over his chest and doing his best to look nonchalant, even though all three of them were completely aware of his nakedness. Brian knew the look on Roman's face, he'd seen it before, seen it as Roman looked at prey, a particularly pretty prey, his eyes hungry and dark and Brian took a step to the side, putting himself between him and Justin. Justin's fingers pressed into Brian's back, shaking slightly.

"What do you want Roman?" Brian asked as Justin's fingers fell away and Brian heard him pulling his jeans on. He relaxed slightly at the knowledge that at least most of Justin's skin was hidden from Roman.

"I wanted to remind you of something," Roman said, dragging his eyes from Justin to Brian. Justin's fingers were back, curling into the belt loop at the back of Brian's jeans and Brian leant back slightly, pressing himself to Justin.

"What?" Brian asked, feigning boredom. Roman took a step forward, ran a finger down Brian's chest, pushed it between Brian's jeans and his skin, his knuckles hard against Brian's stomach. Roman grinned when he felt Brian's muscles quiver.

"Remember Brian? The way we used to bathe in blood, rolling around in it as we fucked each other all day long? Remember the way I would suck it off your cock, make you come and fuck you before you had a chance to think? Remember?" Roman said, his eyes flicking to Justin briefly. Brian heard Justin's breath pick up, smelled his arousal kick up a notch and Roman smirked. "You think that's a turn on little one?" He asked, stepping forward, closer to Brian but reaching his hand across Brian's shoulder to run down Justin's face. Brian tried to ignore the way his body reacted to them both, Justin pressing in close behind, his fear running down Brian's spine, fuelling the fire that already raged in his stomach as Roman's fingers crept further into his jeans, the tips running along his skin. "You want Brian to fuck you whilst he's high on blood?" Roman continued talking to Justin, pulling his hand closer and pressing it to Brian's shoulder, Roman's hand holding it there as his other hand wrapped around Brian's cock. Brian felt Roman tug hard on Justin's arm and before he registered the lack of burning skin behind him, Roman had Justin in his grasp, his hand twisted in Justin's hair, the other around his throat.

"You know, Brian. I didn't get your obsession with Dale. But with this one? I get it. I'm almost tempted to keep him for myself. Even though he is a filthy dog." Roman sniffed up Justin's neck and Brian saw the muscles quiver as Justin swallowed. "He's got a sort, universal appeal. He looks virginal, wide eyed and innocent, like he's never been fucked but I bet he sucks cock like a pro. Am I right Brian?" Roman leaned down and licked at Justin's skin, his eyes fixed on Brian as he did so. Brian felt the ever present pull in Roman's gaze, the almost longing deep in his stomach, but also the boiling anger at Roman's complete disregard for anything other than himself.

"He's mine," Brian said, thighs twitching with the need to move, to move closer and pull Justin away from him, to crowd into both of them. Justin and Roman, new and old, past and present. Roman's eyes widened slightly as he sniffed again at Justin's skin.

"You fed from him?" It was posed as a question, an elaborate show probably for Justin, but Brian knew that Roman would have been able to smell it the instant he realised Justin was in the building. "Aaah, yes." He said, running a hand down Justin's chest, rested on his stomach, fingers stroking gently, completely at odds with the strong grip around his throat. "I can smell it now. How was it little one? Everything you dreamt about?" Roman's hand still clutched around Justin's throat tightened at the same time as a flair of possessiveness and protectiveness surged up in Brian. A faint blush spread up Justin's cheeks as his hands clutched at Roman's, muscles in his arms and neck straining against Roman grip.

"Roman you know the rules," Brian said. Roman pressed his hand harder into Justin's stomach, his fingers sliding under the waistband of his jeans. Brian's vision blurred to red at the edges, and a felt a slight hint of lust from Justin. He couldn't blame him, Roman had a way of making anyone feel aroused, just by looking at them, and Roman's gentle fingers were working their way into Justin's pants, pressing against skin, sure and strong. And Brian knew that Justin needed an edge of danger, an edge of pain, to get off now.

"I know the rules Brian. But so do you. What's yours is mine, technically. If I ask for it, you have to give him to me," Roman arched his hips into Justin and Brian felt the lust in the room kick up at notch, from all of them. Justin struggled, made an attempt to get free, pulling away from Roman, even though Brian knew his body was on fire where Roman touched him. Roman pulled him back hard.

"Uh-uh, little one. I'm telling the truth you know." He said, running his cheek across Justin's, his eyes locked with Brian's, his voice soothing. Justin's body relaxed slightly as Roman used his power, lulling Justin. "Just ask him. Actually, just look at him." Justin stared at Brian, his eyes getting the heavy look in them that Brian had seen too many times to count. He could only look away. What Roman said was true, he did have to give Justin to him if he asked. But he had thought that Roman would just torture him with that knowledge, rather than actually ask.

Roman was possessive and jealous by nature, but he also respected rules and order, lived by them. Brian would have staked his life on the fact that Roman would step aside and let this thing with Justin play itself out. But that was before he saw the dark look in Roman's eyes. It was darker than normal and Brian's blood ran cold when Roman's fangs slid out, pressed against Justin's skin. It gave slightly, dipping under pressure and Brian had to close his eyes against the irresistible urge to join Roman, to drink from Justin with Roman's fingers tangled in his hair, wrap his own fingers around Justin's cock and taste his blood as it coated the back of his throat.

"Give him to me," Roman's words were dark, pointed, and left no room for argument and Brian opened his eyes.

"Roman," there was a warning in Brian's tone, one that Roman chose to ignore as his hand moved inside Justin's pants and Justin arched upward, his hips chasing the touch.

"Brian. Give him to me," Roman twisted his hand and Brian felt a wave of desire hit him, not just from himself, from Justin as well, conflicted desire and Brian hated that there was nothing he could do to stop Roman right now. Didn't mean he wasn't going to try though.

"Jesus Roman, are you that desperate to assert your authority on me that you would take him?" All traces of anything other than rage disappeared from Roman's face, bleeding out of his eyes. Justin shuddered, his eyes regaining some of the fire Brian had seen before as he came back to himself, stared at Brian pleadingly.

"Brian, do not push me when I have your pet's throat in my hands," Roman said, pressing his thumb into the soft skin beneath Justin's chin, forcing his head back against Roman's shoulder. Roman pressed his fangs into Justin's skin again, over the marks that Brian had made last night, Brian heard the gasp from Justin when they pierced the skin.

"Stop it," Brian raised his voice and Roman pulled back from Justin, raising an eyebrow at the desperation Brian heard in his own voice. "Fine...take him. But if you hurt him..." Brian left the threat unsaid as Roman pulled away and a small drop of blood rolled down Justin's neck. Roman watched it closely, scooped the drop up with his finger. He dropped Justin, pushing him to the floor suddenly and stepped over him towards Brian. He ran his finger over Brian's lips, pushing into his mouth. Brian couldn't help but suck the taste of Justin from Roman's finger. Roman groaned slightly, pulled his finger out and trailed it down Brian's chin.

"I don't want him," Roman said with a look of disgust at Justin crouched on the floor. Justin winced as he swallowed. "I just wanted him to know you were willing to give him up," Roman ran his fingers over Brian's face. "Now he knows," Brian fought the urge to turn his face away, to pull away from Roman's touch, and clenched his jaw. Roman pressed his lips to the corner of Brian's mouth. "Have fun with your pet Brian," he pulled away, stepped over Justin again and slammed the office door. Brian took a deep breath, steadying himself before he knelt down beside Justin.

"Sunshine..." He reached out, pressing a hand to Justin's shaking shoulders. Justin flinched, his shoulders tightening as he pulled away from Brian.

"No. Don't..." He held up his hand and Brian backed away. There was still a soft buzzing of arousal in the room and Justin took in a shaky breath as he stood, Brian could feel the tension in him.

"Justin," Justin turned around, staring at Brian with eyes that radiated pain and confusion.

"You would just…you'd just hand me over to him?" He asked, his forehead creased and Brian wanted to reach out and smooth the lines between his eyes, fuck away the last five minutes and erase the fear he could feel coming from Justin.

"There are rules Justin," he said, standing up and taking a step towards him. Justin took a step backward, his hands gripping at the edge of Brian's desk. Brian sighed, pressed his fingers to his temple and tried to ignore the wave of fear that came from Justin. "There are things you don't understand."

"You're right," Justin snapped, pushing himself off from the desk. "I don't. I don't understand the hold he has over you. I don't understand why you make me feel the way you do and I don't understand how you could just hand me over like that."

"Fuck...it wasn't just like that," Brian ran his hands through his hair angrily.

"Did you do it on purpose? Feed from me so you could hand me over to him?" Justin asked. There was hurt under his anger and Brian wanted to turn back time. Go back to when he first met this blue eyed kid and ignore everything his body told him to do, go back and listen to his head. He took a step towards Justin.

"You asked me to Justin," he said and Justin frowned, "and it protects you from everyone else."

"Everyone but the most dangerous," Brian couldn't disagree with that. Whilst Ethan, and Mikey to a certain extent, had proven to be dangerous last night, Roman was even more so. Roman was the kind of danger that would creep in unannounced when you least expected it, and kill all your family and everyone you hold dear in front of your eyes before ripping your throat out with his teeth. He was cruel, and vicious and Brian had pretty much handed Justin on a plate to him. He shuddered at the thought of putting another kid in danger and pulled Justin close.

"Justin," he said, winding his hand into Justin's hair. Justin's eyes closed briefly as his hands pushed gently against Brian's chest, fingers curling into Brian's skin.

"No, I can't...I don't...I have to go," he said pushing Brian away.

"Go where?" Justin turned and there was a wall around him, a closed off look in his eyes and Brian took a step closer. "Back to Ethan?" Justin stiffened as Brian closed his hand around Justin's wrist. Justin's pupils expanded, black bleeding into the bright blue as Brian pushed him backwards, the edge of the desk pressing into the back of his thighs.

"You told me I had to sort this out and I can't just leave it like this Brian. I need..."

"What do you need? One last fuck to make it all better?" Justin stopped moving and Brian pulled back. There was a furious look in his eye and he pushed at Brian's chest again. Brian felt the wolf under Justin's anger, moving just below the surface, waiting.

"Are you jealous?" Justin spat, pushing again, hard enough this time that Brian took a step back. "Are you going all caveman because I'm "yours" now?" He sneered around the word, crossing his arms in front of himself.

"Don't be ridiculous," Brian retorted, plucking Justin's t-shirt from the back of the chair and throwing it at him. Justin caught it in one hand, glaring at him as he absently pressed his fingers to the bite on his neck. Brian was hit with a sudden image of them together, skin glistening with sweat, Justin's moans loud in his ear, the taste of him in Brian's mouth as he drank him in. Brian knew Justin saw it too because he stumbled, fingers to his forehead, leaning heavily on the desk. He glared at Brian

"Stop it," he said, his voice weak, tired and resigned as Brian took a step towards him, framing his hips in his hands. Justin closed his eyes.

"I didn't do anything Sunshine, that was all you. You wanted to remember that," Brian said, pressing on the finger shaped bruises on Justin's wrists, fascinated with the way the blood moved under the skin and the needy noise Justin made in the back of his throat.

"Why do you call me Sunshine?" Justin asked, his pulse beating under the pale skin of his neck. Brian felt his fangs slide out, his cock stir in his pants, and he stepped away, swallowing hard against the need to drink from Justin again, to fuck him over the desk with his teeth sunk into his neck.

"Because I don't like the sun," he said. Justin looked like he had been slapped across the face and Brian stopped himself from pulling him close. He needed to do this, the only way Justin would leave, the only way for Justin to be safe, was if Brian was cruel and gave him a reason to leave.

"How am I meant to take that?"

"Take it how you want," Brian turned his back on him, tensing his shoulders as he felt Justin's hurt, his anger. He was already too wrapped up with this kid. Anymore and he was going to put then both in danger. Roman had already proved how stupid Brian had been by feeding from Justin. Brian had felt almost human with Justin, lying on the floor in his office, skin salty from sweat, Justin's warm body wrapped around him, Justin's come dried and flaking off his skin. "Go back to Ethan, Justin."

"What?" Justin frowned at the sudden command, forehead creasing up as Brian crossed his arms over his chest. He needed Justin to go, to leave, to stop looking at him like he was worth something, even though the thought of sending him back to Ethan was nearly enough to have him clutching at Justin.

"Go," he said again, turning away from Justin's confused face.

"Will you be here when I come back?" Justin asked, his voice quiet, there was a hint of pleading in his voice and Brian closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to stop himself from locking the door and never letting either of them out again, spending the rest of their lives wrapped around each other.

"Who says you can come back?" He said instead and tried to ignore the way he felt Justin's pain like a physical ache in his belly. "It was a good fuck, but that's all it was," he continued and Justin's eyes brimmed with tears.

"But you said..." He began and Brian held up his hand, stopping him.

"Sometime's I'll say anything for a blow job. And I've had you now so..." He shrugged and Justin's face lost the kicked puppy look. It was replaced by one of anger and embarrassment.

"Fuck you Brian," he spat pulling the t-shirt over his head. "No matter how many times Ethan lied to me, he was right about one thing."

"And that was?"

"That you're a soulless leach," Justin said pulling the door open. Brian could feel the tension in him, the anger under the surface that if pushed even more could force Justin to turn. He wanted to reach out, to run his fingers over Justin's white knuckles where they clutched at the door handle, to kiss him hard, lick the last remnants of himself from Justin's mouth.

"Well it's a good thing you found out now, before you got hurt," he said and Justin paused, turned slightly towards him and Brian saw a tear run down his cheek. Justin swiped at it angrily.

"Its too late for that," he said as he slammed the door.