Inspired by: Kelly Clarkson's My Life Would Suck Without You

Enjoy. I promise to get the rest of the Damn regret trilogy up soon.

Marcus sulked around his house as he thought about the events of last night. He and James had gotten into a huge fight…again. They were just too different. That's what everyone kept saying anyway. They had never officially broken up-though they often came really close-until last night. Marcus sobbed just thinking about it. Except it was a dry sob and it only happened once. They had actually broken up.

The fight itself was ridiculous now that Marcus thought back on it. James had been venting to him about some bad grade he had gotten and Marcus had made a sarcastic comment about him never paying attention in class and James had actually gotten mad at him.

He should've known I was just joking, Marcus had thought at the time, but now he was thinking that he should have just said sorry. But he hadn't. He had said that James was an idiot and that he deserved the stupid F on the English paper. James had said fuck you and Marcus replied with a sneering you have. Then there was more yelling of which Marcus didn't remember. All he remembered was that he had been storming through his house and throwing pillows and baseballs at the walls. Eventually his mom had yelled at him to stop and that's when he yelled that he hated James, never wanted to see him again, and that they were through.

Marcus shouted at the top of his lungs and threw another pillow at the chair across the living room. He listened to his voice echo through the empty house then fell back on the couch with a soft grunt. He had closed his eyes and began to clear his mind when the door bell rang.

"What now!" Marcus yelled pushing himself roughly off the couch. He dragged his feet lazily to the door and threw it open. It bounced against the door stopper and Marcus looked up at the tall figure that was barely blocking the sun. He held his hand up to shield his eyes then gasped. Standing in front of him was James and his eyes were slightly puffy, his nose red. Marcus wondered if he had been crying.

Ha, funny. James didn't cry. He was too tough and macho. Stupid ass, Marcus thought disdainfully as his gasp of surprise changed to a glare of pure anger.

"What the hell do you want?" Marcus asked, swinging the door, trying to slam it shut in James's face. James caught it and pushed it open slightly leaning against the door frame. He smiled sarcastically, watching Marcus walk quickly into the kitchen. He followed him in and slammed the door for him.

"Guess this means you're sorry?" he asked, gesturing about the fact that he was standing in Marcus's living room.

"You're standing at my door." Marcus pointed out, peeking his head out the door-less frame that lead to the kitchen. He ducked back into the kitchen as James approached. He stood with his back to the door, fixing himself something to drink. James leaned against the door frame again, crossing his arms over his chest. They were silent for a minutes then Marcus glanced back over his shoulder at James, who was watching him, a look of desire in his eyes.

"Guess this mean you take back all you said before?" Marcus asked slowly, looking back at the cups in the cabinet, taking his sweet time to choose one.

"Like how much I wanted anyone but you?" James asked casually, like it didn't hurt him to say the words. Marcus winced, though, almost dropping the glass he was holding.

"Said you never come back, but here you are again." Marcus said just as casually, a nervous laugh emphasizing how un-casual it was; as he slowly set the glass he had almost dropped softly on the counter top, his head dropping as he ran his fingers over the edges.

James took a step forward and reached his hand out to Marcus, but quickly drew back as Marcus's shoulders shook. He was fighting not to cry. James leaned against the frame again and he re-crossed his arms.

"Because…" He started slowly, searching for the correct words. "We belong together. Forever united. You've got a piece of me. And…" His voice had been getting softer and softer. "My life would suck with out you."

Marcus's fingers stopped moving on the glass and a tear slid down his cheek. He shoved the glass off the counter and it fell to the floor, amazingly un-shattered. He turned slightly and hurried down the hall connected to the kitchen and into his room. James was fast behind him. He had been working out since that day at school and even though Marcus was quick, he just wasn't fast enough anymore.

Just as Marcus was about to slam his door, James caught it. Marcus pushed on one end and James on the other. Marcus knew he was going to loose eventually but he wasn't giving up just yet. After a few more second of "tug-o-war" with Marcus's bedroom door he gave up. Marcus stepped back, panting slightly and James fell into his room, running into Marcus and pushing his up against the wall of his tiny room.

Marcus blushed brightly and James couldn't help but smile. It's not like he was touching Marcus. His hands were on either side of his head, a bit higher actually seeing as he was like two inches taller, their feet where a good three inches apart with wise, but their bodies where mere centimeters away from each other. Every time one of them breathed out, they both feared they were going to touch.

Marcus stared intently at James's chest as it moved up and down and James stared down at the top of Marcus's head, his eyes catching the bright pink of his cheeks.

"Maybe I was stupid…for telling you good-bye." Marcus said softly, glancing up at James, his palms pressed flat against the wall.

James sighed softly, a small smile playing at his lips. "Maybe I was wrong for trying to pick a fight." He said just as softly. He stepped a bit closer and Marcus inhaled sharply, sucking his stomach in and holding it, still scared to touch James. He knew if he did he would crumble.

James frowned slightly. "I know that I've got issues, but you're pretty messed up too. Either way I found out…" James leaned down, reaching his hand up and grabbing Marcus's chin between his thumb and index finger and pulled his face up to his. Marcus's face turned a light red and he kept his eyes tilted down. James leaned down a bit more and ran his tongue slowly over Marcus's cheek. He whimpered softly, blushed deeper and his eyes darted up to meet James's. He brushed his lips lightly over Marcus's and barely breathed out, "Either way I found out…I'm nothing without you."

James pressed his lips to Marcus's and kissed him lovingly. Marcus debated whether or not to kiss him back, his eyes wide. Finally, he turned away and bit his lip softly.

"Marcus…please.." James reached his hand up, brushing some of Marcus's hair out of his face. Marcus was silent for a moment. He stared down at a small spot of light on his floor that shown through the only window in his room. He contemplated quietly as he chewed his lip.

At least five minutes had past in which Marcus and James had shared glances and quiet sighs. Marcus had been thinking about how much he loved and wanted James, but he had also thought of how many fights they had had and how different they were and how much stress this was causing him.

Finally James gave up and pulled away. He turned away and slowly made his way to Marcus's door. Marcus quietly watched him go, his hand slowly curling into fists on his wall, his eye filling with tears.

This is what's best for me. That's what he kept telling himself over and over again as he watched James walk away and out of his life forever…

"Being with you is so dysfunctional. I really shouldn't miss you…But I just can't let you go." Marcus's arms curled tightly around James's waist, stopping him in his tracks. James could feel Marcus's tears through the back of his shirt, causing his to cry silently too. He turned slowly and pulled Marcus up into his arms, cradling him against his chest. He slowly walked to his bed and laid him down softly, placing one of his knees at one hip and his hands on either side of his head, holding himself over Marcus.

Slowly he tilted his head down and captured Marcus's lips in a deep, passionate kiss and after a few moments pulled away, when Marcus's hand touched his chest. James looked down and stared deeply into his eyes, the desire he had earlier coming back.

Marcus smiled up at him and said, as he slowly pulled James's head back to his, "We belong together now, forever united somehow. You've got a piece of me, and honestly…" James's lips where touching Marcus's in the promise of a needful an fulfilling kiss. "…My life would suck without you."