Brock was staring straight into the ashy cobalt eyes of Brian Hanby. Brian's right hand was still resting on the brassy doorknob that he had just swung open for Brock. Brian's left eyebrow quirked up, not expecting Brock's presence this early in the day.

"I didn't think we were meeting today," Brian said, smirking as Brock swallowed nervously.

Brock's eyes darted away from Brian's steady gaze, instead finding a place to rest on Brian's hand on the door.

"Actually, I was here to talk about that. Could I come in for a minute?" Brock questioned. His heart rate was already climbing and he hadn't even said what he came to say yet. Brian's bravado faltered, but his smirk still stayed etched high on his face.

"Sure man, come in." Brian stepped aside and held a hand back into his house, gesturing for Brock to sit on the leather couch they fucked on only a week earlier. As Brock passed to sit down, Brian's outstretched hand slapped his ass. Brock bit back a surprised yelp before taking his seat. Brian shut the door behind him and took a seat opposite Brock.

"Coffee?" Brian offered. Brock shook his head.

"Don't distract me, I need to get this off my chest before I work myself into a panic attack," Brock replied. Brian's smile dropped off his face, and his eyebrows furrowed. At the mention of Brock stressing, Brian was instantaneously paying attention.

"What's wrong?"

"Listen, I understand if you don't feel the same way, or want me to never contact you again but..." Brock took a staggered breath, "I think I've...grown attached to you."

Brian blinked a couple of times. "What?" He cocked his head.

"Don't make me say it..." Brock trailed off. When Brian still didn't answer him, Brock continued, "I'm in love with you."

Brian sat in shocked silence.

"I know we agreed that feelings are off the table, but I just couldn't help myself. I couldn't be silent any longer, and now it's out in the open-"

"How long?" Brian asked, a hint of desperation flickered in his eyes.

"What?"

"How long have you felt this way?" Brian asked again.

"I don't know, about six months?" Brock weakly offered.

Brian leapt up from his seat, lunged at Brock, and trapped their lips in a heated kiss. Brock's arms slunk around Brian's muscled waist while Brian knotted his fingers in Brock's chestnut hair. Brian quickly found himself straddling Brock, so he pulled away before it escalated.

"You idiot! That's what you had to tell me? I've been in love with you from the start! Why else would I propose a lewd arrangement like this?" Brian exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. He pulled Brock's head back up to meet Brian's eager lips. Brock responded with excitement, pulling Brian even closer so their groins were flush with one another.

Brock pulled back to regain his breath, and rested hus forehead against Brian's chest. Brock was grinning like a madman, happy to finally be officially with Brian.

Craig's eyes followed his tall boyfriend's form as he paced the length of Craig's living room. Back and forth and back and forth and back and-

"Craig!" Tyler's shout cut through his hazy thoughts.

"Huh? What?" Craig stumbled out. Tyler sighed and took a seat next to Craig. He rested his hands on Craig's thigh, but in a concerned manner rather than a sexual one.

"Now stop me if we're moving too fast, but I think we should move in together. We spend so much time crashed on each other's couches that it would be, economically, better for us. Plus, I've never clicked with someone like I have with you," Tyler explained, looking into Craig's eyes.

"Um," Craig started. Tyler's face sunk, preparing for defeat.

"Yes! I think it's a great idea!" Craig grinned and kissed Tyler's cheek. Tyler's head whipped back up and a blush smattered his face.

"Really?"

"Yes of course, dickhead. We're basically living with each other already. We've been dating for, what, seven months? I can't stand the nights I'm without you," Craig replied, beaming. Tyler matched his smile before drawing their lips together.

"I think that tomorrow we should go out and look for apartments. Maybe closer to Evan and Jonathan so we don't have to trek across the city every time we want to meet up," Tyler suggested.

"Sounds good to me." Craig fell into Tyler's arms, smiling.

Tyler and Craig decided on buying a large apartment one block away from Evan and Jon's. The apartment had two bedrooms and a large living room with windows covering one wall with a perfect view of the city skyline.

Craig waltzed around the apartment, unpacking various boxes full of clothes and knickknacks as he went. He stopped his frolicking as he heard Tyler's keys jingle in the lock. Craig quickly turned on their new coffee machine, Tyler would probably be grumpy after an infuriating day at work. The new apartment was a kilometre from the nearest Starbucks, so Craig got a new coffee machine for Tyler's birthday that was on the previous Wednesday.

"Hey babe, how was work?" Craig asked. He had his back to Tyler, who was putting his bag down on the couch.

Unbeknownst to Craig, Tyler put another huge, cardboard box down on the couch next to his bag.

"Good, Craig. How was slacking off in the apartment all day?" Tyler retorted. Craig barked out a laugh.

"Hey, I've been slaving away all day, unpacking heavy boxes, and now I'm making coffee especially for you," Craig shot back. Craig turned around with two cups of coffee in his hands. He eyed the suspicious box on the couch. He slowly put down the coffee on the bench.

"So help me if I see one more box-"

"Craig, I understand you've been working hard lately to get this apartment into shape, so this is the last box you'll have to open," Tyler interrupted. Craig's eyes flickered in between Tyler and the box as he inched closer to it.

"Go on, it won't bite," Tyler said, "much," he added as an afterthought. Craig's eyes blew wide at Tyler's comment. Craig strode over to the box and placed his hands on the lid. After a moment of hesitation, and yanked the lid off.

A black and white King Charles Spaniel leapt up to Craig's chest, trying to bound out of the box. It yipped with glee, its tongue slopping out the side of its mouth. Craig squealed and scooped the puppy up.

"Tyler!" Craig shouted,"how? Just how?"

"He's a month old, I bought him a couple of days ago and I just kept him with a friend while I was buying supplies." As Tyler explained, Craig noticed all the puppy food and other necessities piled up in the box.

"What are we going to name him?" Craig asked, patting the excited dog.

"You choose, it's your treat," Tyler smiled kindly.

"How about Ace?" Craig suggested. The puppy yipped again, trying to lick Craig's chin.

"Sounds good to me," Tyler agreed.

Daithi was snooping again. However, he wasn't snooping for the team like he usually was, he was snooping for his own personal pleasures.

Lui had invited him over for drinks, just the two of them, and Lui went to the liquor store across the street to grab more booze. So David took the opportunity to discover more about Lui's character. Lui just seemed too good to be true.

David and Lui had been meeting up sporadically for the past several months. They call themselves a couple, but it's mostly a bromance with occasional face sucking.

David found himself wandering into Lui's bedroom. A black king bed was centre in the room, facing towards the huge penthouse windows. David hated to admit it, but he was jealous of how rich Lui was. Before too long David found himself looking through Lui's belongings and drawers. Unsatisfied with his findings he walked backwards out of the room, or at least he meant to.

Instead, his back slammed into a cabinet. David swung around in surprise. The mirror on the cabinet had vanished, and now there was a hidden compartment. Nogla had never seen anything like it besides at Vanoss' base.

The cabinet was full of guns, knives, bombs, and what looked like blueprints. Ammo lined the sides of the compartment, and three guns were pinned up higher than the rest. All machine guns. David inhaled sharply. This was dangerous stuff for anyone to be keeping without reason.

"What are you doing in here?" Lui's voice cut through the air. David jumped in shock. Now he was in for it.

"N-nothing, I was, I was just looking for the bathroom and..." David could hear how weak the excuse was.

"Why do you have so many weapons?" David weakly stuttered.

"Self defence," Lui grumbled, "I think it's time we called in a night. I see you around Nogla." Lui escorted David to his penthouse door and practically pushed him out. The door slammed in his face.

"That went well," David muttered to himself before turning on his heel and walking in the opposite direction.

So many questions flew around David's head. Why did Lui have so many guns? What was he hiding from? What was he afraid of? What was he going to attack?

Why was Delirious written in the top right corner of one of the blueprints?