"Shame what happened to Vinnie. You know what I've noticed Brendan, he's a lot like that Ste kid. Trouble just follows him like a black cloud."

"Steven. Breathe." He hardly noticed that Brendan had finished putting a bandage on his hand. Ste blinked once and Brendan's face was in front of his. He could feel the hot Irishman's breath on his forehead, his instincts told him to avoid and move away but he was stunned.

So stunned how close Brendan's body was against his, how much he wanted to feel bare flesh against his. How he wondered how Brendan's hands would feel running over his muscles. He swallowed and lifted his gaze right into Brendan's now black eyes; the heat of him seared him to his core.

He waited in anticipation for Brendan to make the move, which would place his lips over his, but it never happened. A sharp female shout made him move away abruptly. Ste leaned back using the sink as a support as he tried to make sense of what had happened and what may have happened if Cheryl had not turned up at the door. "What's going on here?" Brendan tall lean figure blocked Ste from Cheryl's sight. "Steven had a little accident."

Even hours after his shift Ste couldn't help but replay the events over and over in his head, how on earth had that happened? Well almost happened. Right? He sat in the dark listening to the clock tick second by second trying to understand but the more he thought of how it was possible. The more he thought, the more it hurt his head. Now the main question he had was: Should he tell someone? Ask Amy what she knew, she had been here longer than he had, she had seen what had changed when he was travelling around.

Next Day

"Amy… What do you know about Brendan?" he had been trying to the best way to ask the question. "Why?" Damn. "I'm just curious and all."

Amy leaned back in her chair her eyes narrowed, she was suspicious he could tell. He had known Amy long enough. "Well, just that he was married and his wife cheated on him. Other than that he's a mystery."

Ste fidgeted with the utensils in front of him. "So is he gay?" he couldn't look Amy in the eye but heard the sound of her almost choking on her orange juice. "Brendan? Gay? No, he's got a girlfriend." He didn't say anything. Girlfriend? But what was that almost happened?

"What is going on with you Ste?" he shook his head and stood up. "Nothing alright, I'm just curious."

He wasn't supposed to be at work for another couple hours but he really needed answer whether Brendan was going to give them to him or not. There wouldn't be know harm in asking. Even though his gut said otherwise.

He found Brendan down in the basement counting the crates and checking over the barrels, he watched for a moment not particularly sure of how to make himself known. "What is it Steven?"

It took him a moment to find his tongue before picking his words out carefully. "I-I was just… I need some answers about yesterday." He saw Brendan put the clipboard down and cross his arms. "What exactly are you getting at Steven?"

"N- nothing, I'm confused." Brendan moved swiftly forward grabbing Ste by his shirt and pulling him into the room, slamming the door with a bang. He pushed Ste against the door forcefully, his eyes dark and gleaming dangerously. "You better watch your words Steven." He whispered, his voice sending chills down Ste's back.

He looked into Brendan's eyes the darkness scaring him a deep and loud buzzing taking over his senses.

He had been in the exact same position two years ago. He had met a guy and came close to falling in love with him, but… the relationship turned sour and soon the guy he cared about starting beating on him. That one relationship made him run away again, and ever since he had been running because that one guy always found him.

"Steven?"

A/N: Here's the next chapter :) ... Even more twists and turns. Thank you so much for the reviews. Update soon!