A/N: Um... So... Like always, I had a lot I wanted to say but I've forgotten it all lol. To be fair, it's 4am so.. cut me some slack.

This chapter is pretty brutal... but you know, Kendall loves it so it's fine...

This chapter is also dedicated to Renee and Shary because if it wasn't for them constantly key smashing at me I probably wouldn't update so fast hahaa love youuuu guys.

Enjoy!

So many warnings like... I cant even... bondage, whipping with a belt? idk. just read it and dont judge me. im embarrassed. but hey you should still let me know what you think :) i do appreciate it, a lot.

Also, I don't really like the ending? Im the worst at finishing chapters so...

Chapter 7 - Set Me On Fire.

Kendall liked to mind his own business. He was fine with only his thoughts for company; it was peaceful that way... sort of. So when he sat down on a table by himself for lunch he didn't think much of it, of course he saw Carlos' stares of confusion, but a small wave and a smile hopefully let the Latino know that everything was ok. Because it was. Kendall just wanted to focus on his sandwich, which mostly meant picking at it and letting it scatter across the lunch tray.

Kendall was angry, or maybe confused, or maybe a bit of both. He'd already decided that Logan and James were far more trouble than they were worth, but that wasn't exactly some big revelation. Even before he started sleeping with them Kendall knew they were going to be no good. But now... Now Kendall had caught feelings, and feelings suck. They suck hard.

It wasn't some startling revelation of love, or self discovery, no. Kendall hardly thought he would ever be able to fall in love with either of them, the idea itself was laughable; it was more the fact that Kendall couldn't help attaching himself to people. He guessed that's why he liked being alone a lot; it was much easier to rely on yourself than depend on someone else.

It scared him how much he cared about Logan and Camille, because he knew he shouldn't. So what if Logan had a girlfriend? It's not like Logan was dating Kendall, or had any sort of responsibility to him... and that was always Kendall's problem. He let himself fall too quickly, maybe he just trusts too much I don't know. He's just realising more and more each second that feelings are crap, and people are crap and at this point Kendall thinks life will just be easier if he dies alone as some old cat lady. Except a man... cat man... except he doesn't really like cats, so... dog man?

No.

Whatever, Kendall was done. Maybe. He doesn't know. He's sick of trying to figure everything out, sick of caring, just sick of it.

"So I said to her, get in line, there's a waiting list"

"You did not!"

"Oh I so did, and I think she may have actually believed me... I think she was ready to sign her name"

Kendall drops the piece of bread in his hand, staring wide eyed and biting his tongue at James and Logan who chat casually as they sit down at his previously empty table, although it's like he's not even there.

They're laughing, about something, and Kendall tenses when Logan moves in next to him, James sitting opposite. God, he really fucking hates them sometimes.

Except, he doesn't.

Not at all.

"Um, hi?" Kendall says in a small voice as their laughter dies down, not daring to look at Logan, instead intent on staring at the hard lines of James' perfect face.

"Hey Kendall" James smiles, acknowledging his existence in a friendly manner, as if they didn't just have sex a few hours previous. Kendall's sure they did... he didn't imagine it...

Logan doesn't say anything, instead finding the fries on his plate fascinating and wow did the cafeteria get new tables?

"So, ah, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Kendall mutters, pushing his tray forwards and crossing his arms on the table.

"Well, you looked lonely over here, and friends don't let other friends sit alone at lunch time... it's like, social suicide"

Kendall can tell James is joking, but he doesn't smile, or laugh, or really do anything; he's more mulling over the "friend" comment.

"We're... friends?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't we be?"

"Um... because you hate me?"

James laughs, Logan grips his bottle of water and they both stare at the blonde, expressions polar opposite. James finds it funny, his hazel eyes soft and warm, ready to tell Kendall he is wrong, that they are friends and why would they hate him? And Logan... Logan is angry.

"We don't" James chuckles, stuffing his face with a mouthful of carrots, "it's all good"

Kendall nods, turning to face Logan and rests his head against his propped elbow. Logan's pretending he's not there, that Kendall's eyes aren't boring into every inch of him.

"So" Kendall says finally, making Logan jump. "How's Camille?"

"How's James?"

The response is so quick, Kendall's left gaping like a fish out of water, so taken aback he's not even sure what to do. He expected Logan to be angry, but not to fight like a 12 year old.

They stare each other down, and Kendall's not sure if he wants to punch Logan or slap him. Both... both is good.

"What?" James laughs awkwardly, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Hmmm I don't know" Logan replies bitterly, eyes not leaving Kendall's face, "maybe it's in relation to you and Kendall in the locker room this morning"

"Logan, it's not a big deal it just – wait, how do you know that?"

"Oh don't play dumb" Logan snaps, "I knew that's where you were going"

Except, James doesn't know Logan is lying. Kendall's the one who remembers his face, remembers the resentment and pain... remembers how he was the one causing it.

"Logan, come on, don't be mad. That's hardly fair" And James is right.

"Whatever. I don't care. Do whatever you want, I'm going to go find Camille" Logan all but grunts as he shoves his tray forward and stands from the table, leaving a stunned Kendall and a laughing James.

"God he acts like a two year old sometimes"

Kendall merely hums in agreement, eyes following Logan's every step until he sits down next to Camille, grabbing her face in his hands and kissing her so hard they almost fall over.

"I'm going to talk to him" Kendall says abruptly, interrupting whatever it was James was saying. He shoots the brunette an apologetic look, and James merely rolls his eyes, he has no interest in whatever it is going on between the two of them.

Kendall is seeing red, burning red as he weaves through the cafeteria tables, stopping when he reaches the end of Logan's table, clearing his throat and causing the half a dozen students to stop and stare at him.

"What do you want newbie?" A guy who Kendall thinks is called Jett asks.

"Logan" Kendall says, staring at the brunette who is intent on kissing the crap out of Camille and ignoring his presence. "Logan!" He says again, grabbing a fist full of Logan's shirt in his hand and yanking him off the pretty girl.

"What the fuck!" Logan growls, slamming his hands down on the table and standing to glare at the blonde. It takes everything Kendall has not to throw him down on the table and smash their lips together.

"I want to talk to you" Kendall says calmly as possible, but the growl in his voice almost tangible in the air.

"Yeah well, I'm a little busy right now" Logan spits, moving to sit back down but Kendall grabs his shirt again, clutching the material like his life depends on it and bringing Logan's face mere inches from his own.

"Fine" Logan grunts, voice low and dangerous, "You want to talk? Let's go talk"

Logan grabs Kendall's arm, digging his nails into the soft skin and making Kendall wince in pain, but he doesn't have time to notice, he is focusing on his feet and hoping he doesn't fall flat on his ass.

Kendall knows all eyes are on them, but he blocks it out, ignores the whispers and the stares and the rumours. He lets out a breath of relief when they make it out in the hall, waiting for Logan to turn around and throw him up against the wall, but it doesn't happen. Instead Logan keeps dragging him forward, not saying a word and not loosening his grip. When Logan pushes open the front doors of the school and starts to lead them to the car park, Kendall gets anxious.

"Where are we going?" He asks, but receives not even a grunt of a reply.

When they reach Logan's car, Logan finally let's go, shoving Kendall over to the passenger side before he climbs into the driver's seat.

Kendall's first thought is car sex, which would be just fine, but Logan's got the key in the ignition, and he's whipping out of his parking spot before Kendall even has a chance to properly shut the door.

"Don't speak" Logan snaps when Kendall starts to open his mouth, instantly shutting it when he takes in Logan's icy features. Kendall's not scared, as such... But he would be lying if he said he wasn't completely confused.

Kendall almost cracks when he realises where they're going, thanking the heavens above that his Mom was at work today. When they pull up outside his house Kendall is frozen, snapped out of it when the passenger door is swung open and Logan all but drags him out.

Kendall can't handle the silence when Logan shoves him towards the front door, his long fingers fumbling with his keys, making Logan's irritation grow and grow by the second. But maybe Kendall should have taken longer, for when the door is open and shut behind them, Logan grabs him by his hair, making Kendall cry out in pain and his knees threaten to buckle.

"Logan!" Kendall almost cries, stumbling over his own two feet when the brunette pulls him along the hall and up the stairs.

"Shut. Up"

When Logan opens the door to Kendall's bedroom he almost throws him in, making the taller boy stumble and shoot a hand to his hair, wincing at the pain that continues to shoot through his scalp.

Logan leans back against the door, crossing his arms and looking Kendall up and down with heated chocolate eyes that are growing blacker and blacker by the second.

"Take off your clothes" He says in a low voice, causing shivers to course through Kendall's veins. "Take off your clothes and get on the bed"

Kendall can't even argue, couldn't even try if he wanted to, instead following Logan's orders, letting his blazer shrug off his shoulders and his fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

"Faster" Logan growls, turning away from the door and moving to Kendall's closet. "Oh, and leave on the tie"

Kendall can't get his clothes off quick enough, eyes flickering between Logan's back and the door... maybe he should make a run for it.

But no.

Logan would probably just catch him and make it ten times worse.

Kendall feels impossible exposed when he walks over to his bed, nothing but the material of his tie hanging from his neck and his hands shaking. When Logan turns back around he resists the urge to raise an eyebrow, eyes trained on the bunched up material in Logan's hands, the material he recognises to be an assortment of ties and scarves.

Kendall looks up at Logan with wide eyes as he approaches the side of the bed, but he could be crying for all Logan cares, Logan's not about to show him any sympathy, especially not when he grabs a fistful of Kendall's hair in his hand and shoves his head back into the wall.

"Jesus Christ Logan!" Kendall grunts, stars dancing in front of his eyes from the blow.

"I swear to God" Logan growls, curling his fingers around Kendall's neck and letting his breath hover mere inches from the blonde's lips, "If you talk again, I will break your nose"

Kendall whimpers in response, green eyes desperate and pleading for Logan to let go of his neck as the air is quickly disappearing from his lungs. But Logan squeezes tighter, almost like a challenge, almost as if he is waiting for the tall boy to scream stop, waiting for him to cry and say sorry... but he doesn't. As killing Kendall isn't exactly Logan's intent (or so Kendall hopes), he finally let's go, roughly, replacing his grip to Kendall's wrist. Kendall bites down on his bottom lip when Logan rips his arm up to the frame of his bed, wasting no time in fastening it securely to the wood with one of his ties before he quickly repeats the action with Kendall's other arm.

"Try and move" Logan orders, moving back from the bed and smirking when Kendall struggles against his restraints. "Excellent. Now, one more thing..."

When Logan get's on the bed and leans down until both his hands are on either side of Kendall's face, Kendall almost thinks Logan is going to kiss him. Kiss him soft and sweet and mutter words of love and apology and promise, the look in his eyes tender and warm and Kendall let's himself believe it... if just for a second... for the feelings snap when Logan places a scarf over his eyes, lifting up his head to fasten the material way too tight at the back of his head.

Kendall bites back a moan, the darkness engulfing him like someone switched off a light, and his other senses suddenly heightened beyond what he would have thought possible.

He can feel Logan move, can hear him get off the bed, but then it goes silent.

Kendall had never felt so helpless, so lost, so in the dark.

Literally.

With his wrists bound and his eyes covered, Kendall had no control, had no idea what Logan was going to do next. Which is why he screamed when he felt the buckle of a belt come whipping down on his chest.

Kendall's instinct reaction is to cry out in pain, naturally, combined with pulling at the ties around his wrists so hard he fears the wood on his bed will snap.

"So here's the thing" Comes Logan's voice from the right hand side of the bed, making Kendall flinch in fear. "Let's think about all the times you annoyed me today..."

Déjà vu creeps over Kendall, the memory of when James slapped him for each time he had pissed off the brunette all too clear in his mind.

"I've been trying to think what's worst. Either embarrassing me in front of all my friends, suggesting that I hate you, or maybe... just maybe, it was the fact I watched you fuck my best friend and you knew. Hmm... decisions decisions"

"But Logan" Kendall says quickly, breath laboured. "You've already seen James fuck me so I don't – FUCK!"

Kendall's back arches off the bed, the screams bouncing off the four walls and making his ears ring as Logan hits him with the belt again. Kendall feels like his skin is burning, like Logan has exposed him to open flame and poured salt over the wounds.

A.k.a: Kendall is in a whole fucking world of pain.

When a hand is placed over his chest, and the bed dips to one side, Kendall tenses. A moan gets caught in his throat when Logan straddles him, feeling the brunette's erection press into his stomach and the precum pooling in his navel.

"You make me so angry you know that?" Logan's breath whispers against his jaw, making Kendall shiver. "I'm torn between wanting to kiss you and wanting to punch you... all the fucking time"

Kendall's almost begging for the former, lips craning forward in search of Logan's, but before they can get what they want a hand around his neck and shoving him back into the pillows and making him groan.

The grip on his neck moves to the knot of his school tie, Logan's nimble fingers fastening it tighter and tighter until Kendall's lungs begin to scream.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard" Logan grits through his teeth, nails starting to drag down Kendall's chest hard enough to break skin.

Kendall's breath hitches in his throat, his chest rising and falling rapidly when Logan starts to grind down against his now painful erection.

Sinking his teeth into the hard line of Kendall's jaw Logan's next words are slow, threatening, each syllable accentuated by his teeth dragging harder against skin. "I'm going to make you scream... I'm going to make you beg... I'm going to fuck you raw, bend you in half and fuck you so hard you won't even know your name. You're going to beg me to cum in your ass, to fill you up until you're leaking, but instead... I'm going to cum all over your face, make you take it... And I'm going to watch you cum all over yourself without me even touching you, and you will... you know you will, because you're a needy little bitch"

Kendall's positively panting by this stage, wanting to scream in anticipation and want, needing to feel Logan inside him, wanting it so bad his bones ache.

"Fuckohfuckplease" Kendall curses under his breath, bracing himself to be slapped; instead he's not, which has him releasing a heavy breath of relief.

Kendall grunts when Logan shifts back on the bed, grabbing his legs and bending them backwards. Kendall's hardly a gymnast, but his legs fold back easily into his chest, Logan's fingernails digging into his calves to hold him in place. His back arches off the bed and he pulls furiously at his restraints when Logan's tongue traces a line down his inner thigh, getting lower and lower until just the tip of the wet muscle is running along the underside of Kendall's cock, making him writhe in what can only be described as pure agony.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Still so wet and stretched from James fucking you this morning, aren't you?"

Kendall doesn't reply, merely pants, but pants turn to yells when Logan strikes him across the face with his palm.

"Answer me" Logan growls, biting down on the sensitive skin of Kendall's thigh.

"Yes yes – oh god – yes" Kendall whines, turning his head to muffle his groans into his shoulder.

When Logan stills his movement and moves back, Kendall holds his breath, waiting waiting waiting for Logan's next move and body quivering. Kendall's anticipation is met with an answer, the answer being him screaming out at the top of his lungs as Logan thrusts deep inside of him in one swift movement. Kendall's grateful for being still at least moderately stretched from his activities with James, but fuck, it's hardly enough.

"Oh fuck blondie, still so fucking tight." He hears Logan grunt, his hips drawing back until Kendall can feel only the tip of Logan's cock inside him, holding there until the brunette is surging forward and making Kendall cry out in a mixture of shock and pleasure.

Kendall's pulling so hard on his wrists that the once soft material of his ties now feels like barbed wire, cutting in deep and making him whine. He wants to touch Logan, wants to drag his fingernails down the shorter boys back, wants to pull him in hot and tight and feel every inch of him.

He needs it.

"FuckmepleaseLoganshitohgod" Kendall's babbling and panting and moaning and screaming and he's going to lose it. Logan's fucking into him so hard, white filters his vision and his hands tremble, yet the harder he breathes, the harder he yells, the tighter his tie burns against his throat.

He's almost waiting to pass out at this point.

But fuck it all to hell if every inch of his body isn't screaming with unmeasurable pleasure.

Kendall moans when he feels Logan's teeth on his neck, biting down hard and marking Kendall his, completely his. "Do you think I hate you Kendall?" Logan grunts against his neck.

"I – I – fuck – I –"

"I said" Logan whispers huskily in his ear, "Do. You. Think. I. Hate. You?" Each word accentuated with a hard thrust of his hips, right into the spot that makes Kendall's toes curl.

"Yes! – I – shit – I don't know!" Kendall cries out, his knees knocking against his shoulders and pushing him beyond his limits.

Logan doesn't respond, instead stunning Kendall when he swoops down to smash their lips together so hard it takes Kendall's breath away. Logan stills his hips, holding himself deep inside Kendall as their lips press so perfectly together, like the perfect jigsaw puzzle.

Running a hand up the side of Kendall's thigh and to frame the side of his face, Logan pushes the scarf back on Kendall's eyes, and is met with full blown dark green.

"Logan" Kendall whispers breathlessly against the brunette's lips, his eyes adjusting to the light, to the fire in Logan's chocolate brown orbs, to the look of such intensity, it makes Kendall feel like he is drowning. Drowning in every Logan is, everything he will ever be.

"Kendall I..." Logan murmurs, hesitating. "Kendall..."

Kendall tilts his head forward to seal their lips together once more, silencing Logan from the words he so desperately wishes to say, but will never be able to.

"Fuck me" Kendall moans, biting down on Logan's bottom lip, "please"

And Logan is quick to reply, his hips returning to their previous fast paced rhythm of slamming Kendall into the mattress.

"Remember what I said?" Logan groans against Kendall's jaw.

And Kendall's not sure what the answer is, because he's brain checked out a long time ago.

Without warning Logan pulls out, making Kendall whimper and bringing his legs down in one swift motion. Logan straddles Kendall's waist, moving higher and higher until his cock presses against the blonde's chin, said blonde opening his lips eagerly.

"Oh fuck, yes, oh blondie" Logan moans, tangling Kendall's matted hair in his fingers and thrusting forwards without hesitation.

Kendall relaxes his throat, taking down as much as he can, and more. Kendall knows Logan is close, can tell by the way he pants and tightens his grip on his hair, but the thing is, Kendall is close too. Except he's almost about to scream, the urge to be touched reaching a complete and utter breaking point.

With one, two, final hard thrusts into Kendall's mouth, Logan is coming undone, pulling out just in time to let his cum paint Kendall's face in hot thick spurts.

Moans and grunts and words that sound suspiciously like Kendall's name come falling from Logan's tongue as the head of his cock runs across Kendall's lips, smearing them in every last drop of white hot cum.

"Please, please" Kendall pants, looking up at Logan with wide full blown eyes, "Please touch me"

Logan smirks down at Kendall's cum dripping face, seeing the utter need in the blonde's eyes.

"Aww is that what you want?" Logan grins, shifting down on Kendall's chest until his ass brushes against Kendall's painfully hard cock, making the taller boy moan in desperation. "Maybe one day I should let you fuck me..."

Logan starts to rut back against Kendall's length, a moan of his own coming from his lips. "Would you like that? I could ride you... You could dig your fingers right into my hips as I bounced up and down... I'm a pretty good fuck you know..."

"Yes yes, fuck, yes" Kendall pants, moving his hips up in time with Logan's, his orgasm starting to burn and ready to burst.

"And you know..." Logan whispers, moving down until his lips are mere inches from Kendall's, "Apparently when I bottom... I'm a screamer"

The combination of Logan's words and one final roll down against his cock, Kendall is cuming. His hips jerk and his chest rattles, but before he can start to cry out from the insane pleasure coursing through his body, Logan smashes their lips together and swallows the sound.

As Kendall comes down off his orgasm, Logan's kiss begins slow, until eventually his lips still and he holds them there, holds them in this moment that feels like forever.

When Logan leans back, he is smiling softly, letting his finger tips trail down the side of Kendall's face gently before moving to the knot of the blondes tie and loosening it slightly. Kendall didn't even realise how tight it had been until it is released, the breath rushing from his lungs hard enough to make him see stars.

Kendall's brow furrows when Logan's hands find the scarf that had been previously pushed off, and the last thing Kendall see's is the grin of straight white teeth as the material is placed back over his eyes.

"Logan what –"

Kendall's words are silenced when Logan brings their lips together, and Kendall can feel the curve of his smile against his skin.

"Don't" Logan whispers, bringing Kendall's bottom lip between his teeth before letting it spring back, "don't ever think you know how I feel about you"

With that, Logan is gone. Up and off Kendall's chest and bed quicker than Kendall can comprehend what's happening.

And that's how Logan leaves him, leaves Kendall tied up and blindfolded on his bed, covered in cum and his chest rising and falling in still rapid time.

But if Logan had of stayed, he would have seen the small smile play on Kendall's lips.