Three months later

Leon and Brian are talking out the front of the garage. They're making plans to get together that night and drive to the club. Both of them love to dance and decide they're in the mood to tonight. Unbeknownst to them Vince is listening. Brian heads back to Harry's after saying he'd head to Leon's that evening and bring takeout. Vince is left thinking. He'd thought it wouldn't be hard to bring Leon back, to crook his finger and have him back where he belonged, standing behind Vince. But he was wrong. Leon had not looked him or out for him in the last three months. When Leon had won big at race wars it was Brian he'd wrapped himself around causing a hell of a sensation when the two of them had needed to be hosed off to cool down, literally. Vince had thought Dom was going to murder Leon but he had watched with his face like granite before he'd congratulated Leon. If he'd slapped him on the back a little harder than normal, well only Vince noticed that.

Vince was beginning to realise he'd have to work for Leon if he wanted him back. Case in point, he'd always known Leon loved to dance but, he'd never done anything about it. Fuck, he hated dancing. But if there was one thing Vince was beginning to realise, it was that a relationship was a two-way street. He saw the give and take in Leon and Brian's and he realised he'd have to ante up. Dom cursed at him to get back to work and he did. That afternoon as Leon was leaving he waylaid him.

"Hey man, wait up." Leon stopped, looking back at Vince. He'd changed his shirt and the one he was wearing now was tight enough that Vince could see his pierced nipples. Fuck, he would not get a hard on now. Thinking dire thoughts Vince scowled at Leon. "Can I come?" He didn't say anymore, he never had to explain himself to Leon, it was almost like Leon could read his mind. But today? Well today was different.

"I don't know, can you come?" Leon's eyebrow raised as he smirked at Vince. Vince's jaw dropped. What the fuck?

"Of course I can come you fuck." He mouth answers before his brain catches onto the fact that Leon is teasing him. No, flirting with him.

"Then why'd you ask me to man? For permission? You into that kinky shit V?" Leon steps closer to Vince as his voice lowers and he asks this. Vince nearly swallows his tongue as Leon's thighs brush his. His hard on is well and truly front and centre now. He closes his eyes as he breathes deeply smelling Leon as he hasn't smelled him for three months. He nearly whimpers as Leon explodes across his senses. "…V?" Vince comes back to earth with a thud realising he'd gotten a little high on Leon and zoned out.

"Sorry man, what?" Leon smiles at him, his eyes dancing in pleasure and didn't that make Vince's heart go pitty pat.

"I was asking if you can come in regard to what? Need to be more specific man." Leon steps back now taking himself out of Vince's space. Vince has to restrain himself from following after Leon to stay close, or just plain latching onto him so he can't move away. Maybe locking him up in the basement or something.

Fingers snap under his nose and he jerks back "What?" He asks irritated. Leon flat-out grins at him and shakes his head.

"In the clouds today man, you need a pillow for your head?" He laughs and starts to back away, "When you remember what you were asking you text me hear? But I'll be out tonight so I might not get back to you." He starts to turn away only to be brought up by Vince's hand on his arm.

"I want to come with you tonight, dancing and shit." Leon keeps his head turned away as he closes his eyes for a second. Finally, he thinks, finally.

"You don't dance man, why you want to come?" He turns as he asks this question having gotten his face under control.

"Because, I haven't seen you for a long time man, I miss you." The words are out before Vince realises he was going to say them. He manages to choke off the words that want to follow, words like 'be with me' and 'love me' and 'I love you, be mine'

"No fights when guys rub up against you man." Leon says to him firmly. "Ain't a straight place we're going to." Vince nods, he'd figured that out.

With a sigh Leon tells him to come over to his place at nine that night.

Vince stays outside watching him walk away. And it's not until his car has turned the corner that he allows himself to smile. He's was gonna get what belonged to him back if he had to leave tread marks on the Buster's fucking back to do it.

Leon texts Brian telling him to bring enough takeaway for three, that Vince was coming. Brian answers back that he will. Through some further text messages they work out their strategy for the night. Then Brian surprises him with, 'got 2 go, D here' Leon's brows rise as he reads this. Dom had barely spoken to Brian in the last three months. When he'd needed to place orders for Harry he'd had others do it. He sends back 'let me know if U can't come'. He showers as he thinks of tonight. It feels like it will be either make or break time. He'd been watching Vince watch him for the past three months. And Brian had watched Dom scowl and make comments as well.

Personally he was fed up with Dom's treatment of Brian, acting like he was a slut or something yet when Brian attempted to go to him he simply turned his back. Letty had come out of the closet and broken off with Dom two months ago and was seeing someone. Mia was dating, Jesse was dating. That left V and Dom. Vince was coming around tonight. Leon was going to see what his head space was like before he went anywhere.

Leon strokes himself in the shower as he thinks of Vince, it had always been V, would always be V. Leaning back on the shower wall one hand fondles his balls as his other strokes lazily up and down his hardening cock. Closing his eyes he immerses himself in the time he and V had rubbed off on each other in V's old mustang, fuck that had been hot, the way they'd sweated over and around each other, so slippery. Their pre-come making trails over each other's stomachs and legs and arses. And the groove they'd gotten into that had them both coming like freight trains. And the following laughter as they'd realised the mess they'd made of the backseat. Cleaning it up had been even better. "Vince…" Leon moans softly as he starts to stroke himself in earnest now. The wet slap of skin is loud and the only other noise he can hear besides the running water of the shower.

So involved is he with himself and Vince that Leon hadn't heard the knock on his door, or the resulting call out as Vince let himself in as he'd always done before. He hears the pipes and knows Leon is in the bathroom. He walks up the stairs and goes to bang on the partly open door when he hears his name moaned. His fist stays raised as he freezes hearing the slap of skin on skin. He knows that Leon is wanking. And moaning his name. Suddenly Vince is breathless at the thought that behind the door, hidden from his view is Leon. Wet, naked and jerking off thinking of him.

Vince nearly passes out that the thought that all he needed to do was strip and join him. He tells himself to leave, he tells himself to leave immediately so Leon is unaware of him being there at his most vulnerable moment. But his feet don't move. Instead he backs up until his calves hit the bed and he finds himself sitting on it holding his cock in his hand through his jeans while he listens to Leon moan his name again. He squeezes himself as hard as he can but doesn't move. Then Leon moans again, louder and Vince nearly comes with him as he hears Leon's breathing change, escalate and then reduce. Then he hears the sounds of Leon continuing to shower.

And all that did nothing but keep him hard. Suddenly Vince knows he needs to leave before Leon finds him here, that the damage his being here, letting Leon know he'd heard him would potentially be irreparable. But before he can get up and leave the shower is off and the door opens and shuts. Vince can't leave now, Leon will hear him. He struggles to think thoughts to get his erection down but is unsuccessful, he is seconds from simply exploding in orgasm and Leon walking into his bedroom naked with a towel slung around his neck nearly has him do so. Vince can't help the moan that comes out of him as he sees Leon's cock swinging, tumescent and heavy between his legs. His nipple piercings glint in the low light coming from the living area.

Leon jerks to a halt his eyes widening at he looks at Vince. He simply stops in his tracks and stares at him before he swallows and speaks. "The fuck are you doing in here man?" His hands fist in the towel hanging around his neck, gripping it tightly.

"Uh, I…um. You didn't answer the door." Is the only answer Vince can come up with that doesn't have him crawling on his knees to Leon wanting to suck that thick cock back to hardness. To lap at the water still trailing down his body to end up beading in the hair covering Leon's groin. He swallows himself, loudly. "I heard you." Fuck, he hadn't meant to just admit that. But his admission has the opposite effect.

"Yeah man, figured." Leon's tone is dry and sarcastic. "Like you sitting on my bed with a hard on wasn't a giant fucking clue enough." He yanks the towel from around his neck and swipes it over his body standing there staring at Vince. Tossing the towel toward the bed Leon moves to the drawers and takes out a pair of sweatpants, stepping into them. He checks the time and then turns and leans back on the bureau looking at Vince. "Little early man." He crosses his arms not caring that it makes him look defensive. He is fucking defensive.

"I, uh. Fuck!" Vince's explosion startles him but not Leon. Leon had expected it since he'd realised Vince was coming around. He wasn't going to gloat or make an issue out of anything, if Vince truly wanted him, he'd have to work for him. He wasn't accepting any half measures. And he knew Vince, knew that Vince was facing some shit within himself. Plus which his vocal cords always stopped working when he had a hard on. And the one he was sporting seemed fairly painful. Leon managed to ignore it as it strained Vince's jeans, he felt like just sinking to his knees and taking it into his mouth and swallowing every single drop Vince ejaculated.

"No, ain't gonna." Is what Leon answers instead, pretending to take Vince literally just to irritate the fuck out of him. The best way to get the truth out of V is to get him so angry he says what's on his mind without thought. "With Brian." Leon goads him more.

"I," Vince gives up, dropping back onto Leon's bed and pushing the heels of both hands in his eyes as it he's trying to poke them out the back of his skull. Then with an almost herculean effort he reigns himself in and looks over at Leon. "Don't want you with the Buster. Want you with me, you belong with me." He is bald in his words and Leon's heart turns over in his chest. But he can't let that show. He needs more.

"Belong to no one but myself man, gave myself away once and was thrown out like week old garbage. Ain't going there again." Leon answers he doesn't pretend to misunderstand what Vince is trying to say.

Vince feels strength and purpose push him up until he is standing beside the bed, he allows it to move him toward Leon until he is standing in front of him. Before he can second guess himself he reaches out a hand and cups Leon's cheek, gently. Something he never has been but is realising he needs to be. But his words are not gentle. "You belong to me, with me, in me and under me. Buster don't come into what we got brother."

It is Leon's turn to swallow. He had expected platitudes, Vince was predictable, he'd decide they were expected and Vince always did what was expected. But this was more. This was commitment on a level Leon wasn't expecting and didn't know how to deal with. The tenderness V was displaying was unravelling Leon faster than a kitten unravelled yarn. "We don't 'got' anything V, we did once, don't anymore." Leon makes quote marks around the word got as he speaks and then simply rests his hands on his hips. He feels naked, emotionally naked. He goes to move toward his living area, Vince however blocks him from leaving the room faster than he thought he could ever move.

Leon stops, looking at Vince as he barricades the door. "The fuck are you doin' man?" He goes to move around him but Vince blocks him again getting right up in his face.

And then his face crumples as his emotional dam wall simply breaks. "You want me to say what a fuck-up I am? Well I am!" He is yelling already, still barricading Leon in the room. "I pushed the best most beautiful, wonderful thing the fuck out of my life, trying for an idea that doesn't fucking exist!" Vince is breathing hard now and Leon is right there with him. He feels the walls he'd put around his own heart breaking under the strain of the emotions Vince was simply battering him with. Vince was giving him everything he'd wanted and never asked for since he'd walked away. "Who the fuck cares if I'm the way I am!" He steps forward now, stalking Leon who finds himself backing away. "Who the fuck cares whether what I want and need is natural?" He swipes his hands over Leon's chest grabbing hold of his nipple rings and he uses them to simply pull Leon toward him. Slow, steady and inexorable. "Who the fuck cares if what I want is already taken by another brother?" He holds Leon to him purely by the rings as he leans in and licks up the side of Leon's neck to just underneath his ear where he was just so….there it was.

Leon whimpered as Vince scraped his teeth over his most sensitive place, literally just under his ear. The way Vince exploited it was masterful. He wanted and needed Leon, he was going to take him anyway he could. "Don't want you in my shadow anymore baby, want you beside me." Vince breathed softly on the spot he'd just licked and Leon shivered for him.

However as soon as he let go of Leon's nipple rings he found himself pushed away so forcefully he fell against the wall. "What the fuck?" He questions on a breath. He moves back toward Leon who steps back.

"You think you can come here, spout pretty words and I'll fuck you sideways man?" Leon shakes head in anger. "It doesn't work like that." He snaps his fingers in anger as he continues "Oh Leon finally has something, let's take it from him because if I can't have him no one will!" Leon is furious, at Vince and at himself for responding to him like a two-bit whore. But then hasn't he always been Vince's whore? He finds himself full of bitterness he'd never realised he harboured. "The fuck out of here man, you want a fuck find someone else, it ain't gonna be me that scratches your itch again." Leon steps forward until he is nose to nose with Vince and finishes "I'm worth more than that, I'm worth something." Then without any further comment he brushes past Vince and grabbing his keys he walks downstairs and out his door and down the street. He took nothing else with him. Before he realises what he's doing he is running, running until he can run no more. But running will not ease his pain.