A.N: I always do this, I say one chapter maybe two and it ends up three. Thank you for reading and reviewing but the next chapter is the end I promise you. I'm sorry its taking a while but I can't stop crying myself.

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Rocky stayed wrapped in his brother's embrace; huge and hot tears streamed down his, already, damp face. And as his younger brother, who somehow managed to gain a 6' standing to his 5'8", Rocky just kept wondering: How? How Robbie, someone he loves dearly, could do something so incredibly stupid and thoughtless to him. How could he leave him. How could he just... go? It was his fault, Rocky thought, it had to be; there were too many warning signs, and he missed them all by being blinded by love.

"It's all right, Rocky, everything is gonna be alright." Colt whispered softly.

How can he say that "Everything is going to be all right" when Rocky's whole world came crashing down in a matter of minutes? They were fine this morning... weren't they?

10:15 a.m.

"Here you go." Tum Tum handed over beautifully wrapped gifts to his first older brother.

Taking the gifts, Rocky sat them on his lap. He can tell right-off-the-bat which one belongs to his son. Setting the other gifts on the bench at his side, he tore it open, smiling. "Lego city? That's so cute." The picture of the, possible to build, tiny fire station and four buildings city shown up at him. "I have to bring this with me when I see him in May."

"You're going for a visit?"

Rocky nodded. His smile falters as tears come to his eyes; turning his attention to his brother, he says softly. "I'm sorry about all this; and ignoring you back then."

"Are you kidding? I'd of left the country - and you never would have heard from me again."

Snickering, Rocky shook his head. "No, you wouldn't."

Laughing, as well, Tum nodded. "Yes, I would. I'd live under the assumed name of Tichael 'Dum Dum' Mouglas."

Rocky laughed a little harder. That's Tum Tum for you, always good at cheering people up. But it also only added to his despair over hurting him with his issues leaking into the family life.

"Rocky, I talked to mom and... she's still really bent up about it, but I think I might have gotten through to her a little bit."

Rocky only blinked; his lips pull in thoughtfully.

"What?"

Rocky shrugged. "I don't know; mom made it quite clear she was over me because of this, so... I guess I'm over them."

"Yeah, but you can't mean that."

"Why not? They mean it! I've been kicked out of my own dorm room!"

"Whaat?" Having heard about this for the first time; Tum Tum is very shocked and disappointed by how incredibly stupid this was making everyone act. All logic has just seemed to go out the door because Rocky just happens to be in love with a man - like they've never done anything wrong in their lives; and their parents lived in the era of hippies and drugs. They have to be guilty of something or another wrong. "Where are you staying? What are you gonna do about school?"

"I'm getting a job at a bar." He put his gift down then picked up another, opening it. "And I'm staying at Grampa's."

"Really?"

"Mhm. And, as far as what I'm doing... I'm gonna spend as many sleepless tumbling nights with my boyfriend, before I fully move in with Grampa."

Tum Tum laughed. "Yeah, go against the man. Rocky you're so bold."

"And stupid, don't forget stupid."

"Definitely stupid."

Noticing the language translater that his brother opened he patted it with his hand. "That one is from me and Paige."

"Tell you and Paige, thank you."

"I will."

"...I talked to Colt; he still refuses to understand, so I told him that the door for us to be cool will stay open, but, I just can't talk to him when all he's gonna do is bad mouth Robbie. He actually thinks I have a thing for exotics!" He throws a hand in the air.

Making a face of question Tum asks. "What the hell does that mean?"

"That I like foreign things, and my relationship with Robbie is as far out as it goes for the exotic fetish."

Tum Tum shook his head. "Colt's just looking for an understanding to why you've changed, and gave no real warning to him or anyone else." He then shrugged his hand.

"Yeah, but, I would have told everyone at my own pace."

Hands up defensively his little brother says. "Don't need to tell me; its everyone else that feels betrayed - although, you did kiiiinda give me a heads up about how your were feeling, back when Sin was around."

"True." He lowered his gaze regretting not having asked his parents - or told them, rather - about his feelings before diving right in. But, back then, being with Robbie was just ridiculous and controllable wonder, nothing serious. And now look at him, very much serious.

"Hey, I know what will take your mind off it." Declared the younger Douglas.

"What?"

Digging into his pocket he removes a small hand-made doll. "Jenn made it." It has a small wooden head but the body is made of nothing but cloth and cotton, the hands and feet are also wooden. "Make this thing dance."

Cocking a brow Rocky, slits his gaze inquiring. "How would that make me feel better?"

"Because it's cool. Come on, Rock', you never do anything cool with your gift."

"Gift, huh? I think it's more of a curse... because of this gift some mad-woman found me and tortured me; if I were just any normal kid.. I never would have had to go through with any of it."

"I don't see it that way. That sicko seemed like she'd take anyone to please herself, but you just happened to be her favorite - and just so happened to be a psychic, as well."

Rocky huffed out a laugh. It always sounded ridiculous, when said out loud; however, Tum Tum might be right. "Alright, gimme the doll. Can't believe I'm nothing but a slideshow to my own brother."

Laughing, Tum Tum gives his brother a shove. "You owe me this."

"I owe you?" Placing the doll onto the ground before their feet, he focused on the doll; very little strain in his dual colored eyes.

The doll lifted up to stand on it's feet; it's little arms raise up and down as it does The Monkey - it even has a nod of its head going. Tum Tum smiled as he watched the doll dance. Rocky was happy, simply because his brother was happy; and it really wasn't a big deal using his gift - even if he still thinks of it as a curse. Oh why couldn't his parents hate him for something that he couldn't help? He could at least promise to never use his gift, but as far as his feelings for Robbie... they just can't stay down. He's tried - oh, how hard he's tried, but the second he sees the adorable bastard his heart soars; the moment the smiling creep laughs or teases him, he's in Heaven itself. Robbie holds him like no other even when he, Rocky, was the one holding while being held.

The tiny doll began to do the whoosie jacuzzi.

He can't figure out what Robbie is hiding, though; and foolishly he tried to sneak the thought from the vast of Robbie's subconscious, but his boyfriend was no dummy; knocking on his forehead, Robbie asked him what he thought he was doing. Rocky had never been so embarrassed, and apologized over and over for it. But the problem was resolved as soon as it started because Robbie forgave him, on request that he give him a real blowjob someday. Rocky blushed just thinking about it; the tiny doll looked as though it had just exploded before it collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

"What happened?"

Rocky blinked as he returned from his thoughts. "Um.. nothing, I was just distracted."

Picking up the doll, Tum Tum was a little surprised at how it looked as though the little guy was in dire pain before it fell to the ground. That could be really dangerous, if Rocky wasn't careful with it. No wonder he doesn't want to do it so often.

"What were you thinking about?"

That only made Rocky blush more. "Um... nothing, it's personal."

Tum knew where this was going. Sex stuff. Even though he's already had sex - twice, actually - his brother's still look at him like he's a young child; and the response to any question that's answer was involving sex always results in a very deep blush, right before: "its personal" comes out. Stuffing the doll back into his pocket, he says. "Sex stuff, got it."

Rocky ruffled his brother's hair before standing from the bench. "I'll open the rest of these later. Thanks for bringing them for me."

"Uh-huh." Standing, as well, he checked his watch. "Paige is almost done at dance rehearsals. I'm gonna go pick her up."

"Alright, see ya."

"Bye." The two go their separate ways.

Rocky wanted to go back to the dorms but decided to stop by the club instead. Andre hadn't called him back yet about a meeting being set up, but there was a chance that a meeting in-person could help boost the manager's decision a bit - granted they're hiring. It took Rocky ten minutes to get there from where he was; he parked on the side of the building going in with a slightly sick feeling as spider webs of the past clung to his mind, pulling about his thoughts and forcing the images into his mind. Sin had done so much; met so many people; the tattoo that still covers his chest; the obscene things he's had his body doing... However, it wasn't his fault... he had to admit that. Sin was young and confused about himself, because most of what had happened was in his life, his mind. Sexual sabotage is very common in his situation. He just wished that maybe his cocky and kind alter could have just chose Robbie to fool around with, so that he doesn't have the scar of all those weird men tugging at him right now.

Knocking on the manager's office door, he awaited an answer. When the door opened a man stood before him, but he's on his way out it would seem and inside sat a very sweet looking woman. Not what Rocky had been expecting, that was for sure.

"Come in. Nice to see new faces." She greeted. "What are you here for?"

"Uuh, I'm Samuel Douglas... one of your bartenders was supposed to talk to you about there being a position open?"

"Andre, right? He called me about you, yes." She shrugged. "I don't really need another bartender, I've got plenty."

"Yeah, but... I thought maybe I could sub if anyone was sick or something."

"It's not that big a job. One man can do it without struggle."

"Oh."

The woman smiled at him, her little red lips spread clean across her face. "You're adorable, you know that; just like a little kitty cat."

Rocky frowned but mostly because he wondered how that would help him in this situation.

"I may have something for you."

"Anything. What?"

"Desperation will get you everywhere my boy." She ran a hand through her curly light brown hair. "I want you to help with shipments."

"Shipments?"

"Yeah, you seem like you can carry a lot of weight." She pulled out a cigarette from a silver case, lighting it up with a struck match from a tiny book she had on the corner of the desk. "Usually I make the bartenders do it but they gripe, complain - since business is good, I'll extend a hand."

"Thank you! Really, I'll do the best I can."

"In the meantime, you'll clean up the place before it opens. Deal?" She blew out a puff of smoke.

"Yes, deal." He held out his hand. "Thanks, again, you won't be let down."

"I know." The woman held out a veiny hand. "My name is Celia Armstrong."

"Samuel Douglas."

She smiled. "I know, you told me that already." Nodding towards the door, she says. "I have no shipments coming in right now, but you can grab a broom from the closet over there," She pointed and continued to speak when Rocky turned his head to look. "Do a good job. You'll get your first check next week."

With a firm nod, Rocky walked to the utility closet to retrieve the cleaning supplies. How bad can this be?

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He had no idea just how disgusting men could be. The bathroom was a nightmare. There was just no way it was possible to be this gross. He couldn't even identify some of the things on the floor. White dust is puffed here and there, he noticed, and by the look of it it could only be drugs. That wasn't bad though, a quick sweep and it was out of the way. Cleaning the toilets made him nearly gag and after an hour and a half he was out of there, thankfully, with a job well done. Next he swept the club itself, of the bottles and cigarettes and things. Easy. He wondered about the bedrooms, though; returning downstairs he knocked on the woman's door to ask but she wasn't inside.

Taking his phone from his pocket, he dialed Andre's number. "Hey, thanks a lot for not telling me about the bar position." He didn't mean to jump on him right off, but he had to.

"I know, and I'm sorry. But I knew how badly you needed a job and I didn't wanna deliver bad news; so I thought I'd look around until I could get another place, and you're in luck because I have. How much do you love me?"

"Plenty, but I already have a job."

Silent and shocked, he asked. "Really, where? When did this happen? You know, you really should have told me."

"I know. But it was sudden, I'm working at Heat Wave. But instead of bartender, I clean and help bring in shipments."

"You aren't? Man, that job sounds suckish."

"Hey, it's money. What about you? Where's that other place you got."

"Supermarket. I know a bagger who can get you a job stocking shelves."

"That beats cleaning toilets anyday, but, I can't. I'd rather not be seen if you know what I mean."

"Huh? Not really, why not?"

"My parents, for one, too awkward; and the hours might be gruelling when put with my school schedule."

Andre intones for a reason Rocky is unsure of. "I think I understand, but hey, we get to work together! Are you feeling the love?"

"Ahaha, I'm feeling it." Spotting Celia walk back in, he says quickly. "I gotta go, thanks for caring. Bye."

"Bye." He hung up.

"Miss Armstrong," He called to the woman.

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By the time Rocky got to the dorm he was beat. He'd forgotten all about going to his grandfather's with Robbie for dinner, until he saw said guest dressing. "Shoot."

"Aah!" Robbie jumped out of his skin.

Laughing Rocky sits up. "Why are you so jumpy?"

"Why are you always acting like a cat, all stealth-like and unnoticable until you say something. It's very rude."

Rocky only laughed and lamely says. "Sorry." Taking in his lover's appearance he tilted his head. "Hm... You look good. But a tie?"

"Well, I don't know! This is important and I don't wanna screw it up."

Rocky's happy mood changed instantly as he recognized something was wrong. "Robbie... what is it? It can't really be about going to my grandfather's that's got you bugged. So what is it?"

"It... it is going to your grandfather's. He loves you and he wants to meet me, and see that I'm right for you, and... shit, I usually suck when people read me. What if he says: "You must go now"? I don't know how to handle that. He's all you've got as far as family goes right now, and I don't wanna put you through anymore."

Smiling Rocky grabbed his boyfriend by the back of his neck. "Trust me, my grandfather will like you - and not just because he's kind and likes everybody. You've got a great aura; how I'm the only one who sees that, is beyond me."

Robbie shrugged. "Should I lose the tie?"

At first he was going to say, yes, but looking at those puppy dog eyes he couldn't bring himself to. "No. The tie looks great, plus, we could maybe have some fun with it later."

That perked up the nervous teen. "Then let's get going before my thoughts get the better of me again."

"Right."

The two drove along with nothing said between them; not even the radio was on to give some sound to the silence. Then, out of nowhere - as it usually is - a grin broke-out over Robbie's face.

"Pull over; let's do it." He mimed that he's undoing his pants because he's in that much of a hurry.

Rolling his eyes, Rocky says. "What is it this time?"

Robbie gets hot for him over the weirdest reasons. He'd once said: "Hmm" while doing an assignment, and they ended up in the entry way of the closet. Then there was that other time when they were eating at tThe Cafeteria - the small inexpensive restaurant beside the college; Rocky had set his fork onto his napkin and that warrented a roll around - which the ninja did not get why. But that the anticipation was there over something so simple, Rocky began to wonder if maybe Robbie was just sexually broken, and using any excuse he could to cover it up.

"I just noticed," he reached over grabbing a handful of Rocky's hair. "You're growing your hair back out."

Blushing Rocky says as off-hand as he could muster. "You said that you liked it long; and you've been really good to me, so, I thought I should at least give in to one of your many inane request."

"Inane? How dare you." He continued to brush his fingers through the dirty-blond strands until satisfied. "I'll have you know that I'm not a sexual person, you're just so damned attractive with - everything you do. Thanks for ruining my life." He tried to hide a smirk while looking out the window in a huff.

Rocky shook his head knowing his boyfriend is only pretending to be upset.

And, sure enough, not long after he again says. "Pull over!"

"Robbie it's not gonna happen!" Rocky declared through a chuckle.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, orphan;" Pointing out the window, he explained. "I wanna get donuts. Come on."

"Fine."

Rocky pulled over, and they were back on the road a moment later with hot donuts. Grandpa was more than happy to see the treat brought for him, and he spared no expense in giving Robbie the third degree. However, the scrutinized stood up to every question or challange. It was actually really cute watching the two of them interact; Rocky hasn't seen his grandfather this animated since his finding out that he has a grandson. By the time his grandfather said: "arm wrestle" Rocky called the two to a stop.

"You should work on your weight," He says to Robbie while giving him thirds of dinner. "If I wanted to toss you, I'd of thrown you clear through the wall."

"Yes, Mr. Shintaro. But don't you think you could chuck me through a wall regardless?" He retorted, meaning the man's natural size.

Mori laughed. "None of this Mr. Shintaro, call me Mori."

"You got it." Robbie smiled at More, then says. "Thanks for dinner, by the way."

"It's not a problem; thank you for putting a smile on my grandson's face." Replied the elderly man before his attention shifts over to the clock for the sixth time that night.

"What? Are you expecting someone?" Rocky asked, half thinking that his grandfather foolishly called his parents to set up a situation.

"I hope you boys don't get offended, but, I wanted to see a movie tonight with a friend of mine."

"Oooh, ditching us, huh? This friend must be a lady friend, then." Says Robbie wriggling his dark brows.

Mori turned beet red before standing. "I'll take a donut with me. Don't let anyone in the house, while I'm out."

"Grampa, I'm twenty one."

"Right. Well, I'll always see you as that young boy who could barely get his foot to meet my stomach because his legs weren't long enough."

"Aaaww, little shorty." Robbie says pinching his lover's cheek.

Blushing, Rocky waves his grandfather off. "Didn't you say you had a movie to get to."

Mori snickers as he walked off into his room to change. Robbie couldn't help the tears that formed in his eyes. Rocky noticed the unfallen emotions, reaching out a hand he holds his lover's.

"He's awesome, Rock', don't ever let him go."

"I don't plan to."

"I'll help clean the dishes. Then, how 'bout we find something to do while he's out."

"Sounds like a plan."

The two cleaned up rather quickly; and, decided not to watch a movie - since they'd only have a short time together; Rocky remembered that Robbie was going to a party with Darren; and in all honesty, it seemed like a good idea for his boyfriend to go. He might make friends there. But as for himself going... he wasn't sure if he wanted to face Darren yet - after all he's told the guy. It'd still be awkward for him, knowing that someone else knows. It was about the forth time Robbie sniffled that Rocky finally asked.

"Are you all right?" He closed the cabinet after drying the last plate. "You've been acting really funny since yesterday."

"I'm fine, I think I might have the sniffles or something." Stuffing his hands into his pockets he casually wondered. "Would it be alright if I used the bathroom?"

Blinking Rocky shook his head. "No, I'd prefer it if you peed yourself." He snickered; walking into the living room he took a seat. "It's over there, first door."

"Thanks." He dashed off as though he's been holding it since they left the school.

That only made Rocky laugh a little more. "Weirdo." Looking about the room, he got up to grab a few things to create a mood. If he knows Robbie - and he does - he'll wanna makeout or something.

In the bathroom, Robbie crouched to the floor and allowed himself to cry a bit. He feels so guilty that he can hardly keep it together to have enjoyed the nice dinner he had with Rocky and his grandfather.

'Stop it, Robbie, this is stupid... Why the hell would you be unhappy now?' He coached himself. 'You're hardly in a place to be upset; you love Rocky, don't you? You're not self-serving; you're together for the both of you. Now suck it up.' Wiping his tears with his hands, he then splashed some water on his face then dried it. Checking his reflection he nods approval of his appearance before exiting the bathroom. The instant he stepped out, he smiled. "Mmm, pie - let's eat." He took a seat next to Rocky.

Shaking his head, Rocky held up a candle.

"Mmm a candle - let's make shadow puppets."

"Ahaha. I don't think it's dark enough for that."

Noticing the the difference in Rocky's voice Robbie's mouth dropped. "Aaaw you've got candy!?"

"Last piece." Rocky says standing from the couch only to be grabbed around his waist and kissed deeply. So deeply in-fact his candy was removed without his knowing it.

"Bleh!" He says after he stole a few sucks of the last piece of candy. Taking it from his mouth, he held Rocky's hand placing the candy into it. "What kind of candy is that?"

"Carmelo de leche." Rocky shrugged, making a disgusted face at the discarded candy. Going into the kitchen he dropped it into the trash, then washed his hand. "Wanna go sit on the roof with me, we can look at the stars?"

"Yeah. I haven't seen the stars in ages, what with all the city lights."

"It's this way," he climbed the winding iron stairs to his, and his brother's, borrowed bedroom, when they visit over the summer.

Following, he took in the new bit of the house. "You guys sleep up here?"

"Mhm. I'd usually be in the middle, Colt liked the edge; he could peek over the sides, and Tum prefered the wall because he was sure he'd fall any place else." Taking a moment to sit in the room he pointed out the places. "I always liked playing cards up here; we'd sleep on futons and shared a blanket until we were teens." He shrugged.

"Sweet." He looked overhead the over his shoulder.

"Come on, and be careful; I don't want you splattered on the ground from falling off the roof."

"Hey, I'm like a cat." He waved off the warning going out the window after his boyfriend. It wasn't so far down, but he still felt a little nervous and quickly climbed up onto the flat of the roof.

The sky was gorgeous; stars littered it, glittering brightly; bits of tree in their view, making some of the scenery play peek-a-boo when the wind blew gently by. It was really breathtaking.

"Rocky, can I admit something to you?"

"Sure."

"I... I feel guilty, because I wanted you to... I don't know what I wanted really, but.. I'm sorry, for not telling you."

"What?"

"I knew that... you and I would be together."

"You knew? What do you mean?"

"That we'd be a couple... that time back when you kept getting bad headaches; and I offered a massage; I kissed you, because, when I touched you... I saw you and me together - sexually, together and I couldn't help myself, so I kissed you."

Rocky didn't know how to take that, really. It was just sort of... weird to mention.

"The funny thing was, I thought it was a crock because I'd never seen the place that we were, when we were doing it. But, being here, I know now that it was your grandfather's home."

Sitting up, he looked down at his fortuneteller boyfriend. "Here? That's some gift, to see this far."

"I feel like an ass, because, I feel responsible for all the things you've lost.. just because I wanted to date you."

"And that's what's been bothering you?"

"Kinda. There is something else..."

"Don't worry about it, really, I'm fine - in-fact, I've never been better. ...Don't you believe me?"

Casting his glance towards Rocky, he smiled. "I believe you."

"Good." He smiled in mirror. "Jackass, you'd defile me in my second home."

"You were the one who started it."

"I doubt it!" He shoved Robbie on the side. "And what would happen if I decided not to do it with you?"

"Oh, we'd do it someplace else; my visions are always like that." Cocking a brow he says teasingly. "Your grandfather does have that hot tub, I see." He sat up looking over the roof.

"You're sick." He laughed heartily. "No, we're not getting in the hot tub. If this is unavoidable, then we'll go in the bedroom."

"Good, doing it outside would creep me out."

Rocky slipped back into the window, going downstairs to retrieve the futons. Robbie took a seat on the bare floor then called out. "We'd better stay in the middle, I don't wanna feel like I'm laying on Colt," He shuddered like he'd been touched with a case of the cooties. He grabbed the top of the futon, that appeared at the stairs, pulling it up and rolling it out.

"Well, strip, let's get this over with."

"Don't make it so romantic." He laughed unbuttoning.

Undoing his jeans, he noded. "Its romantic, its always romantic."

And it was... Romantic. The slower the better, they say; and Robbie was very meticulous about it all. It was like making up for the swept-up rush of it all back when they'd had sex the first time. It was nice to make up for the hurried need of being together they had the second time; it made up for all the playful ways they'd done it when things were just silly and sweet. It made up for dirty and quick needs that tore through them from time to time. And it made up for all the pain they had to endure, because no one wanted to understand them - even a little bit - and they think that hurting is funny.

It was hard to breathe in that kind of love. But, they wanted to the lightheadedness; they wanted to fly away from it all, to a place where only they're allowed to be. No one can ever see you when you're in your intimate place; whether you're having sex or just sitting on a park bench enjoying a held hand. No one can be there, even if they can see it. And when it was all done they slept soundly... too soundly, for Rocky... because a storm had woken him up with a violent bang of thunder. It sounded like something had been hit. Looking around, he wondered where Robbie had gone? Until he realized that he must have gone to the party.

Checking his watch he saw that it's nearly midnight. He thought about going back to sleep, but the sound of his phone ringing called his attention before he could close his eyes again. Fishing around in his jeans' pocket he pulled it out.

"Hello?"

"Rocky, it's Colt."

"Colt, hey what's up?"

"Rocky... it's Robbie..."