Devil's Last Dream

by BlackBeauty613

*HIATUS* Sequel to God's First Nightmare. With Troy and Brandon back as friends, life's never been fuller of love and opportunity. But how will that change once the two start recieving threats from their past that could ruin everything they've worked for? Troyella AU, rated for language, sex, rape, and graphic self-injury.

25. When Two Become One

Yay, I'm relearning how to update on time again! Haha, now only if it would get me more reviews...

Chapter 25 – When Two Become One

"Chad, that's not a damn arm hole! Take it off before you rip it!"

An irritated grumble made itself known from inside the white satin tuxedo vest that Chad had stupidly attempted to pull over his large head. As Brandon helped him slide it back off, he mumbled back to Troy. "I almost had it, thank you very much…"

Once Brandon had the vest in his hands completely, he held it up to show his friend the entire front side of it. "These," he pointed to the multiple white buttons, "are here for a reason. They're helping, not hurting, so try it again."

Chad snatched it from Brandon's hands. "I know what they are; I was just getting it on faster."

Brandon, amused, held up his hands in defense. "Hey, as long as you're happy. I wasn't aware that you could afford to rip and then buy an $80 vest, man. My mistake." Chad shot another annoyed glare his way.

Troy rolled his eyes from the other side of the dressing rooms of Express Men as he shrugged on his black tux coat. He had decided on and reserved this suit three weeks ago, but still came back twice a week to make sure that it still fit. Gabriella kept telling him that it was just Spring Fling, not Prom. He replied with saying that he was treating it like the Prom, as he and Brandon did with Homecoming in the beginning of the school year. They would treat every dance like the most important one of the year, their excuse being "it's for the girls." The real reason? They wanted every dance to count, no matter how informal it was. This was their senior year in high school, the last and most vital of all their schooling. They had to leave a legacy behind them for future seniors, like James and Gabriele.

Brandon still hadn't spoken to either of them since his last encounters. One reason being that there had been no sign of James for the past two weeks and he didn't feel like snooping any further into their fight. Brandon hoped he wasn't caught and arrested; he didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve any of it. Sure, he probably could've sat down with Gabriele and Crystal and gotten both sides of the story, but hadn't Brandon made the same mistake with Troy six years ago? He understood James almost completely. Brandon planned to chat with him again when he came back. Not if he came back, he internally told himself over and over again, when. He had to keep the hope alive for all three of them.

Troy spun himself around in the mirror slowly, letting his eyes flow over every knick and corner of the black suit. He ran his fingers over the skinny silk tie that cascaded over his built chest and under the buttoned coat. He grimaced. He really had to get back to the gym and work out double time if he wanted that flab under his arm to vanish before tomorrow night. A few crunches wouldn't hurt, either…

He felt a sharp flick on the back of his head. As he quickly spun around to glare at Brandon, he heard him scold "Stop thinking like that. You sound like Gabriella after Thanksgiving dinner."

Troy's eyes narrowed. "There's a difference. Even if she put on a few pounds, Gabriella would still be gorgeous."

Coming in from the shopping area, Zeke feigned heart warmth by placing a hand on his chest and fluttering his eyes quickly. "Aww, that's almost as sweet as Mr. Montez's apple crisp."

Brandon froze for a second and then turned on his heels to give Zeke a puzzled look. "What?"

Zeke arched an eyebrow while hanging a purple vest on a dressing room door hook. "What? I thought that you of all people would've at least tasted it."

"I have. When did you?"

Zeke recalled "Remember yesterday when us guys went over to your place after school to work on Darbus's drama project? He was helping your mom with dinner and started making desert when we got down there," His eyes drifted off into his own little cooking fantasy, leaving the others to chuckle at his face. "That man is my kitchen hero. Oh, the things he can do with cinnamon and oatmeal…"

Chad once again rolled his eyes. "Baylor, snap out of it before you jizz on the floor."

Zeke shot a dirty look his way before stepping into the dressing cubicle. "Ha-ha, very funny, curly-q. Like you have any plans on what you want to do with yourself after college."

Chad shrugged, dusting imaginary debris off of his coat. "I don't, but I do have plans for tomorrow night. That's good enough for me." He grinned slyly into the mirror and used the nails of his pointer fingers to brush his facial hair into place.

"Oh yeah?" Brandon questioned, "Like what?"

The basketball star kept the smile on his full lips and boldly stated "Like turning my girlfriend from a valedictorian teenager into the woman I know is in there. That's what, Sherlock."

The three males outside the cubicles were suddenly bombarded with a booming laugh come from Zeke's stall. "HA!!!" he howled, "good luck with that one, Danforth!"

Brandon had turned his full attention to the half smug, half annoyed man in front of him. "Are you serious?!"

Chad nodded. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Troy took a few steps closer to his second best friend and carefully advised "Whoa, back up a second there, Chad. You don't want to rush anything with a relationship, especially when it comes to sex."

Chad cocked another eyebrow. "Are you really giving me advice on keeping my virginity?"

Troy rolled his eyes. "Chad, I'm serious. You know Taylor better than any of us, and even we know that she won't just jump in head first into giving herself up to you."

"Give me one reason."

"You're always fighting." Came Zeke's voice from the stall. Chad gritted his teeth in frustration. "You've got one more time, Zeke…"

Brandon adjusted his jacket sleeve while he gave his input. "He's right, you know. You two remind me of my parents when they were still married. And don't you think that Taylor's been acting like a fully grown woman since before she even hit puberty?"

Chad shrugged again. "Yeah, but I'm surprised that it lasted this long. She is dating me, anyway."

"Exactly. She's a strong girl, so it should be extra easy to resist you."

"Pfft," Chad huffed back, "who would want to resist this?" He motioned toward his rock-solid frame in the full length mirror in front of him.

"Keep telling yourself that, buddy," Brandon surrendered, "I'll keep an eye out for you on the news when you suddenly go missing. We'll find you buried alive with all of the other rapists."

A spark suddenly flashed through Troy's bright eyes. Checking himself out once again, he questioned "Speaking of the news, did any of you watch it this morning?"

"No," Brandon replied, adjusting his tie which was identical to Troy's, "why, anything remotely interesting?"

Troy cocked an eyebrow. "Sure, if you call Brick turning himself in after seven years on the run interesting."

Brandon wouldn't exactly call his reflexes terrible; they were quite advanced compared to everyone else's in fact, just like his math skills. It was something that he had developed after five years of endless war with his best friend since birth. Troy would always pop up from around a corner or right behind his back and Brandon noticed his response getting faster and faster year after year. Very little physically surprised him anymore, weather it be a misguided step in one of his students' dance steps or his father's playful punches to the arm.

One mention of the notorious Wolf family, though, and he was completely intangible without as much as another heartbeat.

Troy's eyebrows furrowed at the sight of his practical blood sibling's hand jerk, pulling the tie as tightly around his neck as possible. Brandon didn't even seem to notice the blood flow ceasing to flow to his frozen brain.

"Brandon, snap out of it!" Troy desperately pleaded, drawing the teen's tie loose to hang down his chest like free trash. With another pound to the back, Brandon was somewhat shaken from his bemusement and back to the real world. A world where the man who had used to beset them to an extreme turned himself in. Brick had turned himself in?

Are you shitting me?

"What did you say?" Brandon croaked after thinking the same phrase over and over again in his foggy head.

With another look of concern, Troy continued "My dad was watching the news this morning before I head out and I heard them say his name. When I started paying more attention, I saw his mug shot and clip of him being escorted into the county prison. Brick's gone, guys. He's actually done with us."

By now, Zeke had let himself out of his cubicle and was joining his fellow classmates in staring gob-smacked at Troy. "Are you serious?"

Troy bobbed his head heavily. "I'm dead serious. Unless he's making a ridiculous effort to trick us, I think he really means it this time. We're free."

"He blew up a mall, dude." Zeke reminded him.

Troy lifted his arm in a one-arm shrug. "What's so hard about throwing a bunch of grenades around? This time, he'd have to actually break out of one of the most heavily guarded places in New Mexico."

"What's so hard about that?" Chad quarried, "he's a Wolf. His uncle had to have taught him something in his days."

"Did you see him this morning? The man must have gained another half of his already insane weight. He had muscles in places thought couldn't be reached."

Brandon's shaky fingers began hastily unbuttoning his jacket. He didn't want to have to explain as to why it was soaked in his nervous sweat to the manager.

Even though it sounded miles away, he heard Zeke's voice comment. "Wow, just as I was forgetting about him, you manage to bring him back up again. Good going, Hoops…"

Troy's eye-rolling was practically a scream to Brandon's ears. "Well, I'm sorry if I just wanted to give you a heads up on what happened to the dude who could've killed half of us. I'm going straight to Hell, aren't I—Brandon, are you sure you're okay?"

Brandon's face was covered in a thin sheen of sweat that was impossible to go unnoticed by his friends. "Peachy…" he whispered back.

"You look like someone just told you that Isabelle was raped, dude, what's up?"

The mention of his soul mate in any kind of deadly jeopardy didn't help things in the slightest. After wincing, he gulped down what little saliva his fear had left him and murmured "I'm fine, seriously."

"Bullshit, Sherlock, what's your damage?" Troy leaned against the cubicle door and shoved his hands into his pockets. His jacket was opened as well and his tie was loosely secured around his thick neck with his long bangs hanging in his shining eyes, as they usually did. If the girls were present, they would go bananas over his model figure but to Brandon, he was just another object in the room. He could be cardboard cutout for all he was paying attention. Nothing really registered in his head right now.

Brandon shrugged. "Honestly, I'm good. Just caught me off guard, that's all."

Troy's eyes narrowed again. "How could you be caught off guard? You don't see any of us reacting like that."

Now it was Brandon's turn to roll his eyes. "I'm not you, Troy; you know that we're not exactly alike."

"We're close enough."

The agitation growing in his brain seemed to push some feeling back into Brandon's body. He sighed heavily. "I don't have time for this right now, Troy. I'm fine. You know that, I know that, everyone knows it, okay? Now if you don't mind," he grabbed his clothes from the hook and stepped back into the cubicle, "I have somewhere much more important to be right now."

The brunette checked his watch. "What are you talking about? Izzy's not supposed to get here for another four hours."

He heard Brandon huff hastily from inside the changing area. "Have you seen my place lately? It's a pigsty. There's no way I'm having the love of my life in my house while it's in this shape. She's not a damn hobo, for God's sake."

Troy snorted. "Now look who's sounding like Gabby…"

Brandon tore the plastic door open with an irritated glare and hung the tux back up on the rack. "Again, I don't have time for your little quirks coming from your pea of a brain. The sweet smell of bathroom cleaner and Febreeze is calling my name, so," Brandon snatched his keys from inside his jean pockets and jiggled them in front of Troy's humored face, "Sayonara, idiots."

Chad also emerged from his changing stall, a confused look coating his dark face. "That doesn't sound too French-ey. Are you sure you got that word right?"

Brandon rolled his eyes for the last time before remarking "You know what they say, Chad: those who ask too many questions only get more, therefore never getting answered."

Chad was silent for a few seconds, shifting his eyes as they contracted slowly. He finally looked back up to Brandon and cocked his head to the side. "What?"

Without another word, Brandon just waved and headed out to his car to prepare for a night that he assured would be the best of his life. He could feel it.

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Brandon took a deep breath and looked around the dim-lighted room. It was, for once, completely spotless and fresh due to many hours of his hard labor and careful maintenance. The window beside the couch was cracked just a little to let a light breeze flow through the warm room and spread the scent of roses around the entire house. There were no loose papers or school books in sight; he had tucked them all away in his computer desk up in his room. Nothing was out of place. He smiled. It was perfect.

The doorbell finally rang. Brandon grinned and coolly walked over to the front door. He opened it and was automatically engulfed in a tight hug from a blonde body clad in a black satin halter top and destroyed jeans. Laughing, Brandon lifted her off of her feet and closed the door with his bare foot. The girl whispered "Hey, Brandon."

Brandon leaned in and caught her lips in a sweet, passionate kiss, surprised that his knees didn't give out from the extra weight and amount of love in the kiss.

When he separated them, he leaned his forehead against hers and whispered "Hey, Isabelle."

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Ten minutes later, Brandon and Isabelle found themselves curled up on the couch, feeding each other strawberries and whipped cream. Isabelle smiled as Brandon held up a strawberry to her mouth and joked "Here comes the choo-choo train."

Isabelle laughed at his childish mood and accepted the sweet treat through her lightly glossed lips. She purposely tilted her head downward, resulting in getting whipped cream on her nose and upper lip. She sarcastically gasped and said "Oh my. It seems I've gotten whipped cream on my face. Whoever shall help me get rid of it?"

Brandon grinned and slightly laughed at her seductive act. "I think I could be of assistance." With that said he leaned forward and slowly licked the cream off of her nose. He moved down, but this time, kissed the mess off of her lip.

Isabelle smiled and pulled back, nodding. "Thank you for your help."

Brandon spoke up. "Oh, Izzy, I think I see more whipped cream on your face."

Isabelle, sure that Brandon had gotten it all off, concerned "Where?"

Brandon leaned forward and murmured "Right..." He captured her lips in another kiss, making it the 15th one that they had shared that night. "...there." he finished when they had separated.

Isabelle rolled her eyes, but smiled. She lied back in the sofa and let her head fall into her boyfriend's chest. "I love you, Brandon." She whispered.

Brandon planted his lips firmly on her forehead and murmured back "Want me to show you how much I love you?"

"Is that a suggestion?"

Brandon laughed. "Yes, but not for what you think."

Isabelle nodded. "Than go ahead."

Brandon stood up from his comfy spot on the couch and walked over to a dark corner in the room. He walked back to Isabelle within seconds, whose heart skipped a beat. "A guitar?" she gasped, staring at the wooden instrument in his hands.

Brandon smiled. "Yeah. I learned how to play over the last few months. I asked Troy and Jason to teach me because I wanted to show how I can wait forever for you."

"Brandon, you didn't." Isabelle's mouth fell agape, a faint pool of realization falling over her.

"I was wrong," He grinned. "Simple Plan does know how to make a girl go insane, especially mine."

Isabelle smiled as Brandon started playing familiar notes on the guitar. His warm eyes connected with and never left hers as he sang...

"You look so beautiful today
When you're sitting there,
It's hard for me to look away
So I try to find the words that I could say
I know distance doesn't matter,
But you feel so far away

And I can't lie
But every time I leave,
My heart turns grey
And I wanna come back home
To see your face tonight
'Cause I just can't take it

Another day without you with me
Is like a blade that cuts right through me
But I can wait, I can wait forever
When you call, my heart stops beating
When you're gone, it won't stop bleeding
But I can wait, I can wait forever

You look so beautiful today
It's like every time I turn around,
I see your face
The thing I miss the most is
Waking up next to you
When I look into your eyes
Man, I wish that I could stay

And I can't lie
But every time I leave
My heart turns grey
And I wanna come back home
To see your face tonight
'Cause I just can't take it

Another day without you with me
Is like a blade that cuts right through me
But I can wait, I can wait forever
When you call, my heart stops beating
When you're gone, it won't stop bleeding
But I can wait
I can wait
I can wait forever

I know it feels like forever
I guess that's just the price I gotta pay
But when I come back home
To feel your touch
It makes it better
Till that day
There's nothing else that I can do
And I just can't take it

Another day without you with me
Is like a blade that cuts right through me
But I can wait
I can wait forever
When you call, my heart stops beating
When you're gone, it won't stop bleeding
But I can wait
I can wait
I can wait forever

I can wait forever
I can wait forever
I can wait for the day,
'Cause you're gonna come back to me now
I can wait forever
I can wait forever
I can wait forever…"

As Brandon strummed the last notes, he noticed a few teardrops on his guitar (Irony anyone?). He brushed the tears away from Isabelle's eyes and cheeks and, setting the guitar down on the floor, pulled her onto his lap. She whimpered into his chest and managed to choke out "T-thank you s-so much! I loved it."

Brandon smiled and kissed away the fresh tears falling down her flushed face. "Thanks. You said that you loved musicians once, didn't you?"

Isabelle nodded after gaining some sense of control over her tears. "Yeah, but that was months ago in a small conversation. You remembered?"

Brandon smiled. "I remember everything you say. Like how your best friend in California is Brooke Underwood. Your most prized possession is your antique 'Origin' CD by Evanescence. Your favorite color is a mix of blue and purple or as you like to call it, 'Pue'. Your favorite sport is lacrosse; your most treasured memory is when you were in Disney World with Troy, Sarah, and the parents when you were twelve. You've only been in love twice; once with a guy named Tyler who cheated on you and the second, with me."

Isabelle stared at her boyfriend of ten months in pure awe. "You remembered all of that?"

Brandon nodded with a light smile and answered "I also remember you saying that you wanted a boyfriend who listened to you. How'd I do in that category?"

Isabelle didn't reply. She threw her arms around Brandon's neck and crushed her lips against his as Brandon immediately responded, pulling her as close to his body as possible while she pushed his back against the couch. Isabelle, without leaving Brandon's lips, got up from her spot and fixed herself on his lap, now straddling him while feeling him wrapping his arms around her waist and running his fingers up and down her back. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip and felt her mouth open, letting him slide his tongue in and rubbing against her teeth and deep within the corners of her mouth.

His journey ended when he felt her tangle their tongues together, fighting for dominance. Brandon fell back for a short second for air before re-attaching his lips to hers, hearing her moan loudly when he lightly bit her tongue.

He then moved on from her mouth to her neck. He immediately bit down on the soft flesh and ran his tongue over it, as if leaving his mark to tell everyone "Back off! She's mine!" As every bite became harder, Isabelle gripped his powerful shoulders and tried to hold back the moan that was trying to escape her throat, but couldn't. Brandon grinned against her skin and just as he finished with another dark mark, he felt her fingers slowly making their way up his shirt and run the sharp nails across his rock-hard abs.

Brandon mentally shrugged and let his hand roam up the back of her blouse, feeling the baby-soft surface of her skin. He smiled against Isabelle's lips when he felt the small trickles of sweat forming on her skin. She wasn't the only one getting excited...

However, he nearly passed out when he felt her hands leave his toned stomach and reach for the buttons of his shirt. She undid three of the six before Brandon pushed the both of them off of the couch and onto their feet having Isabelle turn around and use the couch to help wrap her legs around his waist. Brandon draped his arms underneath her butt to support her. He quickly walked them over to the staircase and, keeping their lips glued together, used the wall to help him walk up the stairs to his room. He impatiently fiddled with the knob before finally getting it to open for them. As soon as the two were in the room, Brandon quickly shut the door and locked it, knowing that just in case his mom or Gabriella came home early, they wouldn't want to see this.

After gently laying her down in the middle of his bed and climbing on top of her, Brandon felt around his bedside table blindly before finally grabbing his stereo remote. He reluctantly pulled away from Isabelle and breathed "Music?" Isabelle nodded, also out of breath.

While Brandon skimmed through the music, Isabelle finished unbuttoning his shirt and threw it to the floor to be quickly forgotten. Brandon let the remote also drop to the carpet as "Take Me Under" by Three Days Grace erupted from the speakers.

Before he let Isabelle kiss him again, Brandon breathlessly asked her "Are you s-sure you want to do this?"

Isabelle smiled at his concern and stroked his blushing cheek, moving some of his black bangs out of his sparkling auburn eyes. "I've never been surer of anything in my entire life. I love you, Brandon, and I want you to be my first. I trust you."

Brandon smiled at her desperately truthful words. He nodded and, swooping down, kissed her waiting lips while struggling with the halter string on the back of her neck. Isabelle giggled. "Problem?"

Brandon shrugged and answered in between kisses. "Just...a...little."

Isabelle, running her fingers up and down his muscular chest, replied "Well you better hurry up if you want to see my surprise..."

Now totally motivated, Brandon's eyes widened and his fingers flew in trying to undo the damn knot that was in between him and his girlfriend's nearly naked chest. When he finally succeeded the task, he slowly slid it off of her neck and down her shoulders, softly kissing the trail of skin along the way and producing more moans from her.

"Take it off…" She whispered in his ear, letting her fingers tangle themselves in his shaggy locks. Brandon willingly followed orders and quickly, but carefully, lifted the blouse over her head, only leaving her lips for a second to let the shirt come over her face. Once the black fabric became a puddle on the floor, Brandon pulled back to admire her strapless, lacy, baby blue bra.

"Now that is what I call lingerie," Leaning down, Brandon let his lips fall onto the soft, glowing skin that covered her chest and showered kisses all the way down to in between her cleavage. When he pushed himself back up, something sharp grazed his unsuspecting abdomen.

"What the..." Brandon confusingly started to ask his girlfriend, who just grinned knowingly. Brandon looked down at her lower stomach and gasped at the sparkling string of diamonds that he didn't notice a few seconds ago. "You got your belly button pierced?" he concluded, looking back up at her with a small smile.

Isabelle shrugged. "Brooke dragged me to the parlor and practically demanded that I have mine done, too. Now enough talking. Where were we?"

Brandon grinned and whispered "I think I can remember..." He returned to her lips and kissed her so hard, his sensitive mouth began to sore. Giving himself a break, Brandon revisited the trail that he had kissed only minutes ago and this time, extended it to all the way down her flat stomach to her belly button. Brandon was about to go back up when he decided to have a little more fun and tease his girlfriend. He took all three diamonds in his mouth and ran his tongue down into her belly button, having her gasp in shock and arch highly into him.

He let the jewelry out and climbed back on top of her, latching his lips to hers once again in a gentle kiss and letting her know that they could still stop at any given time. However, he figured that she didn't want to when she quickly deepened it.

This was it. Now there would finally be a point to all of the flirting they did during their nightly phone calls and short monthly visits. Now Brandon could spend more time thinking about college or dance moves instead of what it would feel like to have his first sexual high. They were both finally taking the next step in their innocent relationship. They were losing their virginity to each other.

"I love you, Isabelle." Brandon murmured into her lips, finally finding her bra clasp, unhooking it, and sliding the garment off of her body.

"I love you too, Brandon..."

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You can use your imagination for what happens that night :D

I wrote the "sex scene" at around 3:00AM in the beginning of summer last year and the only thing that kept me from falling asleep was the heat in the room rising...jk.

REVIEW!!! Thnx :)

~Rachel :)

Sneak at Next Chapter:

- Someone finds out about Brandon and Isabelle sleeping together

"This is not what it looks like." Brandon pathetically defended himself and the sleeping beauty beside him.

"Yeah," -- nodded "I think it is."

Brandon took a deep breath and hung his head. Busted…

- It's Spring Fling Night at East High!

Trivia:

- I wrote this scene at 3:00 in the morning on June 18th 2008 because I was bored and restless

- The song that Brandon sings to Isabelle is "I Can Wait Forever" by Simple Plan

- My first choices were to have him sing "Inseparable" and/or "When You Look Me in the Eyes" by the Jonas Brothers

- Isabelle's most prized possession is her Evanescence CD. That's my most prized possession as well. Barely anyone has it since only about 1,500 copies were released and it's not on iTunes, so don't even check. It's a CD of songs that the band recorded as demos

- Isabelle's most treasured memory is my most treasured memory from the summer of 2007. Me, Arthur, my dad, and my cousin, Carl, went to Orlando, Florida for a week at the beginning of summer

- Purple and blue mixed together is my favorite color. It mostly goes by the name "Blurple" but I changed it up and made it funnier

- My favorite sport is lacrosse, so I made it Isabelle's

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REVIEW!!! Thnx :)

~Rachel :)