It seemed like barely a few minutes had passed before Glen and Hunter showed up. But the clock said differently. It was nearing 2 am, almost two hours since Scott and Shawn left Kevin laying on the floor of his room a bloody mess. The knock had been soft and had almost gone unheard. When Shawn opened the door, Hunter was the first one through, his eyes flicking back and forth between Shawn and Scott. Something was wrong, he could feel it; neither man would met his gaze. Once Glen stepped through the door, Hunter's worried frown morphed into a choked back laugh as Scott launched himself at Glen.

With a startled 'oomph' the two went to floor. He looked over and seen Shawn watching the two with a small smile, his eyes tearing up. Hunter moved over and pulled Shawn close. They watched silently as Scott tried to shower Glen's face with kisses only to be pushed back like one would an overactive puppy. It didn't deter him, he just tried harder and was soon rewarded with Glen capturing his lips and kissing him until he was dizzy.

"Well that's one way to deal with Scott." Hunter said dryly as Glen got back to his feet; Scott practically wrapped around him.

Shawn punched Hunter playfully in the arm while Scott stuck his tongue out. Glen rolled his eyes but hugged Scott close. The lightened mood wasn't to last long, there were things that needed to be said and they needed to be said now. He pulled Shawn over to the bed and dropped down, holding Shawn close. With a deep breath he started.

"Glen. We need to know everything." He said quietly.

"Why? It's in the past. It can't be undone."

"Glen. Please. For me?" Scott pleaded softly as he kissed Glen's neck.

"All we know is the abridged version Glen. But we want to know it all. We're your friends Glen."

"I can't." He maintained stubbornly.

"Why not? It's not like it's going to change the way we think about you." Shawn threw in, watching as pain rippled across Glen's face.

"What do you want to know? Hmmmm. That Kevin raped me. Left me bloody and used on the floor twice? That he tried to do it again. That he basically kidnapped Mark and I, tying us both so that we couldn't escape? Do you want to hear about how Mark begged me to fuck him while he was tied up? I did! And I enjoyed it! Is that what you wanted to hear? That I take pleasure in taking someone that can't move a muscle to stop me? I'm no better than Kevin." He finished his outburst with a sob.

Silence reigned in the room, Glen's choked breathing the only sound. Hunter, Shawn and Scott traded concerned glances before turning their attention to Glen. Scott wrapped his arms around Glen's neck and Shawn moved over and knelt down in front of him, taking Glen's hands between his own. Hunter moved to the back of the chair, placing his hands on Glen's shaking shoulders.

"Hey now. So you like to tie people up. It's not that big a deal." Hunter said, trying to inject some sort of light feel to the situation. "I tie Shawn up every once and while."

"That's not all." Glen laughed bitterly before continuing. "I like to cause them pain. I like to watch them writhe in pain as I take them. Their pained screams and cries turn me on even more."

"That's a lie." Scott said as he pulled back to stare in Glen's eyes. "When you came and seen me, you didn't hurt me."

"You couldn't walk the next morning." Glen argued.

"I'd call that a good night." Hunter added.

"I did." Scott grinned up at him before turning his attention back to Glen. "Glen you didn't hurt me. When I stiffened at the first entry, you stilled until I was fine. If you liked pain then you wouldn't have done that. You would have continued. But you didn't. You've never hurt me."

"That's because I can't hurt you." Glen sighed as he ran his fingers down Scott's cheek. "There's something about you….I just can't do it. But, I-I've hurt Mark. And I took pleasure in it."

"Glen, what has Mark done to you?" Shawn asked silently.

"Nothing."

"Then why were you so despondent there for awhile? Don't be afraid of telling us."

"I don't know. After we split…I hurt, and I hurt badly. Mark came to me that first night and we, well we messed around. Afterwards I just felt cold, like it didn't matter anymore."

Hunter's booming laugh killed the serious moment and it doubled in volume when Shawn, Scott, and Glen turned their heads to look at him

"What's so funny Hunt?" Shawn demanded. "Glen's pouring his heart out to us. I never would have thought you were so callous as to laugh at someone else's pain."

"No, no, no. I'm not laughing at what happened. In fact I'm rather pissed off at Kevin and I think I might hunt him down here soon. What I'm laughing at is Glen's over active guilty conscience."

"What?" Scott questioned, frowning at Hunter.

"Glen was feeling guilty about what he did with Mark. His mood was nothing more than a guilty conscience."

"He had nothing to feel guilty about; we decided not to start something." Scott said softly as he stared at Glen.

Glen's brows pulled together as he thought hard about the feelings and the lack thereof that he had had swirling around his head. The silence returned to the room, each man waiting on Glen to speak.

"Hunter." He said lowly.

"Yea big guy?"

"I hate you." Hunter laughed as Glen continued. "How in the hell did you figure that out?"

"It's easy. You said that you felt empty after you slept with Mark. I'm not claiming to be perfect. I've strayed before, and yet Shawn forgave me. But I had the same exact feeling. I felt like the worse sort of asshole for doing it."

"You….felt guilty?"

"Yea. I did."

"But we're not together." Scott stated, then blushed when Glen pulled him close; kissing him soundly.

"We may have never said the words, but our hearts know the truth. In fact I bet they knew before it even happened."

"Mush!" Hunter cried as he flung his hands above his head. "Hurry Shawn, we must leave before it gets to us too."

Soon all four were laughing, the sound filling the room and easing all the tension that had previously been there. Shawn, Hunter and Glen ended up spending the rest of the night, both couples snuggled firmly together as their combined breathing filled the room; broken only by the occasional snore.