About twenty minutes into the movie the phone rang. Bianca jumped up and ran into the kitchen to answer it. Strange, I thought, there's a cordless phone on the end table. I had to come up with a reason to leave the room though. "I'm going to get a glass of water," I finally came up with, jumping up from the love seat and Roger's arms and rushed into the kitchen. Bianca was sitting on a stool with the phone receiver to her ear. She mumbled a few 'okays' and 'yeahs' and then hung up the phone.

I was honestly surprised at what came next. Bianca started to sob uncontrollably. "I'll kill him," she weeped, "I'll fucking kill him." She obviously hadn't noticed I was there because when I stepped forward and put a concerned hand on her shoulder, she jumped about a mile.

"What's wrong?" I asked her gently, "What was the call about?"

"Th-th-that was the doctor's o-o-office," she stammered, "I-I-I'm HIV positive." I nodded knowingly. Roger had given me HIV, so I knew how it felt to get the news, but one question did come to mind.

"How-"

She cut me off. "My boyfriend and his friends raped me," she admitted, still sobbing, "It could have been any of them."

"Oh, honey," I pulled her close in a hug that reminded me of how Angel would react to this situation.

"I'm scared." Those two simple words made her more human to me than anything she had said before.

"Of what?"

"Of telling my parents, of telling Roger, of the disease in itself."

"Bianca, let me tell you, Roger will always be around for you, and I will be too," I assured her, "As long as Roger and I are together, or at least friends."

"Thanks Mark." She brought her head up off my shoulder and smiled through her tears. For a girl, even in tears, I would admit she was really pretty, but she was just that: a girl. I really don't think I had ever really been into girls. I dated Nanette Himelfarb in the ninth grade simply because I was getting made fun of for how close we were without dating, and I dated Maureen to save our friendship.

"Listen, go out there and tell Roger what the doctor said. Maybe he'll help you track those guys down and kill them." She rolled her eyes.

"I don't need his help when I'm this mad. It's called adrenalin."

"Whatever you say," I said sarcastically. We walked out of the kitchen together. When Roger caught sight of Bianca's tear-stained face, he immediately jumped up to help me comfort her.

"What happened?" he asked her softly. I loved his tone of voice; so deep beautiful. She broke out into a fresh wave of sobs. I knew she was going to tell him eventually, so I looked at him and started it off.

"That call was from the doctor's office."

"I got tested a couple weeks ago for HIV. The results said I was positive."

"What? How?" Roger looked angry, and I realized that he probably thought she had done drugs to contract it.

"Roger," I hissed, "She was raped. That's just as common a way to get it as shooting up. It's not her fault." He instantly looked apologetic.

"You're right," he admitted, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she sniffed. Poor kid. "I really don't want to tell mom and dad though."

"You're going to have to," he reminded her, "You need AZT."

"Yeah, and you need to tell them that you're gay, but so far nothing has been said."

"Oh yes," Roger said sarcastically, "I'm sure saying 'hey dad, I'm gay' would have gone over very well right after he said 'fucking queers.' That wouldn't have started a fight."

"Roger, be nice. Obviously, now is not a good time to start fighting. We're all in for a rough week, but Bianca hun," I turned to her, "You're going to have to be the first to say something to your parents. You really do need AZT." She sighed, defeated.

"I know. I need to go to bed." She departed without another word.

"I'm going to bed too," Roger smiled at me smugly. I rolled my eyes.

"You need a hobby."

"I do have a hobby."

"Fucking me does not count."

"Who says?"

"I do."

"Well, no matter if it counts as a hobby or not, let's go." He tugged my wrist.

"In a minute, Rog. Go upstairs." He smiled, a look of victory prevalent on his face, turned on his heel and rushed up the stairs. I let out an exasperated sigh, sitting on the couch next to Cindy.

"I'm not sure how much longer I can take this."

She gazed at me curiously. "He's your boyfriend. Sex comes with the territory."

"Not that. Him and Bianca. They're too much alike and- love them both- they'll kill each other before this is over."

"It's funny that you say you love your boyfriend's sister," Cindy mused, "Could you really be strait, little brother? In love with Bianca, not Roger?"

"No," I said forcefully, "I meant that I love Bianca like a sister. There's nothing between us." That was the truth. When I touched Roger, I could feel love and lust at the same time. My stomach fluttered, and I would start to blush. When I touched Bianca, I felt… nothing. "I'm going upstairs," I stood up quickly, heading for the staircase, "Roger's waiting for me." Cindy smiled mischievously.

"Make sure you keep it down a bit. I really don't need to hear my little brother have an orgasm."

"Oh yeah," I said sarcastically, "And hearing my older sister all through her high school years was just fantastic." I raised my voice an octave to imitate her, "Oh yes! Yes! Yes! That's good! Don't stop!" Back in my regular voice, "Not a great thing to hear when you're in the sixth grade." She rolled her eyes.

"Good night Mark."

"Good Night Cindy."

I rushed upstairs, suddenly a bit excited for what was in store when I opened the door to Roger's bedroom. He was lying on his bed with no shirt. I smiled. I already liked where this was going. "Want to help me take off my pants?" he asked me seductively.

I didn't even answer. I just ripped off my shirt and climbed onto the bed, resting in between his legs, unbuttoning his jeans. Slowly, I lowered my head to his zipper and grabbed it with my teeth. I unzipped the pants one notch at a time, hearing him moan to go faster. When the jeans were unzipped, I slid them off of his perfect hips and tossed them carelessly aside. We flipped over so he was on top of me as he undressed me, teasing my erection as he slid off my boxers. I felt him slide one finger into me, two, and subsequently felt an orgasm coming on. "Oh, Roger," I moaned softly. He didn't have to tell me to beg this time. I was ready and willing. "Oh my god. Don't stop. Please don't stop. He pumped me and obviously felt that I was going to start cumming. He pulled himself away from my mouth and went down to put me in his mouth. He teased me with his tongue and I started to cum. "Oh baby," I breathed. He pulled himself away from me and looked up, smiling.

"Done?" he asked. I reached down and pulled him up so we were eye-to eye.

"Not a chance," I murmured, attempting a seductive tone, "It's my turn now." Suddenly I was lying on top of him again, with no patience to wait before putting him in my mouth. He felt so good, tasted so good. I just wanted to stay there forever.

As it was, we had to end it when we heard someone open the front door. I got off of him, grabbed my clothes and rushed back to my room, hoping desperately that no one saw me or heard what we were doing.