Randy looked at Jeff with concern. His husband had been acting very strangely ever since he had picked Jack up from therapy. He had tried to hide it since Maggie was home and they were having a party for her, but Randy knew something was wrong. He always knew when Jeff was upset.

It wasn't until the younger kids were all off playing and the older kids were all doing their own thing that Randy got a real chance to talk to Jeff. He pulled his older husband upstairs into their bedroom so they could have some privacy. "Are you okay?" he asked in concern. "What's wrong? You've been looking upset for hours now."

Jeff sighed. "It's Jack."

"What? I thought you guys said therapy went well."

"It did."

"Then what's wrong?"

"He overheard Katie and Matt talking about the shit that's happened to us over the years."

"How much does he know?"

"Pretty much everything."

Randy sighed and sank down on to the bed. This was not good. This was not good at all. He and Jeff had never wanted the kids to find out about all those old skeletons in the closet. The memories were painful and they never wanted the kids to feel like there would be people constantly trying to destroy them too. Of course if Raven does get out of jail, then they will have someone after them, so that plan of ours went all to hell. "How did he react?"

"He's pissed because we didn't kill Raven," Jeff said. He sat down next to Raven. "And he's right. We should have ended this permanently while we had the chance. Now he's possibly going to get out and there's nothing we can do about it."

"Don't say that. We can try to fight it."

"How? He's been in jail for thirteen years. I tried calling the jail to find out what was going on. They said there's not a blemish on his prison record and they say he's rehabilitated. He's tricking them Randy! He's making them think that he's changed and it's working! He's going to get out and he's going to come after us and I don't know what--"

Randy cut him off with a kiss. He couldn't listen to Jeff freak out right now, mainly because he felt as helpless as Jeff did. He knew just how dangerous Raven was. The bastard had gotten one of their kids before, and that made him extremely afraid that it could happen again. And he didn't know if he could go through that again. It had felt like he was going to die the first time around, and that was with the knowledge that Raven was only going to turn Jack into his disciple. Now that the man had been sitting in a jail cell for over a decade, there was no telling what sick and twisted things he was planning to do now.

Jeff laid all the way back and pulled Randy on top of him. Their kisses were becoming even more frenzied now. They knew this was probably not the best time to be doing this, but they both needed an escape from their worries, even if they knew it wouldn't last long. "The door," Jeff managed to gasp out between kisses. "Randy lock the door."

Randy jumped to his feet and practically sprinted to the door. He locked it tightly, now relived that nobody could walk in. He stripped his shirt and jeans off quickly as he headed back to the bed. Jeff was doing the same thing. Their lips met again hungrily, and Randy could feel Jeff clawing at his back desperately. "Damn it, I told you to clip your nails," Randy muttered as he slid into Jeff.

Jeff smirked. "Whoops, I forgot."

Randy rolled his eyes and thrusted particularly hard just to teach his husband a little lesson. Of course that just made Jeff moan like a slut, which made them both hope that nobody had ventured upstairs to find them. "Shit baby, you're forgetting the third part of our motto on quickies: fast, quick and quiet."

Jeff whined and moaned desperately. "Randy…oh shit I'm cumming."

Randy groaned and slammed into Jeff one final time, spilling his seed deep inside of his husband. He panted for breath and buried his face in Jeff's shoulder. His troubles were forgotten…for the time being anyway.

XXXXXXXX

Raven stayed as still as he could and did his best to look the part of a reformed man. His parole meeting had gone as well as he could make it go; now he just had to hope that his acting skills hadn't shrunk with his lack of freedom. He knew he had a lot of people fooled, but the question was, did he have them fooled enough?

Time seemed to past by slowly just to fuck with him. He was beginning to get antsy by the time the people in charge of the meeting came back. He sat straight up and looked them all in the eye. They all seemed so emotionless that it was hard to get a good read on them.

The man in charge (Raven forgot his name) stood up. "Mr. Levy, we've discussed the matter and we've come to an agreement. Your parole has been granted with the terms that--"

Raven only pretended to listen to the terms of his parole. What he was really doing though was thinking of his next move. Step one of his plan was complete. He was getting the hell out of jail. Now he just had to find a way to get to North Carolina and get to Jeff and Randy before he was out of time.

Once upon a time, he had been one of the most notorious partiers in the business. At the time, he thought he was invincible. He thought he could do anything. But now he was feeling the effects of everything he had done to himself for years on end. He knew that deep down, his heart was going to give out on him eventually. And if he was going to die, he was going to make sure he went out with a bang.