Braden watched as Stewie left his office on the verge of tears. Finally he was his, all his, no more interferences from another, no more shall Stewie run off to find someone else. He'd be a fool to think about running away, especially when he had his closest women keeping a very close eye on him. Braden made a mental note that in the future, he would install hidden cameras in the house to make sure that the liars were taken care of. Braden got up and walked over to the door and locked it. He then made his way back to his chair and sat down taking another swig of his drink. He placed the drink down, and then leant back in his chair so that it rocked back slightly.

Braden closed his eyes and pictured Stewie, right there in front of him, naked, hair feathered around his round face, eyes half closed and breathing heavily. Stewie was looking up at him with pleading eyes. Braden imagined his hands roaming over Stewies bare chest, gradually creeping lower and lower until he reached his entrance. He saw Stewie's face flush, trying to hide it from view with his arm. Braden inserted a finger, watching the younger man's face crease up like someone who hadn't been touched there before. He inserted another and another, all the time watching the youth's expressions change constantly from pleasure to pain, all the while his panting getting heavier.

"…Please…Braden…" Braden smirked and pulled his zipper down releasing his rock hard erection. He watched as Stewies hands roamed over his own body and as he began playing with himself, Braden stroked along with the same movements as the others. Braden still with his fingers inside began pumping his entrance and his own cock while watching Stewie pump his own, all moving at the same pace. The speed increased, getting faster and faster as the minutes past by…

"Braden! …Braden!" Braden heard Stewie calling out his name…it was music to his ears, so he in beat called out "Stewie…Stewie!"

Someone knocked on his office door frantically. Braden was snatched from his dream, finding his still hard cock was out still in his hand.

"What the fuck do they want?" Struggling to put it back inside his pants, Braden slowly made his way to the door. He had just managed to get his painfully hard erection in when he unlocked the door, and in came one of his girls.

"This had better be fucking important!"

"Stewie and the other guy have left the house!"

"So? Stewie could be going to kill him so that I don't have the pleasure of doing it myself"

"I don't think the other one's off to be killed"

"Why?"

"They were taking luggage with them…"

"…WHAT?"

"I'm so sorry"

"Why the fuck didn't you stop them?" Braden yelled at the terrified girl as he tried to put his coat on as quickly as he could

"I'm really sorry…" the girl by now had resolved to a small whimper

"You should have shot them! That's why I gave you a fucking gun!"

Braden grabbed his own gun and dragged the girl with him out the door.

Stewie watched as Braden's car fell back breathing a sigh of relief. He used his time to fill the gun back up with bullets ready for them just in case.

"Where the hell are we going anyway?" asked the diner owner

"Head for Spooner street, we need better equipment" Stewie directed him back to his home street

"What do you mean 'better equipment'?" Brian questioned the brunette

Stewie was about to answer when he turned his head to see flashing red and blue lights heading towards them. Stewie pushed himself from his seat and placed his head between the two seats in front to get a better view. Then he heard the sirens getting louder and closer. The police car speeded up and flew past, but at that speed, even a blind man couldn't miss the fat man sat in the front.

"That was the fatman!"

"Huh, that's funny"

"What's that Peter?" asked Joe

"I could have sworn I saw Stewie's head floating in that car"

"What? You saw Stewie?"

"No I saw his head Lois, they are two completely different things"

"Joe turn around! That was Stewie!"

"Are you sure?"

"Just follow that car!"

Stewie spun his head back round to look through the back again. He watched as the police car skidded round and started to catch up with them.

"Where do you want me to go in Spooner Street?" the man asked

"Here! Right here!" Brian pointed to a house.

The car finally stopped outside the Griffin residence. Stewie wasted no time and scrambled out and went to the door. He fished around for his house keys that he had kept incase he ever needed to come back and collect something he might have forgotten, or if he needed to steal something back from Meg…found it! He eagerly opened the door and headed upstairs to his room.

"Stewie?" Brian followed his lover up to his old room, finding that he was lifting an area of the carpet and then lifted several floorboards. What he found lay underneath were at least 20 guns of different types, rifles, machine guns, pistols, of different sizes and shapes. Brian stood in awe, all this time, all the time he'd been living with them and Stewie had guns hiding in his room.

"Stewie…where did you get all of these?"

"Here and there, help yourself to whatever you want, you're probably going to need one"

"…why the hell do you have all of these in the first place?"

"Let's just say I went through a LOT of therapy when I was younger, like any of it worked really, it just suppressed my hunger to take over everything, anything and anyone, locked it away to brew for a few years until it would one day be released. No else one knew about until now."

"Wow…I had no idea…"

Stewie rummaged around until he had found one he wanted to use.

"Stewie?" a voice called from downstairs. Stewie and Brian looked towards the door which swung open and Lois stood there out of breath,

"Stewie!" Stewie stood up and let the red head embrace him. "Oh my Stewie! I feared the worst! I thought you had been kidnapped or hurt or killed! My baby I'm not going to loose you again, I promise, I won't drive you away, I don't want you to change, I love you just the way you are, gay, and with happy with Brian"

"What…?" Stewie looked up at his mother with a confused expression

"I was wrong about you two, I just feared that he would hurt you or take you away from me, but it was me who hurt you and drove you away Stewie, and I am so sorry"

Stewie gave a smile and let her hug him again. When she had let go her smiled dropped to a frown when she looked to the floor.

"…What the hell are they?"

"Err…"

"Stewie are they guns?"

"Look it's not what it looks like…"

Lois paused to give him a quizzical look

"…Ok it's exactly what it looks like"

"Stewie why the hell have you got guns in your room?"

"It's all for a good cause mother I swear"

"FREEZE SCUMBAG!" Brian was suddenly tackled to the floor (more like flattened to the floor) by Peter as he barged in pointing a gun and handcuffing Brian's wrist to his own.

"Peter what the hell?" Brian made to get up on his own but was pull up by Peter doing a cheerleader's jump of victory.

"Haha! I'm arresting you on the suspicion of kidnapping and failing to reply to my facebook invite!"

"Peter for God's sakes let him go!"

"Why should I Lois? It sounds to me like you're his accomplice! Aha!"

"Ow! Peter take these off!"

"I can't Brian, I swallowed the key!"

"Peter you idiot!"

"You're coming with me downtown!" Peter pulled Brian out the room and down the stairs. Stewie and Lois followed and watched from the top as Brian almost fell from the force that Peter was leading.

"Peter what the hell are you doing with Brian?" Joe asked at the bottom in the front room

"A suspect Joe! Possibly in possession of drugs!" Peter gave a triumphant grin

"Hold on a minute Brian I've got the key somewhere"

"Ah thanks Joe"

"Oh…" Peter whined

"I will however need you to come with me for questioning Brian, there are some things we need to clear up"

"I understand"

"NOBODY MOVE!"

Everyone snapped there heads towards the door where the voice had come from. Braden stood enraged, his eyes bloodshot, teeth grinding.

Stewie grabbed Lois and ran back into the bedroom closing the door.

"Everyone will do as I say, and nobody will get hurt"

"OK, we won't do anything rash, tell us what you want" Joe tried reasoning with him.

"I only want one thing,"

"Stewie, who is that?" a terrified Lois leaned against the door as Stewie went back to the underfloor storage of guns.

"His names Braden, he's the guy I went to for help when me and Brian ran away"

"…Is he your pimp?"

Stewie shot her a look that could burn through metal "What did you say…?"

"Stewie, I know OK…" he revered his look back to the floor

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why do you think?"

"But I could have helped! If it was money you could have come to me!"

"It wasn't just that, I got sucked into it, it was a kind of feeling that I had never experienced before, not with Rupert, or Brian or anyone I've had to stay with…it was…the worst kind of good feeling you could get…I couldn't stop, especially not when I met him…"

"Oh Stewie…"

"Here take this" the brunette handed her a gun "you might need it"

"Where is he! Where are you hiding him!" Braden's gun pointed at Brian who had his hands raised.

"Look what do you want with him? Why can't you get someone else?"

"Because I own him, you fucking moron! He is mine, and I'm not going to let someone like you take him away from me, now tell me, WHERE IS STEWIE?"

"I'm right here" Everyone looked up to see Stewie with his hands up in defeat coming down the stairs. Braden now pointed his gun at him.

"Leave them alone Braden, I'll come with you"

"Yeah you will, but I'm not going to let you have anything to run back to, you're going to come with me, and you are going to stay with me!"

"I promise I won't run this time"

"How do I know that huh? How do I know you won't run back to HIM?" Braden looked at Brian

"…because he means nothing to me…"

"You're lying"

"No…I'm not…I don't love him…I thought I did, and I thought that if I kept him in the house I would come to love him, but…"

"But what…?"

"…it was always you" Stewie looked up at him through half closed eyelids and moved closer to Braden, whose arm holding the gun was slowly moving down.

"…No…I can tell you're lying…you're lying…aren't you…?"

"…I told you…it was always you…I have always felt something towards you…I love you"

Everyone was speechless, especially Brian who had an inkling that Stewie was only doing this so that it gave the back-up more time to get here, but still, the way Stewie acted hurt, knowing that he hadn't had this treatment before.

"…You do…?"

"Yes" Stewie leaned up and snaked a hand around Braden's neck to pull him in for a kiss.

"…I'm all yours Braden"

"Oh Stewie…" Braden pulled him in for what Stewie thought was a hug until Braden twisted him round and pointed his gun to Stewie's head.

"You don't fool me Stewie, I know you better than anyone in this room! Now, nobody follow us, or I swear I'll blow his brains out" Stewie rolled his eyes at the remark. Braden backed out of the house and turned round to run to the car when he found the house surrounded by police.

"YOU WITH THE GUN, STEP AWAY FROM THE HOSTAGE"

"You sonofabitch Stewie! Who the fuck called the police?" Braden screamed as he made his way back into the house where he found that now everyone inside had a gun too. Braden heard a click below him. He looked down and saw Stewie holding a gun pointed to his groin.

"Give it up Braden"

Braden looked around frantically. Brian, Lois and Joe held their guns pointed at him. Peter had hidden his large body behind Brian's slim form.

"No…" and as quick as lightspeed, Braden had raised his gun to Brian and aimlessly shot. Then a scream. Joe took a quick and careful shot and hit Braden in the leg making him let go of Stewie. The younger man ran to the fallen white haired victim. The panic, the fear that filled the room, the noise of whimpers and crying, arms gripping bodies tightly, not letting go. Brian's sight was failing, he wanted to speak, tell everyone, tell Stewie that it would be fine, but no words came out, only his eyes fixated on his lover, they began to close.

Everything went dark.