A/N: aw, you guys. Seriously, five reviews already? Making me feel all warm and fuzzy, like I swallowed a jerboa. (if you don't know what that is, look it up. Seriously, it's the cutest thing I've ever seen. There's vids of it being cute on youtube even.) But of course, all this means I've now gotta actually come up with a plot. Hence why it's been a while since I added another chapter. I was outlining in my noggin, which is already full to bursting with my Star Trek fic, my X-Men fic, and ideas for a Zombieland one, a few Hot Fuzz one shots, and another Star Trek fic cross over whatsit.

Anywho, I just wanna give you all a heads up, that despite this being about the cutest couple ever in the history of the OZ, it's not gonna be all rainbows and kittens and sunshine and puppies. No, I've finally decided it's high time I delve into the deep dark crevices of my mind and write down whatever I haul up. It seems no matter how many times I say I'm gonna do that, it never happens the way I want it to... Till now. Now, I think this has been a long enough author's note, don't you?

Cain went back the next night, and the night after that, and the night after that as well. He had hoped to catch even just a glimpse of Glitch, but in all the hours he spent with his back pressed into the bar top, glass in hand and sharp eyes scanning every face, he never saw that dazzling smile.

It wasn't just the hidden zipper urging him to seek Glitch out, though that was a contributory factor. It was the entire package. And even though his instincts were telling him to stop being foolish and go look for DG, whom he had sent on her merry, albeit lonely way; that there was something off about the other man, he ignored them. It had been so very long since he'd had any sort of human contact; since anyone had held his hand, wrapped their arms around him, kissed him….There had been Adora, and they'd been blissfully happy until she was gone, most likely dead, and he'd had to watch the ordeal day in and day out. When DG had broken him from the suit, he'd had every intention of wrapping himself in an icy veneer and never letting anyone close again, thereby preventing himself from having to endure that kind of pain once more. But before he'd even gotten the chance, there was Glitch, who under the latex and make up reminded him of Adora so much it was almost painful, with his bright smile and laughing eyes.

He downed his drink, placing the glass on the table and shaking his head when the bartender made to fill it again. He was done, with both the drink and looking for Glitch. He paid for his drink and started winding his way through the crowd, his hat pulled low and hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. He was almost to the door when his shoulder slammed into someone else's, nearly knocking them off their feet. Reflexively, he spun around behind them and caught them before they fell.

"Are you alright?" Cain asked, setting them on their feet.

"Oh yes. Don't even worry…" they trailed off as they turn and their gaze met Cain's. "Why hello there cowboy. Impressive reflexes. About as impressive as your bicep," Glitch rubbed his shoulder, beaming at Cain, who was gaping. Glitch snorted, and pressed his index finger under Cain's chin, lifting it and closing his mouth. "There," he trailed his hand down Cain's arm, marveling at the strength, and recalling vividly what it had felt like to have that strength wrapped around him. "Are you going to actually say hi anytime soon, or stand there looking shocked. I mean, not that you don't look positively scrumptious while doing so and all, but-''

"Where've you been?" Cain blurted without meaning to. He could've kicked himself; he sounded like a scorned lover, accusatory, like he and Glitch had something, and Glitch had left him and…and now he was mentally rambling and Glitch was smirking and oh yes, there went his brain, turning to mush in the face of that smile.

"Didja miss me sweetheart?" Glitch leaned into him, sliding one arm up his chest and around his neck. He could feel the heat from the blush that spread across the bridge of Cain's nose and across his cheeks, and took that to mean that yes; Cain had in fact missed him. What Cain didn't know was that Glitch too, had spent much of his time thinking of him. Which was bad. The cardinal rule of this business was Don't Get Attached. One must remain aloof, but let the customers think you cared about only them until they'd emptied their wallets. Yet here he was, daydreaming about the cowboy with the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen, and also one of the nicest asses, accentuated by those oh so tight pants. He wanted very badly to know what Wyatt looked like in just those pants, the top button undone, maybe his holster still flapping loosely over his bare chest, and of course the hat had to stay, tipped low so only those wonderfully soft, kissable lips were not cast in shadow. He shook his head, shoving his curls back from his face.

"I don't go on for a while. You…you wanna come with me? Some where a little more private?" He cocked his head to the side, lips drawn up in a half smile. Please say yes, he mentally pleaded. Please, please, pleeeeaaasseeee.

Cain seemed to consider for a moment before nodding, letting Glitch slip his arm around his and lead him towards the back. They ducked down an empty hallway, passing door after door until they came to the last one, which Glitch opened without knocking. Cain followed, gazing in wonder at the room. Huge plush throw pillows done in shades of red and purple and brown were mounded around the floor. Silk curtains in the same colors hung draped from the walls and ceiling, giving the illusion of walls and more rooms within the rooms. Cain had no more than a minute to take it all in before he was pushed into a pile of pillows, his coat and holster gone already, and Glitch straddling him, working on the buttons of his shirt.

"Hey! Glitch, seriously, slow down a sec," Cain slid his hands over Glitch's, stilling them. "I was thinking we could maybe…talk? I wanted to ask-'' He was cut off as Glitch mashed their lips together in a bruising kiss where he had to either open his mouth to him or risk cutting his lips on his own teeth. Their teeth clacked together, and Glitch drew out Cain's bottom lip before letting go and pulling back just a tiny bit so they were breathing each other's air.

"The wall's have ears Wyatt," he breathed into Cain's mouth, so soft he almost missed it. He kissed him once more, gently, like he was apologizing for being so rough. His lips mapped out a trail from Cain's lips along his jaw line, and down to press against the big pulse in his neck. Cain gasped in a breath as Glitch set his teeth into the flesh on either side of the vein, pressing just this side of too much, sucking and drawing a dark purple bruise to the surface. Satisfied, he moved lower, spreading Cain's shirt open as he went. He came to rest at the top of his pants, leaning his head against Cain's thigh while Cain toyed with his curls.

"Arch up a bit please," Glitch instructed, and when Wyatt complied, he slid his belt from the loops and popped the button of his pants. The belt landed with a metallic clang, and Glitch shoved it aside. "I didn't say down," he grinned, tugging Wyatt up again by the belt loops. He jerked the pants down until they bunched at his knees and he had to stand and yank them all the way off.

"What about you then?" Wyatt asked, tilting his hat back. "You're still far too dressed. Doesn't seem fair." Glitch looked with wide eyes at him over his shoulder, wonderfully naked but for the hat and his shirt, which was half shoved down his shoulders and missing most the buttons. It really wasn't fair, but that was usually how it went. Customer got naked, things got all hot and sweaty, customer got off, he got paid, and he was left aching for release.

"Glitch?"

Glitch shook his head, pulling himself from his reverie. "Sorry sweetheart, bit of a glitch there. Got a bit distracted." He tugged his skin tight chocolate brown tank top off, tossing it over to join Wyatt's clothes. His pants stayed on, hanging low on his hips and covering his feet. They slipped lower down his butt as he knelt in between Wyatt's legs and wrapped his hand around his already half hard cock. Wyatt let out a strangled gasp, arching into Glitch's grasp.

"My my, someone's eager. Been a while cowboy?" Glitch smirked, working his hand up and down the shaft, adding a twist of his wrist every couple of strokes to make Wyatt squirm.

"Y-you have no ideeeaaa," Wyatt moaned, his fingers digging into the pillow. He yelped as warm wet heat enveloped his cock, and opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) to see Glitch's head bobbing as he sucked, creating the most delicious suction before he pulled back to lick along the head, teasing the leaking slit with the tip of his tongue. He fisted one hand in Glitch's curls, starting when the other man let out a pleased mewl, nuzzling into his hand at the rough treatment and enfolding his lips once again around Wyatt's erection. He hummed low in his throat, making heat spike low in Wyatt's belly and spread to the tips of his fingers and toes. It built up until Wyatt was left teetering on the edge of release, and Glitch pulled back with a wet pop. Wyatt bit back a frustrated yell, wondering why in the hell Glitch would stop.

"Easy sweetheart," Glitch gripped Wyatt's shoulders as he climbed onto his lap. Wyatt, catching on, wrapped his hands around Glitch's slim waist holding him steady.

"Ready?" he asked, more than a thread of concern lacing his words. But Glitch hadn't prepared himself at all; it could hurt him, which is the last thing Wyatt wanted.

"Are you?" Glitch replied, a challenging glint in his eyes. So much for worry; Wyatt smirked and thrust up as Glitch went down, having to force his way in, fighting for each inch but the lovely tightness more than making up for it. Finally, they were joined as close as they could be, panting, covered in a sheen of sweat. Wyatt lifted Glitch off him, showing off his strength, both of them hissing at the friction. He snapped his hips forward and up once more, making Glitch arch his back and dig his nails into his flesh.

"Harder!" he growled. "C'mon cowboy, that all you got?" His curls hung damply in his face, his eyes peeking out from them alight with a near feverish glow. Wyatt snarled in response and thrust in even harder than before, no longer worried about hurting Glitch, but aiming for that one spot that would make him scream and wipe that haughty smirk from his face. He flipped them over, throwing Glitch's long legs over his shoulders and pinning his wrists to the pillows with one hand, the other holding his hip hard enough to bruise. Almost, almost, there!

Glitch screamed, and Wyatt caught his lips, swallowing the scream as Glitch writhed and twitched, clenching around him and drawing his own orgasm. He fell forward, and just barely managed to roll to the side so as to not crush Glitch. He blinked slowly, and the first thing he was able to make out from the golden haze that seemed to have fallen across his vision was that smile he was beginning to grow rather fond off; turned down a few notches but no less endearing.

"Did I hurt you?" he croaked. The smile widened.

"Not in the least cowboy. You were a gentleman compare to some others I could name."

"Good," Wyatt whispered, his eye lids drooping. He heard a faint chuckle.

"Go to sleep sweetheart."

Wyatt distantly felt his chin lifted, and lips placed to his own. Something small, cylindrical and metal was passed into his mouth and tucked into his cheek with a tongue before the lips were gone, and he fell asleep, exhausted.

Glitch fondly brushed Wyatt's hair back, lingering as long as he could. He could spend days just watching the man sleep, the stern lines of his face smoothed out, giving him an almost angelic appearance. But he couldn't. He had to go. He only hoped Wyatt would answer his message.

Wyatt awoke, all his muscles protesting. He groaned, scrubbing his hand across his face. What he'd give for a cup of fresh, hot black coffee. He stretched, vaguely noting that he was cleaned up and dressed. "Must've been really tired if I didn't feel that," he muttered, pulling his hat on. Unsurprisingly, he was alone. Glitch had made mention of having to go on stage. He only wished he could've stayed. He yawned widely, and jerked when he felt something clack against his teeth. He spit it into his hand to discover it was a tiny, metal cylinder. It was then he remembered the goodbye kiss, and something being tucked into his mouth. He'd thought maybe that had been a dream. With shaking hands he unscrewed the cap and dumped a small scrap of paper out.

Good morning sweetheart. Hope you slept well, and I didn't wear you out too much. Don't worry about paying; last night was on the house. Use the back door; it's hidden behind the lilac curtain with the black star pattern. I was wondering, and I hope I don't seem pushy or anything, but would you meet me tonight when both the moons are highest in the sky, in the alley next to wear the library used to be? You don't have to; only, I hope you want to see me as much I want to see you. ~Glitch

Wyatt was amazed he'd managed to fit all that legibly on the minuscule scrap of paper. He rolled it back up and tucked it into the vial, pondering. Glitch wanted to see him again. And, he was hardly shocked to note, he wanted to see Glitch again. He slid the vial into his pocket, patting it to make sure it was secure, when he noticed that his pocket was substantially lighter. He dug his fingers into the pocket, and yes, all his money was gone.

"Why that little convict! On the house my ass," Wyatt couldn't help but grin. Looks like he'd have to see Glitch again, if only to get his money back. Still smiling to himself, he tugged on his coat and found the lilac curtain with the black star pattern, pushed it aside, and strolled out through the door behind it into the sunshine of a new day. Apparently, he'd slept longer than he'd thought, as the two suns were reaching their zenith. Not that it mattered; ever since the Tin Men had been disbanded and replaced with the Longcoats, and he'd been locked in that damned metal suit he'd had little to do. He could sleep until noon if he so desired with no consequence, and he had done just that.

He spent his day wandering the city which had once been so familiar to him. He could still walk the path he had every day, breaking up fights, keeping the peace, but the buildings were different now. Some were burned to little more than charred husks, others had additions added that jutted out precariously, and still more had blacked out windows and thickly barred doors and no one knew what they housed. Wyatt stuck to the thicker shadows, being unobtrusive and keeping his hat low. He figured the best thing to do would be to scout out where the vast, marble columned library had once stood, to make sure he'd have no problem getting there come night fall.

Where there had once been a glittering white marble hall lined with every book in the OZ there was now a blackened empty lot, littered with the remains of fires where the homeless cooked their meals and every sort of refuse imaginable. It saddened Wyatt to it in such a state; he'd enjoyed taking his son Jeb to the library for some school project or another, and they'd wander the immense, high ceilinged rooms, speaking in hushed, excited voices over some book that had nothing to do with the project and yet sparked the interest of father and son. He kicked aimlessly at a pile of garbage, startling when a rat the size of his gun darted out, snarling at him. It backed down after only a moment and ran off, thick fleshy tail lashing behind it. Shaking his head, Wyatt left to find something to eat and a place to spend the rest of the afternoon.

Glitch was there when Wyatt finally made it back to the lot. He'd nearly gotten caught by a pack of Longcoats, and had to take a longer, more complicated route. Glitch was pacing anxiously, a long coat flaring out behind him like a cape. His head snapped up when he heard Wyatt approaching, and with a relieved cry he flung himself at him.

"Glitch! What's wrong?" Wyatt gathered him in his arms, rubbing his back gently. The other man was shaking, and seemed on the verge of tears.

"I need help Wyatt, and I know we only just met but, I didn't know what else to do," Glitch whispered, lifting his head to look pleadingly into Wyatt's eyes. Those eyes softened, and he nodded, leading Glitch to sit down on a stack of crates. He wrapped his arm around his shoulders, and gently urged him to explain the problem.

"I'm the favorite of this guy, and I've been stringing him along, teasing like I do. Like I'm supposed to do right? Last night, with you and me was the farthest I've ever gone with anyone on the job. Usually it's just-''

"Glitch, really don't need the details."

"Right, sorry. Anyways, so I'm playing the tease. But it's not enough for him. He doesn't want what we had, nor does he want some happily ever after. He wants to own me as his own little slave. And I told the boss, but he can't do anything, because the guy is really high up in the Longcoats. I mean he's like second in command to Azka-D. Wyatt…I'm scared of him. He had a knife tonight, and I think he'll kill me if he can't have me, so no one can." Glitch gasped and buried his face in the crook of Wyatt's neck, climbing into his lap and pressing himself as close as he could. Wyatt decided then what he had to do.

"Come with me."

"What?" Glitch pulled away to look at him, lower lip trembling slightly.

"Come away with me. I've been thinking of going after DG anyway. I'd be happy for the company, and if it'll keep you safe, well so much the better."

"Really? Even though we just met, you'd protect me and let me come with you?"

"Of course! I can't let you stay here and risk you getting hurt. Not if I can do something to prevent it. We'll leave tonight, if you're ready."

"I…I'd have to pack a few things, but if you're sure," Glitch slid down and straightened his coat. He grinned weakly. "Y'know, this was not how I had planned this evening at all. There was a lot more naked and a lot less running for our lives."

"Save that for later. Now c'mon, if we're going to leave tonight, we need to get your things and get out of the city," Wyatt pushed off from the crates and followed Glitch to the door he had left from that morning. He waited outside while he gathered a few articles of clothing and personal items into a shoulder bag. Once he was ready they set off, reaching the city limits by dawn and heading north. They traveled until it was almost too dark to see, and by the lingering light, Wyatt set camp, albeit a tiny camp with minimal cover. He had given DG the tarp and tent when they'd split, thinking he wouldn't be going out for a while, and when he did, he'd be able to buy new supplies. Some Tin Man he turned out to be. At least the ground was dry.

Glitch paid careful attention to Wyatt, learning how to set up a fire pit and which berries were poisonous and which would kill. It was clear that even before he'd been dancing he'd lead a sheltered, possibly even pampered life style. This brought up the point that Wyatt knew very little about the man whom he was currently letting wear his coat while he roasted a pair of rabbits. Even though the coat, with the sleeves hanging over the tips of his fingers looked adorable on Glitch. He'd insisted on wearing Wyatt's hat as well, to complete the look he said, and his curls stuck out haphazardly from under the brim.

"Glitch?"

"Yeah sweetheart?"

Wyatt grinned despite himself and the obviously delicate subject he was about to broach. "The other day, when you kissed me, what was I feeling on your head?" He winced as Glitch looked up at him, the sparkle fading from his eyes. He hated to do it, but he had to know. "Because, to me, it felt an awful lot like a zipper."

"It was. I mean, it is a zipper. But it's not for what you think," he met Wyatt's gaze, brown eyes defiant. "I'm not a convict."

"Never said you were," Wyatt held up his hands defensively.

"You were thinking it. Most people do when they see it. So I started hiding it. But the reason I've got it is because of who I am…I mean was. And what I knew."

"What did you know?" Wyatt brought the slightly scored rabbits over to Glitch's pile of berries and they started eating.

"I wasn't always the dancer I am now. I mean, I liked…love to dance. But I wasn't always Glitch either. I was…I was…I can't remember my name. But I was top advisor to the Queen herself. And I was also the best inventor in all the OZ, if I do say so myself, despite being the archetypical absent minded professor. When I wasn't blowing myself up, I was known to make some pretty snazzy things. One of which I called the Sun Seeder. Now Azka-D, when she went all evil and had her little coup d'état, wanted to use my Sun Seeder to plunge the OZ into eternal darkness," Glitch began, sounding as though he were lecturing. "Of course, I couldn't let that happen, and I tried to destroy all evidence of it. I didn't plan on her going straight to the source. She had them take out half my brain like I was some common criminal and tried to use it to power the Sun Seeder. Only she needs something else to make it work."

"What?" Wyatt asked.

"I dunno," Glitch shrugged, taking another bite of rabbit. "This is delicious by the way. Anyways, after they put the zipper in my noggin, they sent me out to wander alone in the OZ. I wasn't a danger to anyone anymore, and with the infection I got around the zipper, it was pretty unlikely I'd make it on my own."

"How did you make it then?"

"I stumbled into the city, half dead and sick as a dog and was found by the boss. He put me back together a well as he could, and I repaid him by becoming quite the dancer and bringing in the big money. I owed him more than my life, I owed him my ability to function as well as I do. He took me to a doctor who was able to take care of the infection and keep me from glitching all the time. Before that, my synapses never fired right, and I'd forget everything and everybody and stumble over my words all the time. Now it's only every once in a while, when I get flustered. It's how I got the name of Glitch too, in case you couldn't figure that out."

"You're a hero then, I'd say," Wyatt concluded. Glitch flushed, and insisted that no, he wasn't a hero. "No, you are. See, if it wasn't for you standing up to her, she'd have taken over and we'd be in permanent darkness by now. And you survived. That makes you a hero in my book."

"If you say so Wyatt," Glitch mumbled, absently running his hand across the zipper under the hat. "What about you then? I've spilled my guts, it's your turn."

Wyatt sighed. "Not much to tell. I was top Tin Man and part of the Resistance. All I got from that was locked in a metal suit watching a recording of my wife Adora and son Jeb beaten down by Zero day after day until the little machine died. I don't know where they are now, or if they're even alive, but I've promised myself that I'll hunt Zero down and avenge them. I was in that suit for years, kept barely alive until DG busted me out of there and we met you."

"Well, I think that makes you the hero. That you stayed alive all that time for your wife. That's beautiful Wyatt. And so sweet," Glitch sighed dreamily, leaning upon Wyatt's shoulder. He yawned widely, and stretched.

"Tired?"

"So tired. Sleep?"

"Sleep sounds like a good idea to me," Wyatt cleared the rocks from the ground and curled up. A second later his coat was spread out over him and Glitch was pressed as close to his back as he could be without being in his shirt with him, one arm slung over him.

"You're not really one for personal space, are you?"

"You complaining cowboy?"

"No, I guess not. G'night Glitch."

"Good night Wyatt. Sleep tight and all that. I'll see ya in the morning."

"I'll be here."

"Good. I'd be more than a little sad if you weren't." Glitch snuggled closer to Wyatt and soon the pair of them were fast asleep.

A/N: So ends chapter two. I know in the above author's note I said I needed a plot. Well, I got that done and all, and was ready to finish typing. However, last Wednesday, my family had to make an emergency trip to Kentucky. The following evening, my grandfather lost his battle with cancer and passed away. Since then, it's been kind of hectic, family in and out. I've taken to hiding out in the closet with my laptop, once I found that writing was the only thing that cheered me up and I got my focus back. I'm going to try and update regularly, but no promises. Not right now any way.