I have only just realized that i had never posted chapter 14, i actually wrote that a while ago and edited just after Brendan's exit, so i just must have forgotte to post it like a twat! Anyways, looks like you get two chapters today instead! HA. Sorry about the wait, everything has been so hectic recently but i promise that i will get this fic finished and the other one! Thanks for reading. WARNING M CHAPTER.

Brendan's POV.

When I was younger I used to sneak in at god knows what time, I would be greeted with my da passed out on the sofa and I would have to creep past as quite as possible up to my room, sometimes I managed it but there was the odd few times I woke him and he would attempt to hit me but he would be weakened by alcohol so I would get it worse the next day, i would walk to the door and there was times I would actually pray for him to have choked on his own vomit, or I would hope that he had damaged liver beyond repair and had died in his sleep, I would feel disappointed to see the him still breathing, but that is the difference as I sneak into Chez's home I don't feel disappointed, I have to say I think it is the first time in years I have been glad to see his chest rise and fall as he heart beated pumping the blood around his body, because this meant Steven had not yet carried out his task. I drew my eyes away from my da and looked at Steven, he still hadn't noticed I had walked in because he was so busy in his own world trying to find something, anything that could destroy the man on the sofa. As he reached down for the final cupboard under the sink I think my heart may have stopped beating, that was the cupboard with the tub of paint in, the tub of paint that held the one thing Steven desired more than anything at this time. I walked towards him as he opened the lid. The floorboard beneath me creaked and Steven spun round to see me stood in front of him. His eyes widened, he said my name barley audible.

"Brendan."

"Steven."

I stared into his eyes refusing to break the contact, it was so intense I don't think I could have anyway. So many different emotions was flashing through his eyes, confusion, happiness, anger. After what felt like a lifetime he spoke.

"What are you doing here?"

"To stop you making the biggest mistake of your life."

He looked at me, he was deciding whether to fake innocence, but he knows I will figure him out so he goes for the truth.

"But it won't be the biggest mistake of my life will it? Because if I do this there will be no excuse for you not to come back, he won't be around to ruin everything we worked for!"

"Me coming back would be pointless if ye not here Steven."

"What ya on about, course I'll be here."

"No, you will be locked up in a cell somewhere, and we will be limited to 14 hours a week at the most, think about your kids? Would you really want them visiting their dad in prison?"

"Yeah well I don't see me kids do i? And you got away with Danny, who says I won't?"

"Yeah that was luck, and even if you was to somehow get away with it, you will regret it for the rest of your life, the last thing you see before you go sleep is the life leaving his eyes."

"Do you regret killing Danny?"

"No-" I knew what he was getting at. "No but he threatened to hurt you, he was going to kill ye Steven."

"Yeah, threatened he didn't carry them out did he?"

"Yeah only cause I didn't give him time to!"

"But your dad did hurt ya didn't he? He done more than hurt you, he raped you Bren!-"

"Shut up, please Steven."

Steven rose from the floor and looked me in the eyes silently pleading me to listen to him.

"Look at you Bren! He was supposed to protect you, love you unconditionally he was supposed to be there to support you in your choices, he was supposed to stop you from pain, but he didn't he was the one who caused it for you, just because it made him feel big and strong, when really it made him weak and a coward! Look what our parents did to us, Terry was supposed to be a dad to me, instead he beat me and my mum stood by and did nothing, she didn't want me, then I went on to beat Amy, following the footsteps of the two people I hated most, and you did just the same, your dad called you names told you it was wrong to be gay and you believed him, so then you beat me and there is no point us pretending that didn't happen cause it did, just as I can't pretend that I never hit Amy. He ruined your childhood, took your innocence away from you, so please Bren, let me do this."

"I can't."

"Why not?! He is a waste of air!"

Steven bent down and picked the gun from the tub of empty paint, it was a strange sight, seeing him with a weapon so dangerous something that could end a life with the pull of one trigger, but it made him look extremely hot, I felt a rush of blood go straight to my cock, his eyes were wide open as he moved the gun around in his hand, for someone who had never used a gun before he looked like he knew how to handle it pretty well, he took the safety of. I couldn't believe it, just the sight of Steven holding the gun had caused to get a semi. He looked up from the gun and into my eyes through his eyelashes, his own filled with lust, he licked his lips eyes not moving away from mine, I glanced down to see his trousers tighten.

"I have to say Steven, you do make a gun look good."

Before he could respond I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him towards me, I dived in and kissed him with all my efforts putting all my passion into that one kiss, all thoughts of my dad lying on the sofa gone. I pushed his against the side unit my hands still gripping onto his hips; I moved them down to his arse cheeks and lifted him of the floor before placing him on the kitchen unit, there was no time for fore-play, I tugged at his tracksuit bottoms and boxers until they was a heap on the floor, I pulled away for a couple of seconds to take in the sight, Steven Hay sitting on the unit in my old kitchen in just his t-shirt, socks and one trainer, the other must have fell off. I placed my lips back onto his kissing him roughly, my fingers wandered down his body and I felt him lift himself slightly of the unit hands on my shoulders for support so I could slowly slip one, two, three fingers inside his hole, as I prepared him I peppered kisses over his neck and jaw, this man was beautiful.

"Bren, please just hurry up!"

I couldn't deny him something when he was begging, especially when I wanted it just as much as him, I lifted him up and laid him down on the floor, I looked into his eyes and slipped into him slowly, then picking up the pace, as I buried myself inside my boy I could hear him begging, beginning for me to go faster, harder and who am I to deny him what he wants?

"Bren, im gunna…"

"Then do it Steven."

He was shouting out my name and then words I couldn't quite make out, he spilled over both of our stomachs and I hadn't even touched him, he must have been gagging for it! With the sound of Steven to my ears and watching him as he pleasure spread through him I let go and spilled inside him.

As we layed on the floor wrapped up in a bubble of our own, smelling of sweat and sex, breathing heavy, both coming down from our highs, I took the time to look at Steven, properly look at him, take in the rise and fall of his chest, the way his eyelashes cast a slight shadow underneath, the golden tan that is pulled tight around the gradual build of muscle, he looked amazing, yet so different to when we first met. Words couldn't describe how much he meant to me, he is amazing, so I couldn't hold it in when I said,

"I love you Steven Hay."

He looked up at me, bright blue eyes shining as he looked at me, properly.

"I love you too Brendan Brady."

There was once a time when I never wanted to hear them words, if I heard them I would lash out, say it was wrong, but things have changed now he is my everything and I don't know what I would do without him, and everytime I hear him say those three little words it makes my heart swell with happiness, that this man still loves me after everything I put him through.

"Now what?" he asked.

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