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Chapter 8

Ste's pov

I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down before I step into the flat and Im met with hushed whispers, I'm guessing its between Brendan and Tony.

"Listen Anthony." I hear Brendan hiss at him, "Whatever going on with Steven, I deserve to know."

I step into the kitchen and Brendan's back is turned to me, Tonys eyes widen when he sees me, but he nods towards me before speaking in a calm tone, "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

Brendan turns to me and I see him visibly relax before frowning at me,

"Ye okay?" he asks, taking my face in his hands.

Part of me wants to push him away, shout at the top of my lungs about how stupid he's been, the other part of me just wants to be held by him, let him take care of me like he's done in the past.

I've changed now though, and I know that I need to be strong and tell him that I know the truth.

"When were ya gonna tell me?" I ask quietly, he looks confused, frowns even more if that was possible.

"Tell ye what?" he whispers, I see him flicking his eyes towards Tony as if feeling uneasy that he's there.

"Tony, I know ya have been worried about me but should ya not get back to Diane and the kids?" I ask him, knowing better than to continue the dispute infront of him.

"Yeah, just glad your okay." he says and gives me a smile, "I'll see you in the morning." I don't know if it's a question but it sounds like it.

"Yeah see ya then." I say to him while he walks passed us and out into the hall.

"Tell ye what?" Brendan repeats, I can see that he's scanning his memory trying to work out what I could be talking about. How much else has he actually lied about? How well do I even know this person that I love, who I thought loved me? Sometimes he's like a complete stranger.

"About Fraser. And Trevor." I grunt, "When were ya gonna tell me that you knew I had been dealing? Or that you had started?!" I can't help but shout at the end my pent up frustration getting to me now.

He's panicking I can see it in his face, I guess being Brendan Brady means people don't question you much but I will, he should know that by now.

"Just listen.." he says and I wait for him to continue but he doesn't.

"Well?" I ask throwing my arm in the air.

"Right.. I thought I was helping ye okay?" he sighs.

"Helping? Ya could've got arrested, how would that've helped?!" I push at his chest when he tries to hold me.

"It would be better than if you got caught!" he shouts at me, looks like he's ready to explode and I really don't want to be around when that happens.

"You can't protect me from everything Brendan." I say softer, the adrenaline rush is calming down now and all I feel is tired.

"I know that." he says letting out a breath, "I just.. I thought that it would be better me doing it than you."

"Then why didn't ya tell me? When were ya gonna tell me that you knew I was doing it?" I ask him while I slump against the kitchen counter. I take one look at him and I can tell he doesn't have an answer for that.

"You need to stop Bren." I sigh, I know I can't lose him, definitely not to prison again.

"How am I supposed to do that? Ye haven't even told me what happened to ye today." he asks, seems more confused about that than anything else.

"Would you tell me?" I ask, I already know if that happened to Brendan he wouldn't tell me, but I know I'm going to end up telling him anyway so no point dragging it out. "I went to the club to see ya, had a feeling there was something goin on between you and Trevor."

"And?" he asks, his eyebrows raised.

"Fraser was there, told me you were doin a pick up and that I were to stay out his business." I tell him, replaying what happened in my head as I go along, "I was walking out to phone you and kinda banged into him so he hit me on the back of the head with something and knocked me out. When I woke up I were in a cabin, god knows where, tied up with Grace watching me."

He doesn't speak for a minute or two before he suddenly springs into action, grabbing his jacket, "I'm gonna kill him." he says, seriously.

He carries on walking towards the hall until I get to him, and grab ahold of his arm, "No Brendan, don't."

"He can't get away with this Steven." he hisses, "What if.." he seems to think better of what he was going to say, "Ye ain't gonna get hurt again because of me."

"So what ya gonna do?!" I shout, "Go around there in a club full of people and kill him? That's not gonna help Brendan."

"I don't know.." he seems to have just realised how stupid it sounds, "I just.."

"I'll tell ya what your gonna do." I say, deciding that it's about time he played by my rules, "You'll go to work tonight, you'll act normal and then when you've finished your shift you'll come back here."

"Ye expect me to actually do that?" he laughs, "He could've killed ye Steven."

"But the only outcome to you killing him is you ending up back behind bars." I say, keeping calm even though I feel like grabbing his face and screaming at him, "and I don't know about you right but that doesn't seem to help this situation."

Something seems to click then and he's nodding along to my words, he shrugs his jacket back off before sitting on the couch and putting his feet up on the coffee table.

"Dinner?" I ask after several minutes of silence.

"Yeah." he says and gives me a small smile. I guess we're just back to acting like normal again.

Brendan's pov

So I done what Steven said, I went to work, I behaved and acted like normal even when I saw Fraser's stupid face. I think Trevor could tell I was pissed about something but I'm not telling him anything until I've worked out a plan. I don't even know if I can trust this guy yet.

When I get home Steven's in bed but as soon as I enter the bedroom he sits up straight, we're silent and I think maybe he doesn't want me with him the now but I can see the lust in his eyes and know exactly what's on his mind. I shrug my jacket off and he just watches in anticipation, I don't once take my eyes off him.

I kick my shoes off while I'm unbuttoning my shirt, who said men couldn't multitask? I make quick work of my trousers and boxers by pushing them down my legs at once. Steven's biting down on his lip like this is really doing it for him.

I'm hard already, don't have a clue when that happened and when I pull the covers down Stevens body I see that I'm not the only one. I fist myself and Steven just sits there watching my every move, eyes wide. I look around for the lube and condoms but they're nowhere in sight, we normally keep them in the bedside drawer.

"Where's the.." I don't get to finish what I'm saying before Stevens arms are around my neck, "Fuck it." he whispers and I can feel his hot breath against my neck before he bites into me, and a hiss spills from my lips before I even realise.

"I'm not hurting ye." I tell him, even though I can feel my resolve breaking.

"You won't." he grunts, nails scratching down my chest, I've not seen him like this in ages, "Please." he whimpers.

"Ye don't need to beg Steven." I tell him, smug smile on my face.

"Shut up." he hisses before carrying on his trail down my body until he reaches his destination and wraps his lips around my member. He isn't fucking around tonight, I can tell he's desperate, and fuck so am I.

He takes me right down his throat before slowly making his way back to the tip, tongue swirling around. He repeats it a few times and I just sit back and let him, know he loves sucking cock, well my cock anyway. The noises coming out his mouth turn me on just as much as his actions, I keep tugging on his hair hoping that I'm not pulling it to hard but not having enough self control to stop.

He releases me from his mouth and I can't help but groan with it. He grins up at me as if he knows what this does to me. I give him a bit of a shock when I quickly switch our positions so that he is now lying beneath me he raises his eyebrows before letting out a breathy laugh.

I really can't believe we're here again. Not here as in this bed but as in together, even after me fucking up over the years and prison it's still not got in the way, we've managed to get passed it all and I can't help but get chocked up with it.

I don't let Steven see though, he must feel a shift in the air though because he's looking at me softer and when I kiss him, it's soft and pressed with love. I take my time, kissing and touching his whole body, practically worshiping him, would worship the ground that the boy walks on.

I can tell he's getting fed up when he starts to fidget but he soon sits at peace when I tap at his entrance with two fingers, he widens his legs an inch to give me extra space. I kiss him while I work him open and I can feel his moans by the vibrations through our mouths.

When I finally line up I look into his eyes, they look as though their sparkling. We don't break eye contact while I push straight in and hit home. His eyes widen in shock and they look like they could pop out their sockets, while his body lifts up so that we're chest to chest.

He brings me into a rough kiss as he starts to adjust to my length. While I start thrusting into him, he tilts his hips to meet my thrusts while I plunge into him, hitting home everytime.

Our bodies are slicked with sweat when we climax and his cum sprays onto my chest, he looks vaguely apologetic before he rest his eyes, pulling me towards him and I can't stop myself from giving him another long, slow kiss. I can't be bothered moving so I roll onto my back so that I'm lying beside him and wrap my arms around me, pulling him closer.

I cant remember falling asleep but next thing I know its morning, Steven is still pressed against me still sleeping peacefully, lightly snoring. I get the overwhelming feeling of warmth that I've not felt in a long time. This is how it feels to come home.