Then:

“Max,” she breathed, her earrings clinking as she turned her head. “Y'all...”

“Anna,” Max said quietly.

Now:

Anna's eyebrow raised questioningly, her eyes narrowing a touch. “I was beginnin to think I'd never see you again.” When she talked, she had a bit of a drawl, the city never quite absconding with the entirety of her southern heritage. “You've brought... friends.”

Max shuffled his feet a bit hesitantly, looking apologetic for the intrusion. “Well, no use havin y'all sittin here on my front porch. Come in, have a sit down,” Anna said, gesturing amiably to the couches. “Would y'all like some tea? I was about to put Rosalia down to sleep, so if you could give me a moment or two?”

Anna went upstairs, not actually waiting for them to respond, and the group sat awkwardly in the soft, chic, leather seats. Ambraxus had long since shifted into a more acceptable form to move throughout the city, his skin becoming a bit on the darker side - a rich olive - though he had kept the toxic green hair, which complemented the eyes that now darted about the room, absorbing everything. His fingers toyed with the arm of the chair, nails trailing down their length. “Nice set-up here. You never told me she was loaded, Max”

Max looked uneasy, and Shane's armed draped subconsciously around his shoulder protectively. “It's not something that just comes up. And it's her parent's house, not hers.” He glanced around, as if trying to see through the doors in the long halls, or straight through the paintings and into the walls. He shifted his weight and Shane squeezed his arm softly.

Zeke however, was not picking up on Max's tension or Ambraxus's possibly forced nonchalance, and was playing with his skirt and neon pink fishnet stockings. He was, however, beginning to sink lower and lower into the couch, drooping and sliding down the leather, his knees pulling out, getting closer and closer to just pooling into a pile on the floor. He moved from his own clothes onto Ambraxus's, whose hair still held occasional tiny braids from the bus ride over, picking at threads and zippers.

Anna appeared a few minutes later. “She's down. Now, feel free to impart to me exactly what the occasion is here.” She clamped her hands firmly to her hips and gave them a firm look. Her eyes drifted over Shane and Max, and her gaze only got sterner and more puzzled.

It became apparent after a few moments that everyone was waiting on Max. A slow creeping blush ran over his features, nervous to be put on the spot. “You see, Anna, the thing is...” he swallowed, “well, it like this...”

“Am I the only one curious about the baby? I mean, as far as I knew, people like that aren't supposed to be able to have kids.” The whole room stared aghast (except perhaps for Zeke, who more resembled a puppy trying to understand their owner's English, head cocked, eyes wide) at Ambraxus, who sat cooly, leaning back in his chair. “Right?”

Anna's eyes narrowed further, and then she burst out laughing, and the tension all but evaporated from the room, until everyone but Ambraxus were nearly clutching their sides, as he vainly asked 'what... what did I say?' over and over.

“The baby's Camila's. She's the house maid. Oliver is in the hospital with a broken leg, and Camila has been lookin for a new place to stay. Pa said she could stay on, but she said it was time she settled into a place of her own like. Since we're short staffed, I offered to watch the little one for the day 'til she got back. She's a doll, and ain't no fuss at all.”

“So where are they now? Your parents I mean,” Max asked.

“Oh you know them. They're off in Africa, doing philanthropist work. Now that I'm all grown up, they are gone pretty much all the time anymore. They might be there for months now, but who can ever tell? I sometimes wonder if they're a bit ashamed of havin a daughter like me, and that's why they spend all their time with other people's little ones instead of here,” she had drifted away in thought toward the end of her speech, and looked a little embarrassed when she realized what she'd said.

“But back to the topic at hand,” she continued. “Why y'all here?”

Max sighed. “We got kicked out of our apartment... I was, ah, sort of hoping you might let us crash here, just for a little bit, until we got our own place. I mean, you just said you didn't have anybody who could work at the moment, I'm sure we could help out... Zeke is a great cook, and I'm sure we could all help pick up the place...”

Anna pursed her lips. “Max, after you just gone up and disappeared on me, you come asking for a place to stay, draggin these people with you who I never even met?”

Max looked up, his eyes wide and desperate, pleading. Anna sighed heavily and dramatically, her whole body drooping with the weight of it. “Ok, I'll think about it, Max, and only, only, cause I like you. You certainly can't go back to that girl of yours, from how I heard things, and I can't let you sleep out on the streets, Ma taught me right about that sorta thing.”

The four of them looked at her hopefully, hanging on her words as if it were their death pardons.

“However,” she said bluntly, “I'll have you know right now that there are certain conditions involved. And there will be some damned explainin to do.”

Oh zomg, it's been forever. But maybe we can get this rolling again, eh? :D
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Then: “As you wish, my passion.” Grim cracked his knuckles and stared down at Shane and Max from their rooftop perch.

Now:

Max was slouching on a bench, fanning himself with a rolled up newspaper which, despite its extensive Classifieds, had so far proven worthless in helping them find a place to stay. Ezekiel was perched on the back of the bench, his legs slung over behind it as he smiled down at Max, up at the sky, and then over to where Ambraxus was scowling in the shade of a small, nearly-leafless tree. Shane tossed an empty drink cup at a nearby trashcan, but it bounced off the rim of the ashtray-top and he bent over to pick it up.

“I have—” Max started, and then cut himself off, jerking his head down to where his fingers were toying with a knot in the bench, as if he could just pretend he hadn't spoken at all.

The only head that did not snap in his direction was Ezekiel's, as it was lolling about slowly, following the path of a flitting butterfly. The insect paused on a flower and then took off again, landing on a branch over Ambraxus's head. Ezekiel smiled.

“Genital herpes?” Ambraxus burst suddenly in the silence, his voice cracking slightly, showing the strain of a day in the sun with no coffee. Shane stared at him dazedly, somehow in the process of picking up the cup having ended up sitting on the sidewalk. “Oh god, I knew it. You better watch out Shane; he'll give it to you and then I'll share a drink with you and then Zeke'll get it and then Koji, somehow—”

“No,” scoffed Max, his hand gripping at the wood. Ezekiel blinked at the mention of his name and hopped off the bench. “I... I have a plan, man.”

Zeke skipped over in his now scuffed and dirty white gogo boots to curl up against the trunk under Ambraxus's arm.

“Plan, man,” Shane echoed exhaustedly, flopping back to lie down on the pavement. He squinted angrily at the sun and tossed his face down into the shadow with a growl.

“Yeah,” Max retorted, a little shortly, turning to Shane as if he was about to argue something further, but then their eyes met and he melted.

“Yeah,” he repeated, looking back at the knot on the bench. “I know someone that might... might let us stay with them, ya?”

Shane blinked at the back of his head slowly as if still struck by meeting his gaze. Ambraxus shook his head of silky hair and jerked his nose into the air, his arm sliding part of the way off of Ezekiel's shoulder.

“Sweet, let's go,” he said.

They trudged over to the bus station, Ambraxus snatching the newspaper from Max and using it to fan himself. At least, that was until Ezekiel got his hands on it, peeled it apart into sections and handed one to each of them. Ambraxus raised his eyebrows at the slave-boy, who was now folding a hat, rolled his eyes and continued to fan himself.

Max silently looked over the bus map, his eyes glaring at it deadly. Shane crept up behind him, resting his head on Max's shoulder and giving him a soft, curious glance as his fingers brushed over his hips.

Ambraxus rested his head on Max's other shoulder.

“Trying to figure out what bus?” he stage-whispered into the surfer boy's ear.

“No,” Max growled, twitching away from both of them. Then, sighing and scanning his eyes over the waiting buses, “I already know which one. I was figuring out the time.”

“Now!” proclaimed Zeke, hopping up and down. “Make it now.”

Ambraxus pulled Zeke's bouncing body into himself and threw Max a pointed look. “You know I could just rape your brain again and find out.” He gave a wicked grin that said he would enjoy doing so very, very much.

Max threw Ambraxus a tired look and started over toward a bus that had just pulled in.

They climbed onto the bus silently, save Zeke who was alternating between making boat toots and airplane noises as he grinned beneath his paper hat.

The stop wasn't far away, but as the group piled out of the bus they all looked at Max questioningly. They were only a block away from the beach, the air thick with salt and seagulls cawing in the sky overhead. And all the houses were enormous, gorgeous, and worth far more they — save Prince Ambraxus — had had in their entire lives.

But maybe the place they were going was one of the tiny, run-down houses that had been here since before the towering mansions had sprung up all around them. Maybe he was actually leading them to the beach, where they would sleep on the sand or in some cove that he knew from when he was a lifeguard.

But Max led them up to the door of a sprawling two-story house with floor-to-ceiling windows lining the entire living room, revealing a long couch, flagstone floors and a marble fireplace.

Max breathed in, his hands clenched at his sides, hesitating.

Ambraxus reached around him and grabbed the door knocker, rapping it against the door before Max could protest.

“Wait, I—”

The door opened suddenly, revealing a blond woman with a Hispanic baby cradled on her hip. She was sort of pretty, pale with angular, freckle-dusted cheeks and light green eyes, but her breasts were on the small side and her hips didn't round out as much at they should, her shoulders too far apart.

“Max,” she breathed, her earrings clinking as she turned her head. “Y'all...”

“Anna,” Max said quietly.

--Tasha

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To those of you who don't remember, Anna is the hermaphrodite. :D
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Then: Knocking quickly before pulling the door open, max instantly wished he hadn’t. Leaning on his elbow against the counter, eyes closed in bliss, mouth foamy with toothpaste, and pants pulled down halfway down his thighs, Ambraxous pleased himself to the sensations of the toothbrush in his mouth.

Now: Ambraxous's eyes slid up to meet Max's. “Either help, or close the door, don't just stand there gawking. Though, I suppose the view might be nice from your side of the room.” His lips split into a fanged grin. Scarlet, Max slammed the door to the sound of Ambraxous laughing.

~~~~

The following morning revealed two ruffled boys and two bemused half demons sitting around the breakfast table. Max was avoiding Ambraxous's eyes, which only prompted him to try harder to get under his skin. Shane was acting uncharacteristically fluffy, lost in thought, staring at Max, and playing idly with his food. Zeke was painting his toe-nails, feet up on the table, flashing panty-shots, whether to his knowledge or not. Conversation was light, mostly about naked skydiving and cable TV.

A knock at the door interrupted them. Shane cringed. He was beginning to hate knocks at the door. He got up begrudgingly. He slowly opened the door, and his worst fears were solidified. It was The Landlord. He did not look pleased.

The Landlord frowned at him. “Hello, Shane.”

“Hello, Mr. Zekowski.”

“I've been told you are housing extra people's at this residence.” The Landlord looked over Shane's shoulder at the group of miscreants at the table. He narrowed his eyes.

“Oh, god, um, look, Mr. Zekowski sir, its, you see... its all temporary, my bro is just crashing here, he's got no where to go, and you see, its... well, Zeke, he's... ah...”

“Look, this is in no way the first problem the two of us have had. Actually, there seems to be quite a list. Remember the noise complaints?”

Ambraxous's fault. Shane thought. He said nothing.

“The gas leak?”

Ambraxous.

“The water dripping into good old Mrs. Leary's Apartment? The naked men in the lobby?”

Ambraxous.

“The police, barging into my office at three am?”

Ambraxous.

“Let alone the fire that nearly burned down the whole complex!”

Ok, that one might have been have been him. “Look, I know we haven't exactly been perfect tenants, but I promise we will be better, we'll do something about...”

“No, Shane, I warned you. You have three days to leave the premises. I am evicting you.”

Shane's eyes widened. “THREE DAYS??? You can't!”

“Damn right I can, and I'll be glad to be rid of you. Good riddance, I say.”

Shane swallowed. How were they supposed to find an apartment in three days? “Please, Mr. Zekowski...” The Landlord just smiled, walking away.

Shane turned toward his compatriots. “I guess you heard all that.” They nodded, and Zeke looked about ready to burst into tears. “I suggest we break up and start looking, we don't have much time. Max and I can look downtown, Ambraxous and Ezekiel can look up, ok? We'll meet back with our results. Apartments, houses, waehouses, anything, ok guys?”

Max grabbed a few more croissants and followed Shane out the door.

~~~~

After hours of searching, Shane and Max had found nothing. It seemed hopeless, finding a home in so short a time. The sun beat down on them, and both men were about ready to collapse. Little did they know that nearby, someone else was searching as well.

Grim looked at Gloom skeptically. “You mean to say you found him? After all this time, not even cloaked or anything?” he said.

Gloom shook her head, pulling at the laces in her corset. “I can't explain it either, but that boy down there definitely has the queen's blood in him. It has to be Ambraxous, in disguise of course. One of his talents... She's about lost her head looking for him. We'll get promoted for sure.”

Grim smiled and ran his fingers through her long silver hair and along the length of her horns, then pulled her into a kiss. “Yes, my love. Now, we have work to do.”

Gloom smiled a broad grin and flexed her wings, entwining her long, sinuous tail around her mate's leg. “This shall be quick, how bout afterwards we find a young boy in a club somewhere to celebrate?”

“As you wish, my passion.” Grim cracked his knuckles and stared down at Shane and Max from their rooftop perch.

~ Scaz

oooo, a cliffhanger. I decided to bump the plot along a little, hope no one minds. Two new characters! I should be punished for stealin' the show. So who's next?

Last time
“Shane… I love you.”
“I love you too, Max.”
He pulled his brother close and pushed in as far as he could.
He pulled him close and melded with him.
This time

The lovers collapsed on each other, whispering and panting; their saliva, sweat, tears, and semen coated them, keeping them warm and sticky. Max pulled his soften penis from inside the pale young man below him as their arms wrapped around each other. He slivered into the cradle of limbs, slowly kissing Shane’s damp collarbones. The kisses and nibbles trailed down his torso, nipping at each rib causing Shane to rise up to the contact. The latter ran his fingers through sex-tossed blonde hair, rubbing his brother’s scalp. As Shane’s nails bit into Max’s neck, he rested his head on the warm rib crag.

“Did that really happen or was that just another dream?” max whispered against Shane’s breastbone, tightening his grip on his brother to reassure he would not disappear. Shane gave a soft smile. Never had anyone really cared about him like he was being cared for now. The only one that ever made him feel this comfortable was…was.. Max when they were younger.

“No, this is very real.” He ran his sharp nails down the tan back with his over hand. A delicious hiss of pain leaked into the air. He reminded himself to teach him S&M later.

“What do we do now?” max whispered.

Caught off guard by this meaningful question, Shane really didn’t have an answer. The literal thing to do is get out of bed, but the deeper meaning, he didn’t know. This was very new to him.

“I guess the only to do is get dresses and get some food. I don’t know about you, but I’m very hungry. And maybe after that we can talk to my landlord about getting some cable.”

Reluctantly, with a small kiss, they let each other go and got dressed quickly. Neither was embarrassed or ashamed of themselves, but there was a slight uncertainty in the air as they pulled up zippers and fixed collars. Both had society’s training screaming at him that it wasn’t right, but there hearts were disagreeing the whole time. As they approached the door, Shane wrapped his arm around max and kissed him on the cheek.

As the door opened, bewildered demon fell face first to the floor. He rolled over and looked up at the pinkish lovers.

“Its about time you got laid, bro,” he said, smiling around sharp teeth. Instantly, max flushed bright red and the pale boy turned invisible, leaving his brother to walk quickly in full view into the kitchen.

Max plopped down on the dining room table after getting a sandwich for lunch and watched as the one next to him pulled out and a quiet plop alerted him of Shane’s presence. He smiled.

“Oh come on Shane-y!” Ambraxous said, placing his clawed hands on the brothers’ shoulder-although it appeared to be floating in midair on Shane’s. “Don’t be embarrassed! I’m fine with it. Hell, I encourage it!” He let go and sat down on the other side of the table, calling the shy Ezekiel from his hiding spot in the hallway. The demon prince pulled the servant into his lap and petted his hair.

“I’m pleased for you two. If that makes you happy, who cares about who you are? And from the beautiful moans you were making; I would say you’re very happy!”

Slowly as Max bit into his sandwich, Shane’s wispy outline appeared, gray strands of hair rested on the white outline of his face. The dark green shirt showed up, covering the outline of his arm down to his plastic bracelets. Soon, his black shorts and pale legs developed in his white soaks. Finally, all that pale skin solidified and his blushing face was clearly visible under his black hair.

Max grinned. His face had reddened like that right before he climaxed. Tears appeared in the corner of his eyes and beads of sweat rolled down his pink cheeks as he grit his teeth and hitched his hips forwards, spurting seed onto them both. As these thoughts entered his head, Shane looked over at him with a sexy smile. With a throbbing hard on in Max’s shorts, the pale boy grinned a knowing smile. Max wanted so badly to bend him over the table and have his way with him all over again. And again, and again.

Ambraxous watched the two lovers like a science experiment. He could tell from the first week that he meet Max that he fancied Shane. And over the last few days, it was getting worse. Just an hour or so ago they had been the throes of passion love. Now they were both radiating sexual need and he was so proud! I guess I have rubbed off on them…

Suddenly, the boy in his lap wiggled as he turned around, causing him to stir from his thoughts. The small boy asked what the demon wanted before rushing off to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of pudding. This is slowly coming back to him, this servant thing. It had been a year or more* since he had someone looking after him all the time. And oddly enough, he didn’t want to have sex with his pet. He respected him too much to fuck him. He was in the same boat as he was: on the run and living in fear of returning. Guess the only thing to do today is watch these lovebirds go at it.

Shane like the attention max was pouring over him. He could tell by the lusty look in his eye and the growing bulge in his pants that he was recalling their fucking from earlier. He took full advantage of it and smiled his sexiest smile, causing Max’s eyes to glaze over and his body to tense in frustration. “How about we go get the cable? I feel like watching actual TV, not the weather channel and mtv in Spanish.”

One long hour of teasing later, Shane flopped onto the cough, stretching out his stiff muscles and watching cartoons. They were childish but it was amusing. Just as one little cartoon disappeared behind a tree, max sat down next to him. They snuggled up together and watched nonsense all day, not caring about Gwen, ex-girlfriends, or nightclubs; they just relaxed.

“Shane,” Max started. “What are we going to do about sleeping arrangements?” Shane shrugged. It really didn’t bother him if Max wanted to stay out here instead of being with him tonight. But Shane was a big boy, if Max wanted it that way, that’s fine.

“You can sleep out here if you want. I’d preferred if you came and sleep with me, but whatever your comfortable with.”

“Thank you.” He said, kissing his gently on the lips, leaving him absolute of his answer.

As Shane and Max relaxed for bed, Max walked out to the bathroom for one last bathroom break before bed. As he raised his hand to knock on the door he heard the hum of an electronic toothbrush and a muffled moan. At first it sounded innocent, but the moans got louder and the sound of skin meeting skin made his eyes widened in an expression that could only be described as ‘wtf?’

Knocking quickly before pulling the door open, max instantly wished he hadn’t. Leaning on his elbow against the counter, eyes closed in bliss, mouth foamy with toothpaste, and pants pulled down halfway down his thighs, Ambraxous pleased himself to the sensations of the toothbrush in his mouth.

*I figured a year is about the time that Ambraxous has been on the run. Forgive me if there are some spelling and grammar problems. If there are big problems, go ahead and fix them. If I may say Shannon, that was a tough chapter to follow! But I did my best. It was more of a filler chapter then anything else. And so everybody knows, that is the new Pulse Action toothbrush that Ambraxous is using. He has a toothbrush fetish.
~Oh, one more thing, how about we upload an icon for each person so we know who is who from the icon?
-Danny

OMG I did it! AHAHAHA! ::evil grin::


Max sat up so quickly from his dream that he lost his balance and fell to the floor, still wrapped in the sheets. His body was soaked in sweat and other bodily fluids and his heart was beating so hard he thought it might burst from his chest like a gory remake of Alien.

    He groaned and held a hand to his head, which had collided briefly with the floor. His heart still racing, keeping pace with his thoughts, he headed to the shower. He let the water wash over his lean body, trying to collect himself to some degree. He tried to think about his ex, but only met with failure. Images of Shane flared in his vision. Shirtless, lounging on the couch reading some vampire novel. Smirking at him for some reason forgotten. Hair shaven, clothed in black and strobe lights. Long hair loose as he grinded against him begging for… Max halted that train of thought immediately. What the hell was wrong with him? He let the water run, but it could not make him clean.
What could have been years later he stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, and pulled on some pants. No clean underwear, laundry having been forgotten amid recent events. Well, little harm in going commando.
    He started down the hall, but stopped in front of Shane’s room. The door was cocked open, and he could see his brother, still dressed the same as last night: fishnets and sweat. Shane stirred uneasily in his sleep, hands gripping the bedding like a last salvation. Max quietly closed the door. He stood there a moment, back to the wall, staring into space, then walked back into the main room.
    He was greeted by Ezekiel and Ambraxus. Zeke was putting braids randomly into Ambraxus’ hair, while the latter was flipping through TV channels.
    “You know, we really need to get cable”
    Max ignored this, and stared curiously at Ambraxus being groomed. “Dude, how is it you put up with him so much? You fuck everything that has a pulse, and yet here’s this boy who is declaring himself your slave, and not only have you not touched him, you let him braid your hair. What’s up with that?”
    “I resent that.”
    “Er, I didn’t mean…”
    “Vampires don’t have pulses. They are good people.”
    Max was about to respond when a knock at the door interrupted their conversation. He glanced at Ambraxus, who shrugged, then went over and opened it.
    “Hi, uh, is, um, Shane there?”
    It was Gwen.
    “You… YOU… FUCKING SADISTIC BITCH I’LL FUCKING RIP YOUR THROAT OUT!!”
    “Look, I just came to apologize…”
    “GET THE FUCK OUT! YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE, NOR WILL YOU EVER BE WELCOME HERE AGAIN.”
    Gwen resembled a deer in the headlights, wide eyed, staring at the boy before her. Ambraxus grabbed Max before he could take things any further.
    “Just go, Gwen.” Ambraxus said, his eyes piercing into her. Ezekiel curled up on the couch, disliking the conflict. Gwen fled.
    “Max?” Shane’s voice came hesitantly, “What’s going on.”
    Max closed the door, still fuming. His head was spinning, he didn’t know what to do. Shane, forgetting his own problems with his worry for Max, came and put a hand on his shoulder. “Its ok, calm down. Who was that?”
    “Gwen.” Max spat. Shane took a step back and looked up at the door like it a monster from the ninth level of hell. He wrapped his arms around himself and took off for his room.
    “No, you are not disappearing on me again…” Max growled, chasing after him. He flung the door open and grappled his brother, pulling him down on the bed and sitting on top of him. “Now try and escape you little…” but his eyes softened and he sighed. “I’m worried about you Shane. You don’t know what this is doing to me. God Shane, why can’t you just talk to us, to me?”
    “This doesn’t involve you…”
    “To hell it doesn’t! Oh, Shane, how could you say that? All my life, you’ve been there for me. You saved my laugh that time at the beach, when I was still learning to surf, remember? You’ve let me stay at your place, you’ve talked me through all my relationship problems. We grew apart the last couple years, but you were still always there when I needed you, as if by magic. What about the car wreck? Remember that? And now, the one time, the one time you need me, I’m not there.” Max lowered his gaze. “I wasn’t there for you Shane, and that hurts me like nothing else. To see you in pain, to see you suffer at the hands of your inner demons. Its unbearable. All I want is for you to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I can’t help but feel…” The emotions were overflowing inside him, tearing him near apart. He sunk against Shane, touched his forehead against his, and stared into his eyes. Eyes just like his.
   
    “I love you, Shane.”
    “I love you too, Max”
    “I mean, more than… I can’t…” He bit his lip. He wanted nothing more than to be close to the boy in front of him. To touch him, comfort him. He wanted to be as close as possible. It dawned on him then, the dreams, the urges... they weren’t so much sexual, it was this overwhelming desire to be close. As close as two humans could get. He wanted to feel his brother against him, meld with him. Part of him felt sick, society’s training yelling at him in horror. But another, greater part, didn’t care.
    Inches from his brother’s face, he could feel his breath upon him, smell his scent. It was unbearable. Hesitantly, he pulled closer still. “Shane… I…” Their lips met, the taste burning inside of him. He couldn’t believe what he’d done, and pulled back, aghast. Shane said nothing, but cocked his head to one side. After a few long moments he leaned toward Max, wrapped his hand around his head, and pulled him back down, kissing him passionately. Shane murmured something softly, but it was lost in the space between heartbeats. They both were lost in each other.
Max’s hand began to travel across Shane’s smooth skin, pulling at the netting that wrapped around him. He kissed his brother’s neck, bit at his ears, the shaved skin of his nape. Shane responded in kind, licking and gnawing. Max carefully pulled of the fishnet shirt, revealing Shane’s pale flesh. He pulled him as close as possible, relishing the warmth of his body. He kissed a trail from neck to the very base of his flat stomach, pulling at Shane’s pants. Shane leaned his head back, his long lashes fluttering.
    Slowly, ever so slowly, Max removed Shane’s pants, leaving kisses as he went. Finally, he was left staring down at his brother’s muscled, naked body. He hesitated, then carefully took Shane into his mouth. It was better than the dream. He brought Shane to fits of moans and gasps of breath, then slowly undid his own pants.
    “Oh Max…” Shane breathed. Max’s heart raced, and slowly he pushed inside of Shane, feeling every inch and every tremble of that body.
    “Shane… I love you.”
    “I love you too, Max.”
    He pulled his brother close and pushed in as far as he could.
    He pulled him close and melded with him.

~ Scaz

You know, I always thought Shane would make the first move. Go figure.

*Be warned, there is a “wtf” moment in here, but trust me, you’ll get it. And also, I’ve been up to my naughty tricks again, so expect sex after the ~~~ line. Its funny how I can write the sex scene much better then the other ones…. I will be gone for two weeks, but I will be back so enjoy the sex and don’t do anything I would do. -Dani*

“Will you at least come back to the apartment now? We are all worried sick about you.”

Shane looked at his brother with a sad smile. He just didn’t understand everything he has gone through today. He knows, but cannot understand unless he went through it himself, which he would never wish upon anyone. He reached his hand out and ran his black polished fingertips along this Max’s stubbly check. The rough texture assured him that life is still normal to others. But not for him …

“Not yet.” He said simply before disappearing into thin air.

Max, frustrated by Shane’s stubbornness, went off into the orgy of people towards the bar to find his full demon roommate. What appeared close before was now miles away and an army of lust-minded ravers stood in the way, dry humping each other and the unwilling surfer.

As he tracked through the mob of people, hands and bodies colliding into him, but he just brushed it off and kept going. Suddenly, someone gripped his hips as he walked by and held him in place as man came up in front of him. The man in front was a fair man with dyed black hair in his 30s ran his hands up and down Max’s stunned body as the man behind him ground into his ass with his groan.

“You wanna play with us?” a rough voice whispered into his ear from behind.

Unable to find a way out, the men continued to fondle him all over. An unknown hand started to snake its way into his pants and group him. Letting out a squeaky yelp max ran towards the bar, breaking the threesome apart.

Approaching the bar, he found Ambraxus sitting on a barstool with his body draped against the glass bar top with a extremely skinny girl cradling his lap with there tongues battling on in a endless fight.

Despite his gender, this was just too much sex for Max.

Tapping the demon boy on the shoulder, he didn’t do anything but laced his claws though girl long pink dreads. The girl gave a delightful smirk into the kiss and slithered her hands up his shirt, rubbing his chest.

Screw this, Max thought, rolling his eyes. He poked him hard in the lower ribs; he was thankful the demon had ribs and wasn’t squishy like a jellyfish. His eye popped up and stared at the surfer while he continued his actions.

“He’s gone, I’m going home. Don’t bring anyone home.” His glare shifted to the girl before strolling out with an odd mixer of pity for Zeke and violation from the lust overdose.

The air outside was cool and moist, like any second it would pour. As if reading his thoughts, drops of water fell from the sky towards the earth, landing on anything in the way, including the blond. Max sighed and jogged though the rain back to the apartment. He had not noticed the raven-like figure sitting on the roof watching him leave before vanishing.

~~~~~~~~

With a soft gasp, the blond haired surfer took the hard flesh into his mouth. It pulsated as he moved his head up and down, licking and sucking as he went. He slipped his third finger into the expanded opening and the body under him whimpered. Slim fingers wrapped themselves into his hair to steady him before pulling him off with a ‘pop’.

Taking the hint, he removed his fingers and flipped the top of the lube bottle before lathering his manhood. He then pulled those, slender legs over his shoulders and positioned himself at the entrance. Slowly, he pushed his cock into the body underneath him.

He moaned and examined this person’s body as he slowly inched himself in and out; perfect genitalia, curly black pubic hair that rose to the navel, slightly muscled stomach, and a flat chest with long hairs resting on his shoulders and chest, dancing with every breath. As he slid out to his crown, he was suddenly aware that he was having sex with a boy. He pushed back into him, not really caring; the sweet noises this young man made were worth it.

After a few more prods, he curled the boy below him and pushed into his deeper, but not rougher. This was not fucking this was something else.

With a single plunge, he hit a small knob and the slender boy hissed and contracted his abs. Max’s eyes followed the long black hair to the face etched in ecstasy.

“Oh Max,” Shane said in a winded voice. “Keep going.”

Max sat up so quickly from his dream that he lost his balance and fell to the floor, still wrapped in the sheets. His body was soaked in sweat and other bodily fluids and his heart was beating so hard he thought it might burst from his chest like a gory remake of Alien.

AN: omg I'm SOOOO sorry about taking forever and a day. Seriously. But it's here now, and I put more effort into making this one really good quality writing to make up for it! Wee!
~Tash


“Bro?”
In an instant, those eyes were on him. Max fell silent at once. They were his eyes, the clear, shocking blue that was the most tangible link between the boy and himself. His eyes. And now a poisonous wrath was glaring from them behind Shane's slicked black hair. Max found that he could do nothing but watch open mouthed as his half-brother looked upon him with hurt all over his face, and then disappear into the throbbing crowd.
The thudding, bass-heavy metal rushed back to Max's ears. A girl had her arms wrapped around him, one hand slowly snaking itself to his crotch.
Max pulled away and dove into the mob after Shane.
His brother was not okay.
He became aware of a cold wetness on his face. He wondered for a fleeting moment if it was tears or sweat, but the thought disappeared as he was wrenched back into the dancers. More hands and legs and faces everywhere. He surfaced into a small clearing and gasped for much-needed oxygen. The air was thick with sin and sweat, and he was becoming increasingly claustrophobic.
The music thudded on, the people disappearing and coming back in the strobe light, writhing as one delirious, drunken mass.
“Shane!”
Within the crowd, Max suddenly spotted him. Perhaps.
He rushed blindly towards where he had seen him. If it had been him at all. But it had to be.
He was aware of a hand gripping his arm only half a moment before it yanked him out of the mass. He landed on a hot torso with fishnets clinging to the slick sweat that covered it- Shane.
“Shane!” he choked, his throat suddenly tied in a knot. “Shane...”
He sobbed against his brother's chest and found his arms around him, Shane's lips over his ear comfortingly. He was far too aware of Shane's slow breath, of how wonderful his hug felt, how he smelled like coffee and incense and marijuana. Max hoped the last one was just from being in this place, but then the worry was gone and his lips were on Shane's soft neck, kissing and licking then biting softly. One of them let out a soft moan, and Max pressed his hips into Shane, forcing him deeper into the padded walls of the club.
Then suddenly he felt it, with his hand that he hadn't realized had traveled to below Shane's belt buckle.
Max froze.
“Max...” Shane whispered.
Max managed to force a strangled noise to come out from his suddenly re-tied throat. He looked up into his brother's face slowly, very conscious of what he had just done and what he had just felt in his brother's pants.
He sighed as he saw that all the hatred of earlier was gone from those eyes. Now there was a sort of heavy sadness mixed with the halfway-lowered eyelids of lust.
“I... I can't,” Shane gasped. As Max started unconsciously to protest, Shane rushed on. “I'm sorry. I just... can't be touched right now. Not after that.”
A sick, pervading silence enveloped them, stealing away the wonderful passion Max had felt only a few seconds before. Slowly, he nodded and backed away slightly.
“S-sorry.”
Shane shook his head. “Nah, 'tsalright.”
“Will you at least come back to the apartment now? We're all worried sick about you.”

“What got you so bitter, anyway, Shane?” pondered Ambraxus as he twirled a muffin in his hands. “Aren't I usually more the S&M one?”

The others stared for a moment. Max, worried about his brother, put a hand on his shoulder and asked, “You ok, bro?”

“Leave me the fuck alone.”

Max cringed back. Now he was really worried. He had sensed something off about his teasing before, but this was different. His brother was known to be at times angstful, passively aggressive, troublesome, teasing, and various other manner of things, but Max did not know how to handle mood swings and out right aggression. He could see that he was keeping things inside, and he wanted nothing more than to somehow help, but he just didn’t know how.

“Shane…” Ambraxus said, realizing the situation had turned bad rather quickly.

“You go have fun with your new boy toy, he seems more than happy to please,” Shane said scathingly. He grabbed a muffin and started toward his room. “I’m gonna head out soon, I probably won’t be back till late.”

Max watched Shane leave with a worried look on his face. Zeke said hesitantly, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No… he’s just going through a lot of hell right now.” Ambraxus sighed.

“Oh Shane…” Max stared off into space.

* * *

Shane stared into his mirror. He felt sick to his stomach and his head was spinning. He couldn’t really think straight. His mind was wandering. He had quit his job when Ambraxus showed up, he’d said he could easily afford the apartment with money from home. But with all these people on the property trouble might arise, even if Max went back to his girlfriend, the apartment limit was two adults, and where else were they supposed to live? Classes were out for the summer at least, he was lucky for that bit of help. He glanced at his reflection again and glowered. He hated it, suddenly. He hated this person in front of him. He wished he were someone else. He wanted to be lost.

* * *

Late that evening, Ambraxus found himself playing connect four and battleship at the same time with Zeke. He had seen no sign of Shane and Max had left shortly after breakfast, leaving him with his “pet”. He still didn’t know what to think of that. Zeke carefully aligned a plastic disk, then triumphantly declared “A5!” Ambraxus scowled. Zeke giggled. “I win!” He had. Both games. “Wanna play again, Master?”

“Not now…”

“Pleeeeeaaaase”

Ambraxus was saved from answering by the door opening to reveal Max who plopped down dejectedly on the coach.

“I can’t believe it.” Max said, in obvious disbelief.

“What?”

“She… she… cheated on me! I came in to beg her forgiveness, and she was with another man!” Ambraxus grimaced and patted his back hesitantly, still not good at the comfort thing.

“I couldn’t even confront her about it. Its her apartment… I don’t know what I’ll do.” Ambraxus refrained from mentioning he’d basically moved into their apartment as it was.

“Where’s Shane?” Max asked after a time.

“Am I my brother’s keeper?”

Max glared at him. “I’m worried about him, what with Gwen, you know, raping him and all.”

“Well, if you’re that worried, I can tell you he’s… well… shit, the fucker’s hiding his energy signature.”

Zeke looked up with doe like eyes. “Is Mr. Shane ok?”

Ambraxus looked off into space, as if searching for something beyond the normal senses. “I think he’s downtown somewhere.”

Max looked at Zeke and said, “I sure hope so…”

* * *

Their search led them to a club full of the outcasts of society. Men in leather and chains gyrated against each other, and women in skirts and striped stockings drank green liquor at the bar. Ambraxus fit right in, but Max felt uneasily out of place. Ambraxus had told Zeke to stay home, to keep from attracting the wrong attention, and, strangely enough, he obeyed quietly. It seemed anyone could get lost here, however, without ever being noticed, or possibly ever to return.

Indeed, finding Shane was proving difficult, and Max was wondering if they ever would when he saw, in the middle of the club grinding to the sounds of Nine Inch Nails over the loudspeakers, a boy. It took him a second to realize who it was. He was dressed in black pants and fishnets, his black hair gelled on the top and across his face and shaved everywhere else, topped by a pair of gothish goggles. Light flashed off a couple piercings in his ears, as well as a labret. A tattoo of demon wings spread across his shoulder blades. Max barely recognized him. He could see the power in the boy as he danced, the demon blood coursing through his veins like a terrible fire. He approached slowly, unsure of what he was looking at.

“Bro?”

Pic I can't get to show up... asshats

~Scaz: sorry for the quick doodle and the drama luv entry.... I tried to look up rape trauma stuff and integrate that into the characters. Does it work?

“Ambraxus, could you pass the salt?” Max asked sleepily.

“Ambraxus?!?!?!” Zeke looked up with a start, eyes wide with a mix of shock, hope, and sheer terror.

“Oops.”

There was a very still silence at the table for some seconds. Then, slowly, Shane's hand raised up and thwapped Max upside the head.

“Owww!” Max protested, though everyone knew it hadn't hurt that much.

Zeke looked from person to person desperately, still hoping for some explanation.

“Uhm...” Ambraxus said, pervading the silence. He coughed. “Well...”

“Okay, shit!” Shane interrupted. “Look, Zeke, he's fucking your Prince Ambraxus! Okay?! Sheesh!”

There was a huge silence in which everyone stared at Shane.

“Uhm....” whispered Ezekiel meekly. “Why... why does Prince Abraxus have a lover so far from his palace?”

“Wha?” inquired a very confused Max.

“No,” Ambraxus said, with a tangible note of finality in his voice. “This is useless. Ezekiel, I am Ambraxus.”

Ezekiel blinked. He watched Ambraxus silently. He rocked back and forth in his chair.

“Okay,” he said somewhat matter-of-factly, a sunny smile on his face. ^-^

Shane sputtered into his coffee. “Okay?! That's all you're going to say?!”

“Dude,” Max said airily. “Why and when did you pick up a cup of coffee? We were all having an awkward silence. You were supposed to stay perfectly still, because movement would break the silence and bring about the wrath of Satan.”

“Do you want me to hit you again?”

“Not really...”

“Oh, come on, you know there's a masochist deep down inside you dying to come out and play with me,” pleaded Shane, grinning devilishly.

Max scooted away slightly.

“I'll play!” Zeke shouted, raising his hand up above his head.

Ambraxus eyed Zeke for a few incredulous moments, wondering if Zeke really knew what he was volunteering for, and what it would mean if he did, being as Zeke had been a “pet” meant for him.

Zeke nodded vigorously, but Ambraxus sighed and shook his head.

“No hitting the cute little...uhm... demon.”

“What if he asks for it?” asked Shane, still wearing his mischievous smile.

“Didn't he already?”

“What got you so bitter, anyway, Shane?” pondered Ambraxus as he twirled a muffin in his hands. “Aren't I usually more the S&M one?”

“It's morning,” Shane muttered, collapsing on the table. “Sleep time.”