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Not Too Late

By: GS



I awoke slowly and gradually my senses began to perceive the things around me. The bed I was in had a color co-ordinated comforter which matched the drapes and knick-knacks which were tastefully displayed on the walls. It was a woman's bedroom. . . a woman of taste! Beside me in the bed, Tammy lay asleep, on her stomach, with the comforter pulled up over her shoulders so that only a bit of the side of her face under her coal black hair was exposed. A ray of sunlight came through the window of the modern, log home to brighten her face. Underneath the cover her body lay completely nude . . .exposed to me. . .

My splitting headache was not from alcohol or drugs. . .or tobacco! Or even late hours for that matter! Rather it was from a recent life threatening experience with a virus that had felled me far in the back country and left me dehydrated and feverish. I did not remember being delivered to the rural clinic in Northern Idaho; nor, did I remember the efforts to bring me back to life. During the night, after I had been taken to the clinic, I awoke to a feeling of nausea and a splitting headache and found myself in hospital a bed. When Tammy came into the room I saw a 40-year old woman in hospital garb. . .totally sexless, with grey, steel rim glasses and eyes that might best be described as dull. Sick as I was, I was quick to note her condition.

It soon became apparent; however, that she was a capable nurse, anticipating my every need. Since I was the only overnight patient, she cared for me frequently. When I wanted to go to the bathroom she assisted me to the seat and allowed me to sit; then, helped me back to the bed. Caring and professional as she was, it was apparent that there was no feeling in what she did. . . .in fact, there didn't seem to be any feeling in anything she did. By morning, when she went off shift, I had looked into her eyes and observed nothing. She could have been dead and her feelings, if she had any, were carefully hidden.

During the day, I slept and began to recover from my condition. My senses had cleared and the headache had been mitigated with pain relievers. I ate a big dinner and slept well. By 11:30 p.m. I was wide awake and when Tammy came into the room I was not particularly impressed. Other women might have aroused my interest but Tammy held no interest. . . .We talked, man-to-man, so to speak. I told her about my problems on the mountain and about the messy divorce and bankruptcy that had taken me there. Long after I knew I should have shut my mouth I continued to talk. I was at the bottom of a long, downhill life and now I was at rock bottom. . . ."Shut your stupid mouth," I said silently to myself.

I felt my eyes go glassy and tried not to cry. . . ."Shoot," I said and cried anyway. It was about then that I felt a hand on mine, softly holding it and offering comfort. Damn, she was a good nurse. . . .I could swear that the was showing real feeling!

By morning, when Tammy went off shift, we had formed a bond. She listened to me and responded with reflective and directive questions that kept me talking for hours. She was good. . . . .

The next night I was waiting for her to arrive and determined that she was going to tell me a bit about herself. It might not be easy but I was sure that I could bring out her feelings and her past. Besides, there was not much else to do in this clinic. This night there were two other patients in the clinic and Tammy attended to them first before she came to me.

Tammy was born in a dirty, unheated bedroom of a Northern California commune. Her mother was a weak and easily controlled drug addict who was forced to work long hours and address the sexual needs of various male members of the commune. In return she received food, shelter and drugs to feed her habit. Tammy had been an accident. That she lived at all was not a tribute to her post natal care. . .there was none.

Growing up in the commune, she slept where she could and when she could. . . .often in the same room as her mother while her mother engaged in sexual activity. When she was old enough she went to school and had her first chance to see how other children interacted with each other. For the first time she saw love, respect, caring, and the good life. Tammy watched and learned well. Her grades were excellent and she received encouragement from her teachers. She had no friends and avoided any possibility of a relationship out of fear. . . .

Shortly after she turned sixteen, Tammy was accosted by one of the male members of the commune and raped. While her virginity was taken from her she knew that struggle would be futile so she lay quietly and cried as this man she thoroughly despised poured his semen into her. When it was over she refused his offer of drugs to calm her feelings and did what she could to keep from getting pregnant. Once a week, for the next year and a half, she submitted to the men of the commune. . .men she despised! men she hated! Then, the day after her high school graduation, she packed her extra pair of shorts and underwear, in fact all her earthly belongings, into a shopping bag and walked away from the only home she'd ever known.

Life had not been easy at first. She worked in a fast food facility, putting in as many hours as she could and saving her money. She worked at menial jobs while she learned to interact with people. She studied the people around her. Still, she avoided people and relationships and they avoided her. Her emotions remained hidden deep inside where they could not be exposed to the view of others. She learned to live totally alone. . . .not happy but most likely content with her life.

Finally, at the age of 34 she had earned a certification as a nurse practitioner and moved to northern Idaho where she might live alone and friendless without having to explain her situation to others. Financially successful and accepted into the rural community, Tammy had leisure time to look at her life and wonder what might have been. She concentrated on her work and determined to get satisfaction out of that. She had long since forgiven the men of the commune and what they had done to her. . . . .forgiven but not forgotten! Men did not figure into her life and as she neared the age when she might never bear children she began to wonder. . .she seldom masturbated, preferring to keep those sexual urges buried away from her conscious mind.

By morning of that next night in the hospital, I knew all of that. She had spent much of the night as I had the night before with me probing and her talking. We didn't know it yet but we had developed a strong bond between us. Also, on that morning, I was healthy again. . . .but not healthy enough to travel or be alone. even if I had been, I had no place to go and no money to go there with.

It was then that another staff nurse suggested that I might stay in Tammy's nursing home. . .something that was not an uncommon occurrence. Much as I might love to stay there, I had no money and could not ask for charity. "Come on out to my place and stay for a while," Tammy said. I did.

As she showed me to my room I saw only her professional manner. . .cold, distant and devoid of all feeling! Her eyes were dull and the closeness of the night before was gone. I spent the day getting back to a routine as Tammy slept. I avoided sleep so that I might return to sleeping at night. Meals were eaten while we engaged in small talk. . .. I stayed out of bed until Tammy left for work to encourage my old sleep patterns. Later, in bed, sleep did not come and I tossed and turned until early morning. At 7:30 a.m. I got up and made coffee with bacon, eggs, toast and juice in anticipation of Tammy's return from work.

Promptly at 8:10 a.m. she came through the door and immediately sat down to her breakfast. She was impersonal as ever. After breakfast she went immediately to bed and left me to myself. By 5:30 p.m. she had gotten her required sleep for the day and came out of her bedroom freshly bathed and fully dressed.

We prepared a delicious dinner in silence and ate it much the same way. After the dishes were cleared we were free for the evening and sat down to watch television. The rather inane movie that we settled on, mostly because it was on the channel that was tuned in when the set came on, was loaded with half naked women and sexual innuendo. . .I was fascinated and made no attempt to change the channel. Later, another romance drama came on and we half watched and half talked to each other.

By midnight, I was ready to retire and started to make preparations when Tammy took my hand. "Be gentle with me, there's a lot I don't know." she said. As I contemplated the gravity of that remark she continued, "Teach me to be a woman." Until that moment I had never thought of her in those terms. . . . Now!

In her eyes I now saw a new Tammy for the first time. . . .a person filled with fear, distrust and a passion that had been heretofore been unapparent! A person who was pleading with me. . . . .

We went to her room holding hands and I felt hers shake. I did not take her; rather, I played with her. I kissed her and caressed her; then, encouraged her to return the favor. As I nestled my lips into the back of her neck, under her hair I felt her first tremor of passion. We slowly undressed, caressed and fondled each other but never going beyond where she was comfortable.

As we went through those 'preliminaries' I was acutely aware of my responsibilities in the relationship. She had asked me to be gentle. ..to show her! This would be her night. . . . I owed her that!

As the evening unfolded and I sought only to make our sexual contact most pleasant for Tammy I began to discover that it was doing things for me. Soon I became highly aroused and it was difficult to determine if I was the student or the teacher. I enjoyed having the time to explore my feelings and to encourage hers. As I explored her body for the first time I became aware of certain likes and dislikes. . . .With each touch I not only stimulated the lady but became more skillful at touching as well. With each promise made and each promise kept we built a trust which allowed us more freedom with each other. The slow process made the first taste of intimacy so passionate, . . .so pleasant, and so new that our minds turned as one to pursue it further.

When I had touched and caressed most of her now exposed body we were both eager for the touch of her breasts. Then when I kissed them she said, "Oh yes!" and by that simple statement drove me to a frenzy. I quickly moved kissing down her belly and down her inner thigh and to the toes. On the return trip up the leg, along the inner thigh I met with bit of resistance from her hands and I responded with, "Please, I want to." Her hands and arms relaxed and I kissed her labia lightly at first. Then her hands and arms made an effort at resistance. I continued my quest slowly, licking, caressing and kissing finally landing on her waiting clitoris. The resistance quickly abated and very slowly her hands touched the back of my head to encourage me. Soon, she reacted to my ministrations like any other passionate woman. I like any other lusty man. When it was her turn to stimulate me with oral sex she hesitated and I did not encourage her further. . .that could come later! Instead, I continued my kissing and fondling.

Suddenly I felt her move and draw me over the top of her. . . ."Do it to me," she said. I resisted. "Are you sure?," I asked as I inserted a finger into her well lubricated count. Her eyes had come alive for the first time since I had known her and she glowed with a passion that I had never seen before. Then it was two fingers and and I moved over her to position myself for the coital act.

When I entered her I moved slowly, savouring the first penetration. . .allowing her lubrication to coat my tool as it entered. Once fully embedded we kissed and played for a bit; then, I withdrew and reinserted my penis in a manner that soon developed into a rhythm. As I entered her, I felt her rise off the bed to meet the thrust. There was on hurry as we enjoyed each other and we titalated and played as we slowly fucked. . . .that is, until she felt her orgasm begin to develop. Then the action reached a crescendo as she played out her feelings. . . .for the first time in her life!

After another crescendo, and then a third for her, I had reached the limit of my endurance and we came with an emotion so strong it could not be described. We were as close as two people can get, joined at the heart, at the mind and at the groin as I went limp.

Later, after much loving attention my tool was again erect and Tammy moved to make maximum use of it. We fucked again, with only the minimum preliminaties as we sought satisfaction in each other. It was easier this time as we engaged in our physical activity with the experience gleaned from our earlier activity. Instead of the unbridled passion we sought earlier, we sought comfort in each other and it was in each other's arms that we passed the night.

And so it was that I sat on the edge of the bed and looked down on Tammy. . . .beautiful the sunbeam on her face. As I eached her sleep she slowly began to awaken. First a slight stirring; then, an awareness of the world around her. She moved slowly and looked up at me with the languid expression of a cat awakend from a nap in the sunlight. "Hi," she said quietly.

"Hi yourself," I said in return. It was then that I saw a slight twitching of her lips. . . .certainly not a big, broad smile but a beginning..

Perhaps this was our beginning!

Not Too Late



This is a little story I've had in my head for the past few days. Not related in any way to my other stories even though I use the same names. 

~#~

Miles woke with a start as the alarm went off on his phone. "Ugh school all ready." Groggily he picked up his mobile and hit dismiss. Subconsciously he gazed at the date, October 12th read the display. Miles' eyes started to fill with tears and got back into bed. 4 years ago today his parents and younger sister died. 3 weeks before his 15th birthday a lorry driver who was way over the limit and had something else in his system hit the barrier on an overpass and crushed his family's car. He remembered when the police knocked on his door.

"Fortunately there were no other casualties" the office had said.

Yeah Miles had thought just my family. There was no one left for him. His parents had no contact with the rest of the family since the year before, when his Grandfather had hit him with a cane for being a 'sodomising cock sucker' as he put it, the rest of the family shared his view bar his Mom and Dad. They even moved half way across the world to get away from them. Born in the U.K died in the U.S.A he thought. It was hardly a surprise with the way he looked and his delicate voice but they never put two and two together.

"BREAKFAST!" came a female voice, breaking through Miles' train of thought causing a small smile to form on is lips. Hannah and Carl Wicks, their first friends in America had taken him in to their family along with their two daughters both of which were lesbian. They had been the best to him.

Miles plodded over to the mirror on his wall and took a good hard look at himself. His raven black hair was dishevelled and his skin its usual pale tone, his lips full and red and his eyes, his mysterious eyes. The brightens blue in the world with streaks of dark amethyst. No one could explain how he ended up with the black hair and his strange eyes. There was a soft knock at the door.

"Come in" Miles called. A brunette mop of hair popped though the door, "Mom's done a fry up, come on we've only got an hour and it will take you that to get ready!" She laughed and disappeared. Miles couldn't help but smile, Hayley was a few weeks older than him and for all accounts was his sister and best friend. They all knew what today was and would be determined to keep his mind off it.

By the time Miles got down stairs Carl had left and both Hannah and Hayley were fully ready and half way through breakfast. "About time." Hannah smiled, trying not to laugh, Hayley was less successful and nearly choked on a piece of bacon.

"Just needed to wake up." Miles replied, letting a larger smile to grace his face as he started to eat the mix of toast, sausage, bacon and eggs.

"That's the Miles we love." Hannah grinned.

Miles ate his food in a flash so he had enough time to shower and get ready. Once he was under the hot stream his mind turned from home to school. Hopefully today he wouldn't have to face Alex Branford, mister popular sports jock and the biggest homophobe in school. His friends and girlfriend aren't any better. Him and Hayley had had more than their share of damage done to their property or bodies and with Alex's dad been a powerful business man no one dares stop it, except for Ryan.

Alex's twin brother always stopped the attacks and if it wasn't him it was his girlfriend Clare. Both of them were as Alex would say 'homo-sympathizers'. The only differences between the two were Ryan had longer hair and a gentle voice compared to Alex's short cropped hair and harsh voice and a nasty scar on his throat. 

Again Miles was shocked back to reality when the water turned cold. Jumping out and grabbing a towel to stop him freezing. Running to his room he noticed the neatly placed clothes on his bed. Skinny black jeans and a purple shirt, his two favourite colours. Just as he finished getting his school stuff and art bag, Hannah yelled for him to come on. "I've got people to meet before school you know" she exclaimed.

"Like meet you secret girlfriend." He quickly replied. Hannah mockingly punched his shoulder as revenge."Ow!" Miles exclaimed, "That hurt." as mock tears filled his eyes.

"You should have been a drama student, you'd have kissed a lot more cute guys too." She grinned.

"I prefer to paint pretty pictures than kiss pretty guys." he joked.

They joked about each others love lives as they usually did when the chatter was disturbed by a loud engine. It was a sound they were all to familiar with, Alex's truck. The red truck sped past the two of them but not before his friends shouted faggots out the window. Miles fragile spirit was starting to crack, Alex would be at school before them which meant the before school abuse was likely. Hayley noticed the slight change in Miles in seconds. "Hey it will be ok, they wont start anything today, I promise." She softly said as she started texting.

"Thanks but even your magic cant stop them." He glumly replied Hayley only smiled.

They walked the rest of the way in silence, school was only a 20 minute walk and was pointless getting a nasty cramped bus only to go down the road. As the building came into sight, the dreaded red truck came into view but for once Alex wasn't at the door waiting. Miles frowned and looked at Hayley, "How did you do it?" He said, his eye giving mock evils.

"Lesbian magic my friend, lesbian magic." Was all she said while grinning like a cat. As they approached the doors, Hayley asked if he would meet her after school. "Can't." miles replied "I wont finish till 4 and I want to finish this painting." He said with a sigh.

"Will we get to finally see your secret masterpiece?" she asked in delight.

"Yeap, you wont like it but yeah, you will."

"Great! See you after school then." she gleefully cried as she ran to lesson.

~#~

The alarm went off with its usual high pitched beep, Ryan quickly pressed sleep as not to wake up the rest of his house, 6am was too early to get up according to his brother and father but he liked to be a school by 8.30, even though his first class wasn't till 9. He showered quickly and got dressed in dark blue jeans with a denim style shirt. He skipped breakfast and started the 45 minute walk to school, he owned a car but preferred the walk especially on a day like today. Today was the anniversary of Chris, his best friends death. Both of them kept an important secret from their families. They were both gay.

He and Chris had been close friends but never moved passed experimenting with each other, both of them preferred smaller guys rather than there own muscular builds. But somehow Chris' farther had found out and when he wasn't in school the next day Ryan went to investigate. As Ryan arrived at the house he saw a pile of Chris' stuff around the house and the door partly open. As Ryan entered, stunned to find Chris' cold broken body at the foot of the stairs. Panicking he called 911 on their phone and checked for Chris' pules, there wasn't one.

It was an open and close case, his farther in rage had beaten Chris within an inch of his life before been thrown down the stairs. It was then he gave his brother Alex his scar. Alex had been the one to tell Chris' farther about him seeing Chris kissing some guy and Alex been Alex said he deserved it. That's when he threw a bottle at him and it smashed across his throat. The force behind the throw was enough to crush part of Alex's voice box, leaving him with a harsh deep voice.

His farther put it down to shock at the betrayal of his friend and took Alex to hospital while his Mother looked after him. However his Mother was a smart woman, she had made the connection between Chris' death and Ryan's behaviour and promised Ryan no matter who he loved or what he was she would love him and protect him.

Clare was already at the school by the time he got there, the red head tapping her feet impatiently against the side walk.

"Hey babes" Ryan called out grabbing Clare's attention. "Couldn't wait to see me, or is it Miss Mystery?".

She stuck her tongue out at him and smiled.

"She's late." She said in a playful tone. Ryan and Clare had been forced into a relationship with each other by various friends. They had been good friends for a while but both preferred there own gender . Neither new the other preferences till a few months ago, deciding it would be easier to pretend to be together, mainly because most people thought they already were and keep their true feelings secret. 

There was a high pitched scream from Clare's phone causing both of them to jump. She reached into her pocket and retrieved the phone, sliding her finger across the screen unlocking it. A deep frown crossed her face as she read the message.

"What's up? Something wrong?" Ryan questioningly asked.

"It just says, 'lost track of the date, bro in a bad way, please keep Alex away, love H x'" she replied, puzzlement running through her voice.

"Easily done" Ryan smirked, "and now I know more about her."

"Like what?" she questioned.

"Her name begins with H, and she has a brother that has something to do with Alex, so my guess he's gay." Smugness ran through his voice.

"How did you know he's gay?" she questioned.

"Two reasons, one the 'keep Alex away' and two you just confirmed it". He grinned, shock was written across Clare's face.

"OI RYAN, YOU COULD FUCK HER MOUTH LIKE THAT!" a deep voice called, they both span round to see Alex and two of his friends walking towards them. Ryan checked his watch, 8.55, he had to get rid of Alex fast. "Err, Coach Myron wanted to see you guys, something about a tournament." He said without thinking. Alex tapped they guy to his left, a big black guy with a shaven head that glistened like an eight ball.

"Thanks". was all he muttered back before heading into the building.

"We best get going". Clare said, placing her hand on Ryan's shoulder. He nodded and followed her into the building.

~#~

Miles stood back from the painting, pleased that he had finally finished it. He'd spoke to his art tutor, Mr Scragg had agreed to drop the painting off at his home so he didn't have to carry it. He grabbed his bag and headed home, not even 5 minutes away from the school he heard the one thing he dreaded all day, "OI FAGGOT!", then the stones started to fly.

Miles ran and ran, tripping over a cracked slab and loosing his bag. He didn't even consider going back for it. Another stone flew through the air hitting him on the back of the head. Miles cried out in pain, and decided to run into the woods that ran along the side walk than stay in the open. The stones stopped but he knew the ground wasn't safe. Deciding up was best he began to climb a tall oak that lay within site of the road but still let him hide. The pain on the back of his head flared up, instinctively clutching at the pain he felt a warm dampness in his hair. His had was smeared in a fine sheen of crimson, sudden dizziness over came him before everything went black.

~#~

Ryan was sitting on his bed relaxing and watching a Jurassic Park, he had used a lot of energy today keeping Alex busy and never letting him out of his sight. When his phone started to ring, he groaned and began searching his covers for it. Looking at the display as seeing Clare's face he answered.

"Hey, you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah , no , shit, its her there's these a big problem." he could here the tears in her voice.

"What your not making any sense." Ryan frustratingly retorted.

"Hayley, Hayley Wicks, that's who I'm seeing, her brother Miles hasn't came home, he was due home at 5.30, so that's 3 hours ago!" Ryan snapped up, Miles had been the one person he had always sought after but was never able to get close to because of his brother. The text this morning made so much more sense now.

"I'm picking you up, were going to theirs." Ryan hung up before she could reply. Running down stairs and to his purple hatchback, partially hearing his brother going on about the woods. He was at Clare's in record time.

"You ok?" he asked, concern was etched across her face. She just nodded and got in his car. Nothing was said in the short journey the Hayley's house. Clare jumped out of the car and ran to their door, knocking furiously. When Hayley opened the door she was jumped by Clare, who was gently whispering we'll find him and nearly tripping over a large package in the door way while Hannah, was pacing around the living room. "Wait who are you?". she questioned when she saw Ryan. 

"He's a friend". Hayley spoke before he could. Ryan just nodded.

"Have you called the police?" Ryan asked.

Hannah nodded "Yes but they said its only been 3 hours, he could be out, but we know he's not, he never does, not without letting us know and never on today!" The words were flying out of her mouth.

"Why not today?" Ryan asked, thinking why today every one was been so vague. Hayley sighed. "Four years ago today Miles' parents and sister were killed in a road accident." Ryan's expression was blank, it never occurred to him that this wasn't Miles' biological family. He was lost in thought about how one person could take so much punishment and still be the chirpy little bird Miles normally was when Clare spoke and snapped him out of it.

"What way does he walk home?" she asked. Hannah shrugged so Hayley answered.

"Oak wood ave."

Then it clicked, "The woods!" Ryan called out before running to his car, Clare and Hayley in tow. It wasn't long before they spotted the discarded bag on the side walk, Hayley knowing it belonged to Miles ran straight into the trees. The three of them splitting up calling out into the darkness hoping Miles would respond. It felt like they had searched for hours before Ryan who saw the pile of broken branches and the pale hand emerging from beneath.

" I've got him, call an ambulance, I've got him!" he shouted into the darkness. Instinctively he checked for a pules, fortunately it wasn't hard to find but still very week. Gently lifting the small limp boy, Ryan carried him to the road, as the flashing lights of the ambulance came into view and a pair of paramedics getting the trolley out. Gently Ryan put Miles down on the trolley.

"He got a name?" one of the medics asked. "Miles." the three of them replied in unison, Hayley began to get in and quickly said family before there could be any objection. 

Ryan and Clare both got in his car and headed to the hospital. Both hoping Miles would be ok...

By the time they got to the hospital Hannah and Carl were waiting with Hayley in the family room. Miles had been taken to surgery with head trauma and a minor fracture in his left leg. The family room was silent with everyone deep in there own thought. It was Clare how broke the silence with a sigh.

"I've got to get going, were going to my nan's in Florida and our flights at 6am, will you guys be ok?" everyone nodded, "Let me know how it goes." Hayley followed her out the room to say a more personal good by. Shortly after she returned, Ryan's phone started to ring and vibrated the short text tone. He started to read it to himself.

"Your parents? there probably worried about where you are." Hannah quietly asked.

"Yeah and no, its my mom, it says 'Ryan hope you don't get home before you read this message, Uncle David is here, he's drunk so it looks like he's staying, hope your safe, mom x' so I've not got anywhere to sleep tonight." His shoulders sank. 

"Stay with us!" Hayley nearly shouted, earning a few looks from her farther. "Sorry." She said quietly.

"Well you could, Miles' bed will be free tonight and we don't mind do we." Hannah said to Carl who just nodded in response. Ryan was speechless, he hardly knew anything about these people and yet they were offering him somewhere to stay for the night. Just as he was saying thank you the doctor entered the room. With a grim look on his face.

"Are you the Wicks family?" everyone nodded, " I'm Doctor Johnson, Miles has suffered a minor fracture in his left leg which we have put in a cast to be safe and seems to have hit his head. We've closed the wound but we are keeping him sedated till the morning and if all goes well he will be out by tomorrow afternoon." There was a collective sigh of relief.

"Can we see him?" Hannah hopefully asked.

"Yes but only two of you, visiting hours are over remember." The doctor replied with a grim tone.

"We'll head back home Mom, I can show Ryan around while your here and I'll order some food in too cos I'm starving and I bet you are too." She looked at Ryan and he got up, thanking them again as he followed Hayley out the hospital. 

The car journey was silent, Hayley busy ordering a ton of pizzas online from her phone, only speaking to see if Ryan liked one pizza or another. When they arrived Hayley went straight to the door, the car had barely stopped before she got out. As he got to the door she was moving a large parcel out of the door way and turned to Ryan. Without the panic of earlier he was finally able to take in the sight of the room before him. Every wall had two or three pictures on it, all of them signed by Miles. As he was shown around the rest of the house he realised that nearly every room had one of the raven haired boys pictures on it. From abstract pieces to manga of the family. 

He was hardly paying any attention to what Hayley was saying engrossed by the work of the boy who stole his heart with just a look.

"And this is Miles' room." As she opened the door Ryan's jaw dropped. If he thought the rest of the house was coved in art work but Miles' room was an explosion! Every available space, except for a large square, was covered in layer after layer of art work and it all depicted the same thing. At least 90% of the drawings on the wall were manga. All of them of a boy with jet black hair and blue and purple eyes. Anyone would think Miles was in love with himself with the amount of drawings he did but it wasn't just him in them. The majority of them had another person in. Again the character was obviously male and quite athletic looking, having a much larger build than Miles. The other boy always had his face coved by hair as if the picture was hiding its true self from everyone else's eyes and it struck a chord deep within Ryan. 

The Rest of the room was taken up with a large wardrobe, a king sized bed that seem to have over a dozen pillows on, a large desk with a 32" TV and pc equipment, along with more unfinished art and a large book shelf covered in colour full books. 

"What's with all the pillows?" he asked curiously turning back to Hayley.

"Ahh.." she replied " Miles well he 'nests'. He doesn't sleep like a normal person most nights. He sleeps in a ball in the middle of the bed surrounded by pillows."She said."Most mornings he's holding on to a couple for dear life as he sleeps. Right I'm going to get changed make yourself at home." She chirped back up. As she left Ryan went over to the book case. None of the books he had ever heard of like Junjou Romantica, Gakuen Heaven the next title caught his eye, Sensitive Pornograph. It picked up the book and began flicking through, and he began to blush at the images in it. He never thought Miles would read something like this. 

He put the book down on the desk and the pc flashed to life. On the giant screen there was a list of shops with the title Little Butterfly above it, most of the shops were out of stock but the last one on the list had 1 left in store. Without thinking he clicked the reserve button and printed the address before there was a knock at the door. Hannah popped her head round.

"Pizzas here." And then she left. He folded the paper into his pocket and followed her into the living room where four enormous pizzas were laid out and every one is tucking in.

"We're picking Miles up at 12 tomorrow , you coming?" Hayley asked hopefully.




Not Too Late



"Yeah but I've got to nip into town in the morning." He replied.

"Ok well we'll meet you at the hospital then." As she stuffed a piece of peperoni pizza into her mouth. Once dinner was over everyone retreated to bed. As Ryan drifted of to sleep he hoped that some time soon he would be in this very bed again but instead of pillows it would be a mysterious sleeping boy in his arms.

~#~

"Uhhg." Miles groaned as he woke, blinking repeatedly till his eyes adjusted to the bright light.

"Hey sleepy head, how you feeling?" a nurse with short blond hair asked.

"My head hurts a little, but that's about it." Was his groggy reply.

The nurse looked at him with a worried look, "I'll get you an increase on your pain killers for your head but I'm a little worried about your leg."

"My leg? Ahg!" Miles cried out, the medication still fogging his head only just realising his left leg was in a cast up to his knee. "What happened? I remember running but I didn't think they found me." The frown and concern on the young nurses face deepened.

"Why were you running? Why would someone want to do this to you?" Concern etched every question.

"I'm .." Miles began before he looked away, a few stray tears escaped. The nurse gently squeezed his hand. 

"Shhh, it's ok." She soothed. "Your safe here, I'm not gonna hurt you, what's the matter?"

"I just need my family." Was the muffled reply she got as a lively girl bust into the room.

"HAYLEY!" Miles shouted, an instant smile gracing his face as the girl pulled him in a hug.

"I've got a surprise for you." She taunted and the smile faded instantly, Hayley's surprised had been for the worst in most of the past cases, always good but some times she reviled them at inappropriate times. Like the 3 vibrators she brought him for his last birthday and nearly opened them in front of their grandparents so he just looked at her sceptically.

"Ryan's gay, and he found you and he stayed last night and..." 

"I'm here to pick you up." He interrupted her and in return received a look that could cause God to run in fear. Miles just had a face that had frozen in shock. Before he could recover the nurse had ushered the two lively teens out the room so Miles could get dressed and begin the process of leaving the hospital.

It was 1.30 before they were home. Miles was getting a little frustrated with his family as he desperately wanted a minute to think which was hard to do when every 10 seconds he was asked if he needed anything. Ryan had been in the kitchen talking to Carl when Miles waved him over. 

"Can we talk upstairs." He whispered to the taller boy.

"Sure." Was all the reply he received before he was helped up to his room. Every one else knowing to keep out the way. Once in the room Miles instantly checked the last site on his pc cursing inwardly at the 'none in stock' logo. Falling back on his bed, Ryan chuckled in his smooth voice at the frustrated boy.

"It's not funny, 2 years I've been tracking that book down and still cant get it." As he threw his head back. Feeling something harder than any of his pillows underneath. Ryan just stood back and watched as Miles pulled the small box from under the pillow a look of confusion on his face.

"What's this?" Miles asked curiously.

Ryan thought for a second and replied with " A I'm sorry I hid for so long gift". Even more confused Miles open the black and purple box. Inside lay Little Butterfly. For the second time today Miles was stunned.

"I... How?..Why?" was Miles' unfinished question.

"Because if I had been open about myself all these pictures might actually have a face." 

Miles' face when pale "How did you..." "Figure it out?" Ryan walked over to one of the covered drawings and pointed to one with a topless brunet and pointed to a mark on his right shoulder. "That is exactly like this". He then pulled the neck on his shirt to revel the same mark on his shoulder.

"Ok smarty pants it is you, but how do you know I haven't moved on, some of those are over a year old!"

Ryan just smiled, and got very close to Miles, "Cos if you were over me you would be breathing right now and two, I bet that painting that belongs in that space has a face." Either what he said or what he was doing caused the smaller boys cheeks to darken and with his natural pale complexion, full red lips and cheeks, it took all of Ryan's will power to not kiss them but he had no plan to yet. They were millimetres apart before there was a bang on the door making them close the gap. 

Carl was at the door, "Ermm you staying again tonight?" was all he asked and it was Miles that answered. "Yeah, he is. We've got a lot to talk about, and he's got some making up to do." 

Miles left the room leaving a stunned Ryan in his wake, he could only imagine what deviant horrors the little artist would come up for as revenge. He prayed for something that wasn't to horrific especially as Miles would be his first actual boyfriend if the night went well. He'd had a few one nighters that he picked up from clubs in the next town and it was always their place.

When he finally gathered himself enough to get down the stairs Miles was whispering to Hayley but stopped when they saw Ryan at the door way. Hayley's face was white and Miles eyes seemed to gleam with hidden mischief.

"The painting!" Miles suddenly cried till Hayley retrieved the large brown parcel. Hannah and Carl came in from the kitchen to see the mysterious painting. Ryan knew it involved him because he had peeked at it the other morning but only saw a small section. As Miles tore away the paper and turned the canvas.

Every ones eyes widened at the picture. It was of both him and Miles but it could hardly be displayed in public. Ryan was dressed in a black and was standing tall over Miles who was kneeling on the ground wearing a white outfit with a collar, some rope and a chain. The image of Miles had his hands tied round his back in purple rope while a chain lead from the collar round his neck to Ryan's hands. How he got away with it at school was a miracle, but it was a bigger miracle that Ryan hadn't passed out as all the blood in his body was rushing to his crotch leaving him straining against his jeans. If Miles concocted scenes like that in his mind, this so called making up was going to be a lot worse than he originally thought.

It was Hayley as usual to break the stunned silence, "Mom, dad, stay out of Miles room from now on." They both just laughed and went back into the solace of the kitchen. "Little brother, I will never ever buy you rope for Christmas again." She chuckled before walking off leaving the two of them alone.

"Well?" Miles asked.

"Well, how many guys have you let do that to you?", Ryan was scared to here the answer to a question he shouldn't have asked and felt worse when Miles looked away.

"None..." Was the quiet whisper of Miles answer, which filled Ryan with relief but the "I've never done anything with anyone." Which followed was unexpected. He couldn't make the connection of how this kind, caring, beautiful yet kinky creature had never been intimate with another person. He was so lost in his thought he failed to notice the silent tears that escaped Miles' eyes. Even with his fractured leg Miles was fast on his feet and was halfway up the stairs before Ryan caught on that he'd gone.

~#~

Everyone had acted as expected when he reviled the paining. It was his last effort to entice Ryan but it had failed. Instead it had ended up with Ryan not responding to him at all after he reviled that he had never done anything with another guy before. 

In way it was because he never let anyone get that far, except for one guy. It was his best kept secret. Two years ago Miles started dating after putting his feelings for the infamous Ryan Branford aside as a crush and started looking to find someone else and he did. Again a guy a lot bigger than him but still quite gentle. It was if a dark angle was following him. The day before the two year anniversary of his family death, October 11th. Miles had been upset and this guy had the best idea to make him feel better, their first kiss, more importantly Miles first kiss. The next day he wasn't in school, that night he was in the news... dead... killed by his father. Hayley and the others put it down to his family's death, he never corrected them. It never normally affected him but for some reason when Ryan asked that question Miles felt guilty, like his death was his fault. 

Just as he wiped the last tears way Ryan came through the door with the painting and placed it upon the wall, totally oblivious to the tears Miles had shed. He knelt in front of Miles and looked deep in his eyes.

"I've got to go home to get some clean clothes, I wont be long." He said softly. Miles just nodded, not trusting his voice. He watched Ryan drive away, waiting for it to be safe before he put his plan into action. He went down stairs and found Hayley,

"Ready?" he asked

"Ready." Was her reply, her eyes twinkling with the knowledge of what was about to happen. She led Miles to her little green car and helped him in, the cast hadn't really bothered him but getting it into this little car was awkward. Once the were both in and buckled up the car flew off the drive. Hayley wasn't exactly a speed demon but her speed was always at the limit.

"You know what your after?" she questioned already knowing the answer.

"Yeap." was the single word she got out of Miles for the 10 minutes they were in the car. They pulled up outside a shop with blacked out windows and a large sign in red letters 'Clone Zone'. With almost no difficulty, Miles was out the car.

"You staying here?"

"Yeah, last time I went in there I had nightmares for a week. That caused Miles to laugh last time they came here there was a live demo in the back called 'Blades and Flames' which could make anyone nervous at where the various blades and licks of fire were caressing. She knew Miles would be quick as he only needed a couple of things. Yet it was 20 minutes before he came out the store with the biggest grin on his face and four large bags.

"What the hell! I thought you needed a couple of things!" she exclaimed at the site.

"I did but when I saw Danny behind the counter I couldn't say no to a 75% discount." He chuckled. Danny was there second cousin and had always been a little on the extreme side. 

"So how much did you spend?"

"$200" He replied.

"So that's $50 not to bad I guess."

"No." Miles shook his head "I spent $200 after the discount. Without it I spent $800." He said with a shy look, and caused Hayley to choke on thin air.

"WHAT!" she pulled part one of the receipt out of one of the bulging bags and began to scan it. "What the hell is an Istim and why is it $200?"

Miles' checks slightly darkened which against his pale complexion made him look extremely cute. Miles always gave off this 'I'm cute and innocent look' but those that knew him knew he had a dark side.

"Well.. It's this little thing and well..." giving up on explaining Miles rummaged though the bags and pulled out a black case. Her eyes widened with horror at the image on the card around the case and instantly felt sorry for Ryan. This so called Istim was a tense machine, something that was built to send a tiny electric current through someone's most private areas. That was confirmed with the big white letters on the front saying 'DO NOT USE ABOVE THE WAIST!'

Shock was still on her face when she handed back the piece of paper and turned the key in the ignition. "I don't want to ever get on the wrong side of you." She laughed "Id wake up tied to my bed covered in ice cream or something."

Miles' eyes lit up, "We need to pop to the supermarket." He exclaimed with an excited voice.

"What for?" Hayley asked with a questioning look.

"Vanilla, toffee and mint ice cream" Miles grinned and Hayley cried out in horror at what she'd just done.

"Ryan if you can hear me I'm sorry." she groaned, Miles just sat there grinning.

~#~

Ryan didn't know if his uncle was still at their house and was praying that he wasn't. Last time they met Ryan had ended up with a fracture in his arm because he stopped Alex from his gay bashing. His Uncle was an extremist and been a high ranking cop meant he got away with pretty much anything. There had even been suggestions that he was a leader of a group that had been terrorising gay run and gay friendly establishments through out the local areas.

Ryan parked out of sight and walked to his house and thankfully no one was home. He ran to the large home and unlocked the door. He guessed he hadn't got much time. The loud crunch of gravel outside grabbed his attention as Alex's truck pulled up to the house. Ryan had hoped for more time but luck wasn't on his side. He grabbed his clothes from his wardrobe and his laptop as the front door slammed. As he sneaked downstairs he could here laughter, it allowed him to get out the back door without being noticed. It didn't take long before he was halfway back to Miles' home but an unusual amount of traffic had caused a stand still. In the distance there was a cloud of thick black smoke rising, a feeling of dread rising in his stomach. Half an hour later Ryan was in front of the scene. 'The Dark Angle' club,more importantly a gay club had been torched and he had a very suspicious feeling he knew who had done it but no proof to back it up.

As Ryan pulled up to the house, Carl and Hannah were leaving.

"Just in time" Carl exclaimed, "Were just going to get some chips what would you like?"

"Ooo beef pie and chips please." One of his favourite meals. As Ryan walked into the house, Miles was curled up to Hayley's side watching a film.

"What's this?" Ryan asked, not recognising the film at all.

"Stardust." they both replied in unison, Miles turned around to face Ryan, a gleam in his eyes that wasn't their early. Secondly, Miles was wearing different clothes, instead of the loose jeans and t-shirt. He was now in a fitted black shirt and a pair of very tight black jeans. How Miles got into them he didn't know, they seemed to hug every inch of Miles' front and back and had Ryan hardening in seconds. Making a quick exit he didn't see the mischievous grin that crossed Miles' lips.

It took a few minutes before Ryan returned down stairs, just as the others started plating food. The heavenly smell wafted through the house. Everyone participating in general chit chat as they eat around the oval shaped table. It wasn't until Ryan looked up from his food that he wished he wasn't sat in front of Miles. Miles was dipping a large sausage into the gravy of his pie then wrapping his perk lips around the column of meat and sucking the juices off . Ryan felt like he was gonna die on the spot. How Miles was getting away with the blatant teasing he didn't know, it seemed that everyone was oblivious to the sausage sucking raven at the end of the table.

Thankfully dinner was over quickly and everyone was back to the film. Hannah, Hayley and Carl were on the large sofa leaving Ryan and Miles on the other. Ryan didn't know how he was going to contain his arousal at having Miles pressed right against his side. As he sat down Miles and lay out across Ryan, his head inches way from Ryan's hardening member. The film seemed to last forever and it was made worse as every breath Miles released seem to brush across him. It was as if Miles had planed this all. 

At 10pm Miles let out a small yawn, sitting back up to Ryan's relief and disappointment. "I'm going up to bed" Miles said before turning to Ryan and gesturing him to follow. No one paid any attention to the to boy leaving. The only change was the T.V volume increased. As they entered Miles room, neither could hide the grins on there faces.

Ryan led Miles to the bed and pulled him gently to his lap, face to face, Miles had a leg either side of Ryan, straddling his thighs. Ryan wrapped his arms around Miles waist and pulled him even closer, there arousals pressed against each other the tight in material of their jeans. Ryan placed his hand against Miles face and Ryan his thumb across the delicate pale skin before gently bringing him forward. A moment that should have happened ages ago was coming to as Ryan's firm lips locked with his. Ryan's warm tongue slid across Miles' lip asking for entrance as his hands slid down his back and came to rest on the tightly clad cheeks of the smaller boy earning a gasp. Taking advantage Ryan penetrated his mouth with his slippery tongue casing him to moan as the two began a delicate dance.

As they continued to kiss, they started to part each others clothing. When they broke the kiss, they admired each others bare torsos. Ryan's strong and muscular, covered in a dark fur from just below his neck to the waist of his still remaining clothing and Miles' delicately smooth and pale flesh, not a hair in sight and his small pink numbs had no where to hid. 

Miles began to put his plan into action. As he pushed Ryan onto the bed he began to reach for the black furred cuffs that were attached to an under bed harness, but before he could reach the first cuff, Ryan flipped them over and clasped it to Miles' own wrist. Shock was righten across his face and had no chance to respond before the other cuff was round the other wrist and the purple rope gag was in his mouth. Miles' own plan had been put against him.

Ryan reached for another length of purple silk rope which he placed around Miles' slim waist for added security. The pale boy wasn't going any where as Ryan bent down so his face was millimetres from Miles'.

"Tut tut tut, you nearly had me there didn't you? If only you hadn't looked so delicious when I walked in I wouldn't have stumbled across this little piece of paper in the hall way." He whispered into the stunned boys ear. Ryan began slowly kissing and nipping at Miles' flesh causing muffled moans and whimpers from the restrained boy as he worked his was lower. Miles suddenly arched into the air as Ryan began his assault on the poor boys nipples. Not only had Ryan found the array of toys but the three small tubs of ice cream. Currently rubbing mint onto the left and vanilla onto the right, he couldn't help but chuckle at the desperate wriggling of Miles underneath him. Using what little movement he had, Miles was trying to grind his groin against Ryan.

"Now now, I'll get to that later but first I need to clean up." He cooed as he began to lick the melting ice cream of Miles causing even more moans and gasps. He began to kiss his way down to the waist band of Miles' jeans. Miles hadn't even noticed Ryan had began removing the jeans till they were off.

Ryan couldn't help but stand back and admire his work. Miles was tied down to his own bed, by his own restrains and wearing nothing but a very tight purple pair of boxer briefs that had no more than 3 inches of material around cupped him so perfectly, with the word 'Addicted' spelt out across the top and were strained to there maximum against his hard arousal. His skin was pink from where the ice cream had been and like the rest of his body, Miles was pale and hairless.

Ryan could see the pleading in Miles' eyes to remove the confining garment and Ryan was all to happy to oblige. He slid his hands up the smooth thighs and into the legs of the garment grabbing the top and slowly pulling them down. Purposely letting the material rub against Miles' firm erection and casing him to thrust his hips against it. 

"Ah ah." Ryan teased as the threw the underwear across the room, "I'm no where near finished yet." He grinned as he cuffed Miles spread legs. Miles' eye rolled as Ryan firmly grasped him in his hand while two fingers probed their way into him causing various gasps and moans. Miles looked up as the pressure went away to see Ryan removing the rest of his clothes and revile his own throbbing member. Much larger than Miles' uncut 6 and a half inches but Ryan wasn't done yet. He reached under the bed and pulled out a plastic black box. Miles eyes widened as Ryan applied three of the four pads to him. One on either thigh and the other just below his tight sack. The final part had been changed to a cock ring that Miles wasn't planing on using yet. Lubbing up the ring, Ryan slid it down Miles length till the very base. Forgetting about the two lower setting Ryan went straight for the middle 3rd setting. Miles practical shot off the bed as the pulses ran through his like lighting causing him to writhe and moan. Ryan took this chance to sheath himself and thrust gently into Miles' tight entrance and causing the helpless boy to cry out in ecstasy. Quickly Ryan removed the simulator and the gag from Miles and began his genital thrusting. Each time he trust Miles let out a quiet moan and it wasn't long before the smaller boy was panting heavily and thrusting back against Ryan's thick member. 




Not Too Late



The pleasure assailed both of them but Ryan felt that Miles was getting away to lightly. Quickening his pace, Ryan began to thrust deep and hard into Miles earning muffled screams of pure delight as his reward. Miles began to writhe franticly against Ryan trying to get him deeper and faster so Ryan increased his pace yet again. The repeated constant assault against Miles' spot had him screaming at the intense feeling. Within seconds of the repeated assault Miles' member throbbed and jerked on its own accord shooting thick white streams across him. The first two jets were hard enough to hit the head board and the remaining three landed across miles' face chest and tummy.

The strength of the orgasm came as a shock to Ryan as Miles' tight channel gripped and released him repeatedly bringing him to his own release deep within Miles. Miles lay limp on the bed exhausted from the feeling that had yet to subside. Unable to move Ryan cleaned them both before removing the cuffs and rope allowing the now flushed boy to drift to sleep against his side and hoping they hadn't made too much noise. Pulling Miles close and placing a gentle kiss upon his raven hair, he to drifted away.

~#~

Miles stirred from his sleep, a strange sensation washed over him before he fully woke in the dark room. He let out a loud gasp as something warm and wet ran over the head of his cock and tried to pull away but firm hands grasped hold of him.

"W..What.." Miles gasped as Ryan dove back down causing Miles to arch in the air. With one hard final suck, Ryan stopped and came from under the covers with a very large grin on his face.

"You said I've got some making up to do" he grinned. Just as Miles was about to answer, Ryan slipped to figures in him causing Miles to bit his lip tying not to scream as the digits found his spot again. As Ryan work his fingers in and out, Miles began to writhe with pleasure, his pants and gasps only encouraging Ryan to continue. Without warning the fingers were gone but just before he could question or complain, Ryan thrust hard. The suddenness caused Miles to arch and scream in a mix of pain and ecstasy.

Ryan waited for Miles to begin moving before he began to thrust. Unlike the night before the movements were slow and genital causing Miles to let out an almost purring whimper every time Ryan went back in. Without stopping, Ryan lifted Miles upon to his knees so both were face to face. Keeping one hand on Miles back, the other wrapped around his length, gently squeezing and stroking the hard member, causing Miles to make even more sounds of pleasure. 

Miles could hardly think as Ryan bent down to kiss him passionately, their tongues dancing in and out of each others mouths. Ryan broke the kiss only to attach his lips to the delicate skin on the smaller boys sensitive neck. Just as Ryan gently bit down, Miles came with a scream. His body shuddering under the intensity as his release flowed over Ryan's hand. His channel contracted around Ryan and the increased pressure brought him to his own climax seconds later. Both boys fell to the bed, neither having enough energy to move fell back to sleep in each others arms.

Light pored through the room when Miles awoke to the smell of food, still wrapped in Ryan's strong embrace. With some skill, Miles wriggled out of Ryan's grasp without waking him. Throwing on his black satin robe and tidying his hair, Miles went to the gorgeous smell. He could hear Hannah and Hayley and another two voices he recognise but couldn't quite place them as he approached the kitchen. When he entered the room he found the sources of the familiar voices, Amy his other sister and her partner Lisa. No one had heard him enter.

"Morning" he called, gaining everyone's attention. The four girls turned to reply but instead of the expected he received hysterical laughter which only increased with the look of confusion that was written across his face.

"What?" he asked still wondering what brought on the fit of hysterics that plagued his family. It was Hayley that answered his question with a point to his neck. Suddenly realising what was happening, Miles covered his neck and the laughing was replaced by shock. Miles frowned at the looks he was receiving and how they had went from hysterics to silence instantly. 

"What happened to your arm?" Hannah asked worry across her face. Miles instinctively looked at his exposed wrist to see a dark purple ring around it, causing him to blush and Hayley to start laughing a lot harder than before.

"His evil plan back fired by the looks of things." She giggled earning looks of confusion from the other girls.

"What evil plan? Miles hasn't got the ability to be evil, he's to cute?" Hannah questioned. Realisation struck Amy and Lisa. They both knew about how kinky Miles could get and knew about his new guy and Hayley had given them the gist of what he was going to do.

"Cuffs." the three girls said in unison, stunning Hannah.

"Correction, furry cuffs." Another voice said, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. Ryan was standing in the doorway. Miles blushed deeply as the other bust out laughing.

"We have yet to be introduced, I'm Amy and this is my partner Lisa. You must be Ryan and how did you put my twisted little brother in his place may I ask?" Amy motioned her hand towards Lisa who was now crying with laughter. 

"I am." Ryan nodded "And he's not very heavy so I just flipped him on his back and got my revenge." He smiled earning a look from Miles he didn't quite understand. Before the smaller boy ran upstairs, he when to follow but a full breakfast was placed in front of him before he could.

"He'll be fine." Amy said, "So what do you have planned for today?" she asked. 

"Nothing unfortunately, I've got to get home. School work needs doing for tomorrow." He answered between each mouth full of food. Amy just nodded. Break fast was over quickly and after saying good bye to everyone down stairs, Ryan when in search of Miles. The other boy was printing out a photo of the canvas he revealed the other day. "I've got to go, Will I see you tomorrow?" He asked.

"Think so." was all the reply he got. Feeling bad for humiliating the raven in front of his family, gave Miles one last kiss. In return Ryan received the printout of the canvas which he placed in his back pocket. Miles followed him to the door as they exchanged their final good bye's.

As Ryan drove home he noticed that the Dark Angel wasn't that badly damaged and repairs had all ready begun. It wasn't long before he was home. No one questioning where he had been since friday. Taking it as a lucky escape he proceed up stairs and got changed. In last nights excitement, ice cream had got onto his fresh clothing. He could here mumbling in the hall way just before Alex burst into his room.

"Washing." He demanded with a sour look on his face. Ryan just through him the jeans and t-shirt he had just removed as Alex stormed out the door.

2 weeks later

It was after 9 and Miles sat in his room holding a dark leaflet in his hands. 

Dark Angel Re-opening Party November 2nd 9pm-4am

Masters and Pets Dress code.

Masters-must be wearing formal clothes e.g. business wear Pets-All varieties are welcome but all must remain on leashes till 11pm after which leashes may be removed.

Free entry and drinks for those that comply.

It also gave a list of good places to buy costumes. Ryan had handed him the leaflet thinking it would be a good way to celebrate his birthday that was tomorrow and to be honest he was right. Due to schedules they had only saw each other 3 times in the last fortnight and wouldn't see each other now till the night his birthday. Another good thing was the doctors had allowed him to have the cast removed early as long as he didn't exert himself too much and Alex seemed to have avoided Miles for the past couple of days. He'd asked Ryan if he'd done anything be he denied any involvement in Alex's neutral behaviour.

The door slammed shut and he could here Hayley and Clare laughing about something,

"MILES! STAY IN YOUR ROOM!!" they shouted in unison causing him to groan. Surprises didn't normally go in his favour. There was a knock on his door just before Hayley's head popped round.

"Your allowed out now." She said with an abnormally large grin of her face. Miles just rolled his eyes and began sorting out his outfit for the next night, something very few people would be able to resists. To tired to do anything else, Miles turned in for an early night and fell asleep as soon as he hit the pillow.

"Happy Birthday!"

Miles shot out of his bed by the sudden chanting of his family. Carl, Hannah, Hayley, Amy, Lisa and Clare were standing around his bed. Normally he wouldn't have minded but this time he was stark naked and the furry cuffs were still attached to his bed. A slight pang of disappointment struck Miles. Even though he knew Ryan couldn't come till later that day, having everyone around with only him missing felt wrong. 

"Get dressed and come down." Hayley almost demanded with a playful look on her face that sent spikes of fear down his spine. After everyone left, Miles decided to throw on a a very large black t-shirt that seemed to engulf him. The sleeves reaching past his elbows and a pair of loose black jeans that barely stayed on his hips and not bothering with underwear at all. 

An array of black, silver and purple packages were placed across the floor in the centre of the room and around quite a large purple wrapped box. 

"Come on" Hayley moaned, she always wanted people to open their presents fast before she gave away anything.

"Ok ok" Miles replied, as he approached the pile of presents the large box burst open and before Miles knew what had happened a hooded, black robed figure had him pinned to the floor. Miles eyes were wide with shock and was still trying to understand what had happened before the figure kissed him and pulled away the hood. Ryan's cheeky smile peered back at him.

"Wh...what?" was all the raven managed to say which earned him another kiss.

"I wanted to surprise you." Ryan chuckled as he stood and moved onto the sofa. Miles just shook his head and began opening the rest of his presents. Various art supplies and pc games were the majority of the packages leaving only two left. Deciding to go for Ryan's first Miles opened the rectangular box. Junjou Romantica season 1 and 2 DVDs leaving Miles stunned. Ryan never asked a thing and now on two occasions the older boy had got him something prefect. 

Giving his lover a chaste kiss he whispered into his ear "Later I'll say thank you properly." Only caused Ryan to blush. The final parcel was making Miles nervous, as he picked up the purple wrapped box there was a distinctive sound of metal. As he peeled away the paper, Miles reviled a black satin covered box. Gingerly he opened it only to find an array of items in side. About 2 meters of metal chain, a set of black furred wrist an ankle cuffs with clips that would allow them to either be clipped together or to something like a chain and the final item was a silver metal collar with a purple name tag with 'Miles' on it. Miles sat there with a huge grin on his face while Hayley and Clare were crying with laughter and the rest of the room in stunned silence. 

The rest of the day was full of excitement. Along wit some shopping Amy and Lisa paid for tickets for every one to go see a live performance of 'The Rocky Horror Show' that only left Ryan, Hannah and Carl speechless at the end of the performance. Dinner was quick as the show had been delayed leaving only 3 hours to get ready before they had to be at the club.

Ryan stood at the bottom of the stairs with Hayley, Clare, Lisa and Amy waiting for Miles to come down. The girls were in a matching pair of costumes. Clare and Lisa were dressed as business women, both in short black skirts and stockings while Hayley and Amy were dressed as a pair of white rabbits. The furry costumes only covering the bare necessities.

With an audible bang, Miles' door shut. What Ryan saw at the top of the stairs left him stunned with lust, gasps escaping the girls. Miles descended the stairs elegantly, his outfit stunning. The raven boy wore a fitted shirt that covered his delicate form and a pair of very tight black jeans that cupped his every asset perfectly, both of which had been cut in several places to give the impression of tearing and showing the soft pale skin underneath. A pair of black furred cuffs he received that morning were around his wrists unclipped along with the metal collar and chain. To top of the outfit Miles had donned a pair of feathered black wings, which tips came to rest just above his tightly clad bum and seemed to shimmer in the light giving Miles the appearance of a black glowing aura.

"You look amazing." Ryan barely said and in return Miles gave him a shy smile and handed him the length of chain.

Hannah and Carl drove the group to the club. They were just opening the doors and only a small line of people were waiting outside. Various costumes were worn and most of them were sexy. When the group finally reached the front of the line, even the bouncer was stunned with the way Miles looked. Once through the doors the night started to get fun...

The club was dark and very busy, they had been dancing for hours and the announcement had just been made that leashes were now allowed to be removed. Ryan had had to fight of many guys that just couldn't understand what no meant. Each of them trying to take Miles home or worse and each one had faced the big bouncer at the doors.

Miles pulled Ryan down for a quick kiss and whispered in his ear, "Call of nature, if I'm not back in five minutes come and get me." Ryan nodded his head fully understanding the raven angels request. Something didn't feel right, suddenly the loud music was replaced be an even louder shrill ringing. A tide of people pushed against Ryan and the others forcing them out the door and into the street, separating everyone. It took almost 20 minutes before Ryan had regrouped with the girls and there had been no sight of Miles. Fear was rising in Ryan's stomach at the loss of his love. Searching for the nearest bouncer wasn't hard, neither was getting to him as most people were giving the club a wide birth.

"Call the police." Was all Ryan heard of the convocation.

"Excuse me." Ryan called out, the girls behind him, gaining the much larger man's attention "I'm looking for my boyfriend, he was a black angel and..." the bouncers face paled instantly.

"You better come inside and call the boys parents, there's been an incident." It was more of an order than a request. 

Ryan, the girls and Hannah and Carl had been sitting in the managers office for nearly 20 minutes before a male officer came into them.

Carl shot up as soon as the door closed "What's happened?"

"I'm Sheriff Richards, you son, Miles is it?" they nodded "Appears to be the victim of an assault and kidnapping." The sheriff paused to give them time for this information to sink in. "We found blood and a broken mirror in the men's room along with a load of black feathers. The CCTV shows someone with black angel wings been carried out the rear fire exit which set the alarm off when opened." Everyone sat there stunned, they had no idea what to expect but this seemed worse far worse.

"Did Miles have any enemies?" "Yeah." Ryan said quite calmly. "The sports team of Oak high and my entire family and a lot of other people."

~#~

Five days Miles had been trapped in the cold dark basement. The clothes he had been wearing had been taken leaving him only in his underwear. His body was weak and broken, dizziness and nausea assailed him when he moved. The wound on the back of his head hurt from where his kidnapper smashed it against the mirror. He'd also learnt to be quiet, he screamed for help which only ended in him getting savagely beaten. Since then he had had trouble breathing and sharp pain flooded his chest when he moved. His wrists were bloody from the metal cuffs that had cut into him. He drank the little water and ate what had been left for him before he passed out to weak to move.

~#~

Ryan had been sent to get some food as no one else was up to shopping, they were all extremely worried. The police had said that the first 72 hours were critical and it didn't look good that there had been no contact or ransom. Everyone had been searching but he had simply vanished. The other cameras in the area had been disconnected leaving only the hidden camera behind the Dark Angel and they hadn't even tried to question any one as they said it was highly unlikely to gain any information from common bullies. 

"$36.98 please." the girl behind the till asked. Ryan nodded and pulled out his wallet, he was surprised when the photo Miles gave him wasn't in there. He paid and proceeded to his car trying desperately to think where the photo of the painting had gone. He could always take another but that wasn't the point, Miles gave him THAT photo and he needed to find it.

Hannah was cooking when he got backwhile the others were trying to keep themselves busy. There was nothing they could do and feeling completely useless only made things worse. As Ryan unpacked he realised the photo didn't go into his wallet but into the pocket of his jeans. The jeans he gave Alex to wash. Thankfully the machine had broke so his jeans were sitting in a pile on his bedroom floor as he couldn't be bothered to put them back in the wash.

"Hannah I need to go and get some fresh clothes, I'll be back in about an hour." He said, Hannah looked up at Ryan, her face was pale and eyes sunken from the fear caused by Miles' disappearance.

"Sure Hun take all the time you need." She smiled, it was a pained smile but genuine. Ryan was lost in thought as he drove home. What ifs filled his head, what if he had gone with Miles, what if he went after him sooner, these questions plagued his mind. As usual his family were out, he'd had brief contact with his Mom and had told her what had happened. He was surprised to find out his Mom had been avoiding their home, something had been up with his dad and Alex and his uncle was there every other day. He unlocked the door to find the house pretty much as when he left except for a lot more empty cans lying around. As he searched the pockets of his jeans he couldn't find the photo. Getting more and more frustrated he rechecked only to find a small piece of paper. Instantly he recognised the handwriting as Alex's.

'Something missing?' Was all the note said and it filled his heart with anger, he knew the photo was probably long gone but still he searched Alex's pockets and what he found turned that anger to horror. Pinned or rather stuck to his brothers black jacket by dried blood was a black feather. His hands started shaking as he plucked the lost feather from its place. Guilt rushed through him as he stared at the the matted feather, he felt it was all his fault. Miles wasn't just some cute boy that was to irresistible, he was targeted to hurt Ryan and the only reason Alex knew of his existence was because he was careless with that photo.

He put the feather in a food bag and the jacket in a carrier bag. He raced back to the others only feeling more guilty for what they had went through because of this. When he pulled in front of the house fear filled his heart as a police car was parked outside.

"We've had no further luck finding anything to do with the abduction." said the sheriff neutrally.

"I have." Ryan said, no had even heard him come in.

"Oh what?" the sheriff questioned with a cocked eye brow. Ryan just pulled out the bag containing one of the single most important things in the case causing Hayley gasp as she realised what Ryan was holding.

"Where did you find that?" The sheriff asked, amazed at Ryan's find but concerned at Ryan's look of pure hatred that was written across his face.




Not Too Late Epilogue



Hi everyone this is a little filler between Not To Late and its sequel that I'm working on. Many thanks to my wonderful editor for her help with this. Please leave comments as the help me improve my writing and enjoy.

~#~

"Aww, Miles. Come to bed already! I want to give you an early birthday present," Ryan moaned from the sofa. It was ten thirty at night and Miles was still typing away on his art report.

"Just let me finish this last paragraph and then I'm done." 

It was the first of November and the winter snow had already started to fall. The boys had moved into a new home together down the road from their college, only a half hour drive from Miles's family. 

The small house was a gift from Ryan's mother. Both boys had at first refused to accept it, saying she would need the money to fight her ex-husband's lawyers. But the dust had settled now, finally, and when she told them she had been awarded nearly everything his father owned in the divorce—including the business—she had practically left the twisted hateful man penniless. At that news, the boys had no choice but to take it.

Their new home was a little two bedroom house and both bedrooms had en-suite bathrooms. The master bedroom had a stylish, new jacuzzi, double shower and toilet installed, whereas the guest room had just the usual shower but was still quite fancy. Downstairs had been converted into a beautiful open-plan space that stepped down from the living room into a small dining area and kitchen. As with Miles's old home, the walls were covered in his artwork.

"Miles!" Ryan said firmly.

Miles responded to the dominant tone and looked up. His lover was leaning up against the stairs with a set of rope cuffs swinging from his index finger. Seeing the rope, Miles bit his lip. He knew exactly what it meant: Ryan was in a mood. Rope was something Ryan refused to use on him too often as it tended to leave red rings on his delicate skin. 

While Miles looking back and forth between him and his laptop was comical to Ryan, his submissive lover still wasn't jumping up to follow him to bed. So, he decided a little bluff calling was in order. "Ok then, night," Ryan said, smiling evilly as he turned up the stairs. 

"No! Wait! Ahh shit fuck!" Miles shouted as he leapt out of his seat, tripping over the table in the process. 

Stifling his glee, Ryan ran up the stairs, hid behind their bedroom door and waited. The echo of Miles's feet hitting the stairs, trying to move faster, made the bigger man's grin even wider. He had to smother laughter when Miles ran into the room and stopped dead in his tracks, staring dumbstruck at their room. 

The bedside tables each had two scented candles that filled the room with the smell of lavender and their usual white linen had been replaced with dark purple satin sheets covered in snow white and deep red petals. Miles frantically spun around looking for Ryan, not immediately seeing his boyfriend. 

Seizing his chance, Ryan grabbed him from behind and flung him onto the bed. His waifish lover squeaked in surprise as he landed and bounced back into the air in a cloud of petals. Ryan was on him before he was even aware of what happened and within seconds, Miles's wrists were loosely lashed to the bars of the headboard with carefully bound rope, his ankles tethered soon after.

"Wha–" the raven-haired boy began before Ryan silenced him with a finger to the lips. The bigger man climbed between Miles's spread legs and dipped down to his lover's ear.

"No talking or else," Ryan whispered huskily. With a nod of the head, the finger was removed. Ryan's tongue darted out skimming the lobe of Miles's ear, making the smaller man gasp. Thrilled by his lover's responsiveness, Ryan did it again but this time, the lick lingered and traced the rim of the ear. Drawing the sensitive lobe between his lips, Ryan gently sucked and nibbled, earning him a sexy hybrid of a groan and a giggle. 

Reluctantly releasing his suck-and-chew toy, Ryan followed the almost feminine curve of Miles's jawline as he moved to the other ear, wetting his skin with little licks and kisses on the way. He gave the other ear the same treatment and then dropped to the hollow of his lover's pale neck, drawing the flesh into his mouth. Miles bucked bebeath him and again, Ryan marveled at how he never grew bored with tiniest details of their sex life.

"Oh god, please..." Miles begged, waiting for more. To his intense dismay, Ryan stopped. "Ahhfuck, no! God, come back..." 

With an infuriating smirk on his sexy lips, Ryan moved his big, muscular boy ever so slowly between Miles's legs, locking dark, dilated eyes with his tiny lover. Miles didn't know whether to be afraid or aroused. Ryan's eyes twinkled mischievously and he rocked a wolfish grin that could frighten the devil himself.

Maintaining eye contact, Ryan reached for Miles's shirt, fingers worked between the buttons. Muscles flexing like a body building dream, he yanked the fabric apart. 

"Oh fuck," Miles gasped, little black buttons pinging in every direction. In another display of dominance, Ryan tore the rest of the shirt away, fingering the rags thoughtfully. "Hey! I liked that shirt!" 

"No talking!" Ryan growled.

If Miles had been paying less attention to the shirt and more to his boyfriend, he might've picked up on the dangerous glint in Ryan's eyes and the deliberate manner in which he handled the remains of Miles's shirt. That shirt should've been well and truly tossed from their universe and long gone by now. Oh shit, Miles thought to himself, only just now sensing the mood of his lover. 

"I think you have a little too much freedom right now," Ryan said looking at his work. Miles's creamy chest was on display and his two pink little nipples were the only thing breaking the flawless skin.

Taking the tattered remains of the shirt, Ryan slipped the material down to his wrists, deftly tied the shreds to the head board to the point Miles could hardly move, before leaning in to a passionate kiss. His nimble tongue darted across ruby red lips, demanding entry. 

Keeping his lover occupied with the kiss, Ryan reached to open a draw on the bedside table, retrieving the container he placed in there while setting up. Ryan was pretty proud of himself this time. He loved thinking of ways to seduce Miles and tonight was going to be really...hot. So hot, in fact, that Ryan had been thinking about it all day and his arousal had been on a low boil all afternoon. 

The contents of the container, however, were anything but hot. With his tongue occupied, Ryan was fumbling blind and as he reached in, the ice was cold to touch and had already started to melt. 

Miles had know idea what Ryan was doing until the frozen cube made contact with his side. Miles broke the kiss with a shriek as he arched his body away from the ice.

"What the fuck was that?" Miles bitched, his breath stolen first from the kiss and then from the shock of the ice.

"What this?" Ryan grinned evilly as he held the piece of ice between his fingers. Miles hissed as Ryan touched the ice to his warm skin again. Unable to move away, his sadistic boyfriend ran the little piece of ice from the centre of his chest to each highly sensitive nipple, causing them to rise into little peaks.

"Ah god! Motherfuck..." Miles cried, squirming for every torturous moment of sensation. He couldn't decide whether he wanted the ice to melt faster or slower. But melt it did.

"Awww. All gone," Ryan pouted in a child like voice as he sat the diminished chip of ice that hadn't melted in Miles's belly button. "Now for the next course," Ryan said with as quick kiss. Grabbing the top of Miles's pants, he pulled them apart, tearing them like his shirt. Ryan had been planing this for days and he had purposefully weakened the fabric and made sure Miles had worn them at just the right time.

Virtually naked and bound in rags, Miles's cock was now trapped only by a small pair of boxer briefs, the head of his dick glistening peaked out from under the waist band. 

"Looks like someone wants to come out and play," Ryan teased as he ran the tips of his fingers across his boyfriend's arousal, feeling a satisfied thrill as it jerked. Ryan felt for the cut in the elastic he had made and pulled across it, likewise tearing the underwear along the stitching before throwing them out of the way.

"Much better," Ryan said with a grin, gazing lustfully at his bound, naked and panting boyfriend. With a gentle touch he ran a finger across Miles's dick, down his tight sac, stopping at his twitching entrance.

"Oh god, you're gonna pay for ruining my wardrobe, lover," Miles growled, but the threat seemed empty in the position he was in and it wasn't like he cared much at that moment anyway.

"No talking," Ryan growled, repeating his command again and renewing his amorous assault with vigour since Miles was still seemed capable of speech.

That's more like it, he thought to himself, hearing his lover moan as probed the pulsing entrance with a finger slick from his own precome. 

Oh jesus, that's hot, Miles thought, watching Ryan collect more dewy drops from his own leaking cock. God, he's so hot...wanna fuck my man so bad...

Adding a bit more lube, Ryan pushed two of his fingers into his bound boyfriend. He got off hard on watching Miles totally under the power of their combined lust. Dominating his smaller lover was like Viagra, it revved him up and got him so hard he could hammer nails. Fuck...I can do anything I want to him...ram my dick so far up his sweet hole...fuck the come right out of him...

Miles panted and cried as relentless fingers scissored and twisted inside him, damn well kneading the hidden spot that drove him up the wall. His dick was pointing up from his belly, a constant trickle of precome dripping from it.

His boy's body was shaking with pleasure when Ryan decided to finally give what they both really wanted, what Ryan now fucking needed with ache so sharp it stole his breath. Need it...so horny...can't control it... Quickly he stripped off his clothes and liberally covered his hard cock in lube. Without missing a beat, Ryan placed the head of his hard, angry cock at Miles's entrance and pushed.

Miles breathed deeply as his defences protested the invasion and his guardian muscles rippled around Ryan's erection. He needed the adjustment stillness just as much as Miles did so he wouldn't explode the moment he bottomed out. The initial breach always set Ryan's cock to throbbing and shoved him right to the edge. Miles gasped, obviously feeling the pulse of his hard-on and Ryan could feel the hot channel twitching around his cock as he slid further in. 

Ryan's thrusts were fast and shallow as he slid in to Miles's body. It wasn't long before Ryan set a hard pace, hitting his boyfriend's spot on every jab. The room was full of the sounds of sweat-soaked bodies making contact and Miles's passionate screams. Smoke from the dancing candles and the musky smell of sex swirled around the two lovers.

Ryan knew his tiny partner was getting close, his face contorted in bliss, eyes screwed shut and mouth wide in a silent scream, and Ryan could feel the body underneath him tighten.

Not long after, Miles arched, his breathing stopped and his channel clenched around Ryan's cock as he came. Hot, white come splashed across his body as the orgasm took hold with a fierceness that shattered his world. Ryan was such an incredible top. It was always this good and every time Miles came in the arms of his big, strong lover, he felt like he'd won the lottery.

Watching, feeling Miles coming from his touch was Ryan's undoing. With a roar, he plunged his pulsing cock into that hot, grasping hole and filled it with his come. Over and over he slammed his seed deep with erratic thrusts and collapsed on the bed beside Miles, careful not to lie on his restrained arms. 

Miles felt his heart fluttering as he came down from the pleasurable heaven Ryan had taken him to. Lazily, his smoking-hot boyfriend reached over and pulled a cord of rope, undoing the knots around his wrists and ankles. 

Ryan held the pale boy as he snuggled into his warm chest. He knew the smaller boy was asleep from the soft, even breaths against his chest. 

Over their short time together, Ryan had learned that after sex, Miles could be as energetic as a rampant rabbit or worn out as easily as a new born puppy. 

Gently sliding out of the bed, Ryan dressed silently in harsh weather clothing and exited their home, leaving behind a sleeping Miles alone in their bed.

~#~

The early morning sun woke Miles from his sleep. The thin shaft of light speared through the gap in the curtains and danced across his eyes. 

"Morning," Ryan said with a yawn from the doorway, holding a tray full of food.

"Morning. Did it snow much last night?" Miles asked excitedly, stretching his limber body.

"Why don't you have a look?" Ryan mumbled as he placed the tray on the bed side table, keenly avoiding eye contact.

The suspicious behaviour of his lover went right past Miles as he hopped out from under the warm covers and almost danced over to the window. He pulled the curtains apart and took a sharp breath as he saw the ground outside. The normally snow-white ground was marked with patterns of frozen green grass and in his still-sleepy state, it took him a few seconds to make sense of what he saw.

Carved into the snow were the words 'Miles My Love, Will You Marry Me?'

He was shocked, utterly floored, and for at least a minute, he couldn't move.

Spinning around, he found Ryan naked and down on one knee, a little velvet box sitting in his hands with a silver ring inside. Miles's eyes filled with tears. Leaping into action, he rushed toward Ryan and tackled him to the ground. 

"Ohmigodohmigodohmigod... Yes!" was his muffled reply. 

Having just then suffered through the longest, most agonising moment of his life, Ryan pulled his new fiancé up and crushed their lips together in relief, rolling on the floor kissing. Hearing the word 'yes' to his proposal had given him an instant hard-on and as he licked passionately inside Miles's mouth, he ground his cock against his boy's rapidly growing erection.

By the time they stopped, they were both panting from lack of air and on the verge of jumping back into bed for more sex. 

Looking deep into Ryan's eyes, Miles smiled. "This is the happiest birthday ever," he said, giving Ryan another kiss.

~#~

One Year Later

"Oh god where is he," a nervous Ryan asked Clare who just shrugged.

"He'll be here soon. Hayley probably got hold of him and complained about his hair or something. Black really suits you by the way." Clare rubbed Ryan's arm, trying to comfort and distract him. 

"Thanks," Ryan said, giving her a genuine smile and for the first time since they arrived over an hour ago, not thinking about where his blushing bride was. Miles and his party were running fifteen minutes late and Ryan was going into melt down. To make things worse, the guests were getting fidgety. 

Ryan and Clare stood under an old oak gazebo wrapped in white and red roses. The weather was perfect and the early-autumn sun was just setting behind the red- and gold-leaved trees around the clearing, casting a firery hue over the wedding. It was breathtaking, surreal, and Ryan couldn't have asked for a more perfect setting. If only Miles would get his sexy ass there soon. Fantasies of the wedding night stirred Ryan's body and part of him wanted to rush through the ceremony and reception so he could get his new husband all alone.

"Ryan?" Clare's voice intruded. "You're, um, giving the guests a sneak preview of your honeymoon."

"Huh?" He looked at his friend in confusion.

"I know you're well-hung and all, but do you need to show the entire wedding you're packing some serious wood?"

Ryan looked down in horror. Sure enough, thinking of Miles tied stark-naked and spread-eagled to a table had given him an erection that was very noticeable.

"Oh fuck!" he gasped, blushing like mad and covering the bulge with his hands. Fortunately, Miles had overdone it with the flowers and Ryan's lower half was hidden from the crowd.

Clare snickered at Ryan's humiliation. "It's really tacky to bring a concealed weapon to a wedding, but in this instance, I think you can be forgiven. After all, Miles does look really hot..."

Ryan looked across the clearing and sure enough, Miles and his party had arrived. Ryan sighed with relief and the music started. Instead of the traditional Wedding March, 'Miles had chosen 'Across The Stars' by John Williams. It was a little unorthodox but Miles said the music symbolised how he felt when Ryan looked at him and that was all it took to convince the other man. 

The music reached a peak and Miles was led into the garden on his foster father's arm.

In the year leading up to the wedding, Carl had been as much of a father to Ryan as he had been to Miles, taking him in after Ryan's own family had failed him so spectacularly and then fallen apart. Ryan was still filled with rage that his twin brother and father had done what they did, both to Ryan and Miles and the gay community at large. He didn't know if he could ever forgive them. Now was hardly the time. Ryan got his first glimpse of his husband-to-be and everything else just fell away. He was stunned at the vision walking toward him.

The reds and golds of the fading light danced across Miles's white suit as he approached. His amethyst eyes sparkled in the light as he walked down the isle, taking the last few steps up to Ryan and Clare. Carl took his seat at the front and Hayley took her position next to Miles. 

Neither Miles or Ryan heard what was said as the gazed into each others eyes and yet somehow, they managed to say the words they needed. The final "You may kiss" was a relief to both of them and they finally shared their first official kiss as a married couple, their first night together.

"What took you so long? I was going crazy," Ryan whispered into his husband's ear quietly while the crowed beside the cheered as the walked towards the ancient hotel doors.

"Hayley complained about my underwear," Miles whispered back.

"Why?" Ryan asked back curiously.

"Cos their leather," his small husband said back with a cheeky grin. "Ready to eat?" he asked.

"Only if your desert." Ryan said pulling his husband into another kiss.

~#~

25 Years Later

"Can I see you ID please, sir?" the young girl on the till asked when she scanned the bottle of wine through the machine.

Miles sighed as he pulled out his drivers license. "Here," he said, handing it to the girl.

The young girl looked at the plastic card and back to him. "I'm sorry, sir, but I can't accept this. Do you really expect me to believe that you're 45?" she said snottily handing him the license back.

"Can you call the manager, please?" Miles asked, slightly annoyed with her. This happened every time the little shop took on new staff and no one ever believed he was as old as he was.

"Manager to checkout three please, assistant manager to checkout three," the girl said, her nasally voice filling the shop.

Another young girl with red hair walked up to the desk and sighed. "What's the problem, Kathy?" she asked wearily, obviously annoyed with the girl.

"Him," she said pointing at Miles who just smiled at the red head.

"Hello, Sophie," greeted the young manager who practically jumped him when he spoke.

"Uncle Miles!" Sophie cried hugging her uncle. Finally letting go, she returned to her professional self. "What's the problem here, sir?"

Miles smiled at the switch in his niece. "ID again," he said with a shrug.

"Serves you right for looking so good. Must have been something you and Momma Hayley were exposed to when you were little," she laughed. "It's okay, Kathy. Go take a break and I'll deal with this." Kathy just shrugged and walked way while Sophie sorted out the purchase. "Anything else?" she asked her uncle with a smile.




Not Too Late Epilogue



"No thanks. I'd better get over to Ryan before he eats all the food. Oh, how're things at home now?" Miles asked while he picked up the shopping.

"The folks are fine. I told them everything and then I was given 'the talk'," she said while pulling a face and making quotations with her fingers. 

"Ha, serves you right! Anyway, I've really got to go, darling. See you soon," Miles laughed and waved good bye. He was nearly at the car where Ryan sat when he heard Sophie calling his name. Turning around, he saw the young girl running over to him as fast as she could before she skidded to a stop. "Miss me already?" Miles grinned.

"Always, Uncle Miles, but I forgot to ask something important," she said with a smile between breaths. "Is it me or have you noticed something odd about Seth?"

"What do you expect? He's a cross between your mom and me," Miles said jokingly. 

He, Ryan, Hayley and Clare had decided they all wanted children and were finding it hard to adopt so they made a pact. Ryan and Hayley were Sophie's genetic parents while Miles and Clare were Seth's. Sophie had taken a lot of her looks form Hayley's genes and Seth was obviously Miles's son.

"No, I mean acting really weird. He won't let anyone come near him or touch him."

"No, if anything he's been more touchy toward us, stealing a hug whenever he can, like we're going to disappear or something," Miles said. He had thought the behaviour odd but with Sophie's testimony, he was starting to feel downright worried about his son.

"Maybe it's just me. Will you keep an eye on him though?" she asked with obvious concern in her voice.

"Sure, Sophie. Now go back to work; Ryan and I will watch him," he reassured. 

Sophie smiled and ran back to the shop leaving Miles shacking his head and continued back to his husband. Ryan leaned over the passenger seat and pushed the door open to let Miles in. "Thank you dear," Miles said in a loving tone, stealing a quick kiss from Ryan.

"Was that Sophie?" Ryan asked nodding towards the shop while he started the car.

"Yeah it was, she was concerned about Seth. Have you noticed anything different about him?" Miles asked.

"Not really. I haven't saw him with Kyle as much but I put it down to exams." Ryan shrugged without taking his eyes off of the road. 

Kyle was one of Seth's few friends. Their son had been a victim of extreme bullying when he was younger, mostly about having two fathers, but it didn't seem to have affected the relationship between the three of them. However, he often felt isolated and he was painfully shy. When Seth became friends with Kyle at the age of 14, both his parents were relieved.

Miles and Ryan suspected more than just a standard friendship between the two boys, such was the closeness they shared. Although, when they asked him about it, he said they were just good mates. Not long after that conversation, Seth had started dating. now at the age of 18, Seth had only being on a handful of dates and a girl called Katie was his only girlfriend: that ended after two months.

The car pulled onto the gravel drive of their cosy three bedroom house. They had moved here just before Seth's tenth birthday as they found their first home to be a little cramped with a child. 

Ryan took all of the shopping out of the car while Miles went to open the stiff front door. They recently installed new carpets in the living room where the door opened and the extra friction made the door a little difficult to open. It took Miles two good pushes before the door opened and when finally he entered, Miles was shocked at what he saw. 

Seth tripped over the table trying to turn the television off. The large screen was running a film of two young-looking twinks having sex.

When Ryan got to the door, he found his husband frozen on the spot, staring at Seth who was so white it looked like all the blood had been drained from his body. It took a few seconds before the motion on the screen caught his attention and understanding washed over him.

"Oh Seth..." was all Ryan said. The young boy looked at him, tears welling up in his wide eyes. 

Miles finally snapped out of his shock and ran over to their son, hugging him so tight it forced what little breath Seth had out of his lungs as Miles pulled him onto the large black sofa.

Even though Miles was still quite small, Seth was just over five foot, fitting snugly in his father's arms while small sobs shook his body. 

While Miles and Seth shared their much needed embrace, Ryan turned off the film and went to dish the food up before it got cold. When he came back into the room, he served his family and then sat on the other end of the sofa, with Seth sitting between Miles and himself. Shocked by the incident, the three ate in silence.

"We need to talk," said Miles after they finished eating, collecting their plates and stacking them on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. 

Seth nodded and quietly said, "Okay." 

"How long have you been into boys?" Miles asked, pulling Seth into his side for comfort while Ryan edged closer to them.

"Always have been, never liked girls really. Katie was just a good actor," Seth mumbled.

"Why didn't you tell us? Why did you feel like you had to pretend to be someone else?" Ryan asked.

"Cos I wasn't sure about it. And then Aunty Clare and Aunty Hayley blew up at Sophie 'cos they found out that she was a lesbian and I was afraid after that." he said while toying with the bottom of his t-shirt as.

"I could kill that girl sometimes," Miles said, obviously annoyed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Seth, look at me." Miles paused to waiting for Seth to look at him before he continued. "Clare and Hayley 'blew up' about Sophie because she broke your grandmother's $3000 antique table while having sex on it, not because she was having sex with a girl." Ryan looked away and tried to stifle his laughter at Sophie's tragic-yet-comical coming out, whereas Seth's eyes went wide as he took in the information. 

"So, are we ok?" Ryan asked, giving Seth a comforting little nudge bringing him back.

"Yeah." Seth smiled weakly.

"Good. Now, we can grill you about the porn." Ryan grinned evilly as Seth groaned.

"Listen, we don't mind you watching it; even if we tell you not to, you'll do it anyway, so we might as well just let you use it," Miles said.

"You should watch it in your room though and lock the door or otherwise someone might catch you in a...compromising position," Ryan chipped. 

Seth's cheeks turned a rosy pink and Miles had to laugh as he pulled Seth into another hug.

"Right then. Let's get this place cleaned up," Miles said, clapping his hands, he jumped out of the chair as if nothing had happened at all.

"I think I'm gonna hit the bed," Seth yawned, the events of the evening taking their toll on his system.

"Sure, go get some sleep," his father said with a sympathetic smile.

After saying a quick goodnight, he went to bed.

~#~

Miles quietly opened the door to Seth's room to check on the sleeping boy. Watching Seth hold a pillow to his chest took Miles back to when he was 18 and he slept in a fortress of pillows. That was before Ryan came along. Miles quietly crept into the room and pulled the covers over Seth's body.

"Mmm, Kyle..." Seth groaned in his sleep.

"I know," Miles whispered, understanding what his son felt completely. "Night son," he said kissing the top of his sons head and left the room, leaving him to whatever dream he was enjoying.