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Sabine sighed in relief when Pete walked through the door that led into the warehouse. He watched as Patrick shot up from his chair, crushing Pete with a tight hug, visibly trembling. “You had us worried,” Patrick whimpered softly so as to not wake the sleeping couple, Joe and Deacon, who were snuggled up on the couch. “Why wouldn’t you answer your phone when we called?”

Pete wrapped his arms around Patrick, resting one hand on the back of Patrick’s head as the other arm went around Patrick’s back. He shook his head and rested it on Patrick’s shoulder, part of him needing the comfort from feeling disgusted in himself for letting William Beckett fuck him. “It got ruined...” He whispered, making Patrick lift his head. He raised his own head to look at Patrick.

“How did your phone get ruined, Pete?” Patrick asked, his eyes taking in the broken look in his friend’s eyes. He frowned as he studied the sadness in Pete’s face.

He shook his head and looked at Sabine. “Contact your Master and tell him we’ll take him up on his offer, if Deacon is okay with it,” he said as he looked to Deacon. “You can open your eyes Deacon, I know you’re eavesdropping.”

Deacon gave a sheepish grin as he opened his eyes and lifted his head from Joe’s chest. “Hey...”

Patrick stared for a moment before turning Pete’s head to make him look at him. “Do NOT change the subject after you had me scared to death,” Patrick growled, shocking everyone in the room now that Joe was awake as well. “What the Hell do you mean your phone got ruined Pete? How did it get ruined, and when it was, why didn’t you contact me through your telepathy so I wouldn’t worry about you!?”

Deacon frowned as he watched the small scene, but frowned even deeper when he smelled a familiar scent. “Patrick, I think you and Pete might want to take this conversation somewhere more private,” he said softly, making Pete and Patrick both look at him, Pete’s boring into his own.

“Sabine and I can discuss the moving of everything while you and Patrick talk,” Andy said, speaking up. “Deacon already said yes if you were willing so the rest can be decided without you and Patrick. It’s okay, Pete.”

Pete stared for a moment longer before Patrick grabbed his hand and pulled him from the living room and down the hall to one of the sound-proof rooms incase they were to start yelling. As soon as they were both inside of the room, and Patrick had slammed the door shut, he turned an angered gaze on Pete, who looked down, frowning.

“Look at me, Peter,” Patrick growled out. Normally he would have been calm with his friend, but Pete hadn’t even sent him some kind of mind message to let him know he was okay, he hadn’t even found a phone to call him and tell him about his phone. He was stressed, worried, and now confused as Hell; his fuse was bound to be a bit short. When Pete raised his eyes to meet with Patrick’s, the younger male nearly melted at the broken, teary-eyed look he was seeing. “Pete, please talk to me...”

“I got attacked,” Pete spoke softly, trying his hardest to keep his eyes locked with Patrick’s, “by Beckett... I heard this girl crying, I followed the noise, and before I knew what was going on, I was unconscious... When I,” he paused, letting out a heavy sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair, “when I came to, I was at his home...”

“You were at Beckett’s home?” Patrick questioned, his worry seeping through his voice as his throat constricted some, almost as if his breath was trying to stop coming for him all together. “H-How did you get out? Did he hurt you?”

Pete frowned deeper and looked down. “He didn’t hurt me,” he answered, “and I got out when he let me go.”

Patrick stared at him, completely confused as to why William Beckett would let Pete go when it was well known he had been wanting to have and keep Pete ever since he bit him years ago. If William Beckett had Pete at his home, why had he let him go? “Pete, I need to elaborate for me here...” He said softly. “Why would Beckett get you and then just let you go if he didn’t hurt you?”

- - - - -

William took Pete’s cock in his mouth, inch by inch as he brought his hand up, his hand teasing the entrance to Pete’s body, making the other vampire tense up. He took the rest of Pete’s length into his mouth before swallowing around it, making Pete moan against Emmi as his body relaxed, giving William the chance he needed to slid two fingers into Pete’s body so he could start getting him ready for what was to come. When Pete started to tense on his fingers, he gently bit down on Pete’s base and dragged his teeth backwards on his flesh, making Pete moan and relax so he could continue.

Pete moaned as he continued to please Emmi with his tongue and mouth, his cock throbbing in William’s mouth as William scissored his fingers, opening Pete up for him. He moaned, his hips jerking, when William pushed his fingers in deeper, pressing against his prostate. He may have had fantasies and thoughts of other men, but he had never slept with any of them, too afraid of how it might hurt instead of feeling good, but right about now, he didn’t care with how good it was feeling to have William’s mouth moving back and forth on his cock, and William’s fingers sliding in and out of his body. Add on the delicious taste of Emmi’s flesh and the sounds of her gorgeous moans, and it was almost too much for him.

- - - - -

Pete cleared his throat and shifted from foot to foot, unable to tell the truth about letting their enemy have his way with him, with the help from Gabe’s pet. He found himself staring at the floor as his mind put two and two together, leaving him feeling stupid and confused. Gabe was a vampire? A friend of William’s? If he was, then why hadn’t Pete been able to smell it on him? Why hadn’t...Why hadn’t Gabe handed him over after all this time when he knew William was hunting hard for Pete? He was shaken from his thoughts by Patrick saying his name, making him look up at him. “Sorry, I kind of zoned out,” he said, giving a sheepish half-smile before he looked to the ground, regretting what he was about to say.

“It’s okay,” Patrick said as he adjusted his glasses. “But can you please tell me what happened?”

Pete sighed and shook his head. “He let me go because he got what he wanted...” He whispered, his voice barely audible. “He... He kept me long enough to rape me...” He swallowed hard, hating that he had lied to Patrick, but he was disgusted in himself for liking what he had done with William. He felt guilt settle in when Patrick closed the distance between them, hugging him close.

“Oh God Pete, I’m so sorry,” Patrick said as he held Pete close. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you when you came in, I was just so worried, and damn it I should have gone looking for you-”

Pete gently covered Patrick’s mouth with his hand, cutting him off as Patrick pulled away slightly and gave him a confused look. “Patrick,” he said as he lowered his hand, “don’t you ever go looking for me if I don’t come back. It could mean something happened and if that ever does happen you turn your back and forget I was here,” he said slowly, his own words making his chest tighten at the thought of Patrick having to pack up the warehouse and move on.

Patrick shook his head as his eyes began to glisten from the unshed tears filling them. “I can’t do that Pete,” he said, his voice wavering slightly. “I could never let something happen to you, and if it did I could never just turn my back like that.” He sniffled softly as he tried to fight back his tears.

“Yes, Patrick, you-”

“No, I can’t!” Patrick snapped. “I can’t just let go, or turn my back on someone I love Pete! I’m tired of fucking trying to pretend like we’re just in the same clique, the same group, partners in the same fucking fight. I’m tired of not being able to tell you why I worry about you so much.” He shook his head as he took his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair. “And I’m sick of you pushing me away.”

Pete stared at Patrick as he absorbed everything he told him. He closed the space between him and Patrick, softly crushing his mouth with his own, cupping the sides of Patrick’s face as he held him close. When Patrick opened his mouth for him, he slowly slipped his tongue inside, exploring every inch of Patrick’s mouth, moaning softly as Patrick’s tongue brushed against his.

Patrick’s hands went to Pete’s chest, slowly pushing away to break the kiss as he looked at Pete, who looked back at him with an unreadable expression in his eyes. “Pete... Please don’t mess with me,” he whispered, “I can’t take anymore right now.”

“I’m messing with you, Patrick, I do love you,” he said as he ran his hand over Patrick’s cheek.

“You sure have one Hell of a way of showing it,” Patrick whispered, his doubt obvious in his words. “You push me away, you shut me out, how do you expect me to believe you love me, Pete?”

“Patrick,” Pete sighed softly, “I push you away because if something happens to me, I don’t want it to hurt you as bad as it could... I push you away because if something happens to you, I know I couldn’t handle it.” He looked into Patrick’s eyes. “And when I was at Beckett’s, I was worried I wouldn’t see you again. When that was going on, all I could think about was you, how I wished it was you and not him, Patrick. You... Because I love you.”

“I want to be yours, Pete, but you have to let me in,” Patrick said, “because I can’t be with you and have you be emotionally detached from me. Do it during fights so neither of us are easy targets, but when we’re here, or at the other warehouse, don’t push me away. Please, Pete?” He sighed softly as Pete’s mouth captured his own once more in a kiss they both lost themselves into.

[Author's Note: I would like to apologize profusely for the long delay in the release of this chapter, but you can blame my cat for eating it, not kidding. I still had it in paper form and when I woke up, it was scattered all about me like a scene out of Poppy Z. Brite's Drawing Blood. A very bad scene -.-. Anyway, a special thank you to my dear Emmi for helping me come up with the Pete/Patrick idea for this chapter because I knew what I wanted but I wasn't sure how to make it happen and she helped me out like the sweet little muse she is. I hope you all liked it =)]