Shane pulled into my driveway and we both got out. Shane took my hand as we walked up the sidewalk. I froze halfway there when I felt the change.

“You okay?” Shane asked confused. I didn’t pay attention to him though. Someone had been here, and is still here. I moved cautiously forward but released Shane’s hand. After a few steps I heard the feet running. Waiting for the right time I acted like I didn’t hear them. Now. Quickly I spun and caught the knife in my hand, the blade slicing into skin. But I didn’t notice, my other hand had pulled out my gun from the back holster and it was pointing at the livid face of a teenager. When my mind cleared I recognized Devon, Dimitri Hawthorn’s son.

“Devon.” I said surprised.

“Bastard.” Devon hissed before he knocked the gun from my hand, only because I was still stunned. He then yanked the Knife back, opening the cut on my hand more. I frowned and knocked the knife from his hand before he could take a jab at me. Devon moved back and put his fists up.

“You don’t want to do this Devon.” I said sternly.

“You are at fault. You should be crippled to!” he yelled.

“At least he is alive!” I yelled back.

“Doesn’t matter! He is still depressed and restricted because of you!” Devon rushed to me, but in a quick move I had him on his stomach and pinned under me.

“I hid him. Do you understand! I hid him first before I even thought to figure out where the hell my three other brothers were. My family came second because I didn’t want your father to be killed since he was injured! I went searching for my brothers but couldn’t find them. Do you understand!” I yelled. My anger getting the best of me. The fear combined with it. “Your father was hidden. I searched for my brothers but was shot and taken hostage before I could make sure they were alive. Do you know what it’s like to believe all your brothers are dead for three weeks, while you are tortured to death?!” I yelled.

A hand on my shoulder made me pause and then I realized the kid under me was crying. On shaking limbs, I slowly stood up and Shane took my not bleeding hand in his.

“Go home.” Shane said softly to Devon. Devon slowly rose before he ran away into the darkness. “Come.” Shane said softly as he took me to the door. I punched in my code and then Shane led me to my bathroom. He tended to the cut on my hand while I watched numbly. When my hand was cleaned and wrapped he stood me up and pulled my clothes off. He then helped me back to my room and had me put on pajama pants. When I looked at him I saw that he too had changed, but instead he wore loose shorts. I was too numb to get aroused by it and I saw that Shane knew that too. He then pulled me down into my bed and held me against his chest. My hands rest on his lower stomach as I looked at the fine hair on his tan chest.

“Please tell me what happened to you, so I know how to help.” He whispered into my hair. “You helped me. Please let me help you.” I heard the hurt in his voice. After a shudder ran through me I told him the whole story.

“A year and a half ago, my brothers and I were on our last tour. Hawthorn and Brown were with us. We were just doing a routine drive by the border when an IED exploded an flipped the vehicle over. Hawthorn and I worked together to try to find safety but he stepped on a mine. I helped his leg as much as I could before I hid him away and covered his blood tracks. I then went back to the scene to find that my brothers weren’t anywhere in sight. Right when I was about to radio them, I was shot in the neck. Later I learned that it was a dart. I woke up tied down to a metal chair welded to the floor. It was hot and dry in that room. For three weeks a man barely able to speak English tortured me so that he could find where I hid the program I had created for the Marines. It was an advanced program that could learn when attacked but never be destroyed except by me. I never gave it to them. So they cut my side open and then stitched it back together. On the last day they reopened it and cut my leg.” I felt Shane rub my side where the scar was tingling, but the tingling stopped when his hand ran over it. “Jason, Jake, Lucas, and Brown had finally found where they had hid me. They killed all but one hostage before they took me to the helicopter that Giles was flying. The enemy’s reinforcement came while they were loading me into the helicopter. I was barely alive, Jason ended up giving me his blood in the helicopter because I wouldn’t have made it without it. When I was released from the stateside hospital, I came home and packed everything up and moved. I’ve been in solitary confinement since. That is until Anthony passed and Alison needed us. Alison was right; I wasn’t the same guy when I came back. I had hardened myself while tortured. I hated myself; I only stayed alive so that my brother’s deaths wouldn’t be in vain.” Opening my eyes I noticed that I was sitting up and Shane was holding me tight. It was then that I realized that I was shaking.

Shane stayed silent but held me close all night. He didn’t make a move or even ask questions which I was happy about because I didn’t think I could answer any then. That night I dreamed of the whole situation again and I broke out in cold sweats when the man with the sutures approached me. Suddenly the man changed form, he turned to Shane. Shane was slowly walking towards me with a pained smile.

“It’s just a bad dream. Yes it did happen, but it won’t happen again. I promise. I will protect you.” He reached out to me and I lifted a hand to realize that I wasn’t tied to the chair anymore, looking back I saw the chair but it quickly faded. Looking back at Shane he smiled at me.

Morning light peeking through my window shade woke me up. Blinking I looked around the side of the bed. The clock read nine o’clock, but I didn’t feel like moving. A weight around my waist told me one very important thing. Shane was still with me, but what caught my attention was the length I felt against my ass. I blushed at the size, and again felt small compared to Shane. Shifting so I could see his face, I only ended up moving my ass. Shane growled as his arm tightened around me before he settled down. I moved my ass again and Shane thrusted against me a little before he nuzzled my neck. Smiling I knew I had found a weakness.

Carefully as I could, I moved from his arms. Shane frowned but then turned onto his back. I took note of the tent in his shorts and smiled deviously as I gently straddled his legs, pinning them down. I then moved his shorts down and took in the sight of Shane.

Gathering the last of my courage from just waking up, I took him in my hand. Shane moaned and thrusted against my hand. Looking up at him I saw his mouth open and his eyes still shut, telling me that he was still out cold and dreaming a wonderful dream.

I moved my hand as I watched Shane’s face. He was panting slightly and looked in pain. Knowing what would help, I moved down him a little more and put my face level with his crotch. After a glance to make sure he was still sleep, I wet my lips and prayed I did it right.

Never taking my eyes off Shane’s face, I took him into my mouth and watched as his eyes shot open in surprise.

“Shit!” he cursed as I smiled a little as I moved on him. His eyes looked down at me in surprise, astonishment and lust as I moved on him. When I took him a little deeper I watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his head flopped back to the pillow. He continued to breathe hard as I continued. I felt him get stiffer and thought of something that might make him release harder. Letting the hand that wasn’t cut slide between his legs, I gathered a little of my saliva that had dripped between his legs, and rubbed it around his hole.

“Luke.” Shane panted as his hands grabbed my head, I felt him try to pull me up, but instead I pushed my finger in him and was rewarded with his shout and release.

After I cleaned him up with a towel nearby I noticed that he hadn’t moved the whole time. Concern I crawled back up beside him. Suddenly I was pushed onto my back and had a very awake Shane above me. His eyes though were focused on my mouth, but quickly he leaned down and kissed me so deeply it felt like he was fucking my mouth with his tongue. My hips rose to his as he groaned into my mouth.

‘Down with the Sickness’ started going off and Shane lifted his head.

“What in the-“ I laughed at Shane’s confused face and pushed him up. Grabbing my phone from my pants pocket I answered Alison’s ringtone.

“hey Alison.” I said while trying to hide my smile as Shane’s eyes widened. Alison was silent on the other side which made me pull the phone to double check she was still there. “Alison.” I said sternly.

“Sorry, you surprised me by actually sounding happy.”

“Brat.”

“Forgetful dick head.” She spit back pissed. And it clicked.

“Shit Molly!” I said locking eyes with Shane.

“yea, jackass, she is going to wake up soon and only wake to three of her Uncles, if you don’t get your ass here soon.”

“Bye.” I hung up and scrambled for clothes. When I was dressed I saw that Shane was smiling and already dressed.

“Would your sister mind if I came?” he said chuckling. I shook my head as Shane backed me up against a wall. “Good.” He said before he kissed me. “Let’s go.” He said grabbing my hand and pulling me to his jeep. We were at Alison’s place in twenty minutes.

I walked through her front door with Molly’s presents and while Shane carried the few I had for the rest of my family. Alison wasn’t surprised when Shane walked into the living room with me. Lucas and Jason were though. Jake just shrugged it off and I figured that he already guessed it.

A few minutes later mom came down with Molly beside her. A squeal left the little girl before she ran to Alison and hugged her. Molly then made her rounds to everyone else. Shane was even rewarded with a hug and it made me see the longing that flashed in his eyes briefly when she walked away. I looked at him surprised but he was too busy watching Molly dig into her gifts, to see me noticing a side of him I didn’t know. Shane wants kids. Warmth spread through my chest as I smiled and watched Molly open more presents.

That night Shane stayed again at my request. We didn’t do anything other than enjoy each other’s company and stories of the past. Shane helped me get over the guilt I felt over Hawthorn, and just like I told Devon, I did save his dad even if the attack was at me. I called Dimitri and let him know what happened and that I already forgave his son.