Bowie looked amazing sprawled out on the bed. I really didn't want him there, and not because I didn't like him. He was a great person, super charismatic, funny, friendly; all the things....but I am jealous of him. Only at Clay's request was Bowie still here. He was actually completely fine with Clay dropping him like a poisonous spider and running back to me. His exact words were,

     "Clay, I love you, you know that, I want you to do what you need to make you happy. And if that's not me, then it's not me."

     And he did it with a smile, a real smile! Clay kissed him and said he loved him too...bitch... Anyways, that brings me back to why I was sitting with my hand on my cock and watching as Clay and Bowie did the kinky sex thing on the bed.

     Bowie was a freak. No really. This scenario always seemed a bit much for me. Turns out Bowie doesn't just like to get bit, scratched and slapped, he also had an asphyxiation kink. Though it may not be my cup of tea, it was still so hot.

     Bowie was on his back his face red and getting redder by the second, automatic tears running down his face, his mouth open, no sound, with a black strap looped around his neck. Clay held the other end like a leash and had it pulled tight as he rode Bowie, rocking and grinding down, his head back and eyes closed.

     Clay loosed his grip rolling his hips slowly as Bowie took a shaky gasp.

     "Come on, Clay baby. Give it to me, I'm so close." He gasped, his voice raw and horse.

     Damn...he was really losing it. All of the times he made us hang on the edge of release, telling us how beautiful we were like that, wanting to make us feel good for as long as he could. But, you choke him for a few minutes and he was coming unglued, begging.

     "I'll make sure you get yours, baby, come on, please Clayton." He was tying to lean back and tighten the strap again, but the bed was in his way. He whined and stuttered his hips up, gripping Clay's thighs as if his life depended on it, his nails leaving little crescent-shaped marks.

     Worried frown aside, Clay wrapped the strap back on his wrist and pulled it tight again. That didn't last long. Upside if this whole ordeal was, once certain Bowie was okay and just passed out, Clay climbed into my lap. Oh God, was that amazing! God I should have let that happen sooner. So much sooner.

    "Hey...Bowie?" Clay curled up to his side and sucked gently on the dark mark the strap had made on his neck. "What happened to you letting me know if you were going to black out?"

     "I don't think I've ever finished so fast in my life." He croaked, letting me brush away the drying tears as he opened his eyes.

     "Nice change of subject." Clay drawled, rolling his eyes. "That happen every time?"

     "Never had anybody I trusted enough before." He panted.

     "....aww...that's kind of, sweet." Clay said kissing Bowie gently. "How the fuck did you know you liked that then!?"

     "Best friend when I was seventeen, when the dinosaurs roamed, we used to fight and wrestle a lot. I won mostly, but the one time he put me in a choke hold and I couldn't breath and it was so thrilling. Went from soft to steel in two seconds. He said he wouldn't let go unless I tapped out...and I just couldn't bring myself to tap out." He was breathing a bit easier, arm around me, rubbing the knots in my shoulder, playing with Clay's hair as Clay kissed down his chest. "Spent the better part of the next month jerking off with my belt tied to the bed head and looped around my neck." He shook his head at himself. "Gods I love being a freak. But can you imagine what my dad would have done if he came in and I was out cold, half naked, sticky, with my belt around my throat?" He laughed harder, facepalming himself.

    Okay, that was funny, made me never want to have kids, but it was funny.

     "You sure you're okay?" I asked as Bowie dressed later. Clay was still in the shower.

     "And here I thought you didn't like me." He cooed, teasing me.

     "Fine. Be that way."

     "I was teasing, don't get shirty with me. I really do want you to like me. I like you." He said sincerely, looking like he wanted to reach out and touch me, but not wanting to make me uncomfortable.

     I just scoffed.

     "Clay really loves you, you know that right." He said, the light mood changing. "He talks about you all the time. I know you haven't broken things off with Hunter, even if you haven't seen him since he got you back. You need to do that, Max." Bowie said giving me a look that convinced me he was Alistair's son. "Why haven't you?"

     Because I was scared. "I just don't like break-ups, but you are right. I need to man up." I wasn't going to tell anyone that Hunter's temper scared me. I didn't like being wrong, and the more I was around Hunter, the more I came to realize Clay and them had a point. Hunter could be so nice, but there was another side that was frightening.

     "I love Clayton too. I want him loved like he deserves." Bowie kissed my head before I could stop him and caught my lips when I didn't protest. "I also want you to be happy and comfortable and loved like you deserve. And baby...Hunter can't do that. Not for you. You're an attention whore."

     "I am not!" I gasped shoving him away as he smiled.

     "I never said it was a bad thing. You just need someone who wants nothing more than to shower you with all the love and attention you can handle." He said, raising his hands up in submission.

     "Fuck you." I gripped. He smiled and waved, opening the window and hopping out. "I'm not an attention whore."

     "I hope you are!" Clayton looped his arms around me and hugged me from behind,  water dripping onto my neck and shoulders.

    "Shut up." I said with no real conviction, tipping my head up so he could better kiss the bites Bowie left me. "You can't possibly be horny?" I said as he started to palm me through my pajamas.

     "I'm always horny now." He picked me up and tossed me into bed, hopping up next to me and snuggling me, clicking off the bedside lamp. "Good night, Max. I love you."

     "I love you too."

     And god damn did that morning come too soon. It was just like every other morning though. Clay woke me up, kissing my jaw, hugging me close, we got up, got breakfast, socialized with the rest of the house. Then I left.

     Hunter was home and answered the door quickly. "Where the fuck have you been?" No 'hello, I've missed you' just, that. He was clearly in a bad mood and I should have known better and turned away.

     "Hunter, I have to talk to you...about...us."

     "Your back together with him, aren't you." He started down at me, his gaze hard. Very quick to jump to conclusions. I wondered how many times he'd been burned before.

     The only thing I could do was nod. And then he hit me.

     If I had know, I would have never even associated myself with him. Even now the though of him makes my skin crawl and my stomach turn.

     Bradly told me, later, that our cells are constantly being replaced and every seven years we start over entirely new. There was so much comfort in the fact that in seven years I would have a body he had never touched.

     I remember everything, still, in vivid detail and technicolor. I'll spare you though. Long story short, Hunter hit me, screamed at me; "Lying cheating whore, you deserve this, don't pretend you don't want it you fucking slut," He held me down, hands around my throat, choking me until I saw spots in my vision, and raped me.

     It was kind of surreal. He just pulled up his pants, wished me happiness with Clay, and stomped off. I choked down my tears and left, in total shock.

    I sat parked a couple miles from home, just crying. I felt so sick with shame, so dirty as the reality of what just transpired hit me like a brick wall at 90. I let Hunter rape me.

     I didn't even notice Bradly until he opened the drivers side door and I had a panic attack.

     "Max?! Hey what's wrong, what happened, are you alright? Why are you bleeding!? Who did this?" He held onto my shoulders examining my face. He looked so worried. "Hop over, I'm getting in, I'm taking you home." He said firmly, starting to climb into the cab.

     Then I found my voice. "W-what!? no, no Bradly please don't, they will want to know what happened! Please Bradly, I don't want them to know, please don't." I begged him, wringing my hands and clinging onto his coat. His skinny ass scooted me over and held me against to him in a one armed hug as he started up the truck and turned it around.

     "Then I'm taking you to a hospital, or you'd better start talking." He said, giving me a worried look. He touched the red finger marks around my neck and more tears leaked out of my eyes.

     "Please Bradly, I don't want anybody to know..."

     "Max, this wasn't Clay...right?" He asked holding my shaking hands.

     "No! No of course not, it-i-it...Bradly I..." I couldn't even string a fucking sentence together.

     "I'm taking you to the hospital." He said firmly, putting the truck in drive and firmly ignoring me as I pleaded and begged him not to.

      I've never been so humiliated in my life. Everybody told me it wasn't my fault, to not blame myself, I was going to be okay. It made me sick, and what was worse was Bradly stayed there with me, the whole time. Telling people to lay off, to shut up, to go away.

     I don't know why I resented him so much, but at the moment I wished for anybody else but him to be there. And then I was glad he was there, he didn't say much to me, and it wasn't really weird, I had someone to answer stupid questions for me.

      "Max. I'm going to call Bowie." He said suddenly. "Clay can't know yet. He'll do something stupid like try and kill Hunter. Not that we aren't going to, we just have to do it subtlety, and the last time Clay didn't do it subtlety."

     "Last time?" I asked watching Bradly freeze and almost drop his phone.

     "What?" He asked innocently.

     "You said last time. Clay never told me why he and Hunter got into the fight that ended with them in jail. Was that last time?" If that fucker raped someone else, I swear to God...

      "Max," He looked around to check nobody was around. "Look. I made Clay promise not to tell because it was stupid, but...when they were dating, me and Hunter were hanging out and I got trashed and he put something in my cup and I don't remember anything else except sucking Clay's....yeah, anyways Hunter made it out like I wanted the threesome and forgot to mention to Clay I didn't. That was what the fight was about. Clay flipped out, it wasn't a huge deal to me, but Clay will lose it. I promise Hunter will be dealt with, but Clay can't afford to start the fight again."

     "...oh..."

     "I should have told someone about Hunter, Max. It's my fault this happened to you."

***This chapter starts out so deceiving. I'm writing again! yay. unfortunately I'm getting back to writing after a bad time so all my characters are going to suffer....un-yay. Vote, comment, don't hate me to much \^~^/