Mark threw his cell phone across the room. It slammed against the wall, but fortunately, it didn't break. He ran his hands through his red hair and put his face in his hands.

He was worried about Tyler.

He had been calling and texting him almost nonstop since their fight last Friday. On Wednesday, Tyler had answered the phone only to scream, I hate you, and hang up. But now, it had been two days since he had heard his voice, a week since their fight, and Mark was worried. He knew Tyler could be a bit self-destructive when hurt and Mark was wondering what he had been up to during the past week. He was especially concerned today because, Out in Dayton was sponsoring a big gay party weekend on the campus of the University of Dayton. He and Tyler had talked about going. What if Tyler went by himself? There would be lots of gay college men who would love a beautiful, young gay boy who could lie about his age because of his height and had a tendency to say yes to sex easily. Mark was scared Tyler would go to the party and...

He didn't want to think about it.

Mark picked up his phone and dialed Tyler's number.

Tyler, it's Mark again. Look. I'm really, really sorry and...Tyler...I...I love you. Okay. I love you. I do and I should have said it earlier but, you are only 18 and I'm 23 and...shit. I love you Tyler. Please call me and please don't go to Dayton, okay? I love you.

Tyler looked at himself in the mirror. He looked good. Hell, he looked hot. Really hot. His shorts were super short and showed off his legs as well as his ass. He had on his favorite t-shirt. The tight one that hugged him in all the right places. It was summer so, he had let his curly brown hair grow a little longer. He put some cherry lip gloss on his lips. His mouth was one of his best features. Might as well play it up. His skin was tan from tennis at the club. Yes. He looked gorgeous. He would meet someone else tonight. Fuck Mark. Besides, Mark was out to get Blaine, so Tyler really shouldn't sleep with him anyway. Blaine was his friend. Tyler would go to the party in Dayton and meet someone new. Someone who wouldn't call him a whore.

His cell phone rang. He ignored it.

He grabbed his keys. The phone beeped that there was a message. He looked at it.

MM

He hit delete.

Blaine woke up and gently rolled off of Kurt. Kurt shifted and rolled on to his stomach, resting his head on his arms. Blaine smiled. That was Kurt's favorite sleeping position when he wasn't wrapped in Blaine's arms.

Blaine put his hands behind his head and looked at the ceiling. He thought about everything O had said. Did Blaine believe it? He was very skeptical about the whole voodoo priestess story. It just seemed so...strange. But then again, this whole thing was strange. Blaine was strange. His relationship with Kurt was strange. If he wasn't living this life and someone told him about it, he would think they were crazy. He looked over at Kurt.

Kurt was his slave. Blaine smiled. Damn that made him happy. He would take good care of Kurt. Always. He wouldn't fuck up like his grandfather. Would he want Kurt to die if something happened to him? Blaine was conflicted. Part of him said yes. Kurt belonged to him. He wouldn't leave him behind with no one to take care of him or protect him. But at the same time, it felt unfair, especially if he died young. Blaine pushed the thought from his mind. He would just make sure he didn't die anytime soon.

There was one thing Blaine didn't think to ask until they were driving back. Why hadn't his father inherited the darkness? Why did it skip a generation? Blaine was glad his father didn't have his power. His dad already kicked his ass every chance he got. What would it be like if his dad had the power to cause him real pain? Blaine figured he would be dead by now. His father would have simply killed him and made it look like an accident.

Hmm...

Kill him and make it look like an accident...

Blaine closed his eyes. Did he want to kill his father? Should he? Life would be easier with him gone. Of course to be fair, his father had left him alone since their last fight. But, it was probably just a matter of time before trouble would start. His father had practically admitted that he knew Blaine set the fire, but he couldn't prove it. Would he come after him? He probably didn't feel the need to avenge Phil's death now that he knew Phil was gay, but Blaine did destroy an expensive building and all that was in it. Did his father care?

Blaine rolled to his side and watched Kurt sleeping. No. He couldn't kill his father. Kurt wouldn't like it. He would not approve. Blaine sighed. James would get to live for now. Unless of course, he made the mistake of crossing Blaine or hurting Kurt. If given the opportunity, Blaine would kill his father. He was tired of James beating his ass and making his mom cry.

Kurt opened his eyes.

"Hello beautiful."

"Hi."

Kurt scooted over and rested his head on Blaine's chest.

"So, what do you think about all that we learned?"

"I'm going to try and do a hell of a lot better than my grandfather."

"You're not going to be an attorney?"

"No...I mean, yes, I'm still going to be an attorney. I meant as it relates to you. He didn't take care of Tania and that destroyed both of them. I will always take care of you."

Kurt's voice was quiet. "He destroyed himself and Tania because he got greedy. Greedy for power and he was selfish."

Blaine didn't say anything.

"But, I understand how Tania felt. I'd want to die too. I wouldn't want to go on without you."

Blaine still didn't say anything.

Kurt continued. "What did you think of the story?"

"The voodoo priestess story? I don't know. Sounds a little crazy to me."

Kurt laughed. "I think it makes perfect sense. I believe every word. Oh, and in case you hadn't noticed, this entire thing is crazy. I can assure you that this is not how most teenage relationships work. At least none of the ones in glee club."

Blaine laughed. They lay in silence for a while until Blaine spoke.

"I love the fact that you are my slave. I really, really love it. It turns me the fuck on."

"I love being your slave."

Blaine took a deep breath as his dick hardened. Next time he jerked off, it would be to those words in his head coupled with the image of Kurt impaled on his cock, head back, screaming.

Kurt's cell phone rang. He reluctantly got up and dug it out of his pants pocket. It was an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"It's Mark."

"Who?"

"Mark...well Michael, but it's really Mark. Mark Madison."

Kurt's expression turned bitchy along with his voice. Blaine's eye color deepened as he listened to Kurt's tone.

"Well! You have a hell of a lot of nerve calling me after what you did. I can't believe..."

Mark interrupted.

"Look Kurt, stop! You can tell me off later. I'm trying to find Blaine."

"Blaine?"

"Yes. It's important. It's about Tyler."

"What about Tyler? What's wrong?"

"I...we had a fight and...he left mad and I haven't been able to find him all week, and I'm...I'm scared because the Out in Dayton party is this weekend...we were gonna go and...now I'm scared he's gonna go by himself and..." Mark stopped. He was growing more panicked and scared as he spoke.

Kurt was confused and intrigued. "Wait, I don't understand. Why were you fighting with Tyler? How do you even know...Wait! You? You are Tyler's boyfriend?"

Now Blaine really wanted to know who Kurt was talking to. "Who is that?"

"Mark Madison."

It took Blaine a moment. "What? Are you fucking kidding me!" Kurt shushed him.

Mark sighed. "I'm not exactly his boyfriend...well... maybe I am...I don't know. We haven't really discussed it. Look, I just wanted to know if Blaine has seen him. Did he mention going to Dayton?"

Kurt looked at Blaine. "Have you seen Tyler this week?"

Blaine thought about it. He shook his head. "You know...he wasn't at the club at all this week."

"Mark? Blaine hasn't seen him. He wasn't at the club this week."

"Shit!" Now, Mark was really scared. "I bet he's going to Dayton tonight. Damn it!"

Kurt was still intrigued about Tyler and Mark being a couple. "Exactly how long have you two been carrying on?"

"A couple of months. I gotta go to Dayton to find him. He's going to get himself in trouble."

"Mark, you don't even know if he went to Dayton. Wait! I have an idea. We will call you back in 10 minutes. What's your number?"

Kurt hung up and looked at Blaine. "Tyler might be headed for trouble but before we know for sure, you need to make a phone call."

They looked up Tyler's home number in the Dalton Academy Directory. Blaine called Tyler's mom to ask if Tyler was home. He hadn't seen him at the club and was worried about him. Oh, how sweet of Blaine to call. Tyler had indeed been home all week, not feeling well to the point that he had been crying in his room the entire week. But, he felt better today and was going out with some friends to a party in Dayton. Actually, she thought Blaine was one of the friends he was going with. Blaine, smoothly created a lie on the spot about having to help with his dad's campaign, but he would be joining the others later. He was glad Tyler was feeling better and would be able to make it.

He hung up and looked at Kurt.

"This isn't good. Tyler doesn't hang with a bunch of gays who would be going to Dayton tonight. He has to be by himself. And when the hell did he start screwing around with Mark Madison?"

Kurt shook his head. "I don't know. It's been a few months, I guess. They had a fight and he hasn't seen or talked to Tyler since last Friday. He sounds really scared."

The darkness was swirling around in Blaine. That explains how Mark knew so much personal information about the Andersons for that damn article. Did Tyler volunteer it or did Mark fuck it out of him?

"Blaine...we need to help Mark find him. You know how Tyler is. He's vulnerable and...trusting. If he's really feeling bad about himself and unloved..." Now, Kurt was really worried. He called Mark back.

"He's definitely headed to Dayton. Dayton is only an hour and a half away. He might be there already."

"Fuck! I've heard about this weekend. Things can get pretty wild. If he meets the wrong person..." Mark started feeling sick.

Kurt looked at Blaine.

Blaine sighed. "Get Mark's address. Tell him we'll pick him up in 20 minutes."

30 minutes later, Blaine, Kurt and Mark were headed towards Dayton in James Anderson's, lunar blue, Mercedes Benz CLS 550.

"I don't understand. If your dad has this beautiful car, why does he drive around in that crappy one my dad fixed?"

"It's all a part of the political game. Campaigning in the crappy car gives the illusion that he is one of the people. It wouldn't go over well for him to pull up to a rally at a rendering plant in a $72,000 car."

Blaine glanced at Mark in the rear view mirror. He hoped that little tidbit would end up in one of Mark's future articles, but Mark looked so sad and depressed, Blaine doubted he'd even heard him. Seeing him this upset over Tyler made him curious.

"When did you start messing around with Tyler?"

Mark sighed. "Back in April or May. I met him at the bookstore. I was looking for a gift for my 5 year old niece. Tyler was in the children's section. He was holding a copy of The Greatest Works of Dostoyevsky, but reading Shel Silverstein's, Where the Sidewalk Ends. He was reading it and actually laughing out loud. It was just so...sweet and adorable. A college sophomore reading a children's poetry book and laughing. I didn't find out he was only18 and still in high school until after we'd started...you know..." Mark stopped talking and looked out the window.

Kurt looked at Blaine.

"Please drive faster."

Tyler walked into the fieldhouse, sat down at the bar and ordered a ginger ale. He never drank alcohol. He was too smart for that. Besides, how could you really enjoy sex if you were drunk? Tyler liked to know what he was experiencing. He looked around the room. So many beautiful college boys. It would be easy for him to hook up with someone. He would lie and say he was a sophomore English major. He was sitting there for 10 minutes when a gorgeous guy with smooth brown skin and jet black hair approached him. He had an accent.

"Would you like to dance?"

Tyler looked at him. He was very good-looking and he liked the accent. "Sure."

His name was Rico and he was an international student from Brazil. Tyler found this interesting but Rico wasn't really his type. They danced to a few songs and Tyler returned to the bar. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone watching him. Actually, it was two someones. One was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. The other was the same height but had brown hair and brown eyes. They started walking towards him. They moved alike. Were they twins?

"Hello." The brown haired one spoke.

"Hi."

"I'm David. This is Nathaniel."

"I'm Tyler."

"I think you are sexy Tyler. Nathaniel thinks you are pretty."

"Thank you."

"Would you like to dance?"

"With which one of you?"

"Both of us. We do everything together." David leaned in closer, his voice low and sexy. "Everything."

Tyler felt a little chill run up his spine.

"Okay."

David took one of Tyler's hands and Nathaniel the other. They led him to the dance floor and started dancing with Tyler sandwiched in the middle.

Things quickly turned strange.

David was behind Tyler. After a few minutes of dancing, he placed his hands on Tyler's hips and pulled his ass towards him. Tyler could feel David's dick pressed tightly against him. Nathaniel pressed himself against Tyler and wrapped his arms around Tyler, his fingertips resting on David's waist. Tyler could feel Nathan's erection. Ohhh. To be pressed between two gorgeous men who thought he was pretty and sexy. Tyler closed his eyes and went with it. Nathaniel slid his hand down to Tyler's crotch and started massaging him while David slid his hand up Tyler's shorts and started lightly circling his ass hole. Tyler gasped but didn't say anything. It all felt so good and he felt wanted and pretty and sexy and who cared if Mark thought he was a whore, because these two college boys found him beautiful enough to molest in a crowded room, on a dance floor full of other attractive men. They chose him so, fuck Mark.

As Blaine, Kurt and Mark entered the University of Dayton campus, they quickly realized this was not going to be easy. Kurt looked around the streets full of good-looking gay men walking around in tight shorts and jeans. He couldn't help but wish he was dressed differently.

"How on earth are we going to find him? There are hundreds of people here."

"Well, when we talked about coming up this weekend, we planned to go to Club Boy, the main party at the U of D Fieldhouse. Maybe he went there."

Blaine found a place to park and the three started walking. Blaine was in a very dark and protective mood. Too many gay boys around, checking out his Kurt. A pretty blonde boy walked by and blew Kurt a kiss. Blaine growled. Kurt laced his fingers with Blaine's. "Down boy."

The fieldhouse was hot, packed and loud. Gay college boys were dancing and grinding against one another on the dance floor. Many boys had discarded their shirts and a few looked as though they had also discarded their shorts and were only wearing super tight briefs.

As he looked around the packed fieldhouse, Kurt felt hopeless. "This is ridiculous. How are we going to find him?" Mark looked stressed.

Kurt whispered to Blaine. "Is there anything you can do?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Locate him somehow."

"Kurt, that only works with you. I only slept with Tyler. I didn't enslave him." Kurt thought about the way Tyler watched Blaine when he didn't think Kurt was paying attention. He wasn't so sure.

"I know, I know. I guess I just thought that...well...O said the darkness lives next to sex and...you did have sex with him so..."

"That was three years ago and I didn't have the darkness then. At least, it wasn't awake."

"Okay. Fine. It was just a thought."

Mark suggested they split up and look around. The look on Blaine's face said it all. No way was he letting Kurt out of his sight. So, Mark wandered off to look on his own. They would meet back by the bar in 30 minutes.

Blaine gripped Kurt's hand so tightly, Kurt winced. "Blaine, I'm not going anywhere. I promise, I'll stay right with you."

They wandered around in vain. There were just too many people plus, it was dark. 30 minutes later they joined a disappointed Mark at the bar.

Mark sighed. "Kurt's right. This is pointless. We'll never find him in here, assuming he is here. We should just go."

Tyler was swaying back and forth between David and Nathaniel. He hadn't had anything to drink, but his head felt a little fuzzy and he felt even less inhibited than usual. He was aware that his shirt was gone as was David's and Nathaniel's, but he couldn't remember taking it off. He hoped he put it somewhere safe. It was his favorite shirt.

Tyler gave himself over to the intense sexual feelings being created by David and Nathaniel. David was still behind him while Nathaniel was facing him, still massaging. David started whispering in Tyler's ear.

"Tyler, we would love to take you to our place. Nathaniel and I would love to...get to know you better." Tyler gasped as he felt Nathaniel take his dick out of his pants and start stroking it. Weren't they in the middle of a room full of people? David kept talking. "We noticed you the moment you walked in. Nathaniel rarely speaks but, when he saw you, he turned to me and said, now there is a boy who knows how to handle cock. I think he's right, Tyler. I bet you could handle us. Is he right? Can you handle cock?" David started sucking on Tyler's neck while Nathaniel sped up his stroking. Tyler gasped. Holy shit. Was this really happening? David kept whispering. "Can you handle us Tyler? Can you take us both...at the same time?"

Two gorgeous gay men wanted him. Two!

He always said he would try anything sexual once.

Fuck Mark.

Blaine, Kurt and Mark went outside. Kurt was relieved to be out in the fresh night air. He looked at Mark. Mark looked sad and heartbroken. Kurt suddenly felt pissed.

"What on earth were you fighting with Tyler about that would make him avoid you for a week?"

Mark looked uncomfortable. He glanced at Blaine and then quickly looked away.

"It was nothing."

"Obviously it was something for him to stop speaking to you and spend a week in his bedroom crying. You should know better Mark. Tyler acts strong but he is very fragile."

Mark shifted nervously under Kurt and Blaine's stares. He looked at Blaine. Mark's curiosity was starting to get to him. Article or not, he was dying to know the story behind the collar. The journalist in him took over.

"Did you know Phil Williams?"

Blaine was caught off guard. Fuck. Did Tyler say something to him about the fire? The darkness swirled around and started growing hot.

"Of course. He was my father's best friend."

"He died in the fire at your father's building."

"Yeah, that's right." The darkness swirled faster. Where was Mark headed?

"What was his relationship to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." Mark trailed off. How should he phrase this?

"Was he your friend?"

Blaine scoffed. "No. He was definitely not my friend."

Mark looked at Blaine closely. Blaine always looked so...dark and a bit frightening. Could he kill someone? Had they been lovers and it went south so, Blaine killed him?

Blaine stepped closer to Mark and locked his eyes on his.

"Mark, tell me why you are asking about Phil Williams?"

"I found a bondage collar with your name on it in his condo."

Blaine broke the stare and stepped back in surprise. He had assumed his parents had found the collar along with the photos and the porno. He assumed they had thrown everything out.

Mark was blinking and trying to figure out why he had just blurted that out. He looked at Blaine. Well, as long as it was out in the open...

"Were you and Phil lovers?"

Blaine looked disgusted. "No. Phil was a sick twisted bastard who had a thing for me." Blaine stopped. He had to be careful. He couldn't let on that he had known about the collar. That would mean he had been in Phil's condo.

Mark was thinking hard. So, Phil was gay and best friends with a guy who hated gays. He even worked for him. Did Anderson know his best friend liked boys? Did he know Phil had a thing for Blaine? Maybe Anderson figured it out and set the fire in a rage while confronting Phil...

Kurt had been quietly listening and now, everything clicked.

"You were planning to do another article about Blaine, weren't you? That's why you and Tyler were fighting!"

Mark looked guilty. Kurt was furious.

"No wonder Tyler stopped speaking to you! How could you consider such a thing? Do you know how much damage you caused with that first story? And what exactly were you planning to write?"

"I wasn't sure if I was going to do a story or not. I was just starting to do some research."

"I don't blame Tyler for being mad at you. You're an asshole and you don't deserve him."

Mark looked at the ground. No, he didn't deserve Tyler. Tyler was too sweet and loving and playful to be with someone like Mark. Tyler was a big child. A child with an overactive appetite for sex. Mark looked around and suddenly remembered where they were and why.

"Are we gonna keep trying to find him, or what?"

They looked around at all the people. The crowd had swelled.

Kurt sighed. "I don't see how. Let's try calling him again."

No answer.

Mark sighed sadly. "Let's just go. Maybe he changed his mind and never came."

David and Nathaniel's apartment was very nice.

Too nice for two college students.

Tyler looked around. "What are your majors?"

David handed him a drink. "We're grad students."

Tyler looked at the drink. He was thirsty. "What is this?"

"Diet coke."

Tyler took a sip. It tasted fine. He relaxed and took a full drink.

"Are you twins?"

David smiled. "People call us twins but no, we aren't twins. We are best friends. Very close best friends"

"Why doesn't Nathaniel talk?"

"He likes to use his mouth for other things."

David took Tyler's glass and placed it on the table.

A naked Nathaniel walked towards Tyler.

"Why don't you let him show you?"

Kurt, Blaine and Mark drove back to Westerville in silence. When they pulled up to Mark's apartment, he told them to wait. A few minutes later, he came back with a purple box. He handed it to Blaine.

"If you hear from Tyler...tell him I love him."

Tyler slowly opened his eyes.

It took him a moment to realize that the ceiling he was staring at was not his own.

He rolled his head to the right and then to the left. David was naked and asleep on his right, Nathaniel on his left.

Tyler closed his eyes.

What the hell happened last night?

He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter and tried to remember. As memories slowly came to him, he quickly opened his eyes.

Oh, God.

A wave of shame washed over him. He slowly started to slide off the bed. As his ass slid across the sheets, he cried out in pain. He slapped his hand over his mouth and looked at David and Nathaniel,willing them to stay asleep. Once he reached the end of the bed, he slowly tried to stand up. Pain ripped through his body. He sat back down on the bed and then leaned forward, his hands outstretched, until he gently fell to the floor. As he crawled towards the bathroom, he noticed another boy sound asleep on the floor.

What had he done last night?

What had been done to him?

Once in the bathroom, Tyler pulled himself up to standing position and looked in the mirror. He splashed cold water on his face. He had to get out of here.

He slowly made his way around the room, finding his clothes. Once he was dressed, he left.

Tyler stood in front of the apartment building and looked up and down the street. It was early Sunday morning. He had no idea where he was or where his car was. He started walking, very, very slowly. After a few minutes, the pain was too intense. He stopped and sat down gingerly on the steps of a building, tears rolling down his face.

He pulled out his cell phone and looked at all the missed calls. There were 22 from Mark, 10 from Kurt and 4 from Blaine. Who should he call? He wanted to call Mark, but he felt too stupid and ashamed. Kurt was in Lima. That was further away than Westerville. That left Blaine.

"Tyler! Where are you?"

Tyler was sobbing. "Dayton...Blaine...please come get me..."

"I'm on my way. Tell me where you are."

After getting the address, Blaine called Mark.

"Be ready in 15 minutes."

X-X-X-X-X

"There he is! There he is! Pull over!" Mark almost jumped out of the car before Blaine came to a complete stop.

Tyler was lying on the concrete step, his arms wrapped around himself, crying.

"Tyler!"

Tyler looked up in shock. "Mark?"

"Oh, Tyler!" Mark gently wrapped his arms around Tyler and held him to his chest. Tyler started crying harder. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Tyler...it's okay. It's okay sweetheart. It's okay."

Mark helped Tyler into the car. They drove around until they found Tyler's car. Once Tyler was settled in the back, Mark turned to Blaine.

"Thank you. You're a good friend."

"Tyler and I have...history. We've known each other a long time."

Mark ran his hands through his red hair. "Yeah, I know. Look, I'm not going to do to the article. You know, about you and Phil and...what I found. My editor is going to be pissed, but that's okay."

Blaine thought for a moment. "I might be able to help you. I'll stop by your place later."

X-X-X-X-X

Mark took Tyler home to his apartment. He gave him a bath and put him into bed. Mark wrapped his arms around him and tried not to wonder what Tyler might have done last night and with whom. Had he or whoever he was with used a condom? Mark shuddered.

His cell phone rang. Blaine.

"Come downstairs for a minute. I have something for you."

Blaine was back in his own car. He opened his trunk, took out a box and handed it to Mark.

"You might get a story out of this."

Tyler spent the next three days, curled up in Mark's bed. He told his parents he was spending the week with a friend's family at their cabin in Kentucky. He hadn't left the apartment, except for a trip to the health clinic for an AIDS test. He had been terrified, but Mark had insisted. After all, Tyler couldn't fully remember what had happened to him. He was sure he had been fucked by both David and Nathaniel, at the same time. But he couldn't remember anything about the other boy he'd seen sleeping on the floor. He also couldn't remember if anyone had used a condom.

For three days, Mark held Tyler close and kissed away his tears. While he slept, Mark dug through the box of papers Blaine had given him. The box contained confidential voting reports for all the districts in Central Ohio. Senator Anderson's districts. It was illegal for the campaign to have these files. Hell, no one should have these files except for the Board of Elections. There was also a folder with a list of the Board of Election directors for each county and dollar amounts by each name.

Bribes?

On Wednesday, Tyler was ready to talk.

"I'm sorry Mark. I'm sorry I ignored you all last week."

"It's okay Tyler. I deserved it. I never should have said what I said."

Tyler looked down at the sheets, his eyes full of tears. "But it's true. I am a whore. Look at what I did this weekend."

Mark reached over and wiped away the tears rolling down Tyler's cheeks. "Tyler, you're not a whore. You're just…confused."

"I'm a confused whore."

"No, you're not. You're…" Mark trailed off. What was he doing? He couldn't do this. Tyler was only 18. He had another year of high school. Mark didn't plan to stay in Westerville much longer. Once the election was over, he planned to head to D.C. He couldn't have a boyfriend here, and certainly not one so young.

But...

He loved Tyler's pretty green eyes. He loved that he was a tall, overgrown child who giggled like a six year old when reading children's poetry. He loved that Tyler was very smart and well-read, but no one realized this but Mark. He loved that Tyler watched all the Sunday morning news shows with him, and actually paid attention. He loved the delicious sounds Tyler made when Mark fucked him hard. He loved the way Tyler smiled sexily at him before sucking his dick. Mark loved Tyler.

"You're my boyfriend and I love you."

Tyler's eyes widened. "W-what?"

"You are my boyfriend. And, I love you. I love you so much Tyler and I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner. I-I was scared. I don't plan to stay here and…I didn't want to make a commitment, knowing I'm hoping to leave but…I love you. I love you and there's nothing I can do about it."

Tyler stared into Mark's eyes, tears rolling down his face. "Are…are you sure you want me?"

Mark pulled Tyler to him, wrapping him tightly in his arms.

"Yes, Tyler. I'm sure. I'm sure I want you. I want you and I love you."

Tyler squeezed his eyes shut and held on to Mark.

Finally, someone loved him.