Connecting Threads.

"Do you not love us anymore?"

(note I know nothing of the center noted, or Victoria secret, on anything about Boston really. All this were just research I did to include In this chapter.)

The gentleman did voice his interests that night following some passionate intimacy he shared with Xander. The other males where as excited as Xander was and during that week everything seemed to fall into place. Xavier and Aaron had practically moved into the apartment. Xavier did try convincing them to move into his mansion but the men said it didn't feel homely and maybe they were right. He could feel the warmth all the time in that apartment.

Following next week. Things went downhill and not for everyone in the group but Ian and Aaron. Xander and Xavier barely stayed at home. The men where always out and about on their own devices. They came back home late, left at morn's early light. Together. The men didn't complain about it much, they had expected such behavior because it was like this before they even got together.

But the following week prior. They didn't come back home for a whole week. Worse they couldn't contact them either. Ian and Aaron had to dig for their men's whereabouts because they were plagued by doubts. They only found out later that Xavier and Xander had left the city of Boston. Without letting the other males know, Ian's wrath was kindled. Yet Aaron kept his composure.

Xander and Xavier where oblivious to the fallout brewing. The men were always together through out two whole weeks, didn't bother to call and check up on the others, never went home either and if they had to be rather honest, they thought the men would be fine because they had each other. It was rather selfish of them, that they knew. But they both thought with their dicks which they shoved into each other day to day.

The next week the man's resolve broke. They went home that night. It was late, they held hands, talked about their trip. How Aaron and Ian would have loved to go with them. Yes, a voice had nagged and they chose to heed not. Such indecent acts for people in a polygamy relationship. Coming home to men sleeping oddly on the couch while they shivered wasn't on the men's lists. But they did and the guilt that tainted their very souls was beyond aggravating.

It crushed the happiness that had exuded from their very faces and flesh. Killed the butterflies filling their stomachs, recruited ants that consumed them up from within. That nagging voice was back, harder than the last and beyond annoying. But truth is, it wasn't wrong. They were assholes.

Xander woke Ian and Xavier woke Aaron. He didn't bother smiling to the males that stretched out of their uncomfortable slumber. No cause for merriment existed. The man got comfortable too, further from the other two who gave them death glares. But above all that anger Xander could feel the hurt and pain coming from the males.

"Threw whole weeks, three fucking weeks." Aaron said dryly. The anger that dripped from his voice was almost tangible. Had the men shivering in their seats. "I'm counting the first week, because you left on a Friday and thus your schedule began. Which me and Ian weren't included in." Aaron expressed pointing a finger between him and Ian.

"Then. We waited all night, for a week but you guys never came home. The food ran cold for another week. We got worried and got around to asking people if they had seen you two. You know it's serious when your secretary is stressed out that you never clocked in." Aaron let out a laugh. It wasn't the amusement type. They could feel it.

"Then we find out, no. You guys weren't even in Boston city that week. Off, to god knows where." Aaron almost screamed the last part. Calming himself when he felt Ian flinch from his very voice.

"We-" Xander began.

"I don't care. You could have let us know. We wouldn't have wanted to tag along. You guys seem much better without us. We should probably break up no? You with Xander and I with Ian." Aaron uttered his voice cracking. He didn't want such but he was so enraged his heart hurt. The silence in the room was louder. Only thing one could here was how the breathing of the other males had gone ragged. Ian was yet to say anything. This wasn't what Xander promised. Wasn't what any of the males promised. But here they were playing interrogation.