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Luke sat in the corner of the room, staring as G smashed things, shouting at Michael.

"Can't you do anything right?" He yelled, throwing a glass at the wall and causing it to shatter, Michael sat on the bed, hiding his face and rocking back and forth. "We're in deep shit because you couldn't even tie a knot correctly. God, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Michael stifled a sob.

"Y-you should just get rid of me," he said, looking up. "I'm sorry. Get rid of me. So I can't mess up anymore." He pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them as he continued rocking back and forth. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he sobbed, hiding his face again. G sighed and sat next to the younger boy. He was so vulnerable. G pulled him into a hug, trying to apologize for lashing out as Luke just stared at them. G was very protective over Michael, ever since they were children. Mike was a very strange child, and none of their forster parents understood. He had autism. G was the only person who helped him through things. He took care of him, taught him how to live. He basically raised the boy.

"Hey. Mike. Mikey, listen to me," he said, making the younger boy look at him. I'm going to go out and throw the cops off of our trail. You stay here and watch after Luke. Okay?" He smiled and nod his head. "Alright, good. Okay. I'll be back in the morning, buddy. I promise." He glared at Luke before walking out of the abandoned home. Michael stood up and walked over to Luke, sitting infront of him on the floor. The blond boy was trying not to break down.

"You're okay baby boy," he whispered. "You and I are going to stay together forever..." Luke stifled a sob.

"I want to go home," he whispered. "I want my family. I miss my mums... my brothers and my sister. I miss my family." Michael's smile faded away and he sighed, looking down at the ring on Luke's finger. His boyfriend's ring.

"I-I can be your family..." he whispered. "I love you. I never want to leave you..." Luke looked up at him, and was surprised. He actually looked... sane for once. And then he knew what he had to do to get away. He sat up and suddenly connected their lips. He had to make Michael believe he loved him back...

Michael took control and grabbed Luke by the waist, pulling him onto his lap and deepening the kiss.

"God, I want you," he mumbled against the boy's lips. Luke pulled off his plaid shirt, leaving only his boxers.

"I'm yours," he whispered. Michael stood up and pulled him up with him, pushing him down on the bed and beginning to pull off his own clothes. Once he was down to his boxers, he straddled Luke on the bed, kissing him once again. Luke felt wrong. He had only ever had sex with Calum before... and he thought that Calum was dead.

The rest of the night was filled with dark mysteries.