Book 1. Finding A Way.

A wounded soul

A/N: I know there was a language barrier between Freddie and Winnie but I didn't include that in the story.

May 6, Munich late in the night.

-Freddie raise your legs.

No responce from the singer, he was naked in a bed with his arms outstreched waiting for this German to shoot his load. And yet his eyes were empty no desire emaned from his body. The other then tried to grabs his ankles to put him in the desired position but Freddie resisted.

-Don't do that Winnie, he whispered coldly.

-I want you mein schöner Hengst, replied the German putting his left foot on his shoulder. I would go all the way.

-I said no, let go of me now!

The singer kicked him weakly in his torso and Winnie released him, he sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh.

-What is happening to you right now?

-I'm not in the mood...I don't feel good, added Freddie faintly rubbing his eyes.

-Oh please it's been almost one month since you come back to me and yet you still seem sad, said Winnie with an exhaused tone. What's the matter?

The rockstar shrugged, he felt dizzy and really didn't want to answer. The main reason of his discomfort was the fact that satisfying his companion's urges had become intolerable to him; but it was mostly the memorie of Jim that haunted him. He hadn't called him back since this so-called fight of the last time and despite the euphoria of the concerts, he felt very lonely. He didn't even know how crazy he was to go back to his ex-lover's arms and how it would have eased his pain.

-I made a big bullshit when I came back to you, said Freddie shaking his head. It's been to long since I have no more attraction to you.

-Don't gave me a long speech, Winnie cut him off grinning. You met someone didn't you?

-We can't hide anything to you, sighed the rockstar clenching his fists.

The German didn't let this little setback disturb him, for him his boyfriend must have a stoke of weakness and it was not going to last long.

-And who is the lucky one, he asked on a quipping tone.

-An Irishman named Jim.

-Do you love him?

Freddie bit his lips then nodded.

-And is this guy also in love with you?

-I...I, he didn't kown what to answer, it was a terrible question when you hardly knew someone. And what's more who rejected you. I don't know, he finally let go.

-Did you kiss? Have you made love, insisted Winnie.

-Please dear do not provoke me...!

The German crawled up to him and wrapped his arms around his chest. Freddie didn't react, Winnie's breath in his neck no longer excited him but rather annoyed him.

-It's not a provocation of my level, he said biting him.

-Winnie don't bit my ear, hissed the singer between his teeth.

-Oh come on!

The imposing man put him back on the bed and covered him with his whole body to keep him still then began to nibble his neck.

-Winnie st...argh! But you crush my belly, whined Freddie.

Freddie barely struggled and a feeling of helpless overwhelmed him, he couldn't bear to be submitted like that like a vulgar prey and his only defense was his nails which he used to plow his ex-lover's back.