A/N: Hey! Well, this is it! The beginning of my sequel to "You Broke It."

Say welcome back toIan and Vince!! ENJOY!

Prologue

Finally….

There was a tiny space between an oak bedroom door; miniscule in size, that let a stream of pale yellow wavering light poor into the blackness of the room.

Ian lay quiet, his wandering eyes trying to make out any resemblance of various shapes within the dark. The warm, thin object within his arms, wrapped tightly in a grasp, stirred slightly, and Ian looked down, only seeing that tiny ray of light illuminating a portion of the objects well-defined features.

The boy looked aged now; a year slowly passing on into memory had gone by with nights similar to these. His blond hair cascaded down his forehead, entangling itself within the boys’ fingers as he twirled them with delight. His blue irises were shadowed by the darkness of the unlit room, and Ian chuckled under his breath.

Finally this boy is mine…

“You look so innocent,” he whispered, running his hand through soft blond strands on Vince’s head.

“You know me better than that…”

No noise came; only the hum of air-conditioning and on occasion a car speeding past down the hot street.

Summer had come quickly as it had left; only a year earlier the death of a girl caused so much hurt, yet so much realization between the two boys.

They each remembered it that night.

Finally my thirst for his love has been quenched….

“It has been a year, Ian,” Vince spoke up, turning on his back and releasing his elongated body from Ian’s loving grip.

“I know, Vince. Look where we’ve come from…how far we have made it,” He replied, smiling.

The darkness was suddenly deepened as a silence fell upon the room. The tiny light wavered out, and a deep blackness wrapped them in a blanket.

Ian took his hand and gently traced the abdominal muscles on Vince’s rising and falling stomach; each in sync with his heavy breathing.

Chills, although the room was rather warm, ran through Vince in a spark, and a deep passion welled inside of him. Ian watched as Vince leaned in closely and collided his full, pink lips with his own.

Finally my passions are desired…

Two tongues searched for one another, the heat intense and the longing unrequited, and hands groped and grasped and felt and sensed each part of each others bodies.

They released from the electrifying kiss, and curled up within one another, again to feel the radiating warmth, and the closeness of each other.

The feeling of skin on skin gave both the agreement they longed for within dreams.

“I love you, Vince,” Ian spoke quietly, kissing Vince’s stubbly cheek.

“I love you, too,” Vince responded.

Silence came upon the room once again.

This time, it was welcome.