Wow, betcha guys didn’t see this coming. But this story is still kicking! In fact, if I could just skip straight to the end, it would already be finished, but there are those pesky middle parts to worry about… also I realized that at some point I started spelling Wynn’s name with an E. I fixed it back.

“But he has nothing on at all,” said a little child at last.

For two weeks now, Wynn and Brennan had been having sex. Always at Brennan’s house, and always Brennan penetrating Wynn. Never the other way around. The one time Wynn had tentatively suggested it, Brennan had given him a quelling look and stiffly suggested that Wynn not only not sleep in the bed with him, but that he go home for the night. Wynn never brought it up again.

He hated Brennan’s house, though he knew better than to tell him that. He hated Reeves, who always made some sort of remark about how Wynn was a slut or a whore or something, (though once he had called Wynn “the other one,” which confused Wynn to no end, and that Brennan refused to puzzle over before removing Wynn’s clothing).

Plus it felt sometimes as he was making his way to the bathroom that someone was watching him, even though Brennan promised him that his parents weren’t home and that his father wasn’t home and that he was an only child. Apparently Brennan’s mother had died when he was just a child, another thing he refused to speak of.

Wynn was still madly in love with Brennan, though he was starting to get annoyed at Brennan’s selfishness as a lover. He always thought that people in love were supposed to make love slowly, passionately, not quickly and efficiently like Brennan seemed to like. The only time he had dared to bring it up, Brennan had laughed and told him not to be such a fucking girl.

He decided that was a sign that he definitely shouldn’t bring up his concerns about the fact that Brennan hadn’t yet officially asked Wynn out to the Snow Ball, their school’s winter dance. He assumed that they were going, and had bought a suit in preparation, but was hoping the other would ask him officially.

Two days before the Snow Ball, Wynn was loitering at his locker, hoping to catch sight of Brennan, when someone knocked on his shoulder. He turned around, smiling in preparation of seeing Brennan, only to catch sight of violently purple bangs. The bangs were attached to shaggy brown hair, which were attached to body with a black silk top that looked like it had been attacked by rogue werewolves over a purple tank and ripped blue jeans with Doc Martens.

“Oberon.” He said flatly. He hadn’t spoken to Oberon since he had tried to warn Wynn away from Brennan. He’d even come to the bookstore where Wynn worked a few times, but Wynn had always refused to serve him. “Come to badmouth my boyfriend again?”

“No… though I still think the same thing about him.” Wynn had snorted and started to turn away before Oberon grabbed his hand, sending a strange shock through him. Huh, must be static electricity. “That’s not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted…. I wanted to ask you to the Snow Ball.” Wynn blinked. Blinked again.

“Oberon, why on earth would I do that?” Oberon shuffled his feet, shoving his hair away from his face.

“I… you…your eyes are so sad. I… Things shouldn’t be so sad, in high school. There’s the rest of your life to be that sad. I know you think I’m a weirdo freak and. and I probably am, but I think if we went to the dance, I could make you happy.” Wynn smiled softly, touched despite himself.

“Oberon, that’s sweet and all, but-“

“But he’s going with me. Aren’t you, babe?” Wynn stiffened, the smile freezing on his face. He turned to face Brennan, who was glaring coolly at Oberon.

“Of… of course I am. You mean it?” Brennan smiled, slinging a possessive arm around Wynn’s waist, though his eyes never left Oberon.

“Sure I mean it, babe. You love me, right?”

“Absolutely!” he affirmed earnestly. He heard Oberon make a disgusted snort.

“Maybe you two deserve each other.” He growled, stalking away. Brennan laughed.

“Aren’t you lucky, babe, that you deserve me?” Wynn nodded a bit absently, and Brennan’s grip tightened. “You hear me babe?”

“Huh? Yeah… I mean, yes, yes I’m lucky.” The grip loosened.

“O’course you are. Now, I’ll pick you up at eight to take you to the dance, alright?”

Wynn nodded again. “That sounds great, Brennan.” Brennan gave him a possessive kiss, thrusting his tongue into the other’s mouth and exploring it thoroughly. Wynn made a soft sound in his throat, though if it was of pleasure or discomfort even he couldn’t be sure. Finally Brennan withdrew, giving Wynn a smile as he headed to class.

Brennan was right on time. Reed had gone to the dance hours early to help set up, and Wynn couldn’t help but feel glad that Brennan would only get to see him in his white and silver suit, without the distraction of Reed’s skintight red lamé suit. He’d always thought the word was “lame,” and made fun of Reed when he got it, before Reed archly informed him it was pronounced “Lah-may,” and declared him the most hopeless gay man in the universe. That he may be, but then he was the one with Brennan, now wasn’t he?

Brennan took his mouth in a devouring kiss, smiling and telling him how delectable he looked. It seemed as if Brennan had his way, he would fuck Wynn right there before they even got to the dance. Wynn wouldn’t completely mind that, but it wasn’t exactly what he wanted, either.

“Come on, Brennan… you’re so handsome, it’ll be a waste if only I get to see it.” Brennan smiled at him, white teeth flashing.

“You’re right, babe. Completely right. Let’s go to the dance.” He led him to the limousine.

His dedication to go to the dance didn’t seem to keep him from wanting Wynn to blow him in the back of the limo however. Wynn felt uncomfortable with that, but Brennan started whining about how the other didn’t love him or want him or really think that he looked good. Wynn hated to think that he was doing this just to shut Brennan up, like the cheapest sort of whore, but that seemed to be exactly what he was doing. Brennan seemed appreciative of his loss of dignity, and wrapped his hands in Wynn’s hair as he groaned.

Wynn hated to admit it, but Reed had done well with the school gym. The walls were draped with white gauzy fabric, with rhinestones dotting it to simulate sparkling snowflakes. There were mirrored balls covered in glitter, and soft white and blue lights trailing across the floor.

“It’s beautiful…” Wynn breathed. Brennan shrugged.

“It’s alright. I’m gonna go and get some punch.” He let go of Wynn’s arm and went off to the refreshments. Wynn followed him with a gaze, sighing. He had wanted to dance. He went and loitered with Brennan, sighing again when all of Brennan’s jock friends started circling around. He put up with the sports talk in good humor for a while, before finally deciding to resort to begging.

“Brennan, can we dance? Please?” he looked up at him imploringly. Brennan smiled a bit exasperatedly.

“Sure baby. A couple dances couldn’t hurt, I guess.” He led Wynn out to the dance floor, holding the smaller boy possessively as they danced. Wynn could have gone without the hands on his ass, but didn’t want to complain. He laid his head on Brennan’s shoulder, closing his eyes with a happy sigh. This was perfect…

The night went by in a blur for Wynn, dances, talking to Brennan’s friends, punch, more dancing. He didn’t want the night to ever end. He thought he caught the tinkling of beads that might have been Oberon’s dredlocks, but it was gone in an instant. Finally though the night was drawing to a close, and it was time to announce the Snow King and Queen.

Wynn thought of it as a silly tradition, but was happy enough in general that he looked to the stage with an eager grin. He was a bit surprised when instead of the class president or the principal, the usual people who handed out awards, his own brother stepped onto the stage. He gave a cheerful little wave as his friends cheered him to the microphone.

“Hey everyone. Boy, do you make a girl feel special.” He fanned himself to some catcalls. “Now, I know that you’re all very excited to find out who the King and Queen are, but before we do that, I have a little surprise for you!” he trilled. “This is a lovely home video, lovingly prepared by moi.”

He pointed at the descending screen, pulling a remote out of his pocket. “Now, this isn’t children or administration friendly, but luckily a couple of my friends have kindly agreed to set a fire on the football field, so all of those pesky authority figures are dealing with that. That being said, enjoy!”

He pushed a button, and the projector started. At first there was just blackness, and then something coming into focus. Then it was a moving something, and some murmured words. Wynn squinted, wondering what could possibly be showing, when suddenly the speakers boomed,

“Please, Brennan, please! I love you! God, I love you!” Wynn’s blood went cold. Oh lord. No. No. No. Reed couldn’t be that cruel. Brennan couldn’t be that cruel. Maybe Brennan didn’t know… maybe Reed set it up on his own. People were starting to laugh, craning their heads around to try and catch sight of Wynn. Wynn started shaking when he heard the words,

“Not here, that’s silk.” God, had he honestly been okay with that? He saw his own nude body wander off screen, walking stiffly as people shouted “Shake it baby!” he realized absently that he was crying. But it was still okay, Brennan still didn’t know anything, it was still an accident. He turned to face Brennan, just as he heard on screen,

“God, what a stupid slut.” Whatever was left of his blood and his heart broke into pieces. No, not this… anything but this. Brennan smiled cruelly at him as his screen self said, “Hope you all enjoyed the show. You’re a cold bitch Reed, but you give great head.”

An absent part of him realized that Reed didn’t know that was part of the film, as he started blushing as red of his hair, but the last thing he cared about in the world was his twin brother’s anguish.

“B…Brennan… how could you…. I loved you… I love you… how could you treat me that way? How could you embarrass me this way?” Brennan shrugged elegantly.

“It’s nothing personal, baby. Your brother had a good offer. You were a passable lay. A bit clingy, but that doesn’t ruin things. This movie thing was his idea. So maybe I wasn’t totally honest, but I never said I loved you back, now did I? Don’t get so fucking emotional, you’ll get over it. This whole movie thing will disappear.” He smirked a bit. “You’re always welcome to come to me for a pity fuck.”

Trembling wracked Wynn’s body, and for the first time in his life, he was happy to see red. He pulled his arm back and punched Brennan in the face. Brennan’s nose crumpled like tissue paper, and he let out a howl of agony.

“You bitch!” he screamed wetly. “You bitch, you broke by nobe!” Wynn kicked him in the groin.

“I loved you, you fucker!” he shrieked, running out of the gym, pushing past all of his jeering classmates. The last person in the gym was Oberon, wearing a ridiculously normal black tux.

“I’m sorry, Wynn.” He murmured, looking heartbroken for him. “I tried to warn you.”

“Fuck you, Oberon.” He replied dully, pushing his way past the odd boy and into the night.

Author’s Note number 2: I just wanted to clear up a few things from the last chapter of Band. The last chapter was not, I repeat, NOT, a continuation of Drazuki’s My Toaster Thinks I’m Crazy. The character of Yasu is Draz’s Benvolio, however, he should be considered an Alternate Universe version of Benvolio. Nothing that happens in this story is in the canon and continuity of Draz’s story. This version of Ben is the result of an RP that Draz and I had, in which Ben was in a mental institution. I just yoinked him and put him in Japan for my own amusement, with Draz’s permission. Hope that cleared things up!

Drazuki’s Note: Nope, but that RP did influence a lot of the plot. Soooooo stay tuned and check Ben’s twitter! o3o

Author’s Note number 3: Also, if you guys are all really really nice to me, I’ll update Band within the week! I think you all know what I mean. ^_~