Damaged Goods

***Tony's P.O.V.***

After making sure that Michael was safely in his cab, I locked the front door and made my way back to the guest room. When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was my suitcase on the bed, wide open. That's not where I left it, and that irritated me because I usually left it in the corner. I walked over to it and found that there were no clothes in it. I immediately opened the drawer and saw that they were in there, and they were out of order. I had everything specifically color coded. This is what pissed me off. I hated when someone came in and touched my stuff without me knowing. And I thought I knew exactly who did it.

"Michael!" I yelled. "Mike, get down here." I called for him.

I heard him trudging down the stairs within a matter of seconds.

"What?" He said, leaning against the door frame.

His eyes were red, he's either high or he's been crying.

"Why the fuck did you unpack my stuff?" I hissed.

"I didn't want you to leave." He answered dryly.

"You know how I feel about my stuff being touched, and you know that I keep all of my clothes in a specific order." I said.

I was getting irritated just looking at them in random order like that. He just looked over to the clothes and shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm going to need you to stop with the nonchalant attitude." I yelled. "You acting like you don't care about anything ever is really pissing me off."

"You know what?" He said, coming over to where I was standing and picking up a shirt. "Fuck you and fuck your clothes." He said, throwing the shirt in my face.

That's when I nearly lost it. I took a deep breath before answering.

"You know I have anger issues, yet you continue to push my buttons on purpose." I sighed.

"You wanna talk about someone pushing your buttons? Really?!" He yelled. "Because you pushed all of mine when you made out with that guy right in front of my face tonight!"

"I didn't plan on that. It just happened." I defended.

"And his name was Michael, really Tony?!" He said with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"You told me to leave. You basically dumped me." I answered.

"No. I never said we were over, don't use that excuse."

"I can't read your mind Mike. I don't know what you mean when you give me these vague statements. When you told me to leave I thought we were over."

"Do you really think I wanted you to leave? Honestly Tone." He said sternly

"I don't know! You're so nonchalant and you don't care about anything. So you probably don't care about me." I countered.

"Yeah, I don't care about you, that's why I totally spent the last hour crying over you." He said sarcastically. "You know I don't cry. Ever."

That was true.

"You need to figure out what you want." I said quietly. "Because I don't wanna waste my time if this isn't something serious."

"Why do you keep saying that? Is it because I won't come out?" He yelled, clearly frustrated.

"No, it's because I know how you are and I'm scared that I'm gonna invest all of this time and effort into this relationship when it's just a phase."

"I'm pretty sure this isn't a phase." He answered. "I like you. A lot." He mumbled. "Even though you're a little bit of a dick." He added on.

I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. There was a tense silence between us.

"Come here." I said quietly.

He sighed and shuffled over to me. I ran my fingers through his hair and brought his lips to mine. Even though the other Michael was nice, he didn't compare to this one. When I was with my Mikey I just felt like everything was right. I could feel Mike smile into the kiss and I couldn't help but do the same.

"I'm still mad at you." Mike smirked.

I chuckled into the kiss and moved my hands down to his hips. We migrated over to the bed and we flopped down on it with a thud. Mike ran his hand through my hair and tugged at it roughly. I bit at his bottom lip before pulling away and working my way down his neck. I could tell that he was trying to keep his moans quiet due to the fact that we weren't alone in the house.

"I swear to god." He said on between moans. "If you ever bring another guy to this house I'm gonna fucking fight you." He said, tugging my hair playfully but kinda seriously. "You got it?"

"Yes sir." I joked. "Now lets reorganize my clothes and then we can get back to this."

-

***Mike's P.O.V.***

Tony and I had sex. Who knew it just took me being mad at him to actually get over the fear of going all of the way. I can honestly say that I've never had that much pleasure before and I've totally been missing out. Tony was really hesitant about it because he didn't want me to feel like he was pressuring me, but I assured him that I wanted it and it was fantastic. He was sweet and gentle at first, until I let him know that he could be a little rough.

I rolled over in bed and was face to face with Tony. Whose eyes were fluttering open, signaling that he was just now waking up.

"Good morning." He yawned. "How do you feel?"

"My ass hurts." I chuckled lowly.

"Sorry." He blushed.

"Don't be, it was totally worth it." I smirked. "You're really good in bed." I winked.

Tony chuckled and blushed a little. "Thanks, so are you. Definately the best person I've ever had."

"Same." I smiled.

"So you don't regret it?" He asked, biting his lip slightly.

"How could I? It was amazing." I blushed.

After getting over the initial pain, it began to feel amazing and I literally begged for him to keep going. I wasn't the type of person to be submissive in bed, but his dick did something to me.

"So, are you still leaving this morning?" I asked casually.

He looked over to the clock on the nightstand and rolled back over.

"Nah. I'll stay a couple more days, maybe a couple more weeks. I missed my plane anyways."

-

***Vic's P.O.V.***

They were forcing Kelln into the cop car and he was screaming bloody murder. I was literally begging the cops to let him go. I know it wouldn't do much, but I knew that Kellin couldn't handle what was coming his way.

"Vic!" He shrieked as one of the cops forced him closer to the car.

"He's only 16, please stop this." I pleaded.

They paid me no attention and proceeded to open the car door. They pushed down on the top of his head in an attempt to get him in the car, instead they ended up bumping his head against the car. He immediately yelped out in pain.

"Hey!" I yelled, enraged at what I was witnessing. "You're fucking hurting him!"

"Vic!" He sobbed loudly as the cop closed the door as the other one started the car.

The other one went to the other side of the car and got in. I ran to the window where Kellin was sitting in the backseat having a panic attack. He was screaming my name at the top of his lungs and and could literally feel my heart breaking.

"Baby, don't cry, they're just gonna take you in for questioning okay?" I said, trying to soothe him.

It didn't work at all because he continued to sob. The look in his eyes was horrible, he was shaking tremendously and it scared me. The cop started backing out of the driveway and I stumbled to keep up with the car.

"I'm gonna come get you okay?" I told Kellin hurriedly. "I'm gonna get in the car right now and follow you to the police station." I promised. "I love you."