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Halloween rolled around faster than he could've imagined and soon enough, every corner was inhabited by children dressed up for trick and treat; their joyful giggles echoing throughout the neighbourhoods. The city was adorned with ghastly decorations and the chilly breeze of late October added to the gloomy atmosphere, marking the beginning of winter.

He was standing at the balcony, gazing at the dark and light patches of grey balls of fluff, as they gathered together to hold a funeral for his dead friendship (if it was that in the first place) with Ryan Beaumont. The weather was overcast today and represented his mood with utmost accuracy; dreary and miserable.

Letting out a loud puff of air, he set his empty mug aside and walked back into his room. A Halloween party is being held at his University tonight. Normally, he would be excited to dress up and have fun but after his last conversation with Ryan, he wasn't sure if he wanted to risk another unreasonable clash.

"Andy!" A loud voice rang out from behind the door and shortly after, his bestfriend burst into the room without even bothering to knock. Tch.

"Brook, Don't you have any decency to knock?" Andy hissed irritatedly as he watched the other blond flop onto his mattress comfortably - as If this is his room and Andy is the intruder.

"What do you mean? We're bestfriends. There are no such formalities." Brooklyn shrugged him off.

He rolled his eyes, choosing to remain silent and waited for an explanation to this abrupt break-in. When the green eyed lad didn't speak, Andy's eyes' twitched in annoyance.

"What do you want?!" He barked at his bestfriend.

"Chill, man! Get that stick out of your ass."

"Brook." Andy spoke warningly.

"Andy, Why are you in such a foul mood?" Brook asked worriedly as he straightened up to observe his friend carefully.

"Nothing. Why are you here?" Came the curt reply.

"To help you dress up for the Halloween party--"

"I'm not going." Andy cut him off, peering off into the greying sky, as to avoid his bestfriend's suspicious gaze.

"And Why is that?" His voice was tentative but underlined with a concerned sharpness, "We have been attending Halloween parties together since we were sixteen, Andy. It's our most awaited occasion of the year."

"Nothing lasts forever." Andy's voice softened as his face lowered to stare at the chipped nail polish on his bare feet; the flashes of his last conversation with Rye coming back in bits and pieces and leaving a throbbing ache in his heart.

"Fovvs?" Brooklyn was beside him now and only when he touched the shorter blonde, did Andy realise that he had been shaking, albeit subtly, "Is everything okay?"

A mere sentence; that was all it took to break down his temporary walls.

Sometimes, you don't need a barrage of encouraging words or an invigorating speech to withstand the incoming storm. Sometimes, all you need is the comfort of a shoulder to cry on and the solace of soft fingers running through your hair, silently assuring you that you are not alone.

And that's how Andy spent the rest of his afternoon; pouring his heart out to his bestfriend, who listened contentedly, with nothing to offer but a reassuring smile and a few ridiculous jokes.

And that was more than enough for Andy.

~

"How about that white and black one? The one we bought a few months ago?" Brooklyn suggested, "I bet you would look BOMB in it."

"I don't know, Brook..." Andy trailed off uncertainly. A few hours ago, he had been sobbing like an overly emotional pmsing woman, wallowing in self pity because of some random bodyguard and now here he stands, in front of his own closet, as he watched his bestfriend rummaging through his clothes as if there is a treasure chest hidden somewhere beneath them.

"C'mon Andy! Don't be such a killjoy." The green eyed Wyatt reprimanded, mimicking a motherly pose with hands rested on his hips and a strict glare adorning his boyish face. "What happened to the Andy I know? The same Andy who gave ZERO fucks about what anyone thinks."

"Brook, I--"

"All this for that pretty faced jerk with a stone cold heart? Andy, you're better than that. Please, don't lose your shine because someone else chose to ignore your sparkle."

You're better than that.

That sentence echoed throughout his brain, hitting every dark corner with It's optimistic light; just like the sun would softly peek through the darkness of greying clouds. Andy had spent his whole life gathering the pieces of hate thrown at him and building a state of self love from them. He was what they called; Confident.

Why has he stopped now?

"Don't lose your shine because someone else chose to ignore your sparkle."

Ryan should not have the authority to lower his self esteem. No one should.

And so, with a confident huff, he grabbed a random cloth from the ground and smirked at his bestfriend.

"C'mon, Let's not waste anymore time."

~

Rye was lounging in the living room when he heard two pairs of hurried footsteps coming down the stairs. He didn't bother to look as he was aware of Brooklyn's surprise visit this morning. He was already torn between the unconscious longing of his heart and the deliberate decisiveness of his mind. He wasn't about to interfere in matters where he wasn't concerned.

But apparently, Fate had another plan stored in for him.

"Ryan!" It was a voice he has come to know by heart but the tone seemed almost foreign. That was maybe not the most surprising part, because as he turned around, his breath hitched.

There he stood; in all his glory, wearing ripped black shorts which barely covered his nether regions and upper thighs, leaving his slender legs bare to the eye. His upper half was covered with a white blouse which slighty revealed his stomach. His small feet were tucked in a pair of white lace converse. A smoothly drawn eyeliner decorated his beautiful blue eyes; almost as if the darkness of night was engulfing the clear blue ocean. His lips were tinted with a red gloss; looking like raw cherries, and a small part of Ryan started to wonder if they tasted like cherries too.

It was a lot to take in at one moment but there was something else which had him glued to the spot. The final flourish of the outfit were the wings which spread out behind the blonde beauty; one white and one black. It was a sight to behold.

Andy Fowler looked heavenly sinful.

Just like an angel fallen into the pits of hell.

"If you are done staring then shall we leave?" Andy's smooth voice interrupted his thoughts.

"I was not--"

"Staring is rude. Denying it is even more rude." The blonde cut him off with a sharp tone, "I'm letting it slide this time, but only because we're getting late. Let's go."

"What do you mean "let's go"? I wasn't even informed--" Rye started, only to be cut off again.

"I'm not obliged to share details of my plans with my bodyguard. Your job is to ensure my safety. If you have any problems with it, You can quit anytime. Now walk!" There was a strange fierceness in his voice; cold yet willing to burn anything which came It's way. Not wanting to spark this fire more, Rye swallowed his anger and did as he was told.

~

The party was in full swing when the trio arrived. Rye immediately winced as the lights flashed wildly above him, almost blinding him for a moment. He swarmed through the sweaty bodies of university students, trying to keep up with Andy's pace. The boy sure looked energetic tonight.

'Just like the first time I met him.' Rye thought as he settled on a bar stool, 'Sassy. Stubborn. Energetic. Just like the first time.'

"Sir, Would you like anything?" The bartender questioned. Rye was about to decline when someone else beat him to it.

"Two Margarita Cocktails for us, please." Robertson grinned as he slid into the stool beside Rye.

"What are you doing here?" Rye asked monotonously. 'Sonny' shrugged, the grin never leaving his face.

"It's Halloween. I decided to take a break."

"Don't talk shit with me. Why are you here?"

Sonny sighed, mumbling something incoherent before turning to face the Beaumont.

"Harvey is here to collect information from Fowler. I thought I could get acquainted with our little target boy while keeping an eye on Cantwell."

Rye wasn't sure If It was the agent reflexes in him or the unbidden jealousy of his heart but he detected a strange mirth in Robertson's voice. And he didn't like it at all.

"Won't you say anything?" Sonny asked after thanking the bartender for drinks.

"What do you want me to say?" Rye leveled him with a glare of his own which only resulted in an intensified grin from the other agent.

"Nothing special. Although your eyes speak very well in lieu of your tongue."

It took every bit of Rye's strength to not lash out at the curly haired man. Without another word, He slammed the money on the counter and left to find Andy.

"Have a nice evening, Beaumont." He heard Sonny chuckle behind him.

~

Andy was standing on top of a table when Rye found him. Brooklyn was beside him, grinding wildly against a flushed looking Jack.

"You-You know wha-at they s-say about getting drunk when you are happy and not..." Andy slurred, ".. miserable... but Me?" He started laughing all of a sudden.

"I'm happ-ily miserable!" He shouted, throwing his head back as he laughed again.

"Andy!" Rye shouted over the loud music as he reached the table where the blonde was embarassing himself. With one look towards the right and Rye was sure that Brooklyn and Jack were both out for the count.

"Andy, Get down over here!" Rye called out again, trying to keep his gaze off the boy's exposed legs.

"Oohhh! My knight has arrived everyone!" He giggled, looking down at Ryan.

"Stop it, Andy. People are watching." The agent spoke warningly.

"Let them watch, Ryan. Let them watch the miserable state I am in.." He slurred as a wry smile took over the previously giggling lips.

"That's enough now." Rye hissed and pulled the blonde down. Giving one last glance in Jack's direction, he shook his head and dragged the complaining boy towards the exit.

"Rye, I want to enjoy!" Andy whined as they left the party hall, "It's not even 9pm yet."

As the cold night air hit the bodyguard's face, he willed his nerves to calm down. Although, with Andy's continuous whining, He could feel his patience slipping by gradually.

"Ryan I want to go--" Andy gasped when the brunet slammed him against the car.

"SHUT UP!" The agent bellowed; his rage filled voice piercing through the silent night, "Just shut up and don't speak until we reach the mansion."

Andy's wide blue eyes stared into the angry brown orbs, too shocked to argue back. Rye pulled him away and unlocked the car.

"Get in." He ordered and Andy complied once again.

The strong facade he had worked to build up for hours was now gone in mere seconds.

~

The ride was filled with an uncomfortable silence and the tension was almost soul consuming for both of them. Yet none of them made an effort to break it.

The situation wasn't any different when they reached the mansion. Or so, that's what Rye thought.

Because as he turned around to leave after making sure that Andy reached his room safely, he was met with a surprise.

Andy Fowler grabbed his collar and smashed his lips to Rye's own.

A kiss was all It took for the world to fall away, leaving nothing but the two of them. It was fierce and aggressive, just like their relationship, but within the fire laid a passion so deep that It left scars on both of their minds. Their breath was mingled together, hands all over each other. Rye had no idea if It was the effect of the alcohol they had earlier or the pent up tension they had been facing for months but he could feel one thing and that was;

Addiction.

He was getting addicted quickly and somewhere deep down inside, he knew If he didn't stop right now, there would be no way out.

As Andy's lips continue to move sensually against his own, He was faced with an inner turmoil of his own.

"Your first and foremost priority as an agent should be your mission."

Andy's hands entangle into the back of his head as the boys arches his body against him in helpless need. The kiss started to take a more heated turn when the blonde pried his lips open and invaded his mouth with hesitant dominance.

Rye encircled his arms around the small boy, leaving a miniscule amount of distance between then. His hands - sweaty and calloused - travelled up and down Andy's body, exploring and memorizing every inch of the marvellous sculpture he had dreamt of touching in restless nights.

"For even the moon is dented and flawed."

A sensual moan left Andy's mouth when Ryan's hand came to rest against his plump ass. It was a sound which drove people into the sinful act of fornication. However, for Ryan Beaumont, It was a sound which took him back into the realities of this world. It was the sound which made him regain consciousness.

"Andy Fowler has killed my brother."

Rye broke away from the kiss and buried his face into the boy's neck, his hands resting against his full hips.

"R-Rye?" Andy's voice - light and airy - intruded into his calamitous mind and If It wasn't for the tipsy stutter, Rye would've forgotten his duties as an agent for tonight.

But Andy is drunk.

The realization dawned upon him slowly, penetrating into his hazy lustful mind and kicking him down from the high. With a shocked gasp, he stepped away from Andy as if he was burnt-- Of course, He was. This boy has done nothing but to ignite a fire of desire within his body and in the end, that fire burnt him to the core of his heart, leaving only a dusty ash in It's place.

"Ryeee.. Wha--" Andy stopped mid-sentence as his eyes rolled back into his head and his vision started to blur.

"Andy? Are you--" Rye quickly caught the boy as he fell forward into his arms. With a tired sigh, He picked him up and laid him down on the bed.

After tucking him in, He stood over his sleeping body with a frown etched on his handsome face.

What was he about to do?

~

HAPPY HALLOWEEN PEOPLE! ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ˜Œ

It's been a while, isn't It? Well, Ik I'm not updating regularly but believe me, there's a lot of shit going on in my life atm. Besides, I've completely drifted away from the boys (I don't watch their covers, vlogs and stories anymore). I mean, ofc there are no hard feelings from me for them but It's just, my heart isn't with them anymore.

At first, I decided to leave my stories as it is but I, myself, don't like unfinished stories (It's a kind ofย  pet peeve of mine) so I'll try my very best to finish at least MGA before New Year. And then I'm thinking of making a new account where I'll be posting OC stories. I hope you all understand.

Anyways, this decision isn't official yet. I'm still continuing my stories and I'm so thankful for the support and love from your side. Thank you so much for sticking with me ๐ŸŒนโค

-Fovvia ๐Ÿ’ซ

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