Sugar

10.

The entire evening, Ryan tries to make Brendon jealous and Dallon is really not having it.

He just gives Ryan a few death stares, until Nicole starts talking to him.

"...Personally think that it's very interesting, mainly because of the way he said it," Nicole says and Dallon nods.

"I agree, though I think that, if he had said it slightly different, it might have had even more impact." "I suppose you're right, yeah."

Dallon smiles at Nicole, a polite smile. When he looks around the room, he notices that Brendon and Ryan are both gone.

Brendon had told him that he was gonna get something else to drink, but he should've been back by now.

"Will you excuse me, for a moment?" "Yeah, sure."

Dallon gets up and walks to the kitchen.

The scene he sees there makes something inside of him snap completely, though he doesn't really know why.

Maybe it was because he had been annoyed with Ryan, who had been flirting with Brendon the entire time. Maybe it was because he really liked Brendon.

Ryan has Brendon pinned against the fridge and he is kissing his neck, biting and sucking at the skin, one of his hands on Brendon's chest, to keep him in his place and his other hand on his mouth, to keep him quiet. Brendon seems to be crying, with tears streaming down his face.

Dallon walks up to him with big steps, grabbing Ryan's hair and yanking him back.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asks, his voice dark and threatening.

Brendon almost runs into the living room, crying loudly and Dallon slams Ryan against the kitchen counter.

"Jesus... It's not like you own him. You're only his sugar daddy, that doesn't mean anything."

Dallon let's go of Ryan's hair and grabs his throat instead, not really having control over what he's doing, anymore.

"He's mine. Brendon is mine. And no on fucking touches what is mine," Dallon says, in a calm, yet angry voice.

Ryan's eyes grow bigger and his hands fly towards the hand on his throat, but Dallon doesn't let go.

"So you understand?" "He's not yours. People aren't possessions."

Ryan tries to keep some of his composure, but the fear in his eyes is very clear.

"Do you understand?" Dallon asks again, this time raising his voice.

"Yeah, yeah... I understand."

Dallon let's Ryan go and the shorter man runs away, looking back once.

When Dallon walks into the living room, he calms down completely and ignores all the stares, as he walks up to Brendon, who is sitting next to Sarah.

He's still crying and shaking and Dallon crouches down in front of him, holding his hands delicately.

"Hey, it's okay, baby. You're alright," he says in a soft voice and Brendon seems to calm down a little.

"H-he kissed me... And I... I didn't want it." "I know, honey. I know. But I'm gonna make sure he never does that again." "Y-yeah."

Dallon gets up again, but Brendon pulls him back.

"Don't leave." "I'm not gonna leave, sweetheart. I won't leave." "Okay."

Patrick, who still didn't know anyone that well, gets up too and walks up to Brendon.

"Hey, I know we don't know each other that well... But, if you need anyone, I'm always here. I know how hard it can be to... You know, get over what just happened. I've had a similar experience, before I met Pete." "Thank you."

Dallon walks up to Ryan, who, for some reason still hadn't left, but was trying to get closer to Brendon.

"Leave." "Uhh, no. I want to say bye." "Definitely not. You're gonna leave, now." "You act like you're the boss around here, but truth is, this is Brendon's apartment now and he's not your possession, so I don't have to leave if I don't want to."

Dallon inhales deeply, not breaking eye contact with Ryan even once.

"Listen here. Either way, you're gonna leave, right now. Or I will call the police and make a whole legal thing of this, which, trust me, you're gonna lose." "You know I could sue you for abuse, right?" "Do you really think that would be worse than sexual assault? And did you know that not leaving someone's property after they asked you to, is a misdemeanor?" "It's Brendon's place, not yours." "It's mine. It's signed under my name."

Ryan rolls his eyes, but still doesn't leave.

"Either way you leave now, or I will make a lawsuit out of this." "As if." "I have pretty damn good lawyers, let me tell you that. So you better leave now because you are scaring Brendon. And I think you've hurt him enough, haven't you?"

Ryan walks towards the door and Dallon follows him.

"You know, Brendon is gonna leave you in no time," Ryan says, before spitting Dallon in the face and walking away, completely forgetting Claire.

Dallon walks back to the living room and Brendon walks up to him, barely able to really walk because he is shaking so much.

The tall man wraps his arms around Brendon and holds him close, protecting him from whatever hurtful things there were in the world.

"You're safe here, baby. I've got you." "Yeah..."

Sarah walks up to Claire, who is still standing somewhere in a corner, completely in shock.

"Hey, are you okay?" "No. Ryan just assaulted someone and just left without even thinking about me." "You're a friend of us now. You're cool and you probably think Ryan is a dick, so you fit right in." "Thanks. Can someone bring me home."

Dallon looks up, not letting go of Brendon.

"I'll call my driver. He can take you." "You're a hero. Thank you." "Not a problem."

Dallon and Brendon sit down on the couch and Brendon sits on Dallon's lap, his head on the taller man's shoulder.

Dallon calls his driver and gestures for Claire to come up to him.

"My driver will be here in 10 minutes. Just tell him your address, he'll take you home." "Thank you." "No problem."

Sarah sits down next to Dallon and brushes some hair out of Brendon's face.

"Hey, you're gonna be okay. Dallon and I are gonna take care of you. And the others are here too. You'll be okay."

Sarah looks at Dallon, who gives her a soft smile.

"Thank you," she says and Dallon just nods.

"Of course."

A/N: apparently I'm not physically able to write a story without dramatic shit.

And before all you Ryan stans kill me, I've got nothing against him, he's okay. This is just for the storyline.