The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 41: “Caught in the Middle”

Mono’s “Life in Mono” opens this episode over a montage of three characters, all in various settings, all thinking of their unflinching love and admiration for Callum Sutcliffe:

Nathan sits on a plane, having ordered a gin and tonic from the handsome flight attendant, who lasciviously winked at him. As he sips it, he casts his mind back to the first time he met Callum three months earlier. You fainted into my arms. It had been such a hot day then. I immediately sought help but I remember the sensation of embracing you. I was still with Brendon then, yet there was something about you that still captivates me to this day. I’ll be back in LA soon. We’ll be together. He leans back in the seat and closes his eyes to dream of such a reunion.

Talon lies in his hotel bed, his extremities fully stretched, his libido fully charged, evidenced by the erection between his legs. He had just awakened from a dream about Callum. In it he had vividly recalled the first time they had met over a decade ago in Oxford. They were part of a lively, literary discussion about Oscar Wilde. You were so impassioned with your claims, and always had an acerbic rebuttal against me. Of course your friend Bronwyn was the real acid-tongued cow, but she initially encouraged us to have tea together afterwards. Your sharp mind has always captivated me aside from your body… those perfect lips, the smoothness of your skin, the fiery passion of your loins. Callum, I need to be with you. I’ll soon make everything all right, and we’ll be back together. Talon leans back into the pillow and exhales.

Rodrigo stands before a bound Tristan. He had just come into the room with the delicate box of supplies which he set upon the secure crate. He pulls up a chair, seats himself, and thinks of Callum and the first time they had met. It was at the hospital after Justin Roberts wrecked your car. I couldn’t believe I was seeing you in the flesh. I had read all your books and instantly fell for you then. Who would have thought that nearly two months later I would be living under the same roof as you? Dreams really do come true, and that kiss we shared. We’ll be together soon. Rodrigo leans back in the chair, closes his eyes, and thinks of their passionate reunion.

Though all three were dreaming of Callum, only one would succeed in having a fiery, sexual encounter with him within the next twenty-four hours…

TAYLOR’S TASTEFUL SALON, WEST HOLLYWOOD, LATE AFTERNOON

Taylor: Good for you that you told that bitch off! She was clearly jealous of you.

Priscilla: The youth these days! That harlot was just trying to get into his pants.

Taylor: Can you blame her?

Priscilla: Not really but she should know going after Tristan isn’t in her best interest. She’d have better luck with Vincenzo.

Taylor: Bitch, don’t encourage her! I already have enough competition with your ass trying to pounce on our Casanova.

Priscilla: Well, I gave her a piece of my mind, although she genuinely seemed concerned about Tristan.

Taylor: She just wants his Italian sausage.

Priscilla: Don’t we all? Especially with the special sauce!

Taylor: You’re nasty.

Priscilla: Speaking of nasty (gesturing to the door through which Callum had entered)

Taylor (thinking him an ordinary customer): Good afternoon, how may I help—

Priscilla (angrily rising): How dare you show your face!

Callum: Really, Priscilla, I haven’t the time for this. My hair reeks of manure courtesy of Allison.

Priscilla: I heard all about it. You pushed her into the lake.

Callum: And she still failed to either melt or drown.

Priscilla: Go away, Callum!

Taylor: Callum! Is he the one trying to kick you out your home?

Callum (to Priscilla): Do you tell everything to your beautician—er, hairstylist. Perhaps you were on a drunken binge.

Taylor (to Callum): I’m sorry, sir, but you’ll have to go elsewhere. We’re closing.

Callum: But the sign says you’re open for another three hours.

Taylor: I also have a sign that says we reserve the right to refuse service to anyone. (high-fiving Priscilla as Callum stands there in disbelief) Hun, that’s the cue for you to get the hell out my salon.

Callum: I see you’ve allied yourself with this cougar! No bother! I’ll gladly leave granny with her tranny. (coming up to Taylor) And you should know it’s rather imprudent to show such discourtesy toward me. In this faltering economy, you can’t afford to lose business. I, on the other hand, am always willing to acquire failing businesses. Consider that a warning.

Taylor: Your threats don’t scare me. I’m a firm institution here in West Hollywood.

Callum (his eyes sweeping over Taylor): And you’ll be a limp, flaccid one if I have anything to do with it. (turns to leave)

Taylor (just as he reaches the door): Uh, Callum, you need me more than you realize. Your hair does smell like shit. (high-fives Priscialla as Callum angrily leaves)

AUSTIN’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD, EVENING

Jeremy Dodd had come over to Austin’s to once more discuss the No on Prop 8 event. The press release had gone to print, and Jeremy found everything to perfection. He was really impressed with Austin’s dedication, especially in light of the recent tragedy to befall him. Soon their conversation drifted from the actual event to talking specifically about combating Proposition 8.

Austin: Jeremy, we also have to vote with our wallets. We shouldn’t patronize businesses that support Proposition 8.

Jeremy: I agree, but I don’t want West Hollywood becoming a war zone.

Austin: Boycotts will make them see how important our community is to the city and state economies.

Jeremy: I just don’t want innocent people getting hurt in the crossfire.

Austin: That happens everyday, Jeremy. (getting misty-eyed) We just have to move on.

Jeremy (patting him): Austin, I appreciate your hard work, but maybe you should take some time off.

Austin: Absolutely not! I promised Drake I would make this event a success.

Jeremy: But he would understand—

Austin: Please don’t do this to me, Jeremy. I need this. It’s the only thing keeping me going.

Jeremy (looking him in his tear-filled eyes): Okay, but I want you to get some rest. I think you’re overworking yourself. This event is already a success, Austin, and I want you to know I’m proud of you. (hugs him) It’s getting late. I had better go.

Austin saw him to the door and exhaled once he left. Then he went back to organizing his boycott campaign.

SHADY PALMS REHABILITATION CENTER, MALIBU, LATE NIGHT

Heath called upon all the reserves of energy within him and screamed at the top of his lungs as his hands worked to push Trey off him. Immediately, the door was thrown open, the room was bathed in light, and two nurses rushed into the room. They came over to Heath, one of them taking hold of Trey and pulling him from the bed. He looked to be in some zombie trance. The other nurse held onto Heath, who had started hyperventilating and was on the verge of tears.

Nurse #1 (to the other): Call Dr. Banner! (looking down at Heath) It’s okay, Mr. Alcott. Everything’s fine now. You’re going to be all right.

But Heath didn’t feel all right. As he went into shock, the only thing he knew was that nothing seemed right anymore.

MALIBU CLIFF, EARLY MORNING

Christina Aguilera’s “Hurt” opens the scene as the sun rises over the southern California coastline, illuminating the beauty of the sandy beaches, the crashing waves, and the seagulls swooping over the water. Kyle had driven up the coast last night and stayed in a bed and breakfast. Last night he couldn’t bring himself to go to the site of the car crash. He had phoned Bralen and lied to him that he would be pulling an all-nighter at the station. I hope he didn’t come down to the station. I hate telling lies to him, but I have to find some way to get past Heath. I haven’t heard from him in a long time. His body was not found in the wreckage. I may have to face the fact that he doesn’t want to be in my life anymore.

Yet when he finished a delicious homemade breakfast, Kyle felt compelled to find Heath. He drove to the cliff and stood atop it. Peering down he couldn’t stop himself from bursting into tears. I can’t feel anything here. If you were anywhere down there, I would know it. That means I needn’t think the worst just yet. But where are you, Heath? Did I drive you away? I know I wasn’t the best partner. You deserved someone who could give you what you needed. You’re so much more special to me than I had ever thought. His knees feeling suddenly weak, Kyle lowered himself to the ground, tears sprang to his eyes. He couldn’t find the strength to rise. I’m to blame for this. If only I had been there for you, none of this would have happened. You’d still be in my life. I need you back with me. I would give anything to see your face again… to kiss you, hear your voice.

At that moment, his cell phone rang. He initially thought it was Bralen and didn’t bother to answer it, but then something told him to answer it. He rifled through his pocket for it only to see the caller was Emily Alcott, Heath’s mother.

Kyle (reluctantly answering): Hello, Emily. How are you? (hearing distress in her voice)

Emily: I’m worried about my son, Kyle. Where is he?

Kyle: I-I don’t know, Emily.

Emily: The last time we spoke, you said you two had broken up. Have you heard from him since?

Kyle (through a choked sob): N-No.

Emily (urgently): Where is my baby? It’s not like him to be this distant. I’ve been constantly thinking of him, and I haven’t been able to sleep.

Kyle (sotto voce): Neither have I. (aloud) Emily, I’m doing everything I can to find him.

Emily: Kyle, I don’t like the way you sound. Are you not telling me something? Should I come to LA?

Kyle: N-No, that won’t be necessary.

Emily: Then level with me! What’s going on?

It was then that Kyle told her where he was and exactly what had brought him there.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, MORNING

Callum awoke to yet another beautiful southern California morning. He looked to the empty space beside him and felt a thrill of excitement course through his body. Soon Nathan will be sleeping next to me. Everything will be right. I should go check on Edward. After rising and readying himself, he had Inga bring the baby into the dining room, where he had a satisfying breakfast. It was around eight that he received notification from security that Brendon had come onto the estate moments before Godfrey came into the room to officially announce it. Callum chose to meet him in the sitting room where Brendon stood, red in the face.

Brendon (threateningly confronting him): I’m onto you, you sick bastard.

Callum: What have I supposedly done this time? Brendon, you really must come to the realization that Nathan prefers me over you.

Brendon: I’m not talking about Nathan. This is about Justin!

Callum: Justin? What has that delinquent son of yours done now?

Brendon: He’s missing!

Callum (incredulously): Again? Really, Brendon, perhaps fatherhood is not in the cards for you. Stick with the sex trade, and you should prove more successful, that is until you’re caught and brought to justice.

Brendon (shouting): Where is he?

Callum: How the bloody hell should I know?

Brendon: I’m sure “Enid” would know.

Callum (suddenly concerned): Enid? You stay the hell away from my sister!

Brendon: She’s in on this!

Callum: Don’t be absurd. My sister is an intelligent, upstanding young woman who would have nothing to do with your wayward son.

Brendon (withdrawing Enid’s ID): Is that why I found this outside Justin’s window? (shoving it in Callum’s face) Care to explain?

Callum (shocked at first but then calms down): Perhaps your son stole it. He is in dire need of a quality education.

Brendon (grabbing Callum by the collar of his shirt and forcefully jerking it up): I’m only going to ask one more time. Where is my son?

Callum: Take your hands off me!

Rodrigo (coming into the room, having heard elevated voices): Is everything all righ—(rushes over and pulls Brendon off Callum) What’s going on here?

Callum (adjusting his shirt): Thank you, Rodrigo. (turning to Brendon) He’s upset he’s not getting Father of the Year. (seeing the red in his eyes) Honestly, Brendon, I don’t know where the product of your misplaced sperm has run off to.

Brendon: He’s somewhere at USC with your deceitful, lying sister.

Callum: You leave her out of this!

Brendon: I’ll see to it that she’s expelled.

Callum: You wouldn’t dare.

Brendon: Just try me, little man.

Rodrigo (grabbing Brendon’s arm): That’s it. Time to go!

Brendon (jerking away): Take your damn hands off me! I’ve warned you, Callum. Now I won’t be responsible for what happens next.

Callum: If—and that’s a big if—my sister is harboring Justin, I’ll handle it myself. Of course, that merely justifies my claim that everyone you love gravitates towards me or my family.

Brendon (attempting to charge for him but is prevented by Rodrigo): You bastard! (pushed outdoors by Rodrigo, the door shut behind him)

Rodrigo (coming to Callum): Are you okay?

Callum: I’m fine. I need to ring Enid.

Rodrigo (gesturing to Brendon’s retreating figure through the window): Do you need me to take care of him?

Callum: No. You go about with your day. Brendon Roberts is the last thing on my mind.

Rodrigo: You know I’ll do anything for you, Mr. Sut—I mean Callum. (seeing him smile)

Callum (patting his shoulder): I know you would but not today. Now you go have some breakfast to keep those muscles strong for my continued protection.

Rodrigo smiled, feeing a warm sensation run through him. Callum turned on his heel and rushed upstairs to contact Enid and give her a piece of his mind.

USC DORMITORY, IAIN’S ROOM, MORNING

Iain had risen early, stepping over Justin lying on the floor on his way to the bathroom. He came back into the room and looked down at the sleeping figure, snuggled up to a balled pillow. Seeing a portion of Justin’s bum peeking out from the sheets, Iain bent down, his hand briefly lingering in the air before it pulled the sheet over it. He then went to his computer, turned it on, and sat at his desk, working on a task for another hour before he quickly showered, changed into clothing, and stepped outside for several minutes, returning with a brown paper bag and two cups of steaming beverages. He found Justin had awakened and was stretching his tall, lanky frame, Iain’s eyes sweeping over him.

Justin: Good morning.

Iain: I got some breakfast. I hope you like muffins. (handing him the bag) Pick whichever one you want.

Justin (taking the bag): Thanks.

Iain (crossing over to the desk, picks up mp3 player): Here, take this.

Justin: I already have one.

Iain: I’m sure you do, but this one’s a spare. I went to the trouble of loading some of my music on it. It’s got some Libertines, Babyshambles, Hard-Fi, Kaiser Chiefs, and more on there.

Justin (biting into a blueberry muffin): Thanks.

Iain (testily): You’re spilling crumbs on the floor. There’s an ant problem in this building, and I don’t need you contributing to it.

Justin: Just chill, dude! I’ll clean it.

Iain (realizing he was too brusque): I-I’m sorry. I‘m just very particular about these things. (hears a light tap on the door, looks through peephole before opening it) Morning, Enid.

Enid (coming inside, seeing Justin shirtless): Have I come at a bad time?

Iain: You weren’t followed, were you?

Enid: I don’t know. I’m not into espionage as you are.

Iain: Hah! But I’m serious. (gesturing to Justin, who was putting his head into a shirt) His father could be onto us.

Justin: What about Brendon?

Iain: Nothing. I don’t fancy the man.

Enid (playfully poking him): As you shouldn’t. (walking over to Justin, who had on earbuds) What’s this? It’s not your mp3 player.

Justin: He loaned it to me. It’s got some of his favorite bands on it.

Enid (turning to Iain, twinkle in her eyes): Trying to convert him, eh?

Iain: Don’t be so daft! The boy can make up his mind as to whose music he likes better.

Enid (sitting on bed): It’s the weekend. (turning to Justin) What’s on schedule for us today?

Iain: Not getting caught should be top priority.

Enid: I was talking to Justin.

Iain: And I was reading his conscience.

Enid: Spare me your sarcasm, Iain. It’s only morning.

Iain: But it’s already late afternoon back home when my wit fires off on all cylinders.

Enid: We’re no longer in England.

Iain: What gave that away? The lack of intellectual life here? Or the fact that the breasts in this city cost more than a year of our college tuition?

Enid (ignoring him, turning to Justin): Pay him no mind. Remember you’re my guide to this great big city. So where are we off to?

Justin: Uh, I don’t know. How about Silver Lake?

Iain: That’s not exactly a tourist attraction, though the place does come alive at night with the indie music scene.

Enid: Iain, Love, I’d appreciate your butting out.

Iain: How generous you are toward your savior.

Enid: How long may I anticipate your holding that over my head?

Iain: At least until you erect me a shrine.

Enid: I’m sure Justin can erect you something to express his gratitude. (suddenly struck in the head with a pillow wielded by Justin) Oi! I’m kidding.

Iain (suddenly managerial): Well, neither am I. You two are making a mess of my bed. (turning to Justin as he sees muffin crumbs on floor) And you… what did I tell you about the crumbs?

Justin: Okay! Okay! Don’t bite my head off!

Iain: Sorry. (calming down) So when do we leave for Silver Lake?

Enid: We?

Iain: Of course, silly. I can’t leave you two on your own. God only knows the trouble you’ll get into.

Justin (leaning over to Enid, whispering in her ear): I think he’s worse than your brother.

Iain: I think we should go out the back way to the parking structure. (noting the expressions on their faces) I’m serious. Besides, Enid doesn’t drive and I imagine the only means by which you’d get a car would result in either a hefty fine or some extensive jail time.

Enid: Could you be any more inhospitable to my friend?

Iain: Seeing as he’s technically my guest, I’m reserving some unconventional rights. C’mon. Let’s go.

They all packed their things and surreptitiously left the dormitory.

SHADY PALMS REHABILITATION CENTER, MALIBU, MID-MORNING

Mariah Carey’s “Through the Rain” opens this scene as Heath takes a sip of water and stares blankly into the distance, sitting in the chair, his legs pulled to his chest, his arms wrapped around his knees. Dr. Shoai sits before him, a look of deep concern written in his facial expression as he knew what happened last night had deeply traumatized Heath. They had only been in the room for a few minutes.

Dr. Shoai: Heath, how are you feeling? (Heath remains silent, resting his head upon his knees) I heard about last night. I’m sure they told you that Trey was sleepwalking and managed to get into your room. You should know they reprimanded the night nurses on duty.

Heath: I’m not going to sue. You might as well tell them that. That’s what they’re paying you to do… dissuade me from litigating.

Dr. Shoai: Heath, that’s not why I’m here. I know this incident has left you with scars. You’re not alone.

Heath: I was last night.

Dr. Shoai: It must have been terrible.

Heath (sarcastically): You think so, Doc? Someone attacks you in the middle of the night while you’re sleeping. It’s no bed of roses.

Dr. Shoai: I understand your anger, Heath. I’m sure this incident has only opened up old wounds. You survived such an experience a few weeks ago.

Heath: That was different. There were four of them.

Dr. Shoai: But it doesn’t diminish the enormity of what happened. You were violated in the most heinous way. (interlacing his fingers) Did you ever talk to anyone about the other attack?

Heath (mumbling): K-Kyle. Just Kyle.

Dr. Shoai: I meant someone professional.

Heath: N-No. Kyle was the only one.

Dr. Shoai: I’m glad that you at least had him to turn to.

Heath (misty-eyed): So was I. He’s the only person who’s cared for me. (sotto voce) Unlike Tristan, who it seems is with someone else the minute I turn away from him.

Dr. Shoai: And Kyle wanted you to report the attack, but you didn’t want to.

Heath: Nothing would have come of it. Besides, I’m a man and—

Dr. Shoai (encouragingly): And what? (silence) You would have felt ashamed?

Heath: Doc, men don’t get raped.

Dr. Shoai: Why do you think that? Anyone can be sexually assaulted, not just women and children.

Heath: But I’m a grown man who happens to be gay.

Dr. Shoai: And how does that make an impact? Your sexuality shouldn’t factor in this. Do you feel ashamed of being—

Heath: God no! I’m a proud gay male. I live in West Hollywood. I’m just saying that some people may think I deserved it… or worse, that I enjoyed it.

Dr. Shoai: That’s just plain ignorance on their part, Heath. No one—regardless of their background or sexual orientation—deserves to be violated as you were. You know that, right?

Heath: Y-Yes. Kyle said the same thing.

Dr. Shoai: He was right.

Heath: He always is. (breaks down into tears, takes tissues given him) I should have trusted him.

Dr. Shoai: Would you want to see him?

Heath: Huh?

Dr. Shoai: He was there for you the last time. I know how you feel about it, but perhaps if he knew what happened last night—

Heath: No! Absolutely not! I won’t put him through that again. I saw what it did to him the last time. I love him too much to—(cutting himself off)

Dr. Shoai: That’s fine, Heath. It was just a suggestion. Perhaps you could write to him. (immediately seeing protest in Heath’s body language) I’m not saying you have to mail it.

Heath: Is this more of your art therapy?

Dr. Shoai: I saw one of your drawings in your room, the one on the wall. It’s very beautiful.

Heath: It’s about Kyle… the fruit tree… it came to me once in a daydream… me and Kyle sitting under it. (starts crying) He proposed to me there and I accepted. I was so happy.

Dr. Shoai: Would you say you found the art therapy enlightening?

Heath (sniffling): Pardon?

Dr. Shoai: Did it help you come to some sort of understanding about yourself… your feelings about Kyle or Tristan.

Heath: I feel nothing for Tristan. He’s cheated on me once again since I’ve been away.

Dr. Shoai: And how do you know this?

Heath: Lindsay told me she caught him with another woman… who just happens to be the same one I know he’s been intimate with!

Dr. Shoai: Are you sure about this?

Heath: I can’t turn my back on him. The first time was with Bralen and now it’s Estrella Tartaro. (breaking down) I-I can’t trust him.

Dr. Shoai (being handed a drawing by him): What’s this?

Heath: It’s apparently how I feel about Tristan, and I drew that before finding out he was back to his old tricks.

Dr. Shoai (looking at dark image of roses, chain, and drops of blood): Heath, I-I’m sorry.

Heath: I must have ESP when I drew that, but somewhere in the pit of my stomach I knew he wouldn’t change. (shooting up from the seat) His kind never does!

Dr. Shoai: Calm down, Heath. Please take a seat.

Heath: Doc, why does this always happen to me? Am I that unlucky?

Dr. Shoai: It’s not about luck. It’s about—(cut short by Heath snatching the drawing from his hands)

Heath (ripping the drawing into pieces): —time I take control of my life. (scattering the pieces on the floor) I can’t go on like this. I refuse to be the victim anymore… not to Tristan, not to Trey, not to anyone!

SAN FERNANDO VALLEY WAREHOUSE, MIDMORNING

Tristan had another restless night marked by the fear of Rodrigo’s lackeys, especially as he now knew what they had done to Heath. Fortunately for him they had yet to make good on their threat to penetrate him, and Rodrigo finally showed up last night, carrying a mysterious box and wearing a questionable smile, appearing in deep thought. He unchained Tristan, gave him new clothing, fed him, and promised him that they would be leaving the Valley soon. It was at that moment that he gave an exclamation upon looking at Tristan’s cell phone.

Rodrigo: This bitch just won’t stop texting you. Geez, I know you’re a good fuck and all, but she needs to lay off!

Tristan: You leave her out of this. Besides, you should know she’s gonna keep texting until she hears back from me.

Rodrigo: We’ll deal with her soon. Right now, there’s another problem. Who the hell is this Vincenzo? Someone else you’re fucking?

Tristan: No, he’s my brother!

Rodrigo: He’s also sending you messages nonstop, and they’re in Italian, which I can’t exactly read. I can only make out a few words.

Tristan: Why are you surprised people are asking about me? You didn’t really think my sudden disappearance would go unnoticed for several days? Looks like your plan’s starting to unravel.

Rodrigo (pulling out gun): Don’t get fresh with me. (threateningly advancing upon him) Now here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to write out a response to your brother. I’ll run it through an online Italian-English translator to make sure you’re on the up and up with me.

Tristan (laughing): You’re grasping at straws.

Rodrigo (firing the gun into the wall, Tristan winces): Don’t fuck with me, Tristan! I see you’re going to need some persuading. Your pregnant girlfriend is being watched right now by Gustavo and Joe. You’ve got to know them well these past few days, I think. (seeing the panicked expression on his face) If you don’t want harm to come her way, I suggest you cooperate.

Tristan: Okay! Okay!

Rodrigo (shoving paper at him): Now this is exactly what I want you to say.

He dictated everything to Tristan, who reluctantly complied, writing it in Italian. Even as Tristan followed directions, Rodrigo knew he had been right. The plan was falling apart at the seams! All these text messages and no actual word from him do make it suspicious. I only need him for a few more days, but I’ve got to stop these people from worrying about him. Rodrigo then held the gun to Tristan’s head as he called Estrella and forced Tristan to lie to her, saying that all was fine. Feeling the steel against his head, Tristan did everything in his power not to whimper or unleash any sound that would betray him. Estrella naturally had many questions for him, and with Rodrigo nudging the gun against him, he had to keep things brief. After it was done, Tristan gave a deep sigh of relief.

Rodrigo: For her sake, I hope she bought every lie you told her.

Tristan: Why are you doing this? I’ve done nothing—

Rodrigo (shouting): You’ve done plenty! All of you have done everything to disrespect Callum.

Tristan: He doesn’t deserve any respect.

Rodrigo (striking him with the side of the gun, Tristan’s lip now bleeding): Don’t you ever say that about him! He’s one of the kindest, most decent men I’ve ever known.

Tristan (spitting out blood as he tries to resist laughing): So you’ve got a crush on him!

Rodrigo: Stop saying that! It’s not a crush. I love him and he—

Tristan: —Is in love with Nathan. (suddenly cries out when kicked in the ribs)

Rodrigo: Just shut the fuck up! Callum loves me. He’s just confused, but he won’t be much longer after I take care of Nathan and anyone else who gets in my way.

Tristan: When are you going to release me?

Rodrigo: Soon… just remember the life of your little bambino is at stake.

He then strode over to the table, his back to Tristan, and began removing things from the box. He flipped on a table lamp and then rummaged his hands inside a miniature tool box. Tristan couldn’t see what he was doing but really didn’t care since his mind was preoccupied by the throbbing pain in his lip and ribs. Rodrigo left nearly two hours later, and when he returned, the pain in Tristan’s body would the last thing on Tristan’s mind.

FOUR SEASONS HOTEL, BEVERLY HILLS, NOONTIME

Talon rose from bed with a slight hangover. The shower helped to awaken his senses, but as he still felt faint, he decided to go downstairs and have a late breakfast. He walked into the restaurant and as the hostess escorted him to a table, he heard his name called out. He spun around and was completely shocked into consciousness by the owner of that voice.

Talon: Eleanor! W-What are you doing here?

Eleanor (gesturing to seat before her): Please sit.

Talon (looking at hostess): I’ll sit here. (to Eleanor) Thank you. So what brings you to America?

Eleanor: I’d wager the same reason you’re here.

Talon: I assume you’re referring to Callum.

Eleanor: That is why you’re here?

Talon (hesitantly): I-I’m actually here for work.

Eleanor: I was unaware you did any.

Talon (miffed): And what business do you have with Callum that couldn’t be handled over the phone or through your solicitors?

Eleanor: That’s personal information, although I’m sure you’ll soon find out through Callum or some outlet of the press.

Talon: What more do you want from him? Gavin left everything to Callum.

Eleanor: He doesn’t deserve anything!

Talon: Need I remind you that Callum’s the reason Armitage & Burnham is successful in business let alone the fact he made your son a very happy man.

Eleanor: What’s with the posthumous praise of their relationship? As I recall, you were their number one critic.

Talon: Both Callum and Gavin followed their hearts.

Eleanor: And you’re free to follow Callum into his bedroom… not that you haven’t. I’ve always suspected him of infidelity. It wouldn’t surprise me if he were in your bedroom this instant.

Talon: That’s it, Eleanor! You can stop maligning Callum. He’s one of the most decent men I know. He’s undeserving of your treatment.

Eleanor: Don’t make me laugh, Talon. Callum is hardly decent. He tricked my son into a sham of a marriage and hoodwinked him into handing over his entire inheritance.

Talon: It’s always about money with you. If you could only see Callum the way I do. He’s a caring person, a nurturing father…

Eleanor (acidly): He’s not fit to be a father!

Talon: Your son thought otherwise. He wanted Callum to look after Edward.

Eleanor: He’s my grandson, and I’ll be damned if I leave him to the care and influence of that deviant—

Talon: You heartless woman! You still can’t accept the fact that Gavin was gay.

Eleanor: I needn’t you to tell me about my son. I gave birth to him. There’s not a day that goes by when I don’t think of him, and I’m convinced he’d still be with me today if it weren’t for Callum.

Talon: You can’t blame Callum for Gavin’s death.

Eleanor: Yes, I can. That bastard took my son away from me, and I won’t let him do the same with Edward. My grandson will be accompanying me back to Britain, where he belongs.

Talon (rising): I can see there’s no reasoning with you.

Eleanor: Leaving so soon?

Talon: I’ve suddenly lost my appetite. You’re clearly set on a warpath with Callum. I should alert him of your latest intentions.

Eleanor: It’s of no consequence to me.

Talon: I pity you, Eleanor. You could have a wonderful relationship with Callum and Edward if you’d only show him the least bit of respect.

Eleanor: And I’d wager you’d have such a relationship with him if you showed him the least bit of skin.

Talon gave no response but walked away from her, now dead-set on his own mission to protect Callum.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, EARLY AFTERNOON

Callum had been unsuccessful in reaching Enid. She hadn’t returned any of his phone calls or texts, not that he expected her to do so after the grilling messages he left on her voicemail. Realizing the extent of the situation, he thought it best to drive to the university and confront her about Brendon’s allegations. As he was about to leave his study, Godfrey came into the room to announce Nathan had arrived.

Callum (suddenly thrilled): He’s back from Ireland so soon! Send him in.

Nathan (coming into the room moments later): Callum. (receives hug)

Callum: I’ve missed you. How was your flight? How’s your mum?

Nathan: She’s still in Dublin, staying with my aunt.

Callum: Why didn’t you stay?

Nathan: I can’t keep neglecting my life here. The new term at the academy has started back, and they need me there.

Callum (going over to door and locking it): And so do I. (goes over to kiss him)

Nathan (smiling): Finally some privacy. (kisses him again and then ostentatiously takes out his cell phone and turns it off)

Callum: You read my mind. I’ll tell Godfrey we’re not to be bothered under any circumstance. (goes to desk, picks up phone, and issues such a directive to Godfrey) Now where were we? (goes over to passionately kiss him)

Nathan: Shhh! Did you just hear that?

Callum (suddenly concerned, looking around room): What?

Nathan (smiling): Never mind. It must have been the sound my racing heart. (feeling a playful strike delivered to his bottom by Callum, who was now simultaneously kissing him and unzipping Nathan’s trousers) You’re not wasting time!

Callum (fully yanking down Nathan’s trousers, the brawn of his legs and the black boxer briefs coming into view) Not this time around! (looking up to see Nathan slip out his shirt)

Callum moved back a few inches as Nathan raised his legs to free them of the trousers around his ankles. He then felt Callum’s hands tugging at his briefs and soon Nathan’s cock was in full display. Callum was in the process of kneeling to the floor when Nathan’s strong hands took hold of him, grasping onto his shirt and tugging it off. He whispered into Callum’s ear that he wanted to slowly undress him. His touch felt so stimulating to Callum’s sensitive skin, and as the last article of clothing was removed, Nathan held him in a warm embrace, each feeling the other’s hard erection brush against their inner thighs as a steamy kiss was exchanged. Callum looked hungrily into Nathan’s eyes before he once more lowered himself to the floor, his mouth watering over the prospect before him.

*

Just as things were heating up inside the room, a storm was brewing downstairs as Godfrey opened the door to Talon, who barged right into the house, demanding to speak with Callum.

Godfrey: He’s engaged at the moment and has requested not to be disturbed.

Talon (urgently): This is important.

Godfrey: I suggest you either leave a message or call again later.

Talon: Where is he? (looking at the stairs) In his study upstairs?

Godfrey (hesitantly): Y-You promised you would not come back into his life.

Talon: Well, now it’s different! (moving towards stairs) Godfrey, please move out the way.

Godfrey: I can’t allow you to—(suddenly pushed aside, losing his balance and falling to the floor)

Talon: I’m sorry, but this can’t wait. (rushing up the stairs, shouting Callum’s name)

Nathan (feeling Callum’s warm breath on his cock): Did you hear that? Someone’s calling you.

Talon (having reached the door of the study, twisting the doorknob, finding it locked): Callum! It’s Talon. Please open the door.

Callum (nervously rising from the floor as Nathan reaches for his shirt): I’m busy at the moment. Please go away!

Talon: I can’t. This is too important.

Callum (nervously, his voice shaking): Talon, please go. There’s nothing between us. I’m with someone else now.

Talon (begins feverishly banging on the door): Open this door. We need to talk. It’s about El—(suddenly seized by Godfrey) Let go of me! (decks him one, knocking him out, then thought crosses his mind to dig into Godfrey’s pockets for the keys to the study)

Nathan: Callum, who is that out there? (sees Callum begin hyperventilating) What’s wrong? (his attention suddenly thrown to the sound of key inserted into the locked door)

Talon: Callum, I’m coming inside.

Callum (rushing nervously to the door as it begins opening): No! (pushes his weight against it)

Talon: Please let me inside!

Callum: I said no!

The shock of Talon’s sudden appearance in his home left Callum with weakened strength, and he consequently couldn’t withstand the force Talon threw into the door. Its wooden surface smacked harshly into Callum’s face and knocked him off balance, the back of his head crashing against the side of the nearby bookcase before his body fell to the floor. Talon successfully entered the room, a wave of surprise overtaking him as he saw a fallen, unconscious Callum at the feet of a partially nude Nathan, whose nether regions were still in full display.

Talon: What the bloody—

Nathan: Callum! (reaching down to pick him up from the floor)

Talon: Don’t you touch him, you bastard!

Talon relayed one of the strongest punches to Nathan, sending him backwards onto Callum’s desk. The sound of his body slamming onto its wooden surface reverberated throughout the room as papers scattered everywhere. Talon bent down and took Callum into his arms, cradling his body, his legs and arms now languorously dangling. He rushed to the doorway, running into Godfrey, who had a most shocked expression, which intensified when he peaked into the room to see the state in which Talon had left Nathan.

Godfrey: I-I can—

Talon (directorially gesturing to Nathan): Just take care of him. (leaves down the hallway with Callum)

ESTRELLA’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, SAME TIME

Estrella couldn’t believe she was on the phone with Tristan. It seemed like a lifetime since she last heard his voice, and as a consequence, she bombarded him with too many questions at once, nothing that he was very short with her.

Estrella: So you’ve been with a friend this whole time? You know we had an appointment the other day. (the doorbell rings) Just who is this friend?

Tristan (hesitantly): Someone you don’t know.

Estrella (opening the door): Excuse me, Tristan. Linsdsay, come inside.

Lindsay (coming inside): We need to talk.

Estrella (gesturing to bar): Help yourself to whatever. (into the phone) So when are you coming back? (pause) What do you mean by “soon?” Tristan, I really need you here.

Tristan: I’ll be home soon. Ciao bella!

Estrella (shouting into phone): Tristan! (hears dial tone)

Lindsay: I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Heath was right about you. You are going after Tristan.

Estrella: Lindsay, you don’t understand.

Lindsay: That you’re a homewrecker? That part I got loud and clear.

Estrella: Look, Lindsay, you’ve got it all wrong. You don’t know the whole story.

Lindsay: Heath filled me in on everything, especially how you two are having sex behind his back.

Estrella: Why are you even talking with that drama queen? Did he tell you how he attacked me with a bouquet of roses?

Lindsay: And what did you do to provoke him?

Estrella: Lindsay, why don’t you just butt out of my love life and work on yours? That reminds me we got clearance for Amanda to DJ the event.

Lindsay: I’ll let her know, but I’m not finished with you. I really want Heath to be happy, and I’d appreciate it if you would just forget about Tristan.

Estrella (biting her lip): I-I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.

Lindsay: Why not? You’re a successful, attractive woman. You could have your pick of any man in Los Angeles.

Estrella (crosses over to bar): You wouldn’t understand. (pours some water into glass)

Lindsay: Try me! (crossing over to her) Why are you going after Tristan? Didn’t you see his excitement the other day when I told him about Heath? Why would you want to ruin what they have?

Estrella (irritably raising her voice): It’s complicated.

Lindsay: How? Give me one good reason other than your own selfishness!

Estrella: Here’s one for you. I’m pregnant with his baby! (downing the rest of her water as Lindsay, left speechless, grasped onto the nearest bottle of forbidden alcohol)

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, RODRIGO’S ROOM, MID-AFTERNOON

Rodrigo rushed back home in the afternoon, desiring to get away from the warehouse and be closer to Callum. It was a sweltering day outside, and as he entered his room, he thought he was surely suffering from heat exhaustion, for there was Callum lying atop his bed with a sheet covering his body. He hadn’t known that Talon had brought Callum into the nearest bedroom he could find after taking him out the study. Thinking it must be a mirage, he crept over to him, extending his hand out to touch Callum’s face. It was real. He peeked under the sheet to see Callum was completely nude. Why is he in my room like this? Did he do this especially for me? I wonder how long he’s been waiting for me. He must’ve fallen asleep waiting for our special moment. I’ll just pop into the shower.

He went into the bathroom, showered, and as he toweled himself down, Talon had entered the bedroom and sat next to Callum. Rodrigo hears voices, creeps to the door, and peeks out as Sara McLachlan’s “Possession” begins playing in the background.

Talon (lovingly brushing Callum’s forehead, stirring him awake): How do you feel?

Callum: Talon? (suddenly alarmed, rising upright) Nathan! Where is—

Talon: He’s fine. You needn’t worry about him. He’s been sent home, granted it was an ordeal to get him away. (sighing) He’s just as besotted with you as I am. Why are you crying? (noticing Callum’s hyperventilating)Please calm down. You know I don’t like seeing you this way.

Callum (murmuring): It’s all over.

Talon (taking his hand): No, it’s not. I know everything. Against his better judgment, Godfrey explained it all to me, and I’m sorry you had to keep this secret.

Callum (wiping the tears coming to his eyes): Please spare me your—

Talon: I don’t blame you for what you’ve done. It all makes sense now… your trip to America, joining Outrunners, seeking him out.

Callum (deeply breathing): I can’t believe this has happened.

Talon (squeezing his hand): Just calm down. I’m here now.

Callum: Why are you here? Why couldn’t you just stay out of this?

Talon: Because I love you. It’s a good thing I came here when I did. Eleanor’s in town. (seeing the blood rush from Callum’s face)

Callum: W-What?

Talon: That’s why I needed to get to you. I saw her this morning at the hotel. I’m sure she’ll be here soon. She’s determined to get custody of Edward. That’s her latest mission. (seeing Callum begin to cry and reaches over to wipe his tears away) Don’t cry. You know you shouldn’t do this alone. I can help you. (reaches in to kiss him on the lips)

Callum: No, Talon, please don’t.

Talon: I love you, and I know deep down you still love me.

Callum: I love Nathan.

Talon: You barely know the man. Your attraction to him is merely one-dimensional.

Callum: You don’t know that!

Talon: Look me in the eye and tell me that if it weren’t for Gavin, you wouldn’t have any feelings for this Nathan. (noting Callum’s silence) You can’t do it, can you? Gavin’s request of you set all this into motion. You developed superficial feelings for the man who your deceased husband loathed.

Callum: I care for Nathan.

Talon: And would he care for you if he knew the whole truth about you? But you needn’t worry about him, Eleanor, or anything else. You’ve got me now. (kisses him as his hand journeys underneath the sheet to Callum’s groin) I’ll protect you.

Talon’s soft lips grazed against Callum’s cheeks, his mouth soon beginning a southward pilgrimage to cosset and titillate every supersensitive part of Callum’s body. After devoting a few seconds to suckling Callum’s nipple, Talon soon found that Callum’s initial resistance seemed to have subsided—something which became more pronounced once his mouth had eclipsed over the fleshy tip of Callum’s penis. As he fervently surrendered himself to granting Callum his full sexual attention, Talon heard both Callum’s moans and felt his hand trying to push him away.

Callum (breathily): T-Tal, no—

Talon: Don’t fight it. (taking his hand) You know how much I love you. (his mouth descending back to task)

Callum had interlaced his fingers with Talon’s and began tightening his grip as Talon’s eager mouth hungrily engulfed his manhood. The sensation was thrilling, and Callum knew Talon to be skilful at pleasuring him. Callum’s head melted back into the pillows as his body became light as a feather, lifted into the farthest reaches of ecstasy. For Talon, nothing had changed. He had known all the highly perceptive areas of Callum’s body, his tongue now endeavoring to hastily glide over them all in the briefest amount of time, the action sending Callum into a spasm of euphoric writhing as if a jolt of electricity surged through him. Talon brought his mouth back to Callum’s, seeking to pacify this fit with a kiss and was surprised to find Callum’s tongue now freely forcing its way into his mouth.

Their eyes locked, Talon’s hands unzipped his trousers, pushing them and his undies down to his ankles as he rashly propelled himself onto the bed.

Talon: I love you.

Callum (tears coming to his eyes): I—(spared the task of finishing the thought as Talon relayed another passionate kiss to him)

Callum’s hands shot up to cradle the back of Talon’s head, his fingertips soon dancing along the muscular outline of his broad shoulders. He felt Talon’s erection brushing between his legs, the frottage further stirring his libido before he felt Talon’s full weight upon him, Talon’s hand taking hold of Callum’s bottom, readying it for penetration. When that moment came shortly thereafter, Callum released a small cry that manifested itself in both tears and his body’s natural reaction to resist the intrusion.

Talon: Shh! Don’t cry. (whispering into his ear) You know I would never hurt you. I can tell it’s been a long time for you.

Callum’s nails dug fiercely into the flesh of Talon’s back, prompting him to unleash a muted grunt as he continued gently sinking himself into Callum, the sensation one of mixed warmth, rapture, and satisfied longing. Callum had turned his head to the side for Talon to nibble on his neck. This also afforded him a moment of serious contemplation with his body gripped in an instance of tangible soreness and indulgence. An hour earlier, I imagined I would be doing this with Nathan. Though the thought triggered further tears from him, Callum wouldn’t allow it to overshadow the ravished state of his sexual hunger. It has been too long! His body no longer craved it. It needed it.

A wave of irrepressible heat and satyric abandon seized him at the exact moment Talon finally succeeded in hitting the spot, Callum’s eyes rolling back in their sockets. He raised both his legs to wrap them around Talon’s torso, squeezing him with all the strength he could muster. His available hands relayed a sharp smack to Talon’s bum, red bruises immediately appearing upon the pallor of his buttocks. Callum raised his head to bite his teeth into Talon’s neck and shoulder, the sharp responses being more impassioned thrusts from Talon, who was so focused on the action that he hadn’t bothered to fully remove the trousers still curled around his lower ankles.

His fierce libido was at work now, and as he looked down into Callum’s eyes, he saw not only beauty but also a sweet surrender in them. You’re mine once more. I’ll never let you go. Callum’s moans intensified with each of Talon’s pelvic advances. Talon was so in his own zone that he failed to realize Callum had already climaxed twice; however, when Talon reached his own orgasmic zenith, he emitted such a masculine grunt in tandem with the convulsive motion his body produced that it only inspired a fleeting concern in Callum that the bed was on its final legs and might not withstand the pressure put upon it. Talon’s weight collapsed upon him, both their bodies feeling spent and drenched in sweat and the product of their unbridled passion. The action had so drained them that their reunion may have been viewed as a threesome, for slumber chose to join in and conquer them both at that moment.

Rodrigo stood paralyzed in the bedroom, having been a voyeur the entire time. His knees buckled underneath him as hot, scorching tears sprang to his eyes. He silently wept before rising to look at himself in the mirror. His face was a wreck, and then he saw her standing behind him, looking at him with pained eyes as she nodded her head, staring him down with a supercilious expression that Rodrigo knew all too well from his childhood. She needn’t have spoken to him, for he read much in her face. She had warned him and he failed to act accordingly. Well, Mama, I know what to do now. There’s no other way out of this. He grabbed his clothes and surreptitiously crept from the room, the image of Callum in bed with Talon painfully seared in his mind.

KYLE’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD

Kyle felt exhausted, having confessed his greatest fears to Emily Alcott. Heath’s mother immediately wanted to take the next flight to Los Angeles, but Kyle managed to calm her nerves, promising her he would do all within his power to find her son. After that trying matter, he drove back to Los Angeles to the supposed comfort of his home where he found Bralen.

Bralen (rising from the sofa): Where have you been? I tried to pay you a surprise visit at the station, and they told me you hadn’t come in yet.

Kyle: I was busy.

Bralen (seductively coming over to him): Doing what?

Kyle (swallowing lump in his throat): I-I was talking with Heath’s mother. She’s worried to death about him, and I told her I would exhaust every avenue looking for him. I just came from Tristan’s and you wouldn’t believe what I found out.

Bralen (suddenly blanched): W-What?

Kyle: Did you know Tristan had a brother? (seeing him negatively nod) Yeah, he’s quite the looker, too.

Bralen (hesitantly): A-And Tristan? How was he?

Kyle: According to his brother, he’s been “missing” for the past few days.

Bralen (suddenly relieved): Is that so?

Kyle: Yeah, so now I have to look into two disappearances.

Bralen (coming over to him): Why don’t you take a break from your duties and concentrate on me?

Kyle (feeling his fly being tugged on): You’re always frisky. (feeling Bralen bite his neck) You’re like a rabbit.

Bralen (lowering himself to the floor): So how about we fuck like rabbits. (pushes him onto the sofa and then straddles him)

ALLISON AND CHLOE’S HOME, LOS FELIZ, SAME TIME

Chloe laid back against the couch cushions as Allison brought in the bottle of wine. They had just finished a lovely dinner, which Allison prepared. Chloe accepted both the wine and a kiss.

Chloe: Geez! I feel like royalty getting all this special treatment.

Allison (sitting beside her): You’re worth it, you know. (taking her hand) I’m so happy to have you back in my life.

Chloe: I’m glad you were there for me the other night.

Allison: I’ll be here for you always. That’s why I’m working shorter hours. I’m serious about making time for us. After the event I’ve arranged for us to take a special vacation.

Chloe: Where to?

Allison (smiling): It’s a surprise.

Chloe: I heard a rumor Callum gave you tickets to Lesbos.

Allison (laughing): I can assure that’s not where we’re going. I guess you’re just going to have to wait.

Chloe (taking a sip of wine): How’s the event coming along? It’s just a few days away.

Allison: Here’s the press release and kits. (soon seeing Chloe give an exclamation as her eyes fell onto the image of Lindsay) What is it?

Chloe: She’s one of the celebrities for the evening?

Allison: Lindsay? Yes, she’s been a godsend. She’s totally committed to the event. I don’t know what to make of your reaction. I didn’t think you knew her. She’s part of that younger Hollywood generation, although she stays in the news.

Chloe stared at Lindsay’s beautiful headshot, remembering the first and last time she had seen her. It was over at Estrella’s the night they had parted ways. I guess Estrella represents her. I’m sure that means Estrella will most likely be at the event. I’m not sure if I could be around her so soon after…

Allison (nudging her): Penny for your thoughts.

Chloe (hesitantly): I-I was just thinking of what a blast this event will be.

SAN FERNANDO VALLEY WAREHOUSE, AN HOUR LATER

The Cranberries’ “Zombie” closes out this episode as Tristan feels starved, his stomach growls echoing in the warehouse. The two goons who normally brought him lunch had failed to show, and Rodrigo had been gone for hours. Tristan soon heard the key in the lock, followed by Rodrigo swiftly opening the door and storming into the room, an infuriated expression on his face.

Tristan: Thank God you’re back! I’m starving.

Rodrigo (going over to the table in the corner): Why the hell are you telling me? (sits at table, pulls forth box)

Tristan: Please! I-I’m hungry.

Rodrigo (turns to him): I wouldn’t bother me right now if I were you. I’m not in the best of moods, and frankly you don’t want to be on my bad side now.

Tristan: Look, I haven’t had anything to eat all day. Your lackeys didn’t come to feed me.

Rodrigo (turning back to table): They’re on another important assignment.

Tristan: Just throw me a bag of chips and some water.

Rodrigo (angrily turning to Tristan): You’re testing my patience, Tristano, but if you’re eager to have your final meal, who am I not to show some compassion?

Tristan: W-What are you talking about? (suddenly seeing the red in Rodrigo’s eyes)

Rodrigo: Judgment Day is coming soon… not only for you but everyone else who’s stood between me and Callum.

Then, Rodrigo moved aside and Tristan saw the product of Rodrigo’s secretively meticulous toil. His stomach stopped growling for hunger, and a steely knot had quickly formed in its place. Though Tristan hadn’t much knowledge of electronics and circuitry, all his instincts told him that the object on top of that corner table was a bomb.

TO BE CONTINUED…