Gavin's POV:

I woke up early that morning, eager to start the day as soon as possible. Today was the day I was going on a trip with the other lads and gents! I had spent all night packing because I didn't have time to do it yesterday. Yesterday. A small moan left my mouth when I remembered what had happened to Michael, the way he snapped and went crazy, and then could barely remember what happened afterwards. I felt sorry for him, I wanted to help him, even if it meant getting my ass smashed up every couple of weeks. I got out of bed and stood up, crying out softly when I found that my thighs still hurt from yesterday. Jesus Christ, Michael, what the fuck?!

It was around seven, and Geoff told me yesterday that he would pick me up around nine, so I decided that I had enough time to lounge around for a while. I hobbled into the kitchen to make myself coffee and some form of breakfast. Today requires something special. I looked in the fridge and saw that there was some bacon in there, so I got it out and placed three pieces on the grill. I then got the bread out of the cupboard and put some in the toaster, poured the now-boiled water onto my coffee, and got a plate out of the cupboard. The toast popped up a moment later, and I picked it up and put it on the plate. I sipped my coffee and sat down to wait for the bacon. It sizzled for a couple of minutes before I decided it was done. I turned the grill off and quickly picked the pieces up and put them on the plate too. I folded the other piece of toast on top and voilà, a bacon sandwich.

Once I had finished my breakfast and drunk my coffee, I put the plate and mug into the sink and went to get dressed. I put on my favourite jeans and a pair of socks, and chose a shirt that I would put on later. I looked at my clock and saw that I still had one hour and forty five minutes before Geoff was due. I sighed, impatient. I walked back to the living room and sat down to play some Minecraft. I loaded up Achievement City and I walked over to the house I had built Michael. He had taken the sign down. I put a new one up, and wrote:

Michael.
If only you
understood
that I love you, and
I would do anything for you.

I sighed, and proceeded to build something above his house. I built a huge wall made out of stone, almost as wide as Geoffs' house was tall, and written in obsidian, it read:

Michael, I love you. Your laugh makes my whole world brighter, and when you are sad, I am sad too. Ever since that first day we met, I knew I had to find you again. I looked all over Texas for you, even describing you to people and asking if they knew you. I said 'have you seen my friend? He has the most beautiful curly red hair, sparkling hazel eyes and the cutest freckles you've ever seen'. But no one had ever said yes. I searched everywhere I could think of, I even went to the police! But never did I think to go back to that one park. Michael, I'm so glad I got to see you again. I swear I would never have loved anyone else, not for my whole life. And I'm sorry for all this, and I'll stop now, but I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for being the love of my life, Michael, and thank you for everything you've given me.
Michael, I love you. Always have, always will.

I wiped away the tears forming in my eyes and I heard a knock at my door.

"Gavin?"

"Be right there," My voice broke, and I hoped Geoff wouldn't notice. I went to the bedroom and put on my People Like Grapes shirt and my converse, did my hair and then walked over to the door. I put on a fake smile and opened it, hoping my eyes weren't too puffy.

"Hey, buddy, you ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied, sighing.

"Hey, Gavin, what's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

"Don't you pull that one on me, you lived with me for six years for Christ's sake, I know when something's bothering my son,"

"I, uh, come in, then,"

He walked past me and went to sit down on the couch.

"Hey, Gav, what's this?"

"What's what,"

"This," he nodded his head towards my TV.

"Oh, um, that's- that's... not important..." I dashed to the couch and made a grab for the controller next to Geoff, but he was too fast. He snatched it and flew my character up to the top of his house, where he had a perfect view of my message.

"Balls," I whispered.

"Oh my god," Geoff's eyes lit up as he began to read. He cleared his throat dramatically, before reading my message aloud.

"Michael, I love you. Your laugh makes my whole world brighter, and when you are sad, I am sad too. Ever since that first day we met, I- What the fuck, dude!? This is cute, but cheesy as shit, man." He continued. "I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for being the love of my life, Michael, and thank you for everything you've given me. Michael, I love you. Always have, always will. Awwwwwww, Gavvyyyyy!"

"Geoff, Do me the pleasure of not telling anyone, please," I begged him, tears now streaming from my eyes.

"Oh, Gavin, c'mere buddy..." he opened his arms and I collapsed into them. "I would never do that! Don't forget, as much as I pretend not to be, I'll always be on your side. I would do anything for you, Gavvers, whether it be kill someone, or make you a piece of toast. Ever got a problem, you call Geoff Ramsey, okay?"

I looked at him and nodded. "Okay," I said quietly.

"So, why are you crying? Is it what happened yesterday?"

"Uh, partly. I-I want to help him, Geoff, I feel sorry for him. I want to help him...with... his strange... thing," I hiccuped.

"You mean his weird heat thing?" I nodded and Geoff stroked my hair.

"Even if it means getting beat up like that, I want to be there for him," I whimpered.

"It couldn't have been that bad, now, could it?"

"He was scary, Geoff, he wasn't himself. Like I said, when I put my arm round him, it was like he was a different person, and then he was Micool again when you knocked on the door. He couldn't even remember what had happened until he saw that we were both naked and that his couch was covered in my two lots of semen and connected the two to come to the conclusion that he... You saved me, Geoff. If he hadn't have snapped out of it when he did, I think I would have blacked out before he stopped. My legs still hurt, for Christ's sake!"

"Okay, then it really was that bad. I'm so sorry Gav,"

"But that's not what's bothering me! That wasn't my Micoo, Geoff. That wasn't the man I know and love. I want to help him so badly!"

"Listen, Michael's waiting outside in my car with the others. He, uh, he said that he didn't really want to go, because he told me he still felt, quote unquote, 'like he would bone the living daylights out of the next living thing he saw,' and he didn't want to hurt you again. He kept calling himself an animal, and screaming us to keep away from him. He was really upset, Gavin. He-he cut himself,"

"He WHAT?!" I ran out of the room, out of my apartment door and down the stairs to Geoff's car, not caring about the ache in my thighs. I stopped when I got to the car, but I could only see three people in there. Ray, Ryan and Jack. Geoff came up behind me, lugging my suitcase.

"He, uh, he's in the back. He insisted we keep him away,"

I ran to the back of the car, opened the boot, and what I saw in there broke my heart. Michael was curled in a ball, pushing himself into the corner to try and get away from me. His face was streaked with tears, and blood stained the sleeves of his hoodie. This was not my Michael. My Michael would be smiling his oh-so-beautiful smile, swearing at the others and cracking his silly little jokes, and not here, in the boot of Geoff's car, treating himself like an animal. I felt tears start to well in my eyes again, and I stepped closer to him.

"Micool, please!" I reached my arm towards him and he growled, pressing himself as far back as he could. I couldn't stop the tears from falling now, the hot, salty drops rolling down my cheeks, my chin, my neck.

"Micool," I choked. I didn't care that he would try to hurt me if I went nearer. All I wanted was to help him. And so, being Gavin, I did something stupid. I crawled into the boot with him, squashed against all the cases. I saw the others watching us over the back of the seats in awe. He growled again, but this time he spoke.

"Gavin, please, I don't want to hurt you again, please, get away from me. I'm an animal, not a human anymore," he put his head in his hands and pulled on his hair, squeezing his eyes shut in a pained expression. I inched forwards till I was right in front of him.

"Please, Gavin, you don't know what you're doing!" I stretched my arms out and pulled him towards me.

"Gavin don't! I'll hurt you again! It still hasn't gone away! I could still snap at any moment!" I pressed his head to my chest, wrapping my arms around his back and holding him tight, tears still falling from both of our eyes. He resisted for good thirty seconds, and then he realised I wouldn't let go and gave up, falling limp in my arms and sobbing into my chest.

"Gavin," he sighed.

"Micool,"

"MAVI-" Ray began, but Geoff put his hand over Ray's mouth and tackled him back down into the seat, no-one taking their eyes off me and Michael. 

"Gavin, please, I can feel it, it's happening again, quickly, get away from me before I go out of control again,"

"Micool, I don't care if I get hurt again, but I'm not leaving you. Not now, not ever. Geoff, let's go," Geoff told the others that they might want to turn around when Michael's pupils grew large and he started to hump one of the suitcases.

"Geoff, quickly," I told him.

"I'll explain all this later guys, just don't turn back round, whatever you do," said Geoff. "No matter what you hear, no matter how curious you are, trust me, you are not going to want to turn around. If you do, don't complain to me when you have bad dreams," He stepped on the gas and began to drove away, just as Michael lost it.

He looked up at me and licked his lips, his eyes shining. I looked back in fear, but convinced myself that if it would make Michael happy, it was worth having my ass ripped open. He pounced on me, and I hit my head on a suitcase. He began to bite my neck, leaving little purple bruises in his wake, and he ground harshly down onto me, growling.

"Ry-Ryan," I moaned.

"Gavin? Geoff told us not to turn round,"

"You don't need to turn round, just take these, quickly," I handed him two suitcases and he took them, placing them in between him and Ray.

"And this," I gave him another case and a large rucksack, which he took and put in the same place.

"Thanks, Ry-AAH!!" Michael ground viciously down again, making my words turn into a shriek.

"Sorry guys, all of you, I apologise in advance for this," The sound of Michael ripping open my shirt sounded throughout the car. He threw my now-ruined shirt over his shoulder and I feebly tried to pull the divider that was behind Rays' head across to try and muffle some of the sound. Unfortunately, Ray noticed me having trouble and, completely forgetting Geoffs' warning, turned around to help. What met his eyes was a shirtless Gavin looking at him, covered in purple bruises and a scared expression, and a fully clothed Michael grinding down on him harshly and biting his neck.

"Aah!" He yelled and quickly pulled the divider over, turning a deep red and sitting back round.

"I told you not to look!" Geoff said, his voice now a little muffled by the divider.

"Yeah, but they're- Michael's-"

"I know, I told you, I'll explain later,"

Michael ripped off his own shirt and I hurriedly took off my jeans and boxers, not wanting him to ruin another pair.

"Come here, Gavin, you beautiful piece of shit,"

I crawled over to him tentatively and sat up in front of him. He lunged at me, knocking me on to my back, licking my chest and attacking my neck with bites and sucks. I whimpered as he pulled on my hair, smashing our lips together and biting them. He pulled away to remove his remaining clothing, throwing it behind him somewhere. I took the chance and grabbed hold of his member, giving it little kitten licks. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me onto it, forcing me to swallow his whole length, and triggering my gag reflex. He bobbed my head a couple of times before pulling me off and flipping me over.

"You're such a good pet, Gavin, such a good boy," he smirked menacingly.

I whimpered again as his cold hands felt along my own length, pumping it harshly as he lined himself up. He gave one, harsh pump as he thrust fully into me once more, and I came, stifling a scream. He let out a low, villainous chuckle and pulled all the way out, only to slam back in with as much harshness as the first time. I muffled another scream with my hand, and Michael reached down to grab my now shrinking erection, and pumped it in time with his own thrusts. After another two minutes of this, I came again, black dots forming in the corners of my eyes. He still wouldn't stop. He came inside of me with a grunt, but he didn't stop moving. Instead, he seemed to up the tempo, making me involuntarily cry out and tears began to sting my eyes. He bit down on my neck again and whispered into my ear.

"There's no need to cry, now, you're doing just fine,"

I looked back at him and he smiled. But it wasn't the cheesy grin that Michael was now known for. This was a scary smile, showing narrowed eyes and more teeth than was normal. He grabbed my shoulders and started to pull me back to meet him with each thrust, me now on my hands and knees and him kneeling up. This action made me cry out again, and Michael laughed at my pathetic state. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap, his hands around my waist, and pushed me down onto his length. My legs shaking, I began to move up and down on it, riding him with the help of his hands around my waist, and he soon came again, along with myself, throwing his head back and growling. He grabbed my arms and held them in the air above my head, licking up and down my sides and making me shiver. He pulled out of me and pushed me down onto my back again, crawling on top of me and resuming his licking and grinding. He ground and ground, each time getting harsher until I came again, shaking all over and my vision swimming.

"GEOFF!" I screeched to the front of the car.

"What Gavin!?"

"How much longer is there to go- OH?!"

"Uh, we've been going about half an hour, I'd say another good half hour still to go buddy, hang in there," he said sympathetically.

I cried out again. Half an hour? I don't think I could survive that long, not if Michael has already made me come four times in in that amount of time. That wasn't normal. He wasn't normal.

"Geoff! I know you're not supposed to use your ph-OH-ne w-while driving, but can I spEEak to you?"

"Uh, okay??"

I shifted, with Michael still humping on top of me, over to my jeans and pulled my phone out of my back pocket. I unlocked it and called Geoff.

"What's wrong, Gavin, do you need rescuing again?"

"Well, we've been going half an hour, you say?"

"Mhm,"

"Well, Michael's already come three times, and myself four times, and nearly five. I got blurred vision around the third time, AND I'M GOING TO BLACK OUT IF I DO IT AGAIN!" I screamed as Michael re-entered me and began to pound my prostate.

"Oh, shit, do you want me to stop the car?"

"I don't know!! Oh god, Michael please I'm gonna... It's- I can't- FUCK!" I came for the fifth and final time, and everything went black. The last thing I heard was Geoff speaking on the phone.

"Gav? Are you okay? Gavin??!"

A/N: hehehehe... I wasn't lying when I said this was a smutty book. Sorry guys! You better stop reading this before you lose all your innocence. Also, for some reason I can't change the description of this story, so it's stuck on the description I had before I changed the whole plot and rewrote it, so it's really misleading and I am so sorry about that :(. Anyway, I have no idea was happened to the last chappie, it was like, nearly 5000 words long! TF?! Here are the stats for this one:

Word count (excluding A/N): 2999 (omg)

Word count (including A/N): 3075 not too shabby!)