"Yeah, I got your message." Drew said, a sigh following almost immediately. He felt weird being around Deneil and making it seem like his presence was unwanted but in a situation like this, there was no way Drew could avoid projecting his mood. His wrinkled up white tee was revealed once he removed his jacket and man, was it a clear representation of how he felt on the inside right now. Everything was a mess and he wasn't sure what emotion to express first. "Wait, you went over there? Is that why she flipped her shit and left?" Drew rushed to conclusions faster than Deneil could answer the question. "What was the damn plan? Break up Drew's marriage before it begins?" Suddenly he had the time.

Drew felt stupid as Deneil explained everything. None of what he just accused even sounded like Deneil, but what Deneil said sure did sound like Tisha. "I'm.. I'm sorry." He said taking a deep breath in the middle of his sentence. He had a feeling he was going to be saying that nonstop until all this blew over. "I'm sorry about all this, I should've just left you alone. You didn't even remember that night but I just had to get you involved. I pat you on the back while you blame yourself for everything and then I go home to Tisha and pretend like this is just another season for us. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do any of you even want me around?" Drew pauses at Deneil's hand on his shoulder. Even through his t shirt Drew could feel the warmth of Deneil's touch. In a perfect world it'd be the remedy to all of his problems, but in this one it only seemed to make everything worse. He gently pulled his shoulder up from under Deneil's hand. "You should've never even went over there, I'm not like you Deneil, I don't need someone to make me feel better about myself every time i fuck up."

Drew does just as Deneil says, taking those words without an argument but not fully believing them. The part that got to him was when Deneil said it was worth it. Was it? This.. relationship had its pros for both of them as far as now goes but what did any of this do for their future.When Drew said what he said he didn't mean for it to come out as hostile as it did but it wasn't like he could take it back. "I get it, okay, I know I sound really damn dramatic right now but you have to understand. When I said call me if you're in any trouble, I mean if you like.. run out of gas, get locked out, or oh I don't know, try to get yourself killed for the third time this month. Call me when you're having a bad day, for when you're just not feeling this life shit, or even if you're just lonely and need to hear a voice. Not if you and Mandy get in some argument. We aren't just any old pair of friends Deneil, we can't even be in the same room without hopping all over each other. If we met up every time there was trouble in paradise everything will just come crashing. I hate to say it like this because this isn't just me fucking around but we should.. we should be smarter about all this. I love being around you and that makes all this harder. Having someone to worry about, someone to grow with, I need that and if I have to force myself to forget about you to save my marriage I wanna do it knowing I at least tried to preserve us." Drew was downplaying this situation in more ways than one.Tisha didn't just scream at him, Tisha left him for the one rapper he hates the most and hasn't answered his calls since. Yet somehow he was sure this wasn't the end. "Where do you even see yourself in a few years? I see you and this whole new revitalized Mandy. I see Me, Tisha and 2 kids. I see us avoiding each other at the Goldie's, maybe taking a picture or two for the fans.." Drew exhaled a deep breath, feeling defeated.

Deneil is backstage at the O2 ABC theatre in Glasgow, winding down after his first ever show. Tonight is monumental for the rapper. He's performed live as a teen in rap battles but vowed never to tour off of his own name and work. As bold as he is, Deneil suffers from anxiety and would hate to disappoint people who spent their money and time on him. Also, anyone who knows him will understand the personal connection he has with his music. It's all created in his home and it's a project he's been working on for years so showcasing it all for these strangers is daunting. After years of being pestered, Deneil finally gave in and launched The Khandon Tour. It's a small tour: five dates, little venues and only in the UK. Baby steps for him. One day, he will travel to other countries but he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it. The venue tonight holds 1000 people. Deneil has topped the charts all over the world and could sell out a much bigger venue but his music is best in an intimate environment. With his heavy beats and frantic stage persona, you want to be close to the action and really get down. It's hard to feel the same vibe three levels up in an arena, sitting in row z.

The rapper is alone in the dressing room. His friends have all gone back to their hotel but Deneil is still soaking up everything. It's a huge step. Luckily, Deneil does not have a record label so he has no manager or officials still hanging around and nudging him out of the door so that he'll have a good sleep for his next show tomorrow. Deneil likes to do things at his own pace and it clearly pays off. Tonight was insane and he really proved that he's not just Bilal's younger brother but an artist and entertainer in his own right. He pulls off his white t-shirt as he slowly gets out of his stage outfit. Taking the shirt off was kind of like saying goodbye to the night and putting it to rest which makes him feel rather glum.

Deneil opens the door, expecting to see one of his friends on the other side. He had travelled up here with two of his mates and a few folk he had hired. Being an independent artist, his team is rather small. He thinks that one of them is returning to tell him to move his ass back to the hotel or maybe they have left something behind. What Deneil is not expecting is Drew Westbrook to be on the other side of the door. Here of all places, he shows up unannounced. Deneil takes a step back and it's a moment before his mind processes it. Drew being in Glasgow just doesn't compute right away. Obviously though, he's came to support Deneil on his first ever show. He didn't think about it at first but now it makes perfect sense. They mean a lot to each other so why wouldn't he be there? Their relationship is rocky and things were said last time they met but Drew will always be welcomed with open arms. Although they aren't official, they may as well be a couple as they bicker all the time and no matter what is said, they get over it and move on.

"Drew?? Mate!" Deneil smiles warmly at him and hugs him tightly for a good few seconds. He's genuinely happy and overjoyed to see him. Finishing his first ever show, receiving a great response from the audience and then Drew appearing out of the blue is just the perfect night. "You actually came all the way to Scotland, fam? You're a silly fucker," Deneil jokes and chuckles, playfully nudging him on the arm. It's pretty obvious that he doesn't wish to dwell on their last encounter. This is a special night for Deneil and he just wants to soak up all the positive energy. With the way his year has been, he deserves a happy day. He closes the door behind Drew and stands with his arms folded, suddenly realising that he's very much shirtless. It's not as if Drew hasn't seen it all before though. "Really good to see you, bruv. I mean it". Deneil flashes a smile and perches against the table. He does look genuinely happy to see Drew and is clearly over their last war or words.

Deneil has been getting his life back on track as of late and although many things are still up in the air, he's focusing on the positives right now and is seeking help where he can get it. He admitted that he was a drug addict and not a casual user which he used to pass himself off as. While he still gets high and has the occasional "slip up", Deneil's slowly but surely winding down and hopes to be 100% clean eventually. He's gone four days without touching anything. Although four days seems like nothing, it's a big achievement for him. He's found that the buzz of music and performing really lifts his spirits and that the drugs make him quite a negative, short-tempered person. He's not using right now and is on a natural high from being on stage so it's why he's extremely cheery right now. Even when Drew kisses him, he's not pissed. They vow over and over again not to do it but who are they really kidding? Deneil can feel his smile grow from ear to ear as he slowly moves back after the kiss. "Bruv..." Deneil just laughs lightly, really taken aback by how amazing and just how right that kiss felt. His smiles soon fades though when he senses something is up with Drew. He knows him so well. From body language to speech, Deneil can tell when something is off. He tilts his head to the side like a curious puppy as he looks and listens to Drew. "I missed you too. Mate...it doesn't take a mind reader to know that something is up. You came all the way to Scotland, a country I doubt you've ever been to before and you're in my dressing room in the small hours of the morning. You need me and I'm here. So what's up?" Deneil walks over behind Drew and rests a hand on his shoulder. "Tell me..." he says softly, giving Drew a little kiss on the earlobe. It's a good job Drew got the sensitive Deneil tonight instead of the hard-edged one.

Deneil sighs when he hears how Drew really feels. He's not pissed off or anything. He just realises that no matter how much they sugarcoat things and take their mind off of everything else going on, their problems still exists. Both of the rappers are great are pretending things aren't happening. Hearing that Drew just needs someone makes Deneil automatically hold him tighter from behind. Deneil knows how it feels to just want to be held and he'd be a total asshole not to return the favour after all the times he's fallen into Drew's arms. "Mate, we both know this isn't easy. But hey, it's not like you're some weird stalker with a crush on me, I'm not going to freak out when you feel like being close to me. We have...something between us, man." Deneil kisses Drew just under the ear once more and refuses to let him go, wanting to drive home the fact that he really does care for him. "Yeah, the crowd went wild. Thanks, bruv, I appreciate it. Was one hell of a night.." Deneil smiles and burrows his head into Drew's neck, giving such a warm embrace. In a perfect world, these two would be together. They clearly have a deep connection and it's way beyond just a casual hookup. If it weren't for circumstances and mountains of baggage, maybe things would have been alright for Drew and Deneil? They rock gently for a moment before Deneil slowly slips his hand under Drew's shirt. He just feels the warmth of his skin for a few seconds before letting his hand travel up and over his little belly button. Deneil kisses Drew yet again just under his ear and speaks softly to him, "Thanks for being here. You mean...so, so much to me...I mean it, fam..." They are entering dangerous territory with their feelings now. Each time they meet it's as if they feel ten times stronger about one another than before. Deneil's still very careful not to say that powerful four letter world beginning with "L" though as that would open up Pandora's Box. He's honestly not too far from that point though. Drew Westbrook just does something to him.

Deneil laughs along with Drew, not so much at the mental image of what he looks like on stage but at the fact that he's actually doing this after years of rejecting the idea of touring. Deneil has a rather infectious laugh which is quite high and comical much like his speaking voice. No matter what the mood, the sound of a cheerful Deneil will put a smile on your face. "Looking like a fool? Fam, I'm a fucking legend on stage. Don't know about you but I'm not looking foolish up there. I'm like MJ. A rapping MJ. A rapping Asian MJ." Deneil laughs, obviously joking about how wonderful he is on stage. Seriously though, Drew did miss a great show and he would have been so proud to see him up there. Deneil has so much more charisma and stage presence than his more famous older brother. He gets the crowd hype and even though he dances, it's not corny and choreographed. It's very raw, energetic and captivating to watch. He really gets lost in his own world out on the stage. Also, being in a small venue without the big production values, Deneil has to do as much as possible to make the show as visually interesting as possible. He can't rely on fancy lighting, costume changes and backing dancers. Deneil's a natural, raw talent and vastly underrated.

Being shirtless already, it heightens everything Deneil is feeling right now. He's rather exposed by loving it. The trailing of fingers sends chills on down his spine and it's only intensified by the fact that Deneil has such soft and sensitive skin. Although he appears manly in many aspects, his skin is naturally silky smooth and feels just as good to him as it does for Drew to touch. Even though this is highly intimate and is obviously initiating the start of something far more sexual, it's also a way of expressing how much he cares about Drew. He's not just holding him like this to get into his pants tonight. Deneil grips onto Drew's hand tighter when he hears him confess his love. He took every precaution not to say the word and yet Drew just drops it. Deneil takes a deep breath and thinks about what he's going to say next. Of course he loves him but whether or not he wants to admit that and change things forever is a different story. After everything they've endured though, what is the point in lying and hurting even more feelings? "I love you too, bruv..." Deneil says softly, turning Drew to face him. His golden brown eyes look into Drew's as he places a hand on the back of his lover's neck. "I love you so fucking much, Drew Westbrook". Deneil pulls him in for a long and intense kiss. They always have an animal-like urge to fuck at the best of times and Deneil can feel that burning and building up inside of him but now, after just confessing their love for one another, emotions are at an all time high right now. He knows that whatever happens next will be on a whole other level than any type of embrace he's felt before. Tonight, the boys have changed the game.

Deneil feels a weight being lifted off of his shoulders rather than extra baggage added once they both confess their love for one another. He expected it to only add to the drama and feel nothing but guilt, after all he is still with Mandy and has strong feelings for her but the powerful love they once had has died. Although one could easily think Deneil is sleazy, he is far from it. He has only ever been with two people: Mandy and Drew. Deneil is a well-known rapper and a Khan on top of that so he could have anyone he wants in his bed. That's not how Deneil functions though. He will only ever so much as kiss someone if he feels a connection with them so it's never just a superficial, good looks and hot body combination that he goes for - although that never hurts as a bonus. Drew must know that he's special to the Londoner, knowing how he chooses a partner. After being backed into the door, Deneil reaches behind to lock it and steps on the heels of his shoes to pull them off. He looks at Drew lovingly as his heart rate and breathing increases. Deneil very much doubts Drew had such an intense meeting like this in mind when he decided to travel here so doesn't believe that Drew came prepared. In other words, there's no protection or lubrication around. Whatever happens here is seriously going to raw and animal-like. "Locked..." Deneil says with a little smirk. His unbuckled jeans slide down a little, showing off some of his black boxer briefs. He grabs Drew's shirt from the bottom and raises it up, pulling off and over Drew's head. The way it slowly reveals his broad yet muscular body is such a turn on for him and Drew's gorgeous skin tone really takes it to a whole other level.

After everything that's happened tonight on top of Tisha walking out on Drew, Deneil feels like this could actually work at some point. It has been a long time coming and nothing but a wild dream in his head for months but it seems like there is a chance of this becoming official. All he has to do is break up with Mandy and that is the real killer. He owes her so much and Mandy Williams is the last person on Earth you'd ever want to upset. It would be easier to break off if the relationship had become toxic but it hadn't. Their lives just diverted down different paths and now Deneil is left feeling stuck and knows he's going to be the bad guy because Mandy did nothing wrong. Deneil knows that at one point, he will have to call it quits, regardless of whether or not Drew wants to keep going with this because if he truly loved her, he wouldn't be doing this in the first place. If you find yourself choosing between two people, choose the second because you clearly didn't love the first person enough to stay faithful, and that is what Deneil is starting to realise as much as it will hurt to say goodbye to Mandy and what they created.

Deneil can't think about his life for too long though as Drew takes him into a totally different state of mind when he gets down on his knees. It's well known that the British rapper isn't all that well equipped down there but Drew seems to love it for what it is. He may be short but has decent thickness and Drew seems to love that he's tightly cut and his cute pink tip stands out in comparison to his darker skin tone. Drew isn't exactly doing anything special but for some reason, it just feels more intense tonight. They are doing this as people in love and not two guys hooking up in a club and cheating on their girls. "Mmmm...fuck, fam...." Deneil says in a breathy voice as Drew swirls his tongue and sucks on his little member. He hates having to pull away briefly but wants to get more comfortable. Deneil takes his jeans and underwear off from over his ankles as well as his socks so that he is completely nude from head to toe. He throws the items of clothing across the room and stands with his hands on his hips, wearing nothing but a mischievous smirk. "Wanna join me, bruv?" he asks, desperate for Drew to get out of the rest of his clothing.