Deneil and Drew are by far the messiest people to have ever walked the Earth. They don't even enjoy the carnage they create, it's just that these guys cannot make their minds up over what they want. Rather than being an adult and putting their foot down, they just continue to do what's easiest and makes them feel good, regardless of what a bad moral choice it is. For the past few months, things have been up in the air for them but Drew and Deneil recently confessed their love for one another and a weight was seemingly lifted. They haven't pressed on it since then and don't want to jeopardise the good thing they have going right now. They said what needed to be said and that will do for the time being. Drew and Deneil are officially secret lovers and this own little world they have is an escape from all the worries and responsibilities they face during the rest of their time.

After hearing about Deneil's home being targeted by a local gang, Drew was on the first flight over here to check up on him. Despite wanting and vowing to make things work with their girls, there is no denying the love they have for one another and it seems like they'll always be there for each other. They spoke for a while and Deneil spent most of the time reassuring him that he was fine. The ambulance that was tweeted about was not for him but rather one of the intruders in his home. Deneil is from Hackney, you don't fuck with him especially in his own home. Only Drew is allowed to do that and he's certainly taking advantage of it right now. It wasn't long before they took things up to the bedroom, their safe haven. Ever since that night in Glasgow after the show, the sex has just been on an entirely different level. Just when they thought things couldn't be any more intense, they both turned it up several gears. They've also became far more adventurous and even ditched the protection, which may not be a wise choice on Deneil's half. Not to say that Drew needs quarantined but he and Tisha aren't exactly monogamous and different people are being passed around. Goodness knows what Deneil is potentially bringing into his bed. Still, it feels heavenly and that's all that matters.

"Fuuuuuuuck, bruv!!!" Deneil gasps as he slides down on Drew's lubricated shaft while his lover simultaneously thrusts his hips. They've been at it for quite some time now and they know each other well enough to realise that they are very close to climaxing. Deneil places his hands on Drew's chest for support as he continues to ride on him, constantly building up to that inevitable and sought after surge of pleasure. Although still technically bottoming, Deneil likes to sit on top so that Drew gets to see him in all his glory. His beautifully toned, tanned and tattooed body really is a huge turn on, that's if Drew can keep his eyes away from the pretty sight going on in between Deneil's legs right now as it constantly bounces around with every thrust. Likewise for Deneil, he loves seeing Drew face on. Not only does he find him insanely attractive but seeing all the looks of sheer pleasure on his face is really rewarding. "Mmmm...fuuuuck...you gonna bust in me, fam?" he asks, hoping that they come together. Deneil can already feel that familiar knot of ecstasy forming in his very core. One thing that Drew may love is that even in bed, he still sounds and acts like Deneil. He doesn't become all submissive, needy and like a totally different person. Sex with Deneil is very much...well, sex with Deneil. The sound of them clapping together as well as violent bed springs fills the entire room.

Even though it doesn't make it better, the guilt and the lies sort of subside now that they have been honest with one another. They should not being doing this to their ladies and they are horrible people for continuing this but the heart wants what it wants. This isn't revenge sex, out of spite or solely just for a cheap thrill. They genuinely do love each other and it's why this is so hard to walk away from. Deneil likes to think of himself as a decent person and if he could just leave all of this behind, he would do it in a heartbeat. In fact, he wouldn't have even given Drew a second glance if something didn't just spark in his mind when they acquainted. They're in deep and it's going to take something drastic to either tear them apart completely and forged them together officially. Either way, there's only so long they can have their cake and eat it too. They tend not to think about that though, hence why they're always acting on impulse and just living in the moment.

Deneil has only ever been with two people sexually in his life. One female and one male. He's not the most adventurous or experienced lover, through no real fault of his own. Drew, however, has slowly been bringing his freakier side out and he's probably noticed a gradual change in Deneil over the months. At first, he'd just lay on his back and let Drew take control but now he is the one setting the pace, becoming more vocal and getting far raunchier and explicit. After the kiss, he could tell that they were going to reach the point of no return. With each thrust, Drew constantly hit the right spot and with great force too. He is so grateful that Drew introduced him to the world of anal sex and achieving orgasms through it. It changed his life for the better. Deneil tries with all of his might to not reach down and jerk himself off, wanting Drew to bring him to orgasm through fucking alone as it's far more intense. Seeing Drew build up and lose it when he finally reaches his climax sets Deneil off too. He indulges in the warm feeling of Drew blowing his load deep inside him, constantly sliding up and down every inch of him and showing no sign of stopping. A few seconds later, Deneil bites on his bottom lip, tilts his head back and grips onto the sheets. His little dick throbs and stands up proudly before he cums, ejecting it out all over Drew's body and some even managing to land on his chin. For a little thing, it certainly goes off. Doing it hands free is just on a whole other level and Deneil feels himself shaking after the insane surge of pleasure rush through his very core. "FUUUUUCCCKKK....FAM!!" Deneil's face just says it all as he slowly raises himself off of Drew. He looks at the beautiful mess they've created and lets out a little chuckle, leaning down and giving Drew a soft kiss. "Wonder how many calories that burnt off?" he giggles then jolts slightly, sitting up as he feels a sudden warmth dripping down his inner thigh. He forgot that they skipped the protection and Drew's load was still in there. "You pass me a tissue, bruv?" he asks, all red faced.

Deneil chuckles and cleans himself up with the tissue, still feeling rather out of breath and riding that high that they built up together. This wild side is only unleashed when he's with Drew and he absolutely relishes in it whenever he gets into that zone. Drew is the only one who knows how to work him up into such a frenzied state. Even though Mandy can get him going, it doesn't come close to the frantic and animal-like side that Drew pulls out of him. After cleaning himself up, he leans over Drew to throw the tissue into the little bin. As he does so, he plants a gentle kiss on Drew's lips as he passes before being pulled in for a hug. "Fam!" he yells out with a hearty laugh as Drew wraps his arms around him. For as hard edged as Deneil can be, there is such a soft and sappy side to him. He loves cuddles and Drew certainly gives great ones. Deneil sinks into the embrace and can't help but smile from ear to ear when Drew nibbles at him. "Feel like doing that all night, bruv?" Deneil chuckles and closes his eyes. The sweetness doesn't last long though as he's brought back to reality with a jolt. Shards of shattering glass cover the bed sheets as a brick comes flying through the bedroom window, the brick landing right between their feet. Luckily Deneil was no longer propped up on the bed otherwise the brick would have connected with him. "FUCK!!! You alright?!"

Deneil turns and follows Drew out of the bed, seeming more angered than shaken after what just happened. Sure, his heart is beating out of his chest but it only took a few seconds for him to piece it all together. Deneil's been having an ongoing war with fellow youths and gang members of this area for...well, his entire life, really. However, with his fame levels rising Deneil has been experiencing more threats and attacks lately. He knows fine well who is behind this. "Mate, it's probably those little pricks again. Been getting me real fucking vexed. Severely. Fuckin' bunch of...AH!!" Deneil winces and he stands on a shard of glass, digging into the bare sole of his foot. Without hesitation, he just pulls it out and leaves the bloodied piece of glass on the nightstand. He pulls on his sweats and his trainers, wasting no time in looking for his shirt, socks or boxers. As long as he's fairly decent, he can head outside. "Nah, fam, enough is enough. That could have fucking hit you. These cunts are getting it..." Deneil storms downstairs and into the kitchen. Whenever he is angered, he becomes a totally different person. The true Khan side comes out. Like Billy, he's either sweet as pie or like a bull seeing red. There's very rarely anything in between that. This is probably the first time Drew has also heard him sounding truly aggressive outside of his rapping style. Deneil's voice goes from high, melodic and comical to very gruff, biting and very intimidating. "These fuckers...I swear..." he says as he pulls open some drawers in his kitchen. Deneil pulls out a hammer before proceeding to his knife block to take out a chef's blade. He casually paces towards the back door, seriously about to head out with a deadly weapon in each hand like it's nothing. Again, this is a truer glimpse of gangster Deneil. It's quite a contrast as he was not too long ago up in the bedroom screaming out, feeling powerless and submissive to Drew's dick and now he's suddenly a hard man, sauntering out into the night to fight with a knife and hammer.

"Yeah fam, I'm fine," he says breathlessly as he rushes throughout the house. Deneil has been in the wars and has broken almost everything that can be broken over the years. His nose has been busted twice in less than 12 months so stepping on a piece of glass is nothing to him. Deneil doesn't stop to think when he's angry. He never does. Whenever he sense that things are going to be heated, he tries his hardest to walk away but when thrown right into the centre of the action, he is ruthless. Armed with a knife and a hammer, it's clear that Deneil is not just going to throw a few punches. He could seriously injure or kill someone out there. He doesn't give a fuck though nor does he care about the consequences for him. When he sees red, that's it. All bets are off. Deneil shrugs when Drew says that he'd replace the floor lamp. It's honestly the least of his worries right now.

Deneil runs out into his back garden and then vaults over a gate which leads into an alleyway that runs behind all the houses in the street. He is surprisingly fast and has never shown off such an athletic side to him before. He cleared that gate like it was nothing. While Drew lags a little behind, Deneil's voice can be heard echoing throughout the alleyway. "Oi!! You fucking little pricks, come here!! You not wanna face me now, bunch of cunts?! Come on then! Come on!!" Two guys dressed in similar white tracksuits come running towards Deneil with makeshift weapons - planks of wood and a bent steel pipe. One strikes Deneil on the back while the other swings from the front. The shirtless rapper doesn't seem to give two shits though. He ducks and dives then punches one of the guys, knocking him out cold with the first strike. Deneil turns to the other guy who is holding up the steel pipe and ready to fight.

Deneil doesn't need any saving. He's taken on more people than this all on his own and has clearly lived to tell the tale. He certainly appreciates it though and gives Drew a little smile as if to say "well done" when he smacks that guy with the lamp pole. This will probably strengthen their bond as Deneil has huge amounts of respect for anyone who has his back in a fight. It's a huge reason as to why he and Billy are so close and not so much Sayyid. Billy would gladly get into the scuffle at the drop of a hat to defend his brother and make sure they are the winning party. Granted, Sayyid would try to stop it and probably phone the police, but Deneil is old school, proper East End London and he settles things with violence. Three more guys emerge from around the corner, all very similar in look again. They're anywhere between 17 and 21, still have enough youthful looks to pass for their ages but clearly live rough and are far from baby faced boys. Only one of these guys appear to be holding a weapon. It's hard to tell in the dark alleyway but it looks like another pipe. He stands in the centre while the unarmed guys are placed on either side. Deneil just shrugs and whips his knife out of his pocket, letting the moonlight bounce off of the blade so that they can see it. "Come on then you fucking mob of cunts. What you fucking got?!" Deneil calls out and slowly twirls the knife in his hand, emphasising that he WILL use it on them. One of the guys actually backs down and runs off into the distance upon seeing the blade. The guy in the centre, however, calls back and hurls a very offensive racial slur towards Deneil, using a truly disgusting word. Deneil just chuckles but is clearly pissed. Deneil just looks at Drew and gives him a look which says "beat his ass for me".

Deneil would well and truly love to be the one beating the living daylights out of that guy, especially after hearing what he said to him, but he knows that Drew would get even more satisfaction from it. Being called that is unfortunately a regular occurrence for Deneil and it pisses him off how people can be so small-minded. He knows that Drew will be more angered though, hearing someone he loves being called such a thing right in front of him. Drew can do the honours and he certainly doesn't hold back. Deneil catches little glimpses of the action but can't focus on it too much as he's fighting the other remaining member. The guy Deneil has also looks like he's of a similar mixed heritage so why he stood for that slur is beyond comprehension. He managed to pull Deneil in by the shirt and clock him in the eye, swinging the rapper into a brick wall but Deneil immediately bounces back and tackles him to the ground. With the attacker down, Deneil wastes no time and starts punching into his face. He's a good few feet away from Drew now but the punches Deneil is throwing are so forceful, the sound of them connecting with the guy's face makes it seem like it's happening right by Drew's ear. Drew is learning just how savage Deneil really is and vice versa. They've gone from fucking around under the sheets to fucking up others out in an alleyway. The thought of how fast the night changed runs through Deneil's mind and he even lets out a little chuckles as he beats the guy senselessly, even smacking him on the back with the hammer to keep him in place when he tried to wriggle free.

"Drew!! Watch out, bruv!!" Deneil suddenly calls out with serious alarm in his voice. Luckily he looked up in time to see the guy who ran away earlier return with a friend and they both seemed to be heading straight for Drew. Obviously the guy Drew is beating on is rather important to their little gang as they don't seem to give two shits about all the others. They both tried to jump and ambush Drew but unfortunately for them, Deneil is fast and spoiled their plans. He rushes over and grabs one of the guys, throwing him into a row of trash cans. This new guy that Deneil is fighting is different from the others. He isn't wearing a tracksuit or hoodie nor does he look of a similar age. The attacker is wearing a red polo shirt and black trousers, looking like some sort of convenience store uniform. The guy also looks a little older and has multiple scars on his hard, long face. Perhaps he's the leader of it all or maybe an older brother? While they scuffle, Drew is left with the guy who originally ran away. He is pretty short and meek but is armed with a little pocket knife which he uses the slash Drew's arm without warning. A smashing is heard in the background. Deneil has been hit of the head with an empty bottle but as he bends down and yells out in pain, he swiftly delivers a low blow to Red Shirt's groin area when he's down there, giving Deneil the upper hand once more.

Deneil has no idea just how violent Drew is being as he is focusing all of his attention on this new face. Even if Deneil really was spectating Drew's brawls, he probably wouldn't bat an eyelid at someone actually being seriously injured or killed. It's not like Deneil hasn't done it before but that's a different story. While he hasn't outright stabbed someone tonight like Drew, Deneil has no idea if some of the guys have dropped down dead further down the road due to severe head injuries. With his sharp blows, devastating rage and a hammer at the ready, Deneil may have caused a few fatal injuries tonight without even knowing. It's just a pity that this guy in the red shirt isn't going down as easy. The rapper knows that this asshole still is no match for him, but he'll take a little longer to defeat. It's like when an enemy levels up in a video game. When Drew calls out after being slashed though, Deneil makes the rookie mistake of breaking eye contact with his opponent. It's only for a brief second in order to make sure his friend is alright but in that tiny moment in time, it allows this guy to grab Deneil and swing him into the brick wall. Flying from one side to the other, his hammer and his knife come flying out of his pockets and land in a dank puddle. He connects with the wall head-on and it does knock Deneil a little off kilter for a few seconds. "FUCK!" he calls out, holding his head which is no doubt split opened now but he has no time to worry about that. "You, you fucking ugly prick, come here!!" Deneil roars, feeling like he really has to prove himself now after that hiccup which could have been avoided. He punches the guy dead on the nose, knocking him right down on his ass and into a puddle. The "gangster", now nursing a broken nose and realising just how mad he's made Deneil, starts to panic and scramble backwards on the ground. Deneil laughs and calls over to Drew; "Oi Westbrook, look at the state of this little cunt. Whimpering and crawling and everything. Shit, fam...you got no dignity?" he says in a very cocky manner, knowing he has this in the bag. Deneil walks closer to him at a very slow pace, looking down at him intensely and prolonging the inevitable savage attack just to put the fear into the guy. As he crawls along the ground, he picks up anything he can lay his hands on and throws it at Deneil in an attempt to fend him off. A few stones, a broken bottle and even a brick are launched Deneil's way but he avoids them and the items that do connect with him don't knock him off his stride one bit. "Gonna have to try harder than that, dickhead!" Deneil laughs and turns to joke with Drew again but sees his friend tending to a bloodied leg. "Mate, you alr..." Deneil is suddenly cut short. A slash of gleaming silver and a spurt of blood stops Deneil in his tracks.

"Shit, shit, shit!!!" yells an unfamiliar voice. It's the guy in the red shirt and he's holding Deneil's knife which is now covered in blood. The rapper had dropped it earlier and in a cruel twist of fate, it has now just been used against him. Scrambling to his feet, the other guy had picked up the blade and swung it out in an attempt to warn Deneil off. It's clear by his reaction that it wasn't his intention to do what he just did. He shakes and drops the knife, watching in horror as everything unfolds in what seems like slow motion. Deneil holds onto his throat and begins to stumble towards Drew. He gives his lover such a distressed and fearful look. One that will surely haunt Drew in his dreams. Deneil just had his throat slashed and is pretty much realising that there's nothing he can do now. This is it. The closer he gets to the man he loves, the more panicked Deneil becomes. "D-D-Dr-Dr-..." he tries to call out but he just stumbles forward and his neck, hand, forearm and chest are coated with his deep red blood. Deneil is frightened but in the space of 5 seconds, he's already accepted his fate. All he wants to do is make it back over to Drew before the inevitable happens.

Deneil was born and bred on these streets and looking at how unwilling he has been to give up this lifestyle, part of him knew that he would probably die on these streets too. There was also the small portion of him that believe himself to be invincible. After all he's endured and survived, Deneil felt like he had this in the bag and was totally untouchable. Now, sadly, he's realising that wasn't the case and all that is on his mind now is his own mortality. Deneil, still as cocky as ever, thinks about how lacklustre this all is. A slashed throat is how he's going to meet his maker? Surely dying in a cinematic looking explosion or taking a bullet for one of his friends would be a more suitable way for him to bow out. Bleeding out slowly in a dank alleyway it is then. The pain isn't as severe as it looks or how he thought it would be. Granted it hurts like hell but with the shock of it all, the lightheaded feeling from the loss of blood and the slow loss of consciousness, the last thing that's on his mind is the pain. Everything else is cushioning the blow. He looks up at Drew with such a helpless expression on his face. Brown puppy dog eyes trying to communicate everything that he can't say. Even though Drew is panicked and has no control over the volume of his voice, Deneil can't really make out a thing he's saying. His head just spins and sounds become all muffled and distorted like he's underwater. All he knows is that he's in Drew's arms and can just about make out his lover's face.

"Dr...D...I..I lo..D-D..." Deneil tries to communicate but he's really in no fit state to be doing anything aside from lay there and bleed out. It also wasn't a wise idea to try to speak as the movement within his throat only made things messier. He stops mumbling only for blood to pour out from his lips, followed by a cough which spurts more blood onto his face. It is a truly horrific scene and the frantic breathing and look of fear on Deneil's face only makes it more heartbreaking. Deneil may have not been the perfect man, far from it, but there are millions more people in the world who deserve to be suffering this fate instead of him. He might have deserved a few slaps and punches at times but never this. Out of nowhere, Deneil builds up this sudden surge of strength and grips tightly onto Drew's shirt while he's on the phone. The extremely powerful grip isn't a good sign as it shows he's literally hanging on for dear life. Suddenly, after a few seconds of intense squeezing, Deneil lets go of Drew and slowly turns his head inwards with his now limp arm falling into a murky puddle by his side.

Long ago, Drew and Deneil had talked about their biggest fears when it came to their relationship and Drew remembered saying that his was Deneil turning up dead and him being the last person to know. This was far worst, he felt. Drew was the first person to see Deneil dance on that fine line of existence and nonexistence and every second of it tore him to pieces. The hardest part had to be leaving Deneil lying on the hard concrete as the paramedics neared. His manager had stressed that he could not be found anywhere near the scene, but letting go of Deneil when it wasn't clear if he'd ever hold him again felt impossible, it was the constant plea in his ear from Anniken that made him do it. He walked away with his back facing his lover and it wasn't long before he was running. The farther he was from Deneil, the less he could wonder whether or not he died every time it got a little too quiet.

Drew had been staying with Nina since. The last thing Anniken wanted was Drew to be alone after what had happened and since Nina was the one who picked him up and closed his wound, it was easier to go to a hotel with her. It was a miracle that she was even in town, she was only here to meet up and work with some new talent and was on a flight back in just hours. Nina was his closest friend, aside from Deneil. They're relationship was more making music and sharing laughs than anything, their deeper connection was unspoken. Everyone he knew either shied away from addressing the rumors surrounding him and Deneil or asked too many questions about them but Nina didn't care. She knew Drew enough to know they were true and ultimately, they often found that they less confided in each other and more reminded each other that there are worse people who are worse off. Last night was entirely different though, Drew was exhausted and thrown all off balance but he was restless. Nina wanted him to talk things out because she knew he wasn't going to sleep and letting his mind run in silence would just make things even worse for him. Drew talked all night, ranted about how late the paramedics were, cussed at his own stupidity, cursed every gang member in London. He talked until all he had left were tears and the cries that came with it. He appreciated her staying up with him for all it, her presence was just enough, until it wasn't. "You think he's gonna be okay?" He said in an unfamiliar small, hopeful voice. Nina shot that down quick. "Don't be naive, Drew. You can't let.. the call.. catch you off guard." 'The call' she was referring to was the quiet report of the fatal news from which ever family member stops crying first. She said it like it was some kind of boogie man, and the tone was fitting.

It felt like years before the news broke but Drew read every article he could find. The first few were vague but after while, they became more detailed. It was a minute before he found one that mentioned Deneil's actual state and while it was still pretty ambiguous, it was clear that Deneil was not dead. It didn't soothe Drew as much as he hoped it would, a peice of him figured that he could be dead and they just didn't know yet, or maybe he could be dying at this very moment. With every article it was harder to believe Deneil was alive, it started to feel like they were building up to a final blow, as if every identical paragraph was just letting him down softly before delivering the bad news. Drew felt Deneil's eerily warm blood leak out of his throat and glide down his hands and arms. He heard Deneil try to make out words, only to choke on his own blood. He had sensed all of the signs of the man he loves dying in his arms and if he wanted to believe Deneil survived, he needed to see it for himself.

Without question, Nina drove Drew to the hospital Deneil was reported to be staying at. They both knew it was a bad idea and really he didn't have the right to just barge in the hospital at such a difficult time for the family but this was the only way. Drew slipped past all security and rushed through the hallway. It was probably so easy because he looked like he could be a patient himself. He was wearing the biggest t-shirt Nina could find and was still wearing his sweatpants, bloodied by his blood, Deneil's blood and.. really who knows who else's. His eyes were heavy with bags and the few hits he took last night started to show on his face. It was more than clear that Drew had not entirely recovered from the trauma of it all, his fidgety hands and lost expression as he trailed through the hospital in a hurry really making him look even more troubled than he already did. Just awful, really. He knew he had made it to the right destination when he caught the eye of one of the Khan brother's. He didn't know which one, his first thought for both of them was obviously Deneil. None of them were even close enough in age to be triplets so how much they looked alike wasn't something you really thought about until you saw them all in one place. He had never officially met any of Deneil's brothers before and Drew knew that his relationship with Deneil was one hell of an introduction, it was no telling how this would go but regardless, Drew's only mission right now was to see Deneil.