Many people have their theories about Drew and Deneil. Some of those fanfiction stories and rumours created by bored 16 year old girls present a more solid and stable version of what is actually going on between them. From a tight bromance to a down-low hook-up to secret lovers with faux girlfriends who are paid and all in on it too, all these theories at least give them titles and a point blank description of what they really are. In real life, that's not the case. They haven't decided on a label. They are still indecisive and have conflicted feelings about their arrangements. They don't know if they will ever become something concrete and official as both boys want to have their cake and eat it too. They can't have everything and sooner or later, they will find that out the hard way.



Deneil's tweets last night gave the impression to his followers that he was out and about in London, drunk as hell and struggling to find his house. Parts of that were partially true. He was drunk and trying to find his house but the reason for not being able to track down his warm and cosy bed was due to the fact that he wasn't even in London nor the country. Deneil was in New York trying to find Drew after consuming his own body weight in alcohol. It really wasn't a good idea and especially not after getting high on Vicodin. Rather than tracking down his "friend" in the strange city, he made a mockery of himself on social media, became a popular meme and woke up in a bus shelter. Deneil's life is spiralling out of control just like it was in his teens and Drew is a lot to do with it. Westbrook obviously does not have a direct impact and influence on Deneil's choices but it's the secrecy, confusion and yearning that's pushing the youngest Khan brother off the rails. If he's drunk or high, everything is a good idea and all is happy in the world. When he's left alone with his own thoughts, he starts to think about all the lies he's feeding Mandy and the rest of the world. He remembers how his girlfriend was on the brink of death due to his distance from her. He remembers that it's downright wrong to sleep with a man who is engaged to another woman.

Deneil stumbles up to Drew's apartment, finally sober enough to regain his bearings but still has enough buzz to numb the guilt and all rational behaviour. The good thing about New York is the constant hustle and bustle of it all. Nobody had time to stop, recognise or talk to Deneil which was a good thing considering the state he is in. Not only is he under the influence of God knows what, the guy looks like he's been in the wars. There is a huge yellowing-green bruise around his right eye, the fading remnants of a black eye he was gifted after enduring an alleyway brawl back home. His bottom lip is healing from being burst open from the same fight. Worst of all, on the side of his head just above his left ear is a vivid line of stitches that trail off into his gorgeous thick black hair. He split it open after someone took a broken bottle to it. That could have easily been the end of him. The scary thing about Deneil now is that he's living his old lifestyle but now has the money from his new lifestyle to fund it all.

"Fam...s-special delivery!" he chuckles into the intercom after pressing the buzzer. Drew wasn't expecting a visit but he must immediately know who it is outside the building as nobody around here has that voice. Nobody even back in London has an accent as thick and cutting as Deneil's. It's kind of endearing though as he sometimes has a very aggressive and threatening way about him but his speaking voice always sounds chip and cheerful, like he's working on a market stall, calling out to and complimenting potential customers. It's stereotypical Old London and adorable to a lot of non-Brits due to the way he pronounces certain things.

Deneil smiles at the sound of Drew's voice, finding it instantly comforting and safe. In reality, Drew's presence is actually not all that good for him and even borders on dangerous considering the mindset Deneil has right now. Still, he wants to be with him and nobody else at this moment in time. Mandy is taking some time away for herself and Bilal is too busy with his own life, now married and trying to have more structure. Deneil seems to be an afterthought to everyone right now and he knows that Drew's company will actually make him feel somewhat wanted and appreciated. As he makes his way through the building, he stumbles and staggers until he gets to Drew's door. In his dark jeans and favourite black leather jacket, which is his signature look, he slumps against the door frame and bites on his bottom lip, fighting a huge smile. "Oi! Any cunt home?? There's a package here w-waiting....it's uh....it's not very big though..." Deneil stifles his laughter as he hangs around the entrance of Drew's home. He's clearly in a playful mood which may be a more positive thing as the last handful of times they met, things have been more straight-faced and serious.

"Y-yeah but does a widescreen TV or a sports car come in a small package? Fuck no!" Deneil chuckles and steps into the apartment, looking around the place but not really taking much notice as his vision isn't exactly the best right now. Surprisingly when he walks past Drew, he gives off a freshly washed scent and his usual cologne fills the air. For someone who spent the night out in a strange city and has been drinking non-stop since...July, his personal hygiene still seems to be top notch. It's a Khan thing though. They'll eat from a trash can but dare not do it with bad breath. "I...I forgot I was in the city, fam. I got here yesterday, took a strong hit of some real good shit outside some hotdog and burger place and the next thing I know...well I don't remember." He laughs and sits on the arm of the couch, showing that he's not planning on getting too comfortable. His phone frantically "pings" and he sighs, switching it off. "Been doing that all day, fam. I don't even wanna look. Was in some state last night." Deneil smirks. He seems to be proud and rather boastful of his never ending binges. After all, he's not got much else to be proud of with the way he's been acting lately. Lying, cheating, fighting and even smashing up his studio during another brawl, he's really on a slippery slope right now. "You gonna ask about the face then give me a look of disapproval like everyone else or...?" he says, pointing to his bruised and cut face. Deneil's still a handsome man through it all but if he keeps it up much longer, someone is going to end up smashing those perfect teeth out of his skull. People don't play in Hackney.

"We still talking about dicks?" Deneil asks, raising an eyebrow and laughing at the mention of remotes and keys. His head is all over the place at the moment and he tends to lose concentration easily. A whole combination of sleep deprivation plus alcohol and drug abuse don't really do wonders for his attention span. "Mate I had n-no other choice but to get it on the streets. I couldn't come into the country with my own stuff. Already get enough weird looks in the airport on account of the Asian persuasion, fam." Deneil laughs softly, flashing a perfect smile and reaching out to take the glass of water from Drew. He gulps at it, enjoying his first non alcoholic drink in ages. "Bruv, I didn't wanna get on the phone and worry you when it happened. I...didn't even tell anyone actually...come to think of it. Not like people need to worry about me, though. I'm good, fam." It would be a lot more of a convincing statement if he weren't all beaten and bruised, holding a glass with a slightly shaky and cut up hand. He kicks off his shoes and looks around the room just taking in how Drew lives and his taste in decor. Deneil immediately feels at home despite him only ever being here once for a short visit. Drew's natural scent and his aura just fill the place and put Deneil right at ease. "I uh...can't remember much of last night but I know I was on a mission to get here. I...I kinda have the feeling that you wanted to see me too..." Deneil looks Drew up and down, smiling softly as the person standing in front of him makes him feel so warm and secure. Deneil's doing all that he can to stop himself from lunging over and hugging Drew, just wanting to be held by him. Although, if his suspicions are true and Drew was really hoping for him to come over, Deneil may not need to control his urges for much longer.

Deneil shuffles a little closer to Drew when he sits down on the couch, finding it rather normal and comforting to be up close and personal with him. He's so used to being in close contact with Drew, he doesn't believe that his friend would find it awkward and want him to back off so he's out of his personal space. What would be out of the norm is a big distance between them as their relationship has always been very much full-on and intense. Their legs are now touching and Deneil has his arm placed behind Drew, resting on the back of the couch. "I probably won't get any more gear until I'm back home anyway, bruv. So don't worry, I ain't gonna OD on you." Deneil chuckles and finds himself reaching out and touching Drew's back, playing with the material of his shirt. It's nothing sexual but two guys don't really touch like this without permission so it's clear he's still not opposed to getting his hands on Drew. He notices the look Drew gives him and in that moment, Deneil feels more elated than he has done over the last few months. It was a look that showed he cares. One that worries, genuinely has an interest in him and knows him. He's been so neglected as of late and has even been doing it to himself. Drew's look and what he goes on to say truly melts him. "I just thought...you'd be too busy with the wedding and stuff. I'm not...I'm not your number one...and rightfully so. Felt like there was no need to unload shit like that on you. Can't worry Mandy with her state of mind either. Then there's Billy, who just got married and is playing the role of Stepford Husband now. He's getting his life on track and if I brought my baggage to his door...it wouldn't be fair. I just...got beat up, stitched, sent home and had a cup of tea." Deneil forces a limp smile. "I uh...got stabbed too, well slashed actually. Nothing serious." Deneil has been stabbed and seriously wounded before so having his arm slit in a scuffle was nothing to him. To others though, it's very serious and extremely frightening. He's literally out in the streets, brawling with guys who have deadly weapons. Deneil finally takes off his jacket and as he does so, he hears that Drew was thinking about him last night. It was like music to his ears. It isn't even the sexual undertones of it that strikes a chord with Deneil but rather the fact that someone was even thinking about him. "Well, I'm sorry I couldn't make it last night but..." Deneil exhales and looks up at the ceiling before turning to face Drew again, his brown eyes glistening, "...Could I possibly stay here tonight?"

Deneil takes a sip of water and tilts his head back on the couch, relaxing with Drew. This is the most mellowed out he's felt in a long time. It's not exactly a tranquil getaway with deep tissue massages and soothing whale calls playing in the background but the chilled vibe is really helping Deneil wind down. Up until now, most of his waking moments have been filled with paranoia, guilt and anger, not to mention the hype brought on by all the chemicals he ingests. "I don't know, I just feel like I burden people and...I shouldn't have to rely on others to help me out. I'm a grown man. I have my own place, a career...feels like a step backwards turning to my big brother for help when I need it." Like a typical Khan, Deneil's pride seems to get in his way. While he can openly admit when things are going wrong, he'll refuse help and will feel inadequate and less of a man if someone else has to help him out of the hole he's in. "If I do call you, or someone else does on my behalf, and you find out that I'm all cut up or worse...what would you do?" Deneil doesn't mean to put Drew on the spot. The question just slipped out but he's glad that it did. It will give him a very rough idea of how much he cares about him at the least. "Well when I said 'rightfully so', I meant that I'm really not the one you should drop everything for and with good reason, too. I'm not the one you're marrying. I don't even have a title like 'boyfriend'...or even 'bit on the side'. I'm just Deneil. I can't ever have a title because we're both in relationships and that would just be wrong on so many levels. Ironic because 'wrong' hasn't stopped us in the past." Deneil gives a limp smile, looking right at Drew. It's as if to say that it's alright to come second to Tisha but, in a perfect world, he wishes things were rather different.

"Thank you, mate." Deneil knows that staying here could potentially open up a huge can of worms but it's better than being alone in a hotel room in a strange city. It's safe here with Drew. It's welcoming and fun, not to mention the eye candy that comes with it. Although he fights it, Deneil can't help but melt when he sees Drew. It doesn't hurt to look, right? "You sure you can handle a night with me?" Deneil asks with a little laugh, resting his head against Drew. It was a playful remark about him staying over but Deneil is also well aware of the sexual undertones his statement has. He lets his chuckle run its course before closing his eyes and just resting against Drew.

"Some burden. I hate you feeling like that but I guess it's my fault for you having to be all alone like this. I wanted to call and stuff but I was trying my best to avoid you. To think if I didn't, I probably could've prevented you from getting hurt. I'm real sorry about that. If you don't want to call people for everything little thing, I'll just call you first." Drew nodded to himself, determined to do just what he said from now on. Most of the time, they'd just use the phone for a booty call so it couldn't hurt to actually check up on Deneil. When asked what he'd do if Deneil was seriously hurt, Drew took a second to think. "If you died? I mean.. I'd be mad, at whoever did it and you too. And then I'd just be sad. Nothing hysterical, just something very low-key that'd haunt me for a long time.." He paused. "The worst thing would be that no one would even call. I'd be left to find out over Twitter or something." In the end, that was the fate of their ambiguous relationship. Drew was sure that though it seemed impossible they'd eventually fade out of each other's life and one of them would be scrolling through the endless web and find out the other has died. It made him feel like shit just thinking about it. How was he supposed to be there for Deneil when he'd be the last person his family would call if something happened to him. His thoughts continues as Deneil's answer to Drew's question just confirms everything in his head. He doesn't reply, just sits there listening and looking at him.

Drew snaps out of his feelings when Deneil lays his head on him. He throws his right arm around him, his hand slipping under Deneil's shirt and feeling on the bare skin of his lower stomach. It was quite obvious that this visit was no longer one between 2 friends. "Could I? You haven't forgotten about that night on top of my car already, have you?" Drew said, his breath only inches away from Deneil's neck.

When Deneil said he wasn't planning on dying anytime soon it made Drew perk up a bit. Deneil probably didn't mean anything by it, but after their last talk where Deneil admitted to having suicidal thoughts, the small comment gave him just a little relief that his friend wasn't fully in that state of mind anymore. It would be one thing for Deneil to die in some random bar fight but to know he was in so much pain that he decided to take his own life was a whole other. Hearing that Billy knew about them made him feel just a little better too. "Oh..you did? What did he, uhh.. say?" Drew didn't know much about Billy or, he guesses, Bilal outside of celebrity gossip, but he always thought that if if Deneil's brother knew about the 2 of them he would've showed up to Drew's place mad and swinging. He wasn't entirely sure why he thought 2 grown men being together would warrant that kind of reaction but it just sounded like something that would happen. Either way, he was happy that it didn't and from what Deneil was telling him, he was even a bit understanding. After all the talk about death, Drew started to wander himself what Deneil would do if the shoe was on the other foot. "What about me?" He asked.

Drew unravels Deneil from his arms slowly, listening as Deneil suggests that he should go take a shower. "Cologne? You didn't even bring anything with you. Why do I have the feeling you just got drunk in the middle of the night and hopped on the first flight here?" A small laugh trailed off as he watched as Deneil get up, biting his lip and looking as irresistible as ever. "I'll go grab you some clothes." Drew said, quickly getting up from his couch. He more said it to himself than he did to Deneil, as if looking for an excuse to follow him into the bathroom. Drew walked over to his room and pulled out the first pair of sweatpants, boxers and a t-shirt that he came across out of his drawer. He walked right over to the bathroom, taking the door being wide-open as a sign that he was welcome but still lightly knocking on the doorpost. Watching as Deneil got undressed, his eyes traveling over every inch of Deneil's bruised body.

"Here's some fresh clothes.." Drew said, walking over to the toilet and setting them down on top of the seat, all while managing to not take an eye off of Deneil. Watching Deneil's toned body stand under the shower was like a magic trick, each droplet mesmurized Drew, causing him to just stand there and watch as the water hit him and the steam rose up. He wanted to take in everything about this moment of seduction, all that talk about death and who knew, this could be the last time either of them will ever get to see each other like this. Closing the door behind him with his hip, Drew took his own shirt off, slowly walking toward the shower. Things suddenly got hotter and Drew wasn't sure if it was the steam from the shower suddenly getting locked in the room or if it was because he would finally get to touch Deneil again tonight. Drew had all of his clothes off in a matter of seconds, not warning Deneil when he stepped in the shower behind him, who was still turned around completely. He just got closer, gently rubbing the water that he just watched trickle down Deneil's body down even further. The water hit his own face, but he didn't bother wiping any away, he was too busy enjoying having Deneil in his arms yet again.

Deneil comes back from some late night errands, hoping that Drew is back home in his old condo but alas, the rapper is still nowhere to be seen yet. Deneil had sent Drew a text message stating that they needed to have a talk. After what happened with Tisha and everything hanging in the balance, they had to have serious talk. He has no idea where to begin but things have to be said, regardless. That text message was verging on three hours ago though. A handful of phone calls haven't been accepted either. Deneil hopes that Drew will eventually show his face tonight. Unless he decides to pay for a hotel room, Drew is most likely to come back here to crash as the place he had with Tisha looks like a war zone. Deneil has also been staying here, making himself at home, hence why he was just out buying things to stock up the fridge as well as a few bottles of beer, cigarettes and a medium pizza. He has no idea what mood Drew will be in. If he wants to eat with him, have a few beers and put the world to rights then great! If things turn sour though...fuck it. Deneil's still eating that damn pizza and drinking those beers because this city is expensive, which he found out to his horror at the cash register.

"Come on, mate..." he says to himself, looking at his watch as he sinks into the couch. He's wearing his favourite black leather jacket again, dark blue jeans and scuffed up black Air Jordans. Deneil can't even be bothered to take his jacket or shoes off because part of him feels like he may not be spending the night here if Drew's not in the best mood. There's also the possibility that he may have to go hunting for Drew himself if he doesn't reply or show his face soon.