I really don't want to be living with you[END]

Gabe raised his eyebrows, he didn't like the manner Michael had picked up. It was patronising , and it almost seemed as if he thought himself above Gabe. "William never mentioned anything about having the talk with you." He responded in a cool voice, doing his level best to keep calm.

As Gabe talked about William he began to massage the boy's shoulders. He enjoyed doing that, William's shoulders and collarbones felt so nice beneath his fingers, and he knew it helped Bill to relax too. He pressed a kiss to William's cheek, trying to focus on his boyfriend's warmth and sleepy state instead of Michael's rude attitude.

"What right do you have to call me an idiot ?" Gabe narrowed his eyes, he drew a deep breath. Stay calm, stay calm , he repeated to himself, but it wasn't working. He could feel the fury rising inside him like a vicious animal trying to attack.

"Obviously I have thought about it!" Gabe snapped, "I honestly don't know who you take me for." He glanced at William, and tried to lower his voice, he didn't want to disrupt Bill's rest. "I don't think being shy has all that much to do with, he is seventeen Michael. Surely he has watched porn, most other boys his age would have, and they would have been doing so for years."

"And before you start at me, I know porn is not the most accurate representation, but it does give you an idea." Gabe could throttle the other man right now.

The way Michael was looking right now should have caused Gabe to back down. The man looked terrifying but Gabe didn't give a shit. He wasn't easily intimidated, and not when he had himself to defend.

Gabe sprang off the bed, walking hurriedly towards Michael. He jabbed a finger at the man's chest, "don't you dare ever call me an idiot again, Michael, don't you dare." Gabe had not called Michael an idiot and he mentioned this, "you can't say I called you one, you were the one who started this," he scowled.

"Well I'm sorry that unlike you and Bill I can't read thoughts," Gabe growled, his eyes growing dark, suspicious, angry. "Perhaps he blushed thinking about kissing a girl because he is gay , Michael, kissing girls isn't his thing." Gabe frowned, "people can act more innocent than they appear, you don't always know what they get up to when they are home alone."

Gabe was half tempted to punch Michael, but the man was probably stronger than him and he didn't want to sacrifice his relationship with Bill for it. "Not everyone in the world can read minds like you, Michael." His voice was cold, "and really if you are going to read my mind, stop fishing around for dirty things and look around properly. You'll probably find more sustenance in there, than in your own." Gabe still didn't know that Michael could not read minds.

"I," Gabe started, he didn't want to admit they hadn't talked about it all that much, "tried to talk to him about it. I thought he was acting more innocent than he was, I didn't realise at that time how little he knew. Of course I realised afterwards, do you think that I don't berate myself every day about it? I feel guilty as fuck about that Michael, you have no right to use it against me."

" 'No good at all' ? " Gabe repeated. "What exactly do you mean by that Michael? Tread carefully." He warned.

<div align=center>Had the temperature in the room dropped? Or was it that ice cold glare on the teen's face that could probably have made a werewolf stop in it's tracks. He'd pushed himself up to a sitting position over the past few minutes, and was sat neatly with his hands folded in his lap, neither of his friends seemed to have noticed though and he had been watching the spectacle unfold for a few minutes. His gaze locked directly to Micheal's suddenly, and his eyes narrowed. "Please," his voice was so eerily calm that it was just a little bit unnerving to listen to him speak, he tucked a stand of hair behind his ear, and took a moment to fix the other little bits that had stuck themselves up on end. "what were you saying, Micheal?" A dangerous smile crossed his features, though it didn't reach his eyes, and that was the scary part. It was so strange for William to get angry, that anger was more or less a completely void emotion when it came unto him. He didn't shout or throw things around, his demeanor was in fact exactly the same as it was usually, and that was what made it so awful.

"I honestly thought I told you about leaving him alone." William shrugged lazily, glancing very briefly to Gabe, before fixing that freezing cold stare back to Micheal again. He didn't like the way this was happening, it had been a stupid thing to mention and of course Gabriel would flip out. What else would he expect? The way this was playing out in William's mind was that it had been deliberate. Whether that was true or not was a completely different matter. The boy pushed himself slowly, carefully to his feet, shuffled past Gabe and stood level with Micheal. "Do go on, what did you have to say?"

I wonder why you say he doesn't know me at all. He continued, perhaps using his mental voice was a little bit dangerous right now. He was angry. Perhaps it wasn't all that evident, but the storm cloud building up in the back of his mind was ready to burst. His fingers curled slowly into his palms, even that notion was delicate. I'm not sure why you think you're better than him. That horrible little smile came back, and he tipped his head to one side. He was still so calm. But the sudden atmosphere of electric in the room suggested he was absolutely anything but, or perhaps that was just Gabe.</div>

Gabe jumped as he heard William's voice, he had been so focused on Michael he hadn't even realised the boy had woken, then again not even William could sleep through all this commotion. The temperature in the room may not have dropped, but the mood surely had,as William's emotions could influence everyone else's in the room, especially when they were this strong. Gabe turned to meet Bill's eye, he was worried the boy would start giving out to him, but it seemed he was defending him at the moment.

It's okay, Gabe tried to reassure William, you don't have to get mad at him, I don't want you to lose your best friend over me. Sure, Michael was acting out of line, but Gabe was a grown man and he had the ability to deal with it himself. He just wished Bill wouldn't get hurt because of this, but it was most likely going to be Bill who got hurt the most, he'd either lose his best friend or his boyfriend if this went much further. Not that Gabe would even consider leaving him, but he couldn't choose what William would do.

William was absolutely terrifying like this. His eyes were as cold as ice, but his smile, his smile was wide, and that was probably the most frightening part. The fact that he was smiling . It was common to see the boy frown when he got annoyed, but smiling, never. Gabe couldn't help but think about how glad he was to not be on the receiving end of William's scolding, then again it was early days yet.

Yet, as much as Gabe didn't want Bill to lose his friend, he couldn't stop the static flowing around inside him, it was ready to explode and if he didn't find a way to deal with it, Michael's dorm would be up in the air soon enough. "I think perhaps I should step outside," Gabe clenched his teeth, "before I hurt someone." He was terrified, terrified he was going to cause Bill more burns and leave him even worse off that he was now.

"I suppose you blame me for that too Michael?" Gabe snapped, he had tried so hard to stay level but he couldn't resist it anymore.
Gabe felt like he was going to explode, both physically and mentally.

The scariest thing about this whole thing, and the reason why Gabe had remained in the room even after saying he was going to leave is that right now none of the argument seemed to be verbal, neither Michael nor William were saying anything aloud right now, but they were clearing conversing.

'And Gabriel? I can't read minds. The only supernatural thing about me are my wings'. Gabe felt rather stupid after that, but instead of replying he shook his head, "I'm going outside, I'm definitely going outside." He left the room, though no doubt he'd be back in a few minutes once he'd let off some (literal) steam, he didn't exactly want to leave Bill alone in there.

<div align=center>In one swift movement, William grabbed a handful of Micheal's shirt and violently yanked him to his eye level, he was snarling, he was actually snarling. There was a look on William's face that was reminiscent to a feral dog, and a crazy look in his eye to accompany it. He didn't care if Micheal was worried about him. In fact he currently couldn't care less about anything he'd ever said to him, and all of a sudden all he could think about was hitting the other boy as hard as he possibly could, which in fact probably wouldn't be that hard, it was the thought of it though. William was more or less a pacifist, the only time he drastically hurt people was by accident. That had been a long time ago, but he could feel something trying to lash out in the back of his mind, it frightened him just a little, but he disregarded it and held it down. He was angry but he sure as hell didn't want to drive poor Micheal to insanity. "Until seven minutes ago?!"

William hadn't registered that Gabe had done anything wrong, he'd questioned something that Micheal had said, sure. William had heard that part. It would probably be any lover's reaction to something like that, he imagined. "You say he doesn't know me very well," he let out a short, sadistic little bark of laughter, "and I'm wondering if you are being a little hypocritical." William tended to cry more often than not, about things that most people probably wouldn't be reduced to tears by. "I cry all the fucking time." He growled, the grip he had on Micheal's shirt tightening just a little. William didn't think he'd been this angry in a long, long time. In William's eyes this whole situation was entirely Micheal's fault, which was probably why he was as angry as he was. The pressure in his head that wanted to hurt his friend was so overwhelming that it was giving him a headache. William wondered if he should leave, but his feet didn't seem to be cooperating with his thoughts, and instead he bristled up again.

"You think you haven't done things that are so damn stupid you make everyone around you want to scream?" He asked, softly. Sure, Gabriel was an idiot, but the things he did were cute as much as they were stupid. He tried so hard for William, and that was exactly what he liked about him. He'd been trying so hard in this situation to be nice and he'd succeeded up until this point. William liked having someone that tried so desperately to keep him by their side, Gabe's choice to leave the room was probably a good one. William was trying desperately not to use his mental voice. He was ignoring everything that desperately wanted him to use it, and it was proving difficult. He could have unearthed everything that had ever happened in Micheal's life that had made him the slightest bit sad, his mind wanted to render the boy completely and utterly helpless but William wouldn't let that happen. He wasn't going to destroy a person over this. Especially not his friend. "Because you have. And no matter how much you think you help me, you always make it worse. You always have to open your fucking mouth and say something bad about my God damn boyfriend." He paused, drawing a breath. "And you know what? That makes me mad as hell." His grip tightened again, and his arm wrenched Micheal down a little further.</div>

Guilt-ridden Gabe returned to the room, he felt awful for having left William alone with Michael, though in fact he should probably feel more sympathetic towards Michael, as he was the one receiving all the stick, not William, however since Michael was saying unfavourable things about Gabe he obviously did not feel bad for the man at all. After all, he had started this.

That was one of the things that annoyed Gabe the most, Michael could easily have avoided this by not flipping out and bringing up every silly thing Gabe had done against him. Gabe could feel his fingertips frazzling, which was why he didn't make it past the door. He stood there with his hand resting against the side of the door. He didn't think it was too dangerous to leave it there, unless the voltage got really strong it wouldn't cause that much damage, if he shocked the wood.

Besides, Gabe would be lying if he said he'd be upset to see Michael's door ruined. He really couldn't care less about it. Gabe didn't alert the two to the fact that he was in the room, he simply listened.

What is he doing? Gabe frowned to himself, what does he mean by 'no one ever cared enough to scream , he surely can't be trying to turn this around as if it's all about him. As if he hasn't done anything wrong? [/i] Gabe grunted and clenched his teeth again, usually he was one to forgive and forget, but right now, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. Besides, it didn't seem like Michael was looking for forgiveness.

Everything was swimming around in Gabe's head and it was giving him a headache . He didn't want William to get hurt, but he also didn't want his boyfriend to be walked over like a doormat. He loved how Bill was defending him, but he also didn't want the boy to lose his friend. He wanted the argument to cease, but he didn't want to let Michael get away with everything. He was tempted to leave the room again, but he couldn't drag himself away.

Oh my god thoughts are so confusing, Gabe screamed inside his head, how does William deal with everyone elses as well as his own? The poor boy. It was the first time Gabe realised how truly crazy thoughts could drive people, and that's when he realised, Bill was a lot more dangerous than he thought.