James quivered, as Charlie's thick, long cock pushed upwards, the dark head slowly forcing its way through the tight muscular ring that guarded the most sinful entrance to James' body. The muscle tightened, before relaxing enough to allow the head to slide fully into James' hot passage, followed by the well greased shaft, a shaft that with each movement of Charlie's hips, slid deeper into James' bowel, stretching him, filling him, until his hips smacked against James' bottom. Stopping for a moment, Charlie savoured the sensations that spread throughout his body, causing the tips of his fingers to twitch and dig into the soft flesh of James' hips.

He didn't notice the hot tears that ran down James' cheeks, he didn't care anyway. He had wanted James ever since the split, well he'd wanted him before the split, but he would never have made a move on James while they were band mates. But now they weren't and that made James fair game, he had planned the hunt with cold-hearted determination, every move worked out to the last detail. He knew that James always walked along the canal to collect the papers at nine thirty every morning, James may have thought that the meeting that morning was accidental, Charlie knew differently.

Slowly pulling back out of the wonderful heat, Charlie closed his eyes and savoured the way James' muscles clenched at his cock. He enjoyed making love to Camilla, but she was nowhere near as tight as James was. Feeling Charlie withdrawing, James struggled, pulling frantically at the dressing gown cord tying his hands to the headboard, only for Charlie to lean forward and lick at the sweaty skin on his shoulder before biting him hard, causing James to scream, but no one would be able to hear him through the thick cloth that Charlie had gagged him with.

Matt stomped up the stairwell that lead up to James' apartment, angry because the lift was out of order and angry because they had arranged to meet for lunch, and he had been left sat there looking like a right lemon. He would give James a right rollicking when they met up, he wasn't even answering his phone, and Matt was laying odds on him having overslept again. Not bothering to knock, Matt pulled out the spare key that James had given him, and let himself in. Closing the door behind him Matt listened to see if he could hear James, hearing nothing he walked down the passage to James' bedroom, the lazy toad must still be sound asleep in his pit. Grabbing hold of the door handle, Matt pushed the door open and strode in�and stopped.

Charlie didn't hear the door opening, he had his eyes closed and he was groaning as he thrust inside James, his fingers digging deeper into James' hips. Matt stared as he took in the scene in front of him; he took in the bruising, the bite marks, the gag and the rope tying James' hands to the headboard, and Charlie. But the main thing he noticed was the tears.

The first thing that Charlie knew of Matt's presence was when he felt an agonising pain shoot through his body as Matt grabbed his balls, pulling and twisting them hard. It had the desired affect; Charlie screamed and fell forward on top of James, crushing him underneath. Matt reaching out pulled him off of James, dropping him on the floor before he stepped on him as he went to James' rescue. Pulling the gag out of his mouth, Matt rubbed at his back as he gasped and gulped down lungfuls of air. Glancing down at Charlie, Matt carefully aimed a kick and hit him in the ribs. As James' breathing eased, Matt examined the cord around his wrists, it had been pulled too tight to be undone, it would have to be cut and that meant a trip to the kitchen for a pair of scissors, and Matt didn't want to leave James in the same room as Charlie.

Suddenly Matt smiled as an evil thought came to him, getting up from the bed, he pulled the bedding up around James to protect his modesty, Charlie had seen more of James than Matt was happy with. Walking over to Charlie, Matt's smile widened, Charlie stared up at Matt, there was one thing he had learnt during his time with Busted and that was the fact that Matt was extremely good at getting revenge on anyone who hurt those he loved. The smile widened even further, and Matt told Charlie to get out. Nervously Charlie reached out for his clothes, only to find Matt's foot on top of them, looking up, Charlie gulped from the look on Matt's face he would be getting out, but not with his clothes. Leaping to his feet, Charlie grabbed his car keys and fled, with Matt on his heels, yanking the front door open, he fell out on to his knees. Turning round he stared up at Matt, only to be hit in the face by his boxer shorts, scrabbling into them he looked up at Matt and seeing the look on his face he fled, knowing that he was lucky that Matt hadn't kicked the shit out of him.

Shutting and locking the door, Matt made his way to the kitchen to collect a pair of scissors and a couple of tea towels before he made his way back to James. Entering the bedroom, all he could see of James was a lump in the bed with a pair of arms sticking out and fastened to the headboard. Leaving the door open in case James felt the need to flee, Matt approached the bed talking complete drivel so that he wouldn't frighten James. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he carefully lifted the corner of the duvet and smiled when he saw a pair of wide blue tear-stained eyes staring back at him. Pushing the duvet back off of James, Matt cut the gag from around his neck before moving up the bed so he could cut the cord from around the headboard, he didn't want to cut the rope at James' wrist in case he hurt him. Slowly, Matt placed an arm round James and lifted him up from his knees and sat him down next to him, before he carefully unwound the cord from around his wrists.

Standing Matt picked James up and carried him through to the bathroom, he wanted to check James for injuries, but he was afraid that James would be too frightened to allow him to carry out an intimate examination. Sitting James down on the toilet, he reached in and turned on the shower, he knew that he shouldn't let James wash, but he didn't think that James would want the police to know what had happened, he knew that James wouldn't want the world to know that he had been too weak to fight Charlie off, he just wouldn't be able to live with the humiliation.

Helping James into the shower, Matt found his hatred for Charlie growing as he saw the extent of the damage that had been inflicted on James' body. Bruises covered his hips and upper arms, while a mark on his left cheek promised to bloom into another one. Seven bite marks were scattered across the back of his neck and shoulders, but luckily none of them had broken the skin.

Once James had washed, Matt helped him out of the shower and wrapping him in a towel, softly rubbed him dry, taking his time so that he didn't cause James anymore pain. Grabbing James' bathrobe from the back of the door, he helped James into it, wrapping it round him before tying the belt gently round him, before scooping him up into his arms and carrying him through to the front room. He couldn't take James back to the bedroom, if he agreed to it, he would take James home with him, persuade him that maybe it was better if he moved in with him for a while, and maybe if it worked out they could make it permanent. Matt would love it if James would agree to that.

Later that day, Matt sat on the sofa with James snuggled up beside him, his head resting on Matt's shoulder, as they watched a film together. After they had arrived, James had not only told him everything that had happened with Charlie, but had agreed to stay with Matt for the foreseeable future. Matt hadn't said anything to James about it, but he would get revenge on Charlie for what he had done to James, and even if he couldn't do it himself, he had friends who would be happy to do it for him.

Cuddling a sleepy James in his arms, Matt smiled; he loved him and knew that James did love him back, so now he would look after him, for forever if the fates allowed him to.