Hey everyone! Are you ready to kill me yet with how long it takes me to get out new chapters? I'm way sorry it's taken so long and the fact that this is a short chapter. =( I'm going to be going through finals im the next few weeks and after that I'll be able to write more frequently! I've also been working on chapter 9 and hope to have that out soon as well! So I did this chapter a little differently, it's from Alan and Shane's perspective. A big thanks to Nova, who is always editing and reviewing my chapters, who also needs to start writing again so I can have something to read! Anyway, as always I enjoy comments, ideas, and constructive critiscim. All characters in this story belong to me and the story is my own! This chapter contains some sexual content that is not suitable for readers under 18 years of age (or so I've heard). Without any further ado, here's Chapter 8 of the Road of Life.

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The Road Of Life: Chapter 8 ~ All Is Fair In Love And War

We must be very careful with what we let out of the box, our past mistakes, our faults, they can travel with us and come back to haunt us in our later years. All the mistakes that I had made were going to come full circle, I was wrong to enact my own karma, because in doing so I would receive greater karmic backlash. On a fateful day I would learn that you can't just take your own justice, things like that have to go through time, and sometimes the justice is never really done. To enact your own vengeance; to take justice into your own hands will certainly be cause for karma. I had no idea of the dark future that loomed ahead of me because of the actions I had decided to take. I had no idea of the plots that ran in secret. Schemes I would later come to understand were put into action because of my misdeeds. Every crime committed must be paid for in the end and only the fates can bring upon the justice of each crime. If I had only known, I may have thought twice.

Alan walked down the night covered street, smoking a cigarette that he had stolen from his dad's supply. He thought to himself, plotting with each step he took and gazing on into the dark with cruel, hate filled eyes. Rage boiled within him as the smoke was brought into his lungs. His heart was filled with nothing but pure hate; hate for the world, hate for everything that surrounded him, hate that could not be subdued by simple words or actions. It was a hate that could only be ended by lashing out and destroying the object of his anger. Only.. that thing was actually a person. One person in particular. Maximus Reks Dreeker.

That Bastard, because of him I got cut from the football team! He thinks that it's all rose petals from here on out, but he's wrong. His misery is just about to begin! I have to admit to myself, it was pretty bad-ass of him to burn his old man alive like that, but he's still an asshole. From day one he's been a thorn in my side! Because of what he did to me I'm going to take everything from him. The plan is perfect! Step one, Shane and I fake our becoming enemies in front of that cock-sucker, Max, after that the real fun begins! Even though it means he'll have to do something pretty gross with that fag and make it convincing...'

Thoughts rambled on through Alan's equine skull as he took a drag from his cigarette, his perfect plot of vengeance coming to fruition right before his eyes. Max didn't know it, but Alan watched deviously from afar, making sure all the pieces on the board moved as he wanted them to. He had even watched them during Valentine's, overhearing their sickening, pleasured moans from outside the house. It was unnatural! Two men fucking each other? Absolutely gross! Shane had also been there, though he had left early, probably sick of listening to the two lovers. School had been a drag, without being able to play football, Alan felt useless. Alan walked slowly down the street, deviously planning the execution of his revenge. The plot was complicated, to be sure, but he knew the disgusting mutt would fall for it. Ever since that humiliating day at school, he had reviewed and discarded half a dozen other schemes before settling on this one. It was the perfect attack that would hurt Max the most. He couldn't wait to see that lousy, two-faced faggots expression crumple. Alan made a mental note to bring a camera with him, chuckling. He took a few more drags of his cigarette before casting it away into the empty street. Max would pay for his crimes, Alan would make sure of it.

Alan would burn everything Max loved, prove to the world that he was not one to be messed with lightly. He'd show them all, that you can't poke and prod a sleeping giant and expect to live or leave in one piece. The world would pay for how they had all treated him, they would one day understand his suffering, they would one day all be at his mercy. In time, they would all suffer.

Shane's opinion on this situation was entirely different from Alan's. He himself had his own plan, one Alan knew nothing of. Shane had his own agenda to carry out, his own selfish desire. It almost sickened Shane for Alan to be so hateful, but to each his own. Shane leaned back against the shower wall as the hot water poured over him, his member fully erect. He began to stroke himself as he imagined his secret sexual fantasy. The fantasy that he had carefully hidden from Alan and the rest of the world for all these years, the fantasy he now had the opportunity to live. He visualized it as he planned it, from a harmless kiss that Alan had planned to the full-on bathroom sex that he, himself, had planned.

Shane felt Max's lips wrap around his member, felt Max's tongue caressing gently. Shane placed a few fingers at his entrance and slowly began to push them in as he visualized his secret love's member entering him for a session of rough, unprotected sex. A soft moan escaped the coyotes muzzle as tension began to build in his member. Shane's strokes became more rapid while his breathing began to become a bit unsteady. Shane continued to visualize each thrust, each moment of sex with Max until suddenly Shane's hot seed shot out, splattering against the shower wall as a pleasured sigh and moan escaped his muzzle.

"Ah... Max... I can't wait to finally have you for real.. I'm sorry I was always so cruel to you, but... it was the only way I could escape being beaten by Alan myself..." he took another unsteady breath before he continued, "I only wish you could have seen me, always watching you from afar... It hurt to have to be mean to you. Soon... Alan will get his revenge and I'll finally get the sexual pleasure I've always longed for from you, but been too scared to ask for until now, kind of sneaky and in a small way cruel... but as they say, all is fair in love and war."

Shane spoke mostly to himself, to hear his own thoughts vocalized and remove the last points of doubt from his mind. He took a deep breath before he spoke again, his heart rate finally returning to a normal pace.

"Ah... my sweet Max... I wish it were you and I together instead of you and Andrew. I wish that for once, my own selfish desire could be fulfilled... somehow though, I know you will always love him and never love me... even if I changed completely for you and fought against Alan... even then you would never love me."

A tinge of sorrow showed upon Shane's face as he cleaned himself and the shower up, all the thoughts brooding in his mind. His desire for Max continued to grow, the desire to be loved, the desire to belong to someone, instead of facing the loneliness by himself.

"If Alan finds out, I wouldn't care... just as long as I had you Max... just as long as you were mine, because... if you loved me like you love Andrew, you'd protect me..."

As Shane hopped out of his shower and dressed in his pjs small tears began to fall down his face, the tears of loneliness, the tears of misery and sorrow, the tears of regret and the tears of longing. He wiped the tears from his eyes and pulled himself together before leaving the bathroom and heading to his room. As he drifted off to sleep he imagined lying in his bed next to Max, their bare bodies next to each other sharing the heat.

"I love you Max..." he whispered, as if Max were next to him, holding on to him and responding with an 'I love you too.' His heart felt empty, and it only made his longing for Max stronger.

The Fates schemed. Revenge, love, lust, destruction and desire. Karma rarely forgets and always returns two-fold. It would have been better if Alan had actually died that night, but because Max had spared his life, Alan was about to bring him to ruin. For now, the two lovers Max and Andrew held each other tightly, falsely believing that their worries and troubles were over; unknowing that in life, there are no happy endings. There is only struggle. You fight to get the happiness you have, you lose it and you fight to get it back, again and again. Soon Max will know that he should always be on his guard. For in the eyes of your enemies, truly, All is fair in love and war.