Authors notes: Thank you to all my reviewers. I wanna say It's Not Over, a recently uploaded story here on LPF by Vampire Princess-I co-wrote it, it's an awesome story and if you didn't read it before it got deleted a while back do so now, it's Bennoda.

Anyhoo I wanna say a special thank you to Vampire Princess for sticking through writing the story even through suspensions, delegating and so much more. Special hug for you hun *glomp* this chp is dedicated to ya ^.^

Lady Shinoda: Wow you really hate his dad don't ya hun ^^, well at least you liked the chp

BlackFairy: Hun I hate to dash your hopes but you're gonna have to wait a while on the feelings front XP

.:=Miss-Gah-gah=:.: Yea, I wanted to get the whole idea in that Chester's home life was never easy. His mother just pushed him and his dad was an alcoholic and yet he turned out to be so nice ^^ Glad you like this, the phone thing was a suprise even to me XP *hugs back*

Vampire Princess: Aw thanks hun *hug* Really happy you like this ^^

lplover22: Yea everyone was worried XP This chp? I'm really nervous about it, I don't know how people will react

Drakanaa Byzanthum: Yeah I like suprises. A girl on another site asked if I just liked to shock people for the hell of it XP Say anything? I never heard of them, should go look ^^

axl adamic: Yeah, Mikey's been a bad boy *giggle* Glad you liked hun ^^

TYshangshan: Yeah, Mike has a guilty little pleasure XP The agency will just cover it in makeup and...well lets say Mike has other things on his mind in this chp ;) Thankfor the comment hun, means so much!

Vixenla: Thanks for the comment hun, glad you're into the story!

Dannielez -chan: Heh, I thought people were loosing interest with the last chp but this one's been picking up ^^ Thanks for the comments hun *glomp* Good luck with your science hun

NalaNyaSilmaRyl: Yuss, Mike is kinky XP Well here's the next chp hun ^^

stefy: Yea but chaz can be sued if he goes overweight so remember thatXP. Yea, Mike should try get a boyfriend, if only he or Chester could confess XP

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Two days passed and Mike hadn't heard from Chester. He didn't understand. He thought, despite the phone call, that they had left on a good note so why didn't he call?

'You sound like his fucking boyfriend.' Mike thought to himself, sighing as his fingers ran through Judy's soft hair. He resisted temptation to grab his cell and ring Chester but he didn't want to seem needy. There was something about Chester. As much as the model made him feel secure he also made him feel foolish. He just wanted to impress his friend so much. Chester never placed any pressure on the youth to be perfect but Mike felt a constant need to be good enough to hang around with the model.

For the last two days Mike's only companion had been his beloved dog. His friends had all been busy with excuses of work and girlfriends, leaving him alone with only his expensive cell phone bill and his pet. Playing with Judy the last few days had been his act of sanity. He understood she wasn't to be treated like a normal dog but she was just too sweet. He couldn't help but spoil her.

It helped as a way to attract conversation. Judy attracted kids, kids who had parents willing to chat if only to be polite to the blind guy who's dog kept their children entertained. Mike spent his time outside, allowing Judy to run around while he spoke to neighbors. Many of these people were older than him and spoke of boring adult matters like politics and money problems.

As much as he craved conversation from his surrounding peers Mike would always be glad when they left along with their depressing conversations. Now Mike sat on the grass of the flat's garden. Seeing as how the block held so many people the grassland surrounding it was an impressive three acres. Well kept flower beds, shrubs, trees and bushes brightened up the area. The smell was fresh and the light sun warmed Mike's face as he ripped a stray leaf from a bush to shreds.

He shifted his position on the grass, still sitting as he heard Judy bound about playfully, followed by a gaggle of giggling children. Mike sighed and lay back on the dry grass. Green blades tickled his ears as the soft breeze whipped across his face. He wished he had a friend around.

It was Sunday. Brad wouldn't be working today but he could be with his latest girl Maire. Mike bit his lip. Brad had been fucking the girl for a week, surely getting bored by now. It couldn't be too much of a big deal if Mike lied just a little to get him come over.

Forming a plan he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell, searching for Brad's number.

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Chester had meant to call Mike, truly he did but he had been so busy. First of all his cell died just as he about to call the artist. When he was about to recharge Rob drove over to take him to the dreaded weigh in where they happily told him he had lost three pound to Chester's secret dismay. They also noticed his impressive bruise and insisted the youth wear a lot of make-up constantly to hide it from the press.

Once that torture was over Chester was set to get home, charge his cell and ring Mike when Rob insisted on them going on a bender for the evening.

The next morning the model woke with a blank memory in a strange hotel room along with two women, obviously prostitutes who-he was happy to say-told him they did nothing with him but that he simply passed out as they preformed with his friend Rob who was handcuffed to the bed.

After sobering up Chester lectured Rob on the fact that he was married which the youth only half listened to before he recalled the dead cell in his pocket, screaming out to ring Mike. Once he was dropped home by the cab he found a friend Jenna waiting outside his home, pissed that the youth hadn't come to her birthday celebration yesterday. Chester apologized only to be dragged away from his home and charger by the persistent female who insisted as payment Chester bought her dinner and dancing.

When Chester finally got home he collapsed on his bed and slept, not only into the morning but until two pm. He was woken by a phone call from someone very unexpected.

"Muh?" He muttered into the currently charging cell phone.

"Chester Bennington?" A voice he didn't recognized asked.

"Yuh."

"This is Brad Delson." Chester wrecked his head, searching his memory for someone with the name Brad. It clicked slowly with sleepy recognition. Mike's friend.

"Oh..." He was unsure what to say. How did Brad get his number? He rarely gave it out and Mike didn't come across as the kind of male who would do that.

Brad shifted awkwardly on the end of the line. He wished Chester wouldn't ask about him having his number, what was he to say? The truth? 'Terrible sorry Chester. I robbed it off Mike's cell so I could impress women with it.'

"Mike's friend." Brad stated, hoping that a change of conversation would avoide the question.

"Yea I remember." Chester rubbed sleep from his eyes and yawned loudly. "I'm sorry but..." Another yawn. "What do you want?" He heard a sign.

"Well it's Mike." Chester didn't like the sound of the way Brad said that. What was wrong with Mike. "I was just wondering if you were in any way close to his house?" Chester growled, of course he wasn't but if something was wrong with Mike then he's make sure he was in quick time.

"Why?" He asked.

"Oh...it's probably nothing he apparently had a bad fall. He said he hit his head." Chester's heart leapt.

"Does he need to go to hospital?" Instantly Chester was up, searching for trousers in his walk in wardrobe. He placed the cell on loud-speaker as he pulled a long sleeved Atticus tee shirt over his head.

"Well he said he doesn't and..well I'm not nearby but I know you two are friends." There was something almost like guilt in Brad's voice. This could be because while ringing Chester to check on Mike Brad was with Chelsea, his latest conquest after Maire who he dumped an hour ago. Brad felt bad about blowing off Mike for this girl but she was hot and Mike probably wasn't that hurt. He knew Chester was actually further from Mike's house but with Chelsea sucking on his neck that fact was shoved to the back of his mind.

"Sorry if this is an inconvience." Brad stated. He suddenly became stunned when he heard a car start on the line.

"I'll be over at Mike's ASAP." Mike informed Brad before abruptly hanging up as he drove out of the driveway.

Chester couldn't describe why he felt so worried but the idea of Mike being hurt in any way terrified the model beyond belief. He hated it. He had to get there, just to make sure he was ok. He would insist the youth should go to the hospital, just to get checked up.

Chester didn't even turn on the radio which usually was a necessity when he drove alone. He was set on getting to Mike's. He cursed silently. He should have made a point of calling Mike, maybe they would be hanging out now instead of Mike possibly being hurt.

With traffic it took Chester a grueling thirty minutes to reach the road to Mike's apartment block. He was frantic. All his time stuck in traffic lights he worried desperately about Mike. Now that the apartment block came into view he felt the knot in his stomach loosen slightly at the prospect of seeing his friend.

He pulled into the driveway in a loud skid, driving a little too fast. He looked out the window, keen to find somewhere to park when it happened.

There was a loud thump and Chester flung forward, pressing down on the break furiously as someone screamed. Chester fell back onto his seat, damage diminished thanks to his belt. Instantly he looked to where the scream came from and saw a bunch of children standing on the grass, some crying.

His heart gripped. He couldn't have hit a child. Jumping out of the car he felt his heart thump as he ran to the front. It wasn't a child but that didn't stop the scream from Chester's lips.

"JUDY!" He unexpectedly screamed as he say the dog laying lifeless by the car wheel. Her eyes were shut and her golden fur was matted with crimson blood. Chester ran over and fell to his knees. "No!" The beautiful dog was unmoving and not breathing. Chester felt tears fall from his eyes as he placed a hand on the dogs head, her face untouched by blood.

The tears flowed freely, heart gripping and stomach sick. Judy, Mike's pet, friend and guide for seven years and in only a week of knowing the male Chester had taken his most loyal companion away from him.

"Judy c'mon girl." Despite himself Chester nudged the dog, wishing for her to stand, lick the blood clean and bound off to find Mike.

"Chester?" The model looked over his shoulder to see Mike stand up off the grass, oblivious to what was happening. "Chester is that you?"

"Mike." Chester paused, looked to his feet at the saddened sight before his eyes could meet Mike's distant ones. For some reason he rushed over, running passed the children and flinging his arms around Mike. "Mike I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I've done a horrible thing. I'm such a bad person."

Mike's heart gripped and his stomach flipped as he felt Chester's arms around him. He raised a hand to the youths cheek, feeling the wet tears.

"Chester. Oh my god are you ok? Are you hurt?" His hands cupped Chester's cheeks. "Chester what's wrong?" Chester hiccupped and rubbed his face into Mike's shirt, tears transferring.

"I'm sorry!" Was all he could say. "I-I'm sorry Mike." Mike's hand rest on the youths back, he patted it.

"Chester, calm for a minute. Please. Are you hurt? Is something wrong?" Chester looked up to his friend, eyes wide and shining with tears.

"J-J-Judy!" He sobbed. "Judy Mike...I'm so sorry." Mike felt slightly fearful.

"Chester please calm...what happened to Judy?"

"I t-thought you were hurt." Chester tried to explain. "B-Brad called m-me and he said you w-were hurt." Chester hiccupped, burying his face in Mike's shirt again so the rest of his words became incoherent. Mike pulled his face away.

"Chester?"

"I hit her!" The confession came suddenly, hitting Mike like a bullet to the chest.

"W-what?"

"With my car, I'm sorry Mike. I'm so, so sorry!" Mike was frozen, this couldn't be happening. Chester continued to cry but Mike took his hand in a firm grip.

"Take me to her." He commanded rather than begged. Chester lowered his head and took Mike to his Lamborghini which rest in the middle of the car park. Once they stopped Mike slowly got to his knees and his shaking hands reached out to feel the once soft fur, now matted with wet blood.

There was a moment of silence before a sob escaped Mike.

"Judy?..." His voice cracked as he sniffed loudly. "Oh my god." Chester watched as Mike drew the beloved dog close to his chest. Chester cried, biting down on the sleeve of his shirt to muffle the noises. Mike rocked his dog back and forth, cradling her.

It could have been assumed this was just attachment that turned Mike into such a wreck but Chester knew better. Mike was dependant on Judy. For seven years she had been his companion through his disability, always by his side, more loyal that his human friends.

That's what made it so much worse for Chester.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as Mike sobbed. Mike shut his eyes. He knew it wasn't Chester's fault, he knew it was an accident but that didn't stop the hurt in his chest. His dear dog, beloved companion, gone and it was all his fault.

It was a woman close by who approached the two upset men with a frown on her face.

"I'm sorry." She patted Chester's shoulder, he spun around to face a faint look of recognition but the woman shook it off. "I was wondering if maybe you could tone down your grief?" Chester gazed wide eyed at the woman, appalled by her blatant statement. "There are children here and we can't do with you both scaring them with your crying."

Chester looked from the woman to Mike, struggling to find words. She caught him looking to Mike and sighed, lowering her voice.

"I understand Mike needed the mutt but seriously. Grow up the two of you. You're both grown men." Resisting temptation to hit her Chester gently gripped Mike's shoulder, encouraging him to stand.

"C'mon Mike." He said. "Let's get you inside." Mike nodded, still clinging Judy to his body as the woman looked to Chester's car, parked int he center of the park.

"Your car..."

"My first concern is Mike." Chester hissed. "And his happiness. Not the fucking car. This is a big car park, people can drive around it now fuck off." Chester glared and walked away, holding onto Mike, leading the shaking male to his apartment door. They stopped outside, Mike still clinging to Judy's now lifeless body.

Chester gazed saddened towards his friend.

"Mike I'm sorry.."

"I have to bury her..." Mike knuckled away tears. "I'm gonna...gonna have to..."

"Later." Chester rested a hand on his shoulder.

"N-no...I need to..." Chester sighed and griped both of Mike's shoulders, the youth was crying, tears falling along his caramel flesh. Flushed cheeks and shining eyes, all Chester wanted to do was hold him but he couldn't. He gazed at the deceased dog, guilt eating him up all over again.

"Where can I find a shovel?" Chester asked, keen to help Mike in any way asked of him. A small, sad smile escaped Mike but he lowered his head as his hand stroked Judy's fur.

"In the shed out the back of the complex." He muttered without a single stutter. He was well aware that his clothing was now covered in blood and fur but he didn't care. Poor Judy, poor, poor Judy.

It took about an hour but Chester was filling in the hole in the corner of the large park surrounding the apartment block. Mike was kneeling beside where Chester claimed his dog was being buried. Silent tears running down his face.

"It's only a dog." He tried to assure himself quietly, knuckling tears away. "J-just a dog, don't be getting upset." But Judy wasn't just a dog, she was his dog, his companion, his best-friend. She never blew him off for sex like Brad. Chester heard Mike's muttering and walked over, resting a hand on his friends shoulder.

"It's ok man." Mike nodded and stood, wiping tears away.

"T-thanks Chester...so much." Chester had one beyond in manually digging Judy's grave and Mike appreciated it. It was never taken into consideration that Chester had hit her. Mike blamed himself. He shouldn't had faked being hurt to Brad, then none of this would have happened.

"Man I owed it to you. I feel so horrible."

"Don't..." Mike stood up and sighed, resting his hand upon Chester's which was still on his shoulder. "I...I need to get inside."

"C'mon then." Chester took Mike's hand in the two of his, happy to lead him to his home. Right now if Mike had to have asked Chester for a blood diamond straight from Africa Chester would have been on the first plane there.

As bad as he felt Chester could only marvel at how he never wanted to let Mike's had go. The two of them together were such an unlikely pairing but Chester knew in his heart it was right. Mike was the only person who was able to see him for him rather that what he looked like and Chester was fearing he was loving the male for that.

Mike was in a similar yet different line of thought. Grief for Judy was mixed with confusion concerning Chester's tender touch. It lit a fire in his stomach that was impossible to extinguish but they were a world apart. It was like this terrifying new divide seperated them from one another. Chester was beautiful, Mike couldn't remember how he looked. Chester was a model, Mike was a failed artist. Chester was famous, Mike found it hard to get his supposed best friend to hang out with him for five minutes. Chester was amazing, Mike was nothing.

Chester refused to leave Mike's side all day. He cooked for him, helped him around, did everything Judy had done and more. Mike was sad about his guides passing away but Chester found effective ways of occupying his mind with talk and laughter. It was late now and they were in Mike's sitting room.

"Mike..." Chester was unsure if the subject was still tender. "You do know I'm so, so sorry right?" Mike nodded.

"I know Chester."

"I mean...Judy...she was a great dog. I loved her loads and I'm guilt ridden." The male nodded again. "I wanted to offer you something...I want to buy you your next dog." Mike gazed in his direction.

"Chester you don't have to."

"I do! I mean it and tomorrow we're going straight to...wherever those dogs trained and we're getting you the best one there." Mike smiled lightly and bowed his head.

"Thank you Chester...I mean...you went above and beyond today. You didn't have to put up with me all day." Chester smiled fondly at Mike.

"Mike it's no problem in any way." He grinned, quite the contrary. Chester enjoyed today immensely. He simply adored minding Mike. Helping the youth made Chester feel complete, the entire day all he wanted to do was care for him. Chester smiled to himself as he realized that he would gladly give up his modeling career in order to take care of Mike like that.

"Well thanks. I'm sorry for keeping you here anyway. I'm going to bed now if you wanna head." Chester laughed suddenly and rested a hand on Mike's shoulder as the youth cautiously tried to make his way to his bedroom alone.

"Idiot! I'm not leaving you." Both smiled slightly as Chester's hand slipped into Mike's. They were both silent as they walked to the bedroom. Chester held his breath, he had never seen the inside of Mike's room before and there was a level of excitement as the youth opened his room door.

The room was simply white. Everything was precisely placed and perfect. A small oak cabinet and matching wardrobe rest beside a large, satin sheeted bed.

Mike walked into the middle of the room to his bed where a pajamas lay. Chester leaned against the door and smiled at Mike carefully picking up the bed clothes.

"Do you need help changing?" Chester asked, half fearing and half praying for the youth to say yes.

"No I'm fine." Mike blushed madly as he took his shirt off. Chester bit his curled index finger to suppress a gasp as Mike's beautiful caramel flesh became exposed to him. A groan caught in his throat as the muscles in Mike's back flexed and he stretched. He was so beautiful. "You ok Chester?" The youth suddenly became aware that Mike was looking back at him. He considered saying nothing to lead on the youth to think he had left and staying on to stare as Mike stripped but his conscience got the better of him.

"Course dude." He smiled. "I-I'll let you get changed ok?" And with that he shut the door. Chester sighed and shut his eyes. He could feel his heart thud against his chest and his palms become sweaty.

'Fuck!' He thought to himself, feeling arousal stir in his body. 'Fuck he's just so...ohh my god!' Chester gazed at the door, eyes filling with frustrated tears. That was criminal. No man should look like that, Mike was simply too beautiful. He made Chester-the supposed most beautiful man in the world-feel pale in comparison.

Chester's tears weren't of jealousy. They were of upset that he could never have Mike the way he wanted him.

Soon Chester was sure Mike was finished getting dressed. Gently he knocked on the door, announcing that he was coming in.

Mike was sitting on the bed, gorgeous chest still bare and a dark blue PJ bottoms on. He smiled towards Chester tiredly as he pulled back his bed sheets, ready to get in for sleep.

"Chester seriously. Go home I'll be fine." He smiled, settling himself under the sheets as he gazed blankly towards Chester. The model shook his head and sighed, walking towards Mike.

"No way dude! I'm in debt to you and because of that you are subjected to me until we get you a new dog. No exceptions!" Mike couldn't help but smile but there was one problem.

"I only have one room." He stated. "I don't have a spare one, just this one and this bed." Chester couldn't help the smile that crossed his lips as he pulled half the covers back and sat beside Mike.

"Then this will do." He stated as he slipped off his shoes and got in, fully clothed under Mike's bedclothes. Mike sensed the sudden weight change to the bed and his heart leapt. Chester Bennington was laying beside him in his bed, ready to sleep the night. Chester Mutha-fucking Bennington!!

"C-Chester..." Mike didn’t know what to say. 'Please Ches don't cause if you do I think I might molest you in your sleep.'

"No exceptions!" Chester stated quietly, leaning forward and whispering the words in Mike's ear, making him visibly shiver. Chester then took a shyly bold move in kissing Mike's cheek fondly and stating goodnight, laying back on the bed, facing away from Mike who was now caressing his cheek.

Chester shut his eyes, cussing himself silently. Shit! Why did he have to do that?

But the answer was obvious. Just to know what that heavenly skin felt like beneath his lips. He licked them and closed his eyes.

Delicious!

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Authors notes: I wanna take this point to say YOU'RE ALL EVIL!!!

One of the main things of this story was that Judy died, therefore bringing Mike and Ches closer but what happened? Every second or third comment had something about Judy. How adorable she was, how cute she and Mike were, how great Chester was with her! It was so hard! You weren't supposed to love the dog that made this hard to write XP I love Judy but knowing others did too? It basically made this hell to write :(

Next Chapter: Chester shut his eyes tightly and spent most of the night with his back to Mike, trying to occupy his mind with thoughts that didn't include him being tied to the bed by pink handcuffs with Mike striped naked, pounding into him making him bleed and scream in pleasure.

"Fuck!" Chester whispered, cursing himself as slowly, for the third time tonight he silently slipped out of Mike's room and headed for the restroom where he could take care of his redicliously persistent problem.

So will Chester give into temptation XP R/R to find out!!!!