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YAY! 6 votes!!!! whooooooooo!

so as promised here's my next chapter! hehehehe i do quite very much like this one eh eh eh ;)

so yeah, here's some mindless sexy torture for you ;)

oh and i'm putting a link here for my darlings because 0:41 in this video is what i was trying to re-enact for Blake and Garret's bit!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4fRoEjrXWk

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We are strong

No one can tell us we're wrong

Searching our hearts for so long

Both of us knowing

Love is a battlefield

You're begging me to go

Then making me stay

Why do you hurt me so bad

It would help me to know

Do I stand in your way

Or am I the best thing you've had.

The radio boomed from the speakers of Garret's car. Matt was nodding his head along to the beat in shot gun while I danced in the back with Blake. We were singing at the top of our voices because Blake and I were the only ones who knew all the lyrics. While I was singing I couldn't help but think of my conflicting feelings for Zain and Nazza. I mean, how can I like two people equally? It's not fair. Was I destined to be taunted and teased with love all my life and end up all alone?

Whoa boy, you've taken your thoughts too far this time. Calm down. You're going to Garret's older sister's engagement party, you're going to have an awesome time, and forget all your problems until tomorrow.

Yeah, good talk, we should do this again some time. Too bad I wasn't convincing anyone. But hey, I can act it.

“LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD!” Blake and I screamed.

“WHOOO, WE'RE HERE!” Blake called, jumping up and down beside me so much his seatbelt was having a hard time keeping him earth bound. I laughed, undid my seatbelt and jumped into his lap and kissed his temple.

“So Bud, how about we ditch this joint and you and me take a romantic walk on the street,” I said soft and huskily to Blake. He blushed and glanced over at Garret who was gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white. I tossed my head back and laughed before getting out of the car. I straightened my shirt and racked my eyes over the scene. A very straight happy white picket fence house with lovely flowers out the front was on full display, light up with white twinkling lights. The front door was open and I could see middle aged straight couples conversing. I groaned and turned to Garret who was coming around his car to claim his boyfriend. He put an around protectively around Blake's waist before answering my manly grunting.

“You're fault for being friends with my sister,” he smirked at Matt and me.

“Remind me never to paint her nails again for this torture,” I scowled at him and stormed into the house. Oh yuck, classical music. Don't straight people know how to party? I thought these oldies were from the era of rock. Didn't any of them have a life? Please someone play some Billy Idol or David Bowie for crying out loud. Queen would be best I think. What can I say, Freddie Mercury had my vote; right before Elton John and his lover with their new baby. YAY!

“Benjamin!” cried a female voice from beside me. AH, women! Oh wait, it's just Garret's sister.

“Hey Liana, congrats,” I smiled to her. She rushed forward and hugged me.

“Oh it's been too long,” she cooed into my ear. Yeah darling, there's a reason for that. Now stop pressing your boobies into me.

“Indeed,” I said, awkwardly patting her back.

“It's very anoising in here,” Blake said as he entered the house.

“BLAKEY!” Liana cried and rushed into his arms too.

“Anoising?” I asked Blake, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep,” he said, popping the P. “Annoying and noisy at the same time.” I chuckled and went off to find me something cold and liquid.

Five minutes later I was sitting on a bed upstairs with an array of make-up in front of me for my disposal, Liana was chattering away to me in the corner of the room in a chair and Blake was sitting eagerly beside me with his legs crossed under him.

“... and then he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him,” Liana said dreamily.

“Aww, how romantic. You should tell your brother to propose to me,” Blake giggled cheekily.

“I might just do that, so long as I can watch,” Liana winked. I rolled my eyes. What was with girls obsessing over gay men huh? That's just so weird. Mind you, straight men get off on seeing two girls kiss right? Yuck! So anyway.

“Keep still and close your eyes,” I said in a low voice to Blake and he obeyed. Who's the pet now Bud? Huh? That's right, you are!

Garret's P.O.V

I was sitting casually on the sofa out the back with my sister's fiance and Matt. Benjamin, my sister and Blake had disappeared and knowing them I was very concerned. Benjamin glided through the back door and held his arms out by his sides with a flourish.

“Presenting... Brittany!” he announced and stepped aside. Then a... OMG! My eyes shot wide as Blake stepped out of the door dressed in a tight pink boob tube three sizes too small, a blue denim mini skirt and a bright blonde wig. His face had been smothered with make-up, which was actually a surprisingly good job and he looked just like a girl, minus the lack of boobs and hairy legs. I jumped to my feet.

“Oh my god what have you done to my boyfriend?” I demanded of Benjamin. He chuckled evilly and Blake giggled like a girl.

“Blake's got a new face, BLAKE'S GOT A NEW FACE!” Blake sung and jumped on the spot in a circle, pointing at his face with both hands. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

“Go upstairs and change RIGHT NOW!” I growled. My baby just blinked up at me.

“Don't you like it?” he frowned and his face dropped with sadness.

“No baby, I like you. And only you. And I'm not going to let Benny change you,” I said to him, dropping my arms back to my sides. Blake smiled and turned, running inside and ripping his wig off as he did.

“I'll be back,” I said to the others and raced after him. I ran into the guest room and shut the door. Blake was in the bathroom and I heard things clattering around. I took a step forward to peer in and saw him pull down the skirt and stand so he was only in his grey Superman underpants. His hair was up sticking up and fluffy from the wig and he was bending over the sink now running the cold water over his face to rub off the make-up. I snuck up behind him and grabbed his hips with both hands and pressed myself against him gently.

“EEP!” Blake squeaked and shot upright so his back was pressed against my chest. He titled his head to the side to look up at me and he smiled. I leant forward and kissed his neck and then sucked up to his ear. He giggled and shied away from my touch.

“No, it tickles,” Blake giggled and skipped across the room. I frowned at him and crossed my arms over my chest. He watched me, nervously twiddling his thumbs and shaking his leg. Blake slowly crept towards me warily and then stopped a few steps away. I lifted an eyebrow at him and he smiled and bounced a step forward. Then he stood up on his toes and placed his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him up so he was standing on my feet and kissed him deeper. The bedroom door burst open and Liana barged in.

“Garret don't you dare have sex in my fiance's parent's house,” she ordered me. I smirked evilly at her and threw Blake's pants at him; he was bright red.

Ops, not!

Benjamin's P.O.V

“Bye guys,” I waved to Matt, Blake and Garret as they got into Garret's car.

“Aren't you coming?” Matt asked me, taking a step towards me away from the car.

I shook my head. “Nah man, I think I'm going to head over to Conker's and try to beat my high score.” Realisation crossed my friend's faces and Garret rolled his eyes.

“Have fun,” he said and hopped into his car.

“Bye,” Blake waved and Matt nodded once to me. I shoved my hands into my pocket and trudged off to the east side of town where Conker's bar and arcade was. Larry, the front body guard was fighting with a very drunken looking guy.

“You gotta let me in man,” the drunken guy was saying.

“No cash, no entry,” Larry said sternly, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Hey man,” I said to Larry when I arrived. I glanced over at the long cue line waiting to get in. suckers.

“Hey Benny me man, how ya been? Haven't seen you in a while,” Larry smiled down at me, looking less intimidating. Though the tattoos of dying people with blood and guts all up and down his exposed arms stopped that.

“Not bad Larry, mind if I pop in? I wanna one up myself,” I chuckled.

“Sure, go right ahead,” Larry said, stepping aside for me to pass. I patted his shoulder on my way in and then my lungs were filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol. Ah, good old Conker's. I walked right through the first floor, which was the bar area with tables and chairs and headed for the stairs that led up to the pool tables, the pin ball machines and the poker tables. Larry was an... old acquaintance. I saved his life when he was swimming at the beach and was attacked by a nasty current and pulled under. Of course, I'd done what anyone would have right? But Larry said I was his hero and so I had free admission into Conker's because Conker's was owned by his uncle but he pretty much ran it. I ascended the stairs and stopped in my tracks as I saw a sexy guy leaning over a pool table so that his shirt lifted around the waist. He wore tight red jeans and a black T and over his head was a light blue bandanna. His glasses were set at the end of his nose and he was looking over them at the end of his stick. My heart fluttered and I faltered a step as I headed over to him. Unfortunately Nazza wasn't alone. Two guys stood around him, one armed with a stick thing too. Did it have a proper name? Or was it just the stick? I have no clue. Nazza struck and the white ball smacked into the striped orange, bounced off it and hit the red striped and then bounced off the side and hit the blue striped ball. All three colours zipped off into different holes and the white stopped directly in the middle of the table. Nazza stood and smiled smugly at his friend, then pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I know smoking is bad, but OMG Nazza looked so sexy doing it.

“Hey man,” I said casually when I reached his table. He turned to me and raised his eyebrows.

“A little lost aren't you square?” Nazza's friend, the tall brown haired one. What was his name? I think I recognised him. It was Tony right? Toby? Troy? Something beginning with T.

“Square?” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Then what does that make you?” T man snarled and looked at Nazza.

“Naz, get rid of this freak,” he ordered. Nazza put his stick thing on the table and put both hands on the edge of the table, looking at his friend.

“Dude, if you have a problem you can piss off,” Nazza said sternly. T man blinked with shock and then grabbed his other friend and stormed off to a pin ball machine. Nazza turned on me and waited for me to speak. What? Did he think I had a bone to pick or something?

“So what are you doing here?” Nazza sighed when I didn't say anything.

“What do you mean what am I doing here? I always come here. I came to beat my own score,” I chuckled. Nazza raised an eyebrow at me.

“Your own high score? On what?” he scoffed. I pretended to look hurt.

“On pinball,” I pouted and walked away from him, past his friends who were whispering secretively and over to the batman pinball machine. Nazza appeared at my shoulder, cigarette between his lips. I pressed start and swiped my members card in the side. It lit up and the top scores flashed up.

#1 Benjamin Warner........ 5,845

#2 Benjamin Warner........ 5,002

#3 Gavin …............................. 3,996

#4 Benjamin Warner........ 3,001

#5 Jackson............................. 2,777

“Damn, someone got in my streak,” I mumbled as I flicked through and pressed start.

“Not bad,” Nazza muttered. I smiled smugly and released the latch on the ball and it sprung up to the top of the table. Quickly the score at the top increased until I topped the guy who'd gotten into third place. I hit 5,000 and then topped second place. The whole time Nazza waited silently behind me, watching. He took a step closer to see and his stomach pressed against my arm. I could feel his warm abs and it completely distracted me as the last ball of the game slipped between the levers and I lost.

“Dammit,” I hissed and swiped my card again. At least I'd knocked that Gavin guy into fourth and that Jackson guy out of the top five.

“Shame,” Nazza smirked. I scowled at him and then pulled the toggle to release the ball. Again my score rose quickly until I topped second again.

5,112

5,235

5,455

5,611

Nazza glided behind me to move to my other side, only this time his hip brushed mine and I flinched. The ball dropped between the two levers.

“Dude, come on,” I growled and smack the side of the machine. Nazza chuckled.

Evil bastard. He knows how I feel about him and he's messing with me isn't he.

Nazza/Zain's P.O.V

Oh Zeus I was standing right beside Benjamin Warner. He had willingly come over to me for a second time and know I was standing here watching him play pinball. Not only that, but I'd touched him and he's responded. My heart was having a party inside my rib cage and I obviously wasn't invited.

Stop it, calm down it's okay. It's just because your a guy and he's gay right? Wrong, I didn't react that way around other guys. Oh my freaking god.

Benjamin started his third game of the night and I moved away from him, leaning against another machine and put my hands in my pockets. Okay, breath Zain. You've only been dreaming about the guy for the past year, fantasising that one day he'd notice you and talk to you and pretending to hate him so no one would suspect your feelings. So what if he was actually talking to you now... and laughing with you... and getting goosebumps at your touch. It's fine, it's okay. Benjamin's score picked up again like it had before and within minutes he'd surpassed his last score. Then he reached his top score and passed it... and kept going.

5,900

6,000

6,500

7,000

7,500

8,000

“Dude,” I gasped and took a step over to him. He flinched away from me and missed the ball and it slide into the hole.

“Ugh, great, I was on a roll,” Benjamin growled and my heart clenched. Oh no, he was mad with me. Quick, do something to distract him.

“How about I buy you a drink to celebrate?” I asked him as I leant against the batman machine with one hand in my pocket. I was surprised by the casual tone of my voice compared to the raging mosh pit inside me.

“Whatever,” Benjamin muttered and walked over to the vending machine and kicked it. I passed Todd and Reno as I followed him and Todd scowled at me again, grabbing my elbow and pulling me to the side.

“Dude, you know he's just another selfish bastard. Don't trust him, I don't want you getting hurt,” Todd growled. I yanked my arm away from his grip.

“Todd chill, we're just hanging,” I hissed and walked away from him over to Benjamin who was bending down to get a can of coke out of the flap at the bottom.

“I said I'd pay,” I chuckled to him. He shrugged and opened the can. Still mad huh? Hmm...

I got an idea. I pretended to waver and grabbed my chest, rubbing my palm into it. Benjamin's eyes flicked to me and opened wider. Good, it was working. I frowned and put my arm against the machine as if to help myself stand.

“Are you okay?” Benjamin asked sceptically.

“I think I... need some fresh air,” I breathed, grabbed my forehead.

“Alright,” he said and grabbed my elbow, leading me to a staff only door.

“Where are you...?” I wondered aloud as he pushed the door open and then pulled me down a hall and out another door onto the fire escape. The cool fresh air was nice and I took a deep breath and sat against the wall with my legs crossed. Benjamin remained standing and looked down at me.

“Better?” he asked.

Benjamin's P.O.V

Nazza wavered for a second and I looked at him. What was he doing? He clutched his chest and then reached out for the vending machine for support. He was frowning as if in pain. Oh no, what was wrong? Was he okay? Was he having a heart attack? A panic attack? Was he dying? Oh god.

“Are you okay?” I asked him warily.

“I think I... need some fresh air,” Nazza mumbled. He sounded so weak.

“Alright,” I said and grabbed him, heading to the closest fresh air I knew.

“Where are you...?” Nazza asked as I ripped open the staff door and yanked him through it behind me. I hurried to the fire escape and pushed him out. He sat down on the ground and took deep breaths.

“Better?” I asked. God, let him be okay. Nazza swallowed and nodded. I sat down close beside him and a shock rushed through my side where I touched him. I wonder if he noticed...

Nazza pulled his legs up and rested his head on them. Was he shaking? I think he was shaking. I could feel him shaking against me. I wanted to put my arms around his shoulders. Would he be okay with that? Probably not.

“I'm sorry, about making you loose the game,” Nazza mumbled. What?

“Dude it's okay. It was just a game,” I chuckled with disbelief.

“But you were mad?” he asked softly.

“Yeah I was mad at...” I began but stopped myself before I said that I was mad because my body had betrayed me and shown off how he affected me.

“At what?” Nazza turned his head to the side to look at me so his ear was pressed to his knee cap. In the dim street lamp light and the moon and stars, he looked eerie but heavenly. The urge to grab his head and kiss him so hard he'd still be feeling it next week was almost too powerful to contain; but somehow I managed it.

“Nothing,” I breathed and looked away from him. I had to clasp my hands and put them in my lap to stop myself from running my fingers through his hair. I wanted to see him without the bandanna and glasses... on top of me in my bed.

NO! Naughty, don't think of that here.

Nazza sat up and leant across to me. I looked at him and then blanked as I realised just how close he was. I could feel his breath on my face... it was sweet. The urge lurched inside me again and this time I couldn't hold it back. I closed the space between us hurriedly, grabbing both sides of his face with my hands hungrily, and kissed him right on the lips. A surging power wave shot through my blood and shocked every single cell of DNA and awoke my senses. Nazza lurched forward so he was partly on top of me and kissed me just as desperately.

What's that word for something that is like heaven, but full of lust, but it's so powerful it can't possibly be contained? Oh yeah... love.

Love... Zain.

I pulled away from Nazza, gasping, and clutched my mouth with my hand. Nazza was breathing hard too as confused gorgeous blue eyes fell on me. Guilt washed through me and I shot to my feet and ran down the fire escape stairs and down the street.

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