So it begins. First fanfiction on Tumblr, Hoo-rah! Aaaanyways, this is a thing. And it's Snund. At least...it might be. Possibly. I'll just leave that for you to decide. My apologies to Scott and Snake for this... ___________________________________________________________

They sat in silence. Cold hands clamped around separate cans robotically as the wind nipped against bare skin. The shorter of the two drew in a sharp breath, ice tickling the back of his throat. The air in front of them clouded over with his sullen exhale, soft white steam quickly engulfed by the thick sheet of night.

~This is my first Snund story and I was trying to get used to it because I was requested one and... and... Yeah. I am so very sorry~

Jund looked up through his lashes. He was breathing hard and harsh through the silence in the room. He peered up at the naked back of Snake. He was turned, preparing the chains on the bench-like thing. Breath caught in his throat and he quickly look back down before Snake could see him peeking. Soon he  felt a tug at his hair and glanced up, instinctively.

Sorry for the delay my lovely snund comrades. Took me longer than I’d have liked to write this part. Work has been a pain. Yada yada… Enjoy and let me know what you think. Hopefully the next part won’t take as long :)

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It had been three days since the incident with that homeless boy. Snake hadn’t seen him around the neighborhood, hell the town for that matter. He shouldn’t care, should be glad for that matter, but something about that boy kept nagging at the back of his head.

Snake shook his head. This kid wasn’t his problem. He should just forget about him, right?

Snake sighed as he walked out of Wal-Mart with a bag of groceries and made his way to his car. Snake looked up as he unlocked his car. He wished he hadn’t then.

“Oh no…” It was that homeless brat. He was sitting across the street in front of a café, asking passing strangers something; probably for money. Everyone just passed right by, ignoring him as though he weren’t even there.

Snake opened the passenger door to his car and put the bag of food in the seat. “Just ignore him, Snake. He’s not your problem,” Snake muttered to himself.

He looked at the boy one last time as he closed the door. He looked so much paler and thinner then he remembered. The boys words echoed through his head again.

Snake groaned.

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Scott sighed sadly. He clinched his stomach as it grumbled. He hadn’t eaten the day before. He needed something, anything to eat.

A hand came down on Scotts shoulder, startling him. He turned to see one of the employees to the café.

The man looked at him with a stern look. “You need to go, kid. The customers are starting to complain.”

Scott nodded and got up. He made his way down the sidewalk.

A familiar, deep voice stopped him. “Hey there.”

Scott could feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise as he turned and faced the owner of the voice.

There stood the owner of the house he had snuck into. He stood only inches from Scott.

Why? Why was he here??

“I haven’t been anywhere near your neighborhood! I swear!”

The man shook his head, “that isn’t why I’m here.”

Scott just looked at him, not wanting to say something to upset the man. This guy already didn’t like him.

The man pinched the bridge of his nose. He let out a long sigh. “How would you like to come get some food?”

Scott looked at him, puzzled. “What…?”

“You’re hungry, right? Do you want food or not?”

“I do, but-“

The man cut him off, turning around and started to walk away. “Then come on.”

Scott hesitantly followed behind the man to his car. After the bag of groceries was moved, Scott slid into the passenger seat.

Scott looked at the man as he climbed in the driver’s side and started the car.

The man didn’t look at him. “What?”

Scott quickly looked away. “Nothing. It’s just… I don’t understand why you’re doing this. I thought you hated me.”

The man shrugged, “Guess I have more of a heart than you thought.” Scott softly smiled. Perhaps this guy wasn’t so bad after all.

“It’s Snake, by the way.”

“I’m Scott.”

With that, they pulled out of the parking lot and made their way to Snake’s home.

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Snake and Scott sat on opposite sides of the table. It was quiet in the small house, the only sounds coming from the two eating.

Once done, Snake watched as Scott finished off his plate of spaghetti. Scott didn’t notice, his attention only on the food in front of him. It had been ages since he had a decent meal like this.

Scott set his utensils down on the plate when he had finished. He looked up at Snake.

“I take it you enjoyed the food.”

Scott nodded, “Thank you.”

Snake shrugged. He got up, grabbing his and Scotts plates and brought them over to the sink.

Scott got up as well. “Well, I guess I should go. I need to find a place to sleep for the night and-“

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Scott froze in place. He couldn’t be serious, right?

Snake sat back down at the table. He motioned for Scott to do the same.

Reluctantly, Scott sat back down at the table.

“Okay, brat. Listen up. I have a deal for you.”

Scott glared at Snake. “Don’t call me a brat. What do you mean “a deal”?”

“You stayed here for, what, a week while I was gone? I say you owe me for the water, electric, and gas bill increase during my leave as well as any food you may have eaten of mine.”

“I don’t have any money! If I did, don’t you think I’d be sleeping in my own home instead of the fucking street??” Scott was beginning to get upset. Did this guy bring him here just to make fun of him for being homeless?

“I’m not asking you for money. What I want is for you to repay me by doing things for me. I’ll even allow you to stay here, so long as you abide by my rules.”

Scott stared at Snake, unsure if he had heard him right. “You’re going to let me stay here…?”

Snake smirked, “only if you are willing to become my house maid.”

Scott arched an eyebrow. “What do you mean by house maid exactly?”

“In order for me to let you stay here, you’re going to have to earn your stay. So I want you to take care of things like cleaning my house, running errands for me, anything that I don’t want to do.”

Scott pressed his lips together, thinking carefully about the situation at hand. This seemed like a good deal. He would get food and a place to stay. All he had to do is sell his soul to this asshole and become his house maid. It would be better than being on the streets and hungry at least.

Scott extended his hand to Snake. “Alright, you’ve got a deal. I’ll be your little house maid.”

Snake took Scotts hand in his, smiling. “Welcome to your new home, Scott.”

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Scott came into the living room, a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked annoyed. It had been two days now since he started living with Snake. Things weren’t exactly calm between the two.

“Okay, Snake, very funny. What’d you do with my clothes?”

Snake was sat on the couch, reading a book. Scott couldn’t tell what book it was. He didn’t look up from the pages. “I threw them out.”

Scott’s eyes widened. “You WHAT?!”

“They were torn and a mess, Scott.”

“I don’t care!! Those were the only clothes I had! What the hell do you expect me to wear, Snake?? You can’t expect me to wear your clothes! They’re too fucking big!” Scott was red with anger.

Snake set the book down next to him on the couch. He looked up at Scott. “Calm down, Scott. You’re getting upset over nothing. I-“

“Nothing?! Not having clothes is not fucking nothing! Dammit, Snake! You’re the biggest asshole ever, you know that?!”

Snake frowned, his eyes narrowed. He got up and strode over to Scott. He shoved Scott in the direction of the bedroom. “Quit being a bitch and go look on the bed.”

Scott didn’t go, his eyes never leaving Snakes.

Snake’s eyes pierced through Scott, challenging him to say something else. “Fine, you can do the chores with a towel wrapped around your waist then.” He turned, went back to the couch, and grabbed his book.

He couldn’t be serious. There was no way Scott was doing anything in his current state.

Snake left the room, heading to his office.

Scott heard the door shut. Groaning, Scott went to the bedroom. May as well see what the jerk meant by “look on the bed”.

On the bed were three bags from Kohl’s. Had those been there before? Scott grabbed one of the bags and looked inside. It contained some pants.

Scott grabbed a pair and held them out. They weren’t big enough to fit Snake. Wait… did he…? He held the pants up to his slim waist. They were just the right size for him. Had Snake really gone to the store and bought him new clothes? Why?

Scott emptied the contents of the bag; four pairs of pants, one pair of shorts, and a pack of boxers. Scott emptied the contents of another bag; six t-shirts and two button-down shirts. The last bag appeared to be a box of shoes.

Why would Snake buy him all these clothes? He didn’t even say anything.

Scott got dressed in the new clothes. He had to admit, Snake had nice taste. The clothes were very nice. He grabbed the box of shoes from the other bag. A smaller, black bag was left in the bag. He set the box down and grabbed the bag.

Scott frowned when he saw the contents of the bag. He pulled out a skimpy black french maid outfit. “What the fuck? This is just… No.” He shook his head and tossed the outfit to the other side of the bed.

He left the room and went to the office. He just went right in, not bothering to knock.

Snake was sitting in front of his computer.

“Snake…”

“I told you not to bother me while I’m in my office, brat. “

Scott frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to buy me clothes?”

Snake turned to look at Scott, looking him over. “I see you stopped being stubborn and actually listened.”

“Why did you buy me these? You know I can’t pay you back for these.”

“You couldn’t keep going around looking like you did. You’re not going to stay here like that. As for paying me back, I’ll just add that to your dept.”

Scott rolled his eyes. “Whatever…”

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m busy. I believe you have chores to do.”

Scott turned to leave, but stopped when Snake spoke. “Oh, if you don’t mind, I bought you a special outfit to clean in. I would hate for it to go to waste.”

Okay, Here's the next part of my snund fic. I hope you all enjoy it :)

Please don't kill me about the end. I promise I'll upload the next part soon D: *runs ti hide*

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Scott’s eyes flew open as someone grabbed him by his arm and yanked him off the bed. He was brought face-to-face with the man that owned the house. Scott shook, his eyes filled with fear. This was bad. This was very bad. Why had he returned already? And at night?!

            The man had a firm hold on Scott. One thing was for sure; he did not look pleased to see Scott at all.

            “What are you doing in my house??” the man growled; his voice was deep, and he was much bigger than Scott had realized, only seeing him from a distance and all. What was he thinking when he chose to break into this man’s house?

Scott tried to search for the right words to say, but found none. “I… I…” The man’s eyes pierced Scott like daggers. “I asked you a question!” Scott flinched. “S-sorry…” he shuddered. “I… I just wanted a place to stay for the night. You were gone; s-so I didn't think it would harm anything if I just slept here for the night…”

“So it’s okay for you to just come into my house just because I’m not here!? I don’t even know you!!” Scott could feel the anger radiation from the man.

“I-I know… Uh… My na-“ Scott was cut off as the man threw him back on the bed. “I don’t want to know your name!! I want you out of my house!”

Scott shakily sighed as he sat up on the bed, “Okay, I’ll go…” He got up and began to leave the room. A firm hand gripped his shoulder, stopping him. “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was cold and dark, like icicles. It sent chills down Scott’s spine.

“I was just… Don’t you want me to leave?”

“Oh, you’re leaving,” the man growled, his grip on Scott tightening as he dragged him out of the room. “Not like that, though. You’re leaving by a police escort.”

Scott became pale, his eyes widening from this news. “What?? Y-you can’t call the police! I-“

“Yes, I can.” The man pushed Scott onto the couch and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. “Please!!” Scott darted up and grabbed the man’s hand that held the phone. The man glared at Scott.

The man scared Scott, but he couldn't back down. He didn’t want to go to jail. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn't have broken into your house. I just hated sleeping on the cold, hard streets and wanted to sleep in a warm bed for at least one night. I’m homeless, man. Have a heart!”

The man looked at Scott for a moment. He grabbed Scott's hand and pulled it from his own and pulled Scott so their faces were a mere inches apart.

Scott's mind began racing. Oh God, what have I done now? He’s gonna kill me.

“Listen close, brat, because I will only say this once. I am the last person you want to mess with. I’ll let you go this one time, but if I so much as see you in this neighborhood again, I will not hesitate to call the cops. Homeless or not, you will not fuck with me.” He pushed Scott away from him. Scott stumbled back and fell to the ground. “Now get out before I change my mind.”

Scott slowly got up. He looked at the man, a sad glint in his eyes. Sighing, he grabbed his bag from beside the couch and went to the front door. He stopped in the frame of the door, turning his head slightly back to look at the man one last time. “I guess you are that heartless…” With that, he left, disappearing  into the night.

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            Snake stared at the door, still comprehending what had happened. Heartless?? He let that brat go! He should be thankful that he hadn't beaten the living hell out of him for breaking into his house!

            Shaking his head he went to his bedroom. He just needed to sleep. He wouldn't see that homeless brat around again, he didn't have to worry about him; so, why couldn't he get that kid out of his mind?

Snake plopped down on the end of his bed and kicked his shoes off. After removing his shirt, he laid back on the bed, not bothering with the covers that were half on the floor from the incident.

-Squeals- Snuuuund~ Okay.

• Snake cooks.

• Jund does the other chores.

• No children. (Though it’d be cute as shit, I don’t see Jund doing well with babies. Like, I picture him like Chairmodepewdie when it comes to babies. If you don’t know what she’s like when it comes to babies, just go ask her.)

• Snake, though Jund could try here and there to be all mucho and macho. 

• Either insulting each other or playing video games, whether they play together or one watches the other.

• Traditions? Hm. I dunno. 

• Bittersweet Love by Forever the Sickest Kids.

• Snake does all the right things. If it’s a gift giving holiday, he knows exactly what to get Jund, while Jund starts freaking out, doesn’t have a clue what to do, and does his best to figure out, whether it be from the other members of the crew, or he would try to do some digging himself. Though, when the time comes to open/give gifts, he gives Snake whatever he came up with and Snake just grins and thanks Jund for it, since he knows he tried. No matter if it’s something he’d actually like or something he doesn’t. 

• Honeymoon? I don’t know that one. I’d want to say Snake would want to go somewhere Jund hated and Jund would want to go somewhere Snake hated so they’d bicker over it. 

• The same way they did outside the ship. On a video game, man. 

• Snake’s dog that Jund gets a bit jealous over here and there.

• When their teasing goes a bit far and someone actually feels the hurt/sting from someone’s words, it turns into a fight. Maybe over Jund’s or Snake’s jealousy over whatever here and there. 

• Vacations? I’d say the same as Honeymoon, except after the bickering, they make a deal like if they go Jund’s place, they do what Snake wants, and if they go Snake’s place, they do what Jund wants. 

Something wasn't right.

Scott had never before felt such chaos inside of him, such a strange warm feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach. It frightened and interested him at the same time.

Seriously, the world had to be ending, right? Snake was doing something nice for him. The day that happened was the day the earth exploded.

With a frustrating sigh Jund marched down the hall, pausing to look in at the disaster that was his office.

Which song should it be based off of (all of them being Simon Curtis because he's the best for this sort of thing...)

Flesh: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8cJfAVONsFc

Super Psycho Love: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MS_NvcpdSNo

I Hate U: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvpJQzUuHmg

(Last one would make Snake a cheating bastard but whatever...Sorry Snake.)