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The shower was running, but there was no reply. Without another thought Snake entered the bathroom.

“Argh.” Someone grumbled behind the shower curtain.

“Ahem,” Snake said plainly.

 “Snake? What the hell?” Scott muttered.

“You didn’t answer me.”

“So you can’t just—“ 

“Didn’t we already have this conversation?” Snake said.

Scott was silent for a moment. “Goddammit, Snake. What do you want?”

“You were taking a while.”

“Ergh. I slipped. Just shut off the shower.”

Snake did as he was told. “Can you get up?”

“Maybe.” There was a sound of a shuffle and a thump.  “My head is spinning too much.”

Snake sighed and pulled back the shower curtain. Scott was lying down in the tub, attempting to pull himself up. When he saw what Snake was doing he looked shocked. “Snake! I’m the nude!”

“Yep.” Snake deadpanned. He grabbed one of Scott’s arms and pulled him up to his feet. Scott immediately went to cover himself up, his face practically radiating heat. Snake only laughed and tossed him a towel from a nearby rack.

When it was secured around Scott’s waist Snake helped him to his bed. It didn’t matter that he was still wet from the shower; Snake could see how tired he was. He needed to rest.

Scott pulled the covers up around him, attempting to cover up his still naked body. Snake sat down at the edge of the bed.

“Here,” Snake handed him the bottle of water.

“Thanks,” Scott murmured. His face was still red from the shower incident, and he wouldn’t meet Snake’s eyes.

Snake stared at him. Scott had never before acted like this around him. It was almost as if he’d done something wrong. But he hadn’t…had he?

It occurred to Snake that last night he hadn’t exactly been aware of his actions.

“Scott.”

“What?” grumbled Scott.

“What happened last night?” asked Snake.

He knew something had happened when Scott’s face erupted into heat once more and he sputtered. “Nothing! We got drunk.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes.”

Snake looked at him. “Then why are you acting so different?”

Scott frowned, finally looking up to meet his eyes. “You don’t remember?”

“No, I thought I told you. Nothing.”

“Well that’s funny. Because I remember everything.”

Snake gave him a look of surprise. “You told me you didn’t remember past the wind down hour.”

“I thought you were lying so I lied too.”

“Scott. What. Happened.”

Scott looked down. He closed his eyes and began.

  “This. This is beautiful.” Cry hiccupped as he searched through the Tumblr stream. He had found a picture of him riding a unicorn and it was all he was talking about. “It’s got , like, a fucking rainbow tail and shit.”

“Yes.” Scott commented as downed his second glass of wine. The computer screen in front of him had long since turned into a blur after the drinking game.  On the opposite side of the room Snake chuckled.

“I mean, it’s spectaculful.” Cry slurred.

“What?” Scott laughed.

“I dunno, man. Stop it.”

Scott shook his head. “I’m calling it quits. You guys got me drunk enough.”

“But why?” Scott cringed as he heard the whine from his head set and from Cry a few feet away from him.

“Bye.” Scott replied, turning off his mic. He stood up, waiting a moment to regain his balance, and stumbled out of his office. After a few moments he reached his kitchen, where he went into the fridge and brought out another can of beer. He wasn’t sure how many he could take before he fell asleep, but he was done for the night anyways.

“Get me one too.” Snake appeared in the kitchen doorway.

Scott rolled his reddened eyes. “Get yourself one, dick.”

A glare of steel was sent his way, but he ignored it. He leaned over against the counter, studying his drink before popping it open and taking a drink. Next to him he heard the older man go into the fridge himself and produce his own can. His fingertips brushed Scott’s bottom.

Incoherently Scott hiccupped.

Snake chuckled. “You’re drunk as fuck.”

Jund put down the can, frowning. “Shut up.” He lifted it up again, only to realize he’d already drained the can.  He straightened up and tossed it at the garbage, only to miss it by a good foot. Well, what was he expecting?

Suddenly two strong hands grabbed each of shoulders, slamming him hard against the fridge. A sharp pain shot down his spine. He blinked his eyes to catch sight of Snake pinning him down. “What the fuck—“

He was interrupted as Snake’s lips came down on his own, harsh and rugged. The stronger man’s hips grinded into his own.

Scott struggled and fought, but unable to move as the other dominated him, traveling down with his mouth and biting his neck hard. A startling heat flowed through him, collecting at his crotch.

At the back of his head something nagged at him. But the drunken haze and sudden lust wiped it away before he could determine what it was. Almost upon instinct he soon joined in, relaxing and allowing as Snake pushed against his throbbing erection.

There was no other questioning in his mind as they stumbled out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Snake’s jaw went slack. It took him a few moments to comprehend this story.

Scott was now a vivid crimson.

There was silence for a moment.

Finally Snake asked the one question on his mind. “Did… did we…”

“I found myself lying next to you on the couch this morning, what do you think?” Scott snapped.

More silence.

Snake coughed uncomfortably. “Well... erm … I guess…Fuck.”

This quietness was so awkward Snake could feel it suffocating him. “Well… bye.” He left the room anxiously. He could feel Scott’s gaze on his back.

Snake entered the living room. He collapsed on the couch in a huff.

There was no way that could’ve happened…could it? They were pretty drunk, but not that drunk. No way. No way in fucking hell.

But then why would Scott say that? Scott could always be messing with him, trying get in his head like he always enjoyed doing. And yet…it seemed too extreme. There wasn’t any good outcome of telling Snake that, except maybe to shock him for a moment. Yes, that was it. Scott wanted to pysch Snake out, say that and then when Snake came back in laugh at him for believing. He was just amazed that Scott would play it so well, go as far as to act weird as if it had actually happened. Seriously, did he really have nothing better to do at the moment? Did he really have to cross the line like that?

Of course he did. He was Scott.

What a bitch.

Snake shook his head, lying back on the couch. He studied the ceiling, finding shapes in it. Maybe he should just leave, and forget Scott’s stupid prank.

Hell no.

What the fuck was he thinking? He had never let Jund torment him and get away with it before. No, this was war. He had to go farther than him, push the boundaries even more. And he knew just how to do it. 

TBC

The sound came again, coming from another room in the house. It was a musical noise, the melody unrecognizable, but the instrument familiar. The strumming of a guitar.

Wait. Whose house was he at again?

Snake shook his head, trying to stir up some lost memory. With a great effort he stood to his feet. He was still dressed in the same clothes from the night before, now wrinkled and dirty. There was also a deep red stain on his left shoulder. Wine? When had they brought out wine?

Must’ve been one hell of a night, thought Snake.

The tune rang out again, clear and light, like a lullaby. Slowly Snake made his way to it, ignoring the now full out headache attacking his skull. He found himself entering an office.

Sitting with his back to Snake in an office chair was Scott Jund. In his hands he cradled a black guitar, plucking at the strings. His head bobbed slightly to the soft tempo. Around the office were numerous amounts of trash, bottles, and other unrecognizable things, most likely from last night.

Now Snake remembered where he was. Scott’s house, where he and Cry had decided to go to in an attempt to make the live stream more convenient.  Having everyone divided and in other homes made it easier for games to crash, and with all the technical trouble Cry had been having lately, this was the best solution. Of course, drinking hadn’t been the plan, but still.

Scott remained sitting, unaware of the man behind him. Snake made his presence known with a cough.

Scott spun around in the swivel chair. His deep brown eyes were lined with dark circles, and his face was the tiniest bit pale. His trophies from last night, Snake assumed.

“Snake.” Scott spoke, emotionless. Even his voice didn’t sound normal: it was almost strained.

 Before Snake could speak Jund talked again. “I don’t have the energy to fuck up your day. Please go.”

Snake ignored him and instead examined the room again, taking note of the endless empty beer cans and bottles, along with a wine bottle. Candy wrappers and pizzas boxes littered parts of the floor. It made sense. This was, after all, where they had been recording.

“Hmm,” was all Snake said. He picked through the wreckage and brought out cone-shaped piece of plastic. He stared at it in bewilderment. “A funnel?”

“I don’t even know. Our night was pretty crazy. I’m actually a little scared to view the stream footage. We probably made huge dicks of ourselves.” Scott chuckled. “I don’t remember anything past the start of the wind down hour, do you?”

Snake shook his head. “No, just have a headache.”  

“Yeah, so did Cry. Tylenol’s still out on the kitchen counter if you want any.  Now get the fuck out.”

Snake smiled, making no attempt to leave. “I’ll come and go as I please.” He chuckled when he saw the look of distaste on Scott’s face.   “Where is Cry?”

Scott looked down at his guitar, forming chords with his hands, but not strumming. “He went home. Woke up about an hour ago. He looked like shit.”

“You do too.” Snake commented.

Scott looked up at him, a slight look of disbelief in his eyes. “Well you’re not exactly a ray of sunshine either, dick.”

 Snake looked down at his rumpled clothes. “I’m still in better shape than you.”

Scott shot a glare at him. “I said I’m fine.” Even as he said it his voice rasped like it was wearing thin.

Snake smirked at him, knowing this proved his case.

With a sigh Scott hung his head. “Alright, you win. I’m fucked up.  My head feels like someone drove a nail into it. I can barely move without my stomach turning. Every time I try to stand I get really dizzy, and end up sitting back down again. I don’t want to risk throwing up. I’ve already done it twice.”

Snake chuckled softly. Scott was suffering from severe hangover. No way was Snake going anywhere, not until he had his fun with him. “Lightweight. How long have you been sitting there?”

Jund glanced at the clock on the desk. “Three hours.”

“And Cry didn’t notice.”

“He was just as bad as I was, if not worse!” Scott protested. “I had to call Russ to take him home. I didn’t want to worry them.”

Snake smiled. “Didn’t want to worry them. Sometimes even assholes are considerate.”

Scott didn’t reply. Despite his paleness, a little tint of red appeared on his face.

Snake approached Scott. Carefully he placed an arm under his legs, and another under his shoulders. He gently lifted Scott bridal style. The guitar fell out of Scott’s hands and onto the floor with a thump.

“What the hell do think you’re doing?” cried Scott, his face now a furious red.

“I’m taking you to bed.”

“WHAT?!”

“You need rest.” Snake said with a roll of his eyes.

“You don’t need to carry me though!” Scott squirmed.

“Calm the fuck down or I’ll drop you.” Snake snapped.

Scott stopped immediately, his expression showing he would comply, but he hated it.

Snake didn’t mean to snap, since he knew how intimidating he could be with his voice. But he was trying to help Scott. So Scott just had to live with it.

He carried Scott out into the hall. “Which way is your room?”

“To the left.”

Snake began to head down the hall. He was at the bedroom door when Scott put his arm on his shoulder. “Put me down.”

Snake frowned. “But we’re—“

“I said put me down.” Scott’s face was stern, and a little green.

Snake did as he was told. The instant Scott’s sock-covered feet hit the ground he bent forward and threw up right there in the hall. Snake looked away, his own stomach turning a little.

When Jund stopped Snake approached him cautiously. “Scott…”

“Godfuckingdammit!” Scott sputtered out, still coughing and gagging.

Snake took Scott’s arm and draped it over his shoulders. Carefully he guided Scott through his bedroom to the bathroom located in it. He stood by as Scott crouched over the toilet.

After several minutes Scott backed away, leaning against the wall. His eyes were teared up and he was a ghostly pale. He breathed in heavily.

Snake stood by, unsure of what to say. Finally he spoke. “You should clean yourself up.”

Scott looked up. “Fuck off. You’re just here because you enjoy my misery.”

“Maybe a little.” Snake grinned. “But I just can’t leave you alone.” He turned to exit.

 “Why are even doing this? You can just leave.” Scott asked suddenly.

Snake looked over his shoulder. Scott’s expression was hard, but something else was concealed in there. Something else was bothering him. “What kind of heartless bastard do you take me for?” Snake replied. He stepped closer. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m fine!” Jund snapped. “Just go.”

Snake wanted to press further, but he decided if it was important enough, he’d find out later. He stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. 

TBC