Author Notes: At the end of the chappie. I know most of you want to kill me, but also want to read since its long awaited so here ya go! One warning; this chapter is nuts!
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Warnings: This has yaoi, or to plainly put it male x male relationships! If you don't like it, don't read it! I don't want to see flames on this subject because I plainly put my warning here!
Rating: Rated R for sexual situations and language
Self-Control
Chapter Nine - Day Twelve
--Day Twelve ... 9:17am ... Play Island--
It's been seven days since the all night house party for Leon's promotion.
Seven days since a member of 'The Heroes' and a member of 'The Sufferers of DSC (Deficiency of Sexual Contact)' forfeited their chance at being winners of the bet.
Seven days since those very two people got to do the dirty deed.
Selphie sat in her hideaway (Cloud had no more use for it now that he and Leon were officially back together), awfully pale, awfully dirty, and awfully horny, recollecting the events of the last week. The most excitement had been the afternoon after the game, and Selphie chuckled while wincing at the crazy things that happened that day. Every one had suffered... her included. But her sufferings didn't compare to the absolute rage she felt at Cloud and Leon.
In one fluid motion, Cloud had crossed the five feet he was apart from Leon and closed the gaps between their lips.
How on earth did Cloud disregard all of the hard work to separate themselves from their boyfriends in a matter of seconds? How did Cloud lose his self-control? As she asked herself these questions, she found the answer to be pretty simple:
Leon was delicious.
Albeit never admitting it to anyone except herself, Selphie had a crush on Leon for a long time - six years to be exact, but who's counting? - and when she finally got over her crush, and Leon got together with Cloud, she admitted to herself that she was obsessed.
Why?
Leon was delicious.
But damn it all to hell, Tidus was delicious too, but you don't see her running across the room and latching on his lips like a vampire going days without blood! Jeez! Did the boy have any pride at all? Dignity even? He was an active participant in blaming Sora for being like him, therefore triggering the cursed bet in the first place. One would think that Cloud would, at the very least, be the second one to crack, not the first. All Leon did was wear pants with his ass cut out! What did she and Sora have to endure?
Bitches with nasty tongues (a.k.a Yuna)
Sons of bitches with big tongues (a.k.a Ziggy)
Make-your-heart-thud romantic speeches from buff, golden-haired hotties (a.k.a Tidus)
Make-ya-cum-on-the-spot erotic stripteases from sexy, silver-haired hotties (a.k.a. Riku)
Sure, the striptease for Sora from Riku was her fault, but that is not the point! Over the past few days, Sora and herself had endured a hell of a lot more than Cloud.
So why should he be allowed to crack first! It wasn't fair.
Sick and tired of thinking over this subject - since it was making her more and more depressed - she stood up and began to head to the mouth of the hideaway. She didn't know what she was going to do; there was nothing to do on this chunk of land called Destiny Islands. The sun was completely shaded by thick, rolling gray clouds that appeared to suck the color off of the island; the sky was a matching gray; and the ocean was violent and unpredictable when it came to its waves. The Play Island became Gray Island, and she was the only person dumb enough to be on Gray Island in weather like this. But the others had homes to go to. If she were to go home, she would have to confront Tidus and test her self-control once more.
She was not ready to do that yet.
And so, as she plopped on the wooden floors of the Tree House, she began to contemplate a plan on how to get out of this sticky situation. "Hehe," she giggled brightly. "'Sticky situation' would have been a pun if we were actually having sex!"
Her shoulders sagged.
But she wasn't doing the nasty naughty, was she? Or doing anything else for that matter! Which leads back to the 'how' of getting out of the situation. Was there any conceivable way to get out of this unscathed? They were in too deep. As Cloud demonstrated, they could just say "screw it" and go on with their wicked deeds with their boyfriends, but...
That would defeat the purpose of the bet.
Selphie was trying to prove to Sora and Cloud that she had some mental control; that she could stay away from Tidus and not depend on Tidus for everything in her life. But what happened out of trying to prove that? Her boyfriend resorted to making her jealous and flat out shunning her. Is this bet - the need to prove that she was an independent person - more important than her relationship with a person whom she cares deeply about?
Sora must feel the same way, and he's been with Riku longer than Selphie's been with Tidus. Cloud, the blonde, ass-staring, gelled-up-probably-lubed-up-at-this-very-moment bimbo, couldn't and shouldn't be able to understand how Selphie and Sora felt. It was one of the experiences that she and he could...share...
…
Ding Ding Ding!
Ignoring the storm clouds that were gathering by the minute, Selphie hopped into a rowboat, pulled the paddle from the floor of the tiny boat and headed back to the main isle. She also ignored the rising urge to puke from her shaky journey as she crossed the drenched beach to Sora's home on the coast. But why?
Why was she heading to that house when she knew that Sora would probably be sitting alone in the dark with a gallon of chocolate/vanilla milkshake watching Spanish soaps?
Because her plan was pure, unadulterated genius, and when she told Sora, she was absolutely sure that he would agree to it.
--Day Twelve ... 9:25am ... Sora and Riku's Hut--
"¡Te quiero!"
"¡Te quiero también!"
"¡Béseme, Josè!"
Sora groaned loudly as the beautiful, young looking mother of six grown daughters and a son proceeded to latched herself onto a man a third of her age. He scooped the chocolate/vanilla mixture into his mouth while yelling for "Maria to catch Josè and that bitch," scratching his stomach and sinking further into the couch. When a ball of yellow barreled into his house, his eyes remained glue to the screen. "This is a good part, Selphie, so just leave."
Although he avoided every one of his friends like a plague for the past week, he wasn't going to make the effort now when his soaps were on.
"I have a plan, my friend," she whispered conspiratorially, "that could get me and you back in our beds exercising in the most delicious form!"
Sora hesitated.
To watch soaps or to find out way to screw boyfriend? That was the question!
After much deliberation (approximately 10.3 seconds), Sora flipped the television off. He appraised the bouncy Selphie, contemplating what Selphie's plan could be. The girl wasn't too brilliant when creating devious plans that actually worked. What could she have possibly come up with to make him turn off his soaps?
Oh, what did it matter? Hell, he was desperate!
"Alright, Selphie. What it is? And do hurry up. I need to know if Maria is gonna catch Josè."
Selphie literally leaped on Sora's lap, grinning crazily as she did so. "We fuck em' at the same time!"
Sora reeled back, stunned into silence for two main reasons: one, this has to be horny Selphie speaking since he wouldn't dare to dream of her saying that and two, because he was confused. Fuck em' at the same time? What, does she mean that they arrange a time to seduce their lust-crazed boyfriends, do the nasty deed, and therefore have to split the money because both won!
Or did she mean 'fuck em' up', like get baseball bats or something and transform their lust into murderous anger by beating them senseless?
For some strange reason, both ways sounded extremely appealing...
"Selphie...what do you mean?"
She was bouncing so excitedly she didn't even hear his question, causing him to start to shake her roughly -- madly. "Selphie, you Loony Tune, what do you mean! Tell me, damnit!"
Her words quivered from the excessive shaking. "I meeeeaaaannnn that weee cann have seeeexxx wwithh them atttt sixx tooommmoooorrrooowww!"
He recoiled as if burned. "Owwie," she whined while grasping her head, "brain damage...OOF."
Sora stood abruptly, dropping the girl in the process, and began pacing the room. The plan would work perfectly; he and Selphie would corner their boyfriends at six p.m. tomorrow -- conveniently after their blitzball game, making them hot, sweaty, and in need of release of the adrenaline pumping through their veins -- seduce them, and voila! You have two satisfied couples that get $75 each! But wait...
"Selphie," Sora questioned reluctantly, "what if they refuse? To...you know, fall for the seduction?"
She stared at him blankly. "REFUSE! HA! They are hardly (adopt low, seductive voice here) in the state to refuse."
Turning to his brown-haired friend, Sora smirked devilishly, mentally drooling over what he was going to do with his silver-haired god. "Selphie, I must admit. This is genius."
Selphie looked to him with her own twisted version of the smirk adorning Sora's features. "Why, of course it is! Now shall we begin to plan Operation: We Will Screw You If It's The Last Thing We Do?
"Certainly," he drawled while stroking his chin in a cunning matter, "and I'm lovin' the title! It rhymes!"
--Day Twelve ... 12.06 p.m. ... Selphie/Cloud's Hideaway--
What happened next was a flurry of scribbles, evil laughs, and amusing phone calls. The people Sora and Selphie planned to include in this massive operation - Ziggy (without a doubt), Damien (reluctantly), Cloud (hesitantly), Leon (surprisingly), Kairi, Wakka, and the delectable couple from Leon's promotion party, Reiji and Mamoru - were called as soon as the loose ends of the plan were tied together, and within 30 minutes, the plan was finalized and the participants accepted their roles whole-heartedly. Even Ansem and Sephiroth decided to join in on the fun. Once they heard about the situation, they both were amused, but more so, sympathetic.
Now congregating in Selphie/Cloud's hideaway, 'The Heroes,' one 'Horny One' (even though he can't be called that now...) and 'The Newbies' faced the back wall of the expansive cave, giving most of their attention to the two teenagers there.
Selphie and Sora extended their pointers simultaneously. "Alright, peoples," Selphie started, eyeing everyone in the cave, "this plan, made by yours truly, is to end this terrible bet that has completely warped our lives. The success of this mission is imperative; not just for me and Sora, but for you as well." Selphie turned to Sora dramatically. "Sora?"
"Right, Selphie. Phase One of Operation WWSYIITLTWD will actually begin today, and will require the services of the following people. When I call your name, please come and stand next to Selphie."
"You don't have to call my name in order for me to come, baby!" Damien catcalled from the back. The group erupted into childish giggles.
Sora and Selphie were not amused.
"One more 'come' joke, Damien, and I have put you in the corner."
He pouted.
"As I was saying, when I call you name, walk up to the front and stand next to Selphie. Leon."
The shaggy-haired man slid Cloud from off his lap and walked up with a stoic expression on his face, only revealing interest in stormy-gray/blue eyes.
"Wakka."
The redhead let out a surprised 'that's me' before heading up and standing next to Leon. He clapped the older man on the shoulder and grinned broadly.
"Reiji."
"Nnn...oh god Mamoru!"
The group whipped around to see Reiji straddling Mamoru, tongue thrusting in and out of his boyfriend's mouth as hands traveled over his body and into his pants. Sora blanched. "Hey! Cut that out!"
Response: a trembling moan from the uke.
Selphie pounced. "HEY! WE! SAID! CUT! THAT! OUT! GET THE HELL OFF!"
She ripped Reiji off Mamoru's lap in a single pull, much to all of the men's surprise, and threw him up to the front with the others, glaring daggers at him with furious green eyes. "Feckin' sex addicts," she mumbled to herself, "can't live with em', can't live without em.'"
"Did you just say 'feckin?'" Mamoru asked incredously.
Selphie glared at him. "What of it?"
"Why don't you just say 'fuckin?'"
"Because I like 'feckin!'"
"But that---"
"ENOUGH!" Sora yelled. He glared at the two before turning his glare to Reiji. The blonde smiled apologetically to Sora, and the other boy had to stop glaring because Reiji looked so damn adorable. "Alright. Damien and Ziggy."
"Oh yeah!" The two yelled together. They strutted towards the front.
Selphie eyed the line of gentlemen and twirled her pointer threateningly in her hand. She stopped in front of Wakka, tapped his back with her pointer to stop him from sagging, and then resumed her calculating walk. She needed men for this job; boys wouldn't cut it.
Her next stop was the ever-snogging Reiji, and she scanned his body unrepentantly before patting him on the head lovingly with smitten smile. Her hand started to stroke his cheek. "Why are you taken?" she wondered a loud. "Why am I taken? We should be together, you delectable li--"
"AHEM!"
She turned around to meet twin glares before laughing off her embarrassment and heading to the dry erase board with 'WWSYIITLTWD' properly scribbled along its top. "Alright. During Phase One, we will create more sexual tension amongst our boyfriends, which is key to the success of Phase Two.
"Riku told Leon a profound saying: 'most people try to take the horse to water and make it drink. The real job is to make it thirsty, and it'll come to the water all by itself.' I believe whole-heartedly that if we use this phrase, they won't be able to resist.
"Now, the boys before us have access into a special practice that starts tonight at 7:00pm and ends at 11:00pm. The big game is tomorrow so the others won't know what hit em' since their minds will be focused on blitzball. They've been playing and having games for years; we know by heart the routine in which they follow. Sora?"
"Right Selphie. Leon, Wakka, and Reiji will actually be playing in the game so they will be busy during the actual game, but before the game, we want you to plant some messages in the boys' lockers. You do know which ones they are, right?"
The three nodded.
"Excellent. Damien, Ziggy, we need you two to play as double agents."
Damien whipped to the side to stare at Ziggy before whipping back to Sora. "Double Agents!"
"Double agents. We will tell you key information that we want you to 'bring up' in a conversation, and at the end, report back to us. Since the two of you are the ball boys (insert manly giggle from said ball boys here) for the blitzers, we want you two to also sabotage the practice. Have them thinking of sex and sex only."
"Blatant and cliché innuendos, conspicuous leers, and innocent dirty jokes?" Ziggy inquired.
Damien nodded fiercely in agreement while Selphie and Sora's devilish smirks flourished to the max. "The whole nine yards."
Damien slyly. "You mean, the whole, thick, long nine in---"
Sora impatiently. "Save your dirty jokes, my corrupt, depraved friend."
Selphie gleefully. "The rest of you will be partaking in Phase Two, and that meeting is for after the success of Phase One. So, meeting's adjourned, but not without a gift for your cooperation!"
Turning around excitedly, Selphie pulled a mini battery-powered stereo from behind the battered armchair and set it on the armrest of the chair. She hit the 'play' button, opening her mouth to sing the lyrics to the song.
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Picture book, of people with each other, to prove they love each other a long ago.
Everyone sweat dropped. What the hell was this?
"OH WAIT! WRONG SONG!" Selphie bellowed as she lunged for the stereo. Pressing the fast forward button rapidly, she stopped abruptly and let the rightful song play.
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
"Hmph," Ansem snorted. "Whose a woman's man?"
The group erupted into riotous laughter. Wakka frowned. "I am, ya!"
The group quieted.
"No, you are a girl's boy!" Sephiroth stated.
The group erupted again at Wakka's red face.
"DAMNIT! WRONG SONG AGAIN!" She pressed fast forward button once more.
I want to know, can you show me?
I want to know about the strangers like me.
Tell me more, please show me.
Something's familiar
About the strangers like me.
"HERE WE GO!"
Swaying her hips to the jungle rhythm, Selphie thrust her fist in the air, and with a cry, yelled, "EVERYBODY DANCE!"
Everyone obeyed.
Day Twelve ... 12:56 p.m. ... Tidus & Selphie's Hut--
It's been seven days since the all night house party for Leon's promotion.
Seven days since Leon became a traitor and abandoned Tidus and Riku.
Seven days since those very two people got even a glimpse of their significant other.
And it was beginning to show.
Albeit always being pale, Riku's healthy pale became a sickly pale, emphasizing jutting bones under taut skin. His long silver hair hung in rattails around his face and shoulders - (gasp) blasphemy! - and his eyes seemed more crimson than jade. A permanent line replaced his mouth. His hands were in a constant state of trembling.
Tidus didn't fair much better. His once golden glow bordered on the edge of orange from continuous outside searches in palm trees, and his blonde hair stood in every direction, giving the impression of a threatened porcupine. His eyes seemed more crimson than blue as well.
The two pathetic excuses for human beings sat on the couch in Tidus' living room; they had been there all day, flipping through channels and avoiding going outside to meet the day. Tidus flipped the channel.
"¡Te quiero!"
"¡Te quiero también!"
"¡Béseme, Josè!"
"Wasn't this on earlier?" Riku mumbled as he popped an Oreo in his mouth.
"Yea, Marie catches him, remember?"
"Oh yea. Change it."
Flip.
"James! I'm under legal age! If we get caught, you'll be charge with statutory rape!"
"Ah'm not carin' a bit, sweetheart; Ah'm in need of some hardcore lovin!'"
"Oh, James. Take me. Just take me now!"
"I was gonna do it with or without your permission, darhlin.'"
Flip.
"The female lets out a long, needy call to notify her potential mate of her heated state. Watch, ladies and gentlemen, at this fascinating union. The male has come, perching on his hind legs to swiftly enter--"
Flip.
"Wow... this is fascinating!"
The explorer eyed her partner with warily. "Maybe, you should stay away from that."
"FINALLY!" Tidus almost screamed with relief. Propping his legs up on the coffee table - Selphie would kill him, but he isn't gettin' any so what's it matter? - he picked up his Cola and settled into a more comfortable position. Riku frowned at the television screen, from his position beside him, and turned to Tidus to say, "I don't think watching this is such a good idea, Tidus. This looks familiar..."
"Shh."
"Oh relax, Nina," he cooed as he made a full circle around the 'dead' alien. "This thing is as good as dead."
His partner backed away. "Yea, and this is the part where it comes alive and eats us both, proclaiming that it will take over the Earth and enslave the people. Get back, James."
He laughed. "You watch too many movies!"
(HISS)
James froze.
(HISSARGHRAWR!)
Nina stumbled backwards, and as she reached in her back pocket for her shotgun, a slimy tentacle swept across her form, sending her flying across the tiny cave. She hit it with a thud on the wall, head splitting open like a dropped watermelon, before James screamed in terror. The alien stood to full height - a massive 8'3 - and grinned downward. "Young, male flesh...(HISS)...good...(HISS)!"
A lone tentacle adorned with embedded blades ripped off his clothes while the other flipped the man on his stomach and thrust---
"ARGH!"
Chucking the remote across the room, Tidus clutched his head in complete agony. "WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO! ALIEN PORN! ACK!"
Riku just sat on the couch, a contemplative look on his face. "I knew that looked familiar...that show was Tales From the Deep: Alien Erotica Volume Three."
Tidus looked to Riku, disgusted. How the fuck would he know that?
"How the fuck would you know that?" Tidus whispered. He couldn't even look at Riku. "You sick fuck! You watch alien porn!"
Riku blushed lightly before crossing his arms and scoffing. "It was a bet. Only a one time deal."
"Yea, right!" Tidus accused vehemently. "You probably got Volume One and Volume Two, too!"
Riku leaped across the span of the couch in a single bound. He pinned the younger boy under him easily, and with a furious growl, he cocked his fist back to deliver the punch.
However...
Something must have been in the air. Even without the physical contact with his significant other, Riku had no feelings of lust or desire towards his partner in whatever this sick, little game was. And now, perched upon his form, connecting hip-to-hip, chest-to-chest, and god forbid, groin-to-groin, Riku felt something stir within him. He looked down from his spot over the other boy, eyeing his tousled blonde hair that seemed to turn cinnamon brown and cherry red lips that seemed to all of a sudden resemble Sora's with such a hunger that it blocked all rational thought from his mind. He swooped downward and claimed those lips , biting, nibbling, coaxing them open...and the other boy responded. Tidus wrapped his arms around Riku's neck without so much a hesitation, and even went as far as to wrap his legs around Riku's lean waist. The two were lost in the moment, the lust filled thoughts of their others to really pay attention to the person they were kissing. They were kissing something, and that was all that mattered.
Riku grinded downward.
Cold water hit the pair - it brought them back to reality and got rid of all the ardor.
Or as Damien would say, it stopped the Popsicle from dripping.
Riku pulled back.
Tidus unwrapped his arms and legs.
Let's recap, shall we?
Riku kissed Tidus.
Tidus responded.
Tidus wrapped arms and legs around the other boy.
Riku grounded downward.
Tidus was hard.
Riku was hard.
Tidus was BOTTOM!
And painful moans were coming from the television set.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
--Day Twelve ... 1:23 p.m. ... Damien & Ziggy's Hut--
Being the double agents that they were, Damien and Ziggy set out doing their job as best as they possibly could. Technically, they weren't supposed to start Phase One of Operation: We Will Screw You If It's The Last Thing We Do until tonight at the blitzball practice. But when Riku came crashing into their hut, furiously wiping his mouth and 'lower areas' with such vigor and with such a disgusted look on his face, Damien and Ziggy couldn't resist.
Their motto has become, 'kick a man when he's down begging for mercy,' so what the hell?
Appropriately wearing a shirt that says 'Erections Should Never Be Wasted,' Damien set about his mini plan with Ziggy while Riku gazed forlornly out the window in the next room, sipping hot chocolate like a betrayed lover on Christmas Day.
Phase One, Sub Section A: Torture Riku was going to go into affect...
Now.
"Oh god.../huff huff/ go faster, you inept sea monkey!"
An eyebrow rose.
"/huff huff huff/ I'm going as fast as I can! Fuck!"
The other eyebrow joined the first.
/BRRIIINNNGGG/
"Oh no, that wasn't apart of the plan!" Ziggy whispered.
"Improvise, damnit!" Damien hissed.
"What the hell is that/huff huff/ Shut it off, we're busy!"
Riku moaned softly, gripping his cup harder. He longed to be busy. He was a busy person, always having someone...AHEM...something to do. He could really do some with business right now--
/BRRIIINNNGGG/
"We can just stop..."
"Of course we can't just stop! We're on the brink---"
Riku buried his face in his hands. Oh, to be on the brink once more...
/BRRIIINNNGGG/
"Saints preserve us, just answer the damn thing!"
Ziggy stopped pushing the huge dresser -- Damien made him do it to produce 'a sweat' -- and wiped his hand across his brow before making sure his clothes were in a pleasurable disarray and sprinting over to the phone. He picked up the receiver and answered with a tired 'what do ya want?' before nodding and smiling widely. Damien walked over with him, thinking of a new plot to torture Riku, and Riku himself walked over from his spot on the sofa. "Who is it?" Damien questioned loudly.
Ziggy ignored him, throwing his head back with fake, but unrestrained laughter.
Damien raised his eyebrow. He could work with this situation if the person on the phone was who he thought it was. He surreptitiously looked over to Riku. The other boy was also curious as to who was on the phone.
Yea, he could definitely work with this. It was so unlike his sidekick/best friend/screw buddy to completely ignore a command and have the nerve to laugh about what the boy was suppose to be telling him about.
...If that sentence made even a lick of sense.
So, if he were to get jealous...
"Oh my goodness, that is hilarious!" Ziggy exclaimed as he jumped up on the counter. He swung his legs back and forth like an excited school kid, shaking his head vigorously and biting back hordes of laughter. "It'll definitely help with that!"
Throwing a glance in Damien's direction, Ziggy winked and puckered his lips into a pout. Damien got the message. Become...
A spoiled, bratty, attention whore!
Cue dramatic music here.
Damien's 'frown' deepened as Ziggy continued to answer periodically with an "Uh huh" or a "Perfect," smiling toothily as he did so. "Who is itttt!" Damien whined with a sulky pout on his face. Ziggy shot him a look of 'annoyance.'
Riku sipped his hot chocolate watched the interaction with trepidation.
Sliding smoothly across the room, Damien made his way over to the perched boy, his frown transforming into that of a seductress (or ...seductrer?), and drag his hand down Ziggy's chest while positioning himself in between the other boy's legs. Ziggy looked down with a 'frown', mouthing 'not now!' while switching hands, trying futilely to push Damien away. Damien only wrapped the arm around his waist, grabbed the front of his shirt, and forced him into a passionate kiss. Immediately, Ziggy's big tongue sweep the roof of his mouth, and with a moan, Damien climbed into his lap and took the phone from a dazed Ziggy. He broke the kiss.
"Hello, is this Tidy? Ok, it is you. Well, let me tell you something. I am getting ready to be fucked by this delicious man who I am straddling, which, by the way, you can't do, so if you'll excuse Ziggy for about an hour. You know what? Make that two. He loves to keep pounding into me over and over and just never stop. Toodles, love!"
The phone was slammed back on the receiver.
Ziggy 'frowned' at him. "That was a little harsh, don't you think?"
Damien 'pouted.' "You were ignoring me..."
Grinding downward, Damien captured Ziggy's lips once more and grasped at the other boy's private areas. He broke the kiss. "I demand to be fucked. Now."
After thought: "Again."
A cup shattered, and hot chocolate showered the three in the room.
Ziggy smiled. "Sir, yes sir!"
--Day Twelve ... 1:26 p.m. ... Tidus & Selphie's Hut--
The phone dropped lifelessly from Tidus's hand.
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Finished! Alright, I've got four important things to say here:
1) The first song mentioned was 'Picture Book' by The Kinks, the second song was 'Staying Alive' by the BeeGees, and the third song (one of my favorites) was 'Strangers Like Me' by Phil Collins for the movie Tarzan! I don't own them!
2) The t-shirt 'Erections Should Never Be Wasted' was actually one of Debbie's shirts in Queer As Folk. Again, don't own!
3) I'm sorry for the long update (better late than never, I say), but I'm back in the swing of writing so expect some updates and new fics! I love you guys!
4) The final chapter is the next one! Stay tuned for more craziness, everyone getting their15 minutes of fame, and the revealing of who actually wins the bet (if someone wins...muwahaha!)
--MercuryGoddess--