((This is one of those dares I'll never regret writing but always regret publising.))

Just as everybody was going home, Twitch took Mike aside. "Actually, you have a dare for once."

"Huh. And it's not Vincent or Scott for once."

"Weeeeelll... kind of..."

Mike sighed. "What is it?"

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The next morning, Scott walked in. Vincent perked up and walked over. "Morning, Scotty~"

Scott sighed. "Hello, Vincent."

Mike sauntered over to the two. "Hey there, Scott~"

Scott blinked. "Um... hi...?"

Vincent stared at Mike.

"You know, I was thinking... Vincent's kinda right..." Mike said slyly.

"How do you mean?" Scott asked.

"You are pretty hot~"

Startled, Scott froze and blushed. "Uh... Mike... are you feeling alright?"

Vincent glared daggers at Mike. "Come on, Scott, let's go..."

Mike ignored Vincent. "Hot like the sun~ Like... my sunshine..."

Scott stuttered. "M-Mike, you're tripping..."

Everybody else had kind of crowded around, interested by what was going on. Just to annoy Vincent especially, Mike walked right up to Scott and wrapped his arms around him. "My only sunshine~"

"Micheal Schmidt, you step away from my Scott right now..." Vincent growled. "He's mine, Mike."

"You make me happy~ When skies are grey~" Mike sang, still holding Scott.

"M-Mike... I... Oh, geez, Mike... t-that's sweet... but..." Scott tried to worm his way out of the situation.

Vincent twitched slightly and his hand came to rest on his knife. "Last warning, Micheal."

Mike grinned to himself. He loved playing Vincent and Scott like this. "Scotty~"

"Only I'm allowed to call him that!" Vincent unsheathed his knife.

Mike pulled Scott in closer. Though he never would have actually done anything, it certainly didn't seem that way to Vincent. He leaped at Mike and pulled him away. "He's mine!"

Mike smirked. "You were right all along, Vincent. You did pick yourself a looker~"

Vincent hissed, slamming Mike back into the wall and holding the knife up to his throat. "Nobody looks at Scott like that. Only I look at Scott like that. He's mine, Mike. Not yours."

Mike was kind of angered by the threat of the knife. "What're you going to do about it? Purple me to death?"

Vincent growled, "You think I'm not serious? I'll kill you, Mike." He made a slight cut against Mike's throat.

Scott's eyes widened. "M-Mike... he's serious..."

Mike's cocky expression disappeared. He glared at Vincent. "Step away, Vincent. Put. The knife. Down."

"Make me," Vincent pressed the knife in harder. Mike gulped.

Scott saw only one thing to do. He ran up and tapped Vincent on the shoulder.

"What?!" Vincent whirled around.

Scott kissed him.

Vincent's eyes widened. He dropped the knife and let go of Mike, holding on to Scott instead and kissing back.

Mike ran off, quickly, regaining his breath and holding his neck.

Scott pulled away. "I love you, Vincent. Don't ever worry about other people."

"I'll never let somebody else take you away from me, Scott." Vincent replied solemnly. "I will kill anybody who gets in my way."

Scott sighed. "It was probably a dare, anyway."

Vincent sighed as well. "It better have been."