(( CAN WE ALL JUST TAKE A SECOND TO APPRECIATE THIS OMG Thank you stolen-air-catcher for the beautiful Mexican bean we see here. ~I can't believe someone drew Ollie aaa~ ))

((warning, slur.))

"If you think I'm just going to let you... you faggots kidnap my girlfriend and... and... do whatever disgusting things you want to do to her, you've got another thing coming!" Blake snarled.

"Oh, yes," Vincent sounded distinctly unimpressed. "A poor young woman in a house filled with gay men? I'd be worried for her too. All the indecent things we could do, oh, the list is endless... We might even make friendship bracelets. The mere thought of it makes my blood boil. Now goodbye." He slammed the door shut.

"You can't all hide in there!" Blake's voice was muffled through the solid wood door, "I'll find a way back in, and I'll kill you for this!"

Vincent sighed. He leaned down, pushing open the mail flap in the door, "Blake, I'd like to see that weedy, sickly little emo body of yours try and take down all four of the grown men in this house, and then successfully take down Linda, Scott's mother, and somehow drag Kayla out the door. Honestly, I'd love to see it happen. I'd pay to see it happen. But unfortunately, your chances are looking about as grim as your future."

Blake fell silent on the other side of the door. Then he growled, and kicked it once, "I'll get back at you somehow, you disgusting queers. I'll snap your little fag necks." Then there was the sound of footsteps retreating.

Vincent straightened up, dusting his hands off, "Well. Isn't he a charmer."

"Thank you, Vincent. Thank you so much..." Kayla ran from Scott's side and barrelled herself into Vincent, hugging him. "I never thought I'd ever be able to get away from him."

Vincent glanced over at Scott, almost panicked. His eyes were wide, and Scott quickly got the message. What do I do?!

Scott rolled his eyes, and made a hugging motion with his arms, raising his eyebrows. Hopeless, as usual.

Vincent nodded, and pulled Kayla into a hug, "Kayla, you're like a sister to Scott and I. We'd never let someone push you around like that. We love you far too much."

Kayla smiled, pulling away from the hug, "That means a lot to me, guys. Thank you."

Oliver, who was standing next to Scott, cleared his throat, "Actually... if you don't mind... I think I'd like to have a talk to you, Kayla. I-I mean, I know... you don't know me as well as you know Vincent and Scott, but... Well... I think I can help."

Scott cocked his head, turning to look at Oliver, "Really?" He said in a hushed tone, "You'd be willing to do that?"

"Of course," Oliver whispered back, "I have a lot of experience with being blackmailed, Scott. I often wished I had someone I could talk to, back in Mexico. Even if I never had that... this is my chance to be that person for someone else." He nudged Scott, "Anyway, that'll give you and Vincent some time together, which I know you've been wanting."

Scott stared at him, wide-eyed... and then broke down into a guilty chuckle, "Thanks, Oliver. You're the best."

"Nothing less for my best friend," Oliver smiled, then turned back to Vincent and Kayla, "Vincent, if you let us talk somewhere moderately private, you and Scott can go clean up from dinner together, if you'd like."

You could literally see the relief on Vincent's face, "Thanks, Oliver. I'm not so good with all this kind of stuff. Just... let me know what you guys work out, and I'll make sure Blake gets nowhere near Kayla in future."

Kayla sniffled, wiping her eyes, "Thank you, Oliver. H-Helping a perfect stranger like me, with a stupid little problem like a bad boyfriend. I know there are better things you could be doing with your night."

"Oh no. A bad boyfriend is not a little problem, Kayla," Oliver insisted. "Especially if he's abusive. Being..." He glanced around for just a second, then cleared his throat, "Being abused is a terrible, awful feeling, and it doesn't deserve to happen to anyone." He smiled, and glanced over to Scott, remembering the tine when he would have finished that sentence with 'except me'. He'd come a long way thanks to Scott.

Scott smiled back, "Well, we'll give you two some time to talk. Feel free to use any of the rooms in the house, and if you need us, feel free to come and get us."

"Thank you," Kayla said. "You guys have no idea how much this means to me." She looked over at Oliver, "Why don't we go to the kitchen? Then we can make ourselves a cup of coffee while we talk."

"Sounds great," Oliver nodded, "Let's go."

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The door slammed shut.

Scott slumped against it, sighing. "I'm sorry, Vincent."

Vincent looked up from beside the bed, "It's alright, Scott. Nobody saw this coming."

"I know..." Scott groaned, walking over to Vincent and hugging him, "But I was really looking forward to having a night with you tonight..."

"Were you just?" Vincent grinned, nuzzling into Scott's hair. As Vincent had discovered, it was unbelievably soft and perfect nuzzling material.

"Of course I was. I always do," Scott grinned back, kissing Vincent's shoulder, "You always know just how to work me~ And tonight was probably our final chance before we have to go back to work."

"Oh, I'm sure we'll be able to find time," Vincent's grin widened slightly. "As for tonight, we'll have to make do with watching a movie instead. Would you like that?"

"Only if you at least take your shirt off," Scott teased, poking out his tongue. "What movie do you have in mind?"

"Something romantic. Gay, of course. Straight romance is so boring. See if you can find a gay romance about birthdays," Vincent hummed, and threw Scott the remote, "Here you go. Pick out something for us."

Scott caught the remote and placed it on the bed, "Alright. Let me just slip into something more... comfortable."

Vincent spun around to face him, "What? I thought we said no-"

"I meant pyjamas, Vincent," Scott cut him off quickly, shaking his head and picking up his pyjamas (they had 'ring, ring' all over them and little pictures of phones). "Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Yeah, right. Like you didn't say that on purpose," Vincent sulked. "I'm going to brush my teeth."

"Okay," Scott quickly took off his ((OKAY I DON'T USUALLY PUT IN A/Ns IN THE MIDDLE OF STORY BUT IT'S LITERALLY HIS BIRTHDAY SUIT)) suit, dumping the clothes on the floor, and pulled on his pyjama pants. It was too hot for a shirt. He crawled onto the bed and shuffled into the sheets.

"You mind if I just sleep in my boxers?" Vincent asked, walking back out from the bathroom. "I can't be bothered finding pyjamas."

"Aw, we're all boys here," Scott quipped. "I'm sure I won't mind." He picked up the remote, turning on the DVR and starting to flick through the movies in the LGBT folder. He stopped on a certain movie, one whose title was... uh, interesting, to say the least. He read the synopsis, and burst out sniggering, "Oh my gosh, Vincent, we're so watching this."

"What is it?" Vincent slid into bed next to Scott. He squinted at the TV screen, "Poltergay? When the hell did I record Poltergay?"

"Have you seen it?" Scott asked, excitedly. "It looks hilarious! It's a Poltergeist spoof, only instead of the house being built on top of a burial ground, it's built on top of a gay disco club where five dancers died."

Vincent snorted, "Oh dear."

"Yep. It says that the ghosts try to flirt with the new landlord, who becomes convinced that he's hallucinating due to his own repressed homosexual desires," Scott laughed. "This is going to be great."

"Not exactly the romantic movie I had in mind."

"Oh, screw romance. This is way better."

(( I MAY HAVE SEEN POLTERGAY SHUT UP ))