.:; TIS A LEMON QwQ I'm doing this cause why not and I'm stumped on 'Will You Remember Me' for masky and hoodie just cause there's a moment in which I forgot what someone looked like SO~ I need to go back into the MableHornet entries and find it. QwQ so this is here to entertain you and hopefully in the meantime I'll figure out what entry I'm using for this certain scean. TuT once again I love seeing comments so please don't be shy and leave a little thing below, wether it's just saying hi or bye. Extra little bit: I did indeed draw what's above ;:.

Vincent walks down the side walk, his purple tee shirt ripped slightly at the neck. His hands laid in the pockets of his dark purple jeans as he glanced over at the man beside him. Scott's somewhat messy brown hair and bright blue eyes drove the purple man crazy for him. The few hairs on his chin and the young side burns just adding to the cute factor. He wore a red shirt with Lon black sleeves and dark blue jeans that fit his thin figure well.

(This is my Scott without his mask so shhhh don't complain )

Vincent smiles sweetly as Scott shot a glare at him. "Don't you dare try anything while I'm public.."

"Oh I won't baby trust me," Vincent leans his head next to Scott's and places a small kiss on his cheek, causing the phone to blush red and smack him lightly. Vincent chuckled. "But I didn't do anything!"

"Bullshit vinny! Now stop" responded Scott, walking ahead quickly. Vincent ran after him, grabbing his arm and pulling back.

"Where ya going?" He points to a sign above the building, reading the name of some beer place. Scott didn't care enough to know the exact name. Vincent grinned then pulled the phone inside, instantly to the bar. Sitting down on the old soft seat, Scott turned to the bartender while Vincent leaned against the wooden table. Staring at Scott as he waited for Vincent to make his order. The purple man got the hint then chuckles, turning to the bartender and whistling to get his attention. The young raven haired and green eyed man looks nervously at him, walking over.

"It's good to see you back.." He said, drying the inside of a glass "what can I get for ya?"

"6 shots of whiskey for me, 4 of bourbon for Scotty over there." Said the purple man, pointing his thumb at the phone.

"Right away sir." The boy walks off. Scott had his wallet out, ready to show his ID only to be surprised that the young man completely forgot.

Scott sighed then closed his wallet, pushing it back into his pocket. Vincent grinned over at Scott, leaning over and grabbing his chin. Now pulling their faces close to one another's, Scott blushes red as he covered the purple mans lips with his palm.

"The hell did I say before we got in here Vincent?" The phone rang at the killer. The other pulled away and grinned, looking up and putting a finger to his chin.

He thought back. "Well~ I picked you up at home-"

"You Kidnapped Me." Scott crossed his arms.

Vincent chuckled. "I asked you out and you said yes so I brought you here!"

Scott frowned. "You change up your mind so it's how you want things to go, don't you?"

Vincent grinned then abruptly leaned forward, pressing their noses against one another's as well as a small kiss on Scott's lips. The phones eyes widened as he pulled away and punched the purple man hard on his thigh.

The other hugged his knee to his chest, yelling out pain. "HE HIT ME!!" Vincent points to Scott, whom looked in terror as the surrounding strangers ceased conversations and snapped their gaze to the two. The phone quickly turned around, crossing his arms on the counter and laying his head in the crevice. Vincent looked over, setting his other foot to the ground. His grin faded as one of sadness showed up, he shoos the crowed of staring participants as he places his hand on Scott's shoulder. The killer shook the phone as the bartender returned with a tray of filled shot glasses.

"Where would you.." The boy noticed Scott, then Vincent who was doing what ever he could to get the phones full attention. He set the tray down, walked off. He felt bad for the phones embarrassment.

Vincent had tried everything, now getting very pissed off. The killer let go of Scott completely, an idea popped into the killers very screwed up mind. He grinned as he got up and hugged Scott from behind, then other squealed as Vincent sat down with the other sitting on his lap like a child. Though catching a few eyes, Vincent held up his middle finger to theme from behind Scott's back. The phone blushes red as he glared down at Vincent, the purple man picked up two different shot glasses with one hand.

"Wanna have a little contest Scotty?" Vincent said, holding the bourbon filled glass out to him.

The other hesitates, though sighs. "The night couldn't get any worse.." He took the glass. "I'll win though"

Vincent grinned. " is that a challenge I hear?"

Scott rubbed his head. " you said it was a contest."

The purple man was silent, until he readied his glass. "Three two one go!" He said quickly as he downed his whiskey. Scott panicked slightly and soon downed his burbon.

-tis about 30 minutes later-

The duo stumbled out of the bar, the purple man singing 'London bridge is falling down' in a broken voice. Scott carelessly laughed as the other leaned against him for support.

"You sound like a fuckin whale dying vinny," Scott hiccups loudly, stopping Vincent's singing stopped as the blank eyes man stared at him. The phone returned his gaze, though soon hiccuped again.

The purple man bursts into insane laughter as the other crossed his arms, looking very pissed off. The purple man grabs the phones face and turns theme towards one another.

"Holy~ Shit that was so cute!" He said as if he was talking to a toddler. Scott, in annoyance slapped the others wrist as he walked down the street and towards his missed home. Vincent ran after him, "BABY COME BACK!" He yelled out.

Scott glanced back then began to run. "NEVER!" They both laughed as they ran down the side walk, screaming at each other as they nearly knocked over several people.

-about 15 minutes later + Vincent falling on his face//finally the lemon, I'm sorry it took so long//-

Scott stumbles in his home, the purple man following. Vincent had been drooling over the drunken Scott who lazily walked over to his couch and collapsed. The purple man licked his lips, wanting to screw the phone into next week.

Vincent walks over, leaning over to the phone as he felt his hand up Scott's leg. The other didn't seem to care, though blushed as he glanced back. Vincent grinned, "can you sit up for me baby?"

Scott groaned. " do I have to?" He said, sounding like some lazy-ass teenager.

"Yep!" Vincent said, unbuckling his belt and pulling it out of the loops.

Scott grumbles to himself as he sit up, an spotted the purple man slipping off his shirt. The phone blushed, licking his lips as he took in the some-what toned figure. Vincent unbuttoned his jeans, the tent in his pants finally caught Scott's attention. The phone grinned, standing up as he grabbed the purple mans arms and pushed him onto the couch.

"Let me help you with that," Scott chuckled, sitting on the others knees. "This one seems like a doozy!" He chuckled, he tugged down the others pants and boxers. The purple erection springing forth as the man himself grinned, Scott kneeled down. His tongue tracing around the tip, Vincent laid back as pink made it's way across his face. The phone took in the killers tip, licking everything he could. Vincent twitched, growling in pleaser as the other soon took in more of his member. Scott pulled off, stroking the shaft of Vincent's erection. The purple man glanced down, having the druken gaze of his lover staring back with a crooked grin.

Vincent returned the grin, he sat up only to be smacked lightly on his cheek. The purple man winned, the phone now sat up. He tugged off his shirt, then turned around and stood on his hands and knees. Vincent chuckled, now ass-to-face with Scott. He pulled down the phones pants and boxers, as he leaned forward and bit him.

Scott stood up, laughing. "The fuck you doing?" He turned his head to Vincent, whom only laughed as he flipped Scott around. The two laughed, Vincent tugged off the rest of Scott's clothing (Being the pants/boxers at his ankles and socks). The killer stared at the phone guys erection, then grinned. Scott places two fingers at Vincent's mouth, the killer chuckles lightly then gripped onto the others hand as he licked and kisses along the two fingers. Scott blushes, thinking of the purple man repeating the action to his member. The phone guy pulled away his fingers, arching his back slightly as he reached his hand around his back to his entrence. Pressing the fingers into him, he lightly moaned as Vincent craves the other.

Scott began to pushing the fingers in and out of himself, moaning as he began to ride theme. The purple man had been slapping the phones ass during this, though soon found himself unable to wait. Vincent adjusted his member so it was under the others entrence, Scott felt this. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the others neck and pressing his pale chest against the purple mans face. Scott teased Vincent, pressing the tip against his entrance and no more. The purple man soon became frustrated, placing his hands on the others waist now about the push Scott down onto his member. The phone beat him to it as he blushes red, pushing the purple member into his ass. Vincent grinned and began to lick and bite along the others collar bone and nipples.

Scott let out soft moans as he steadily moved the purple man in and out, the soft patting of pale skin against purple. Vincent groaned, feeling his hands down Scott's sides and soon meeting at his ass. He squeezed the others cheeks as Scott sped up his pace. The sounds they made getting more erotic, the patting turned into soft slapping. Vincent groaned louder, laying back as he watched Scott ride him. Scott let out short loud moans every time he forced Vincent fully in.

Vincent wanted more. He sat up and began to buck his hips agisnt Scott's ass, meeting him half way. Scott arched his back slightly. "Vinny~!" The phone screamed out, stopping his movements as he allowed even more pleasure to flow through him. The purple man moaned lowly as the tightness that he couldn't stand squeezed his member.

" get ready babe," Vincent said, pulling him down into a kiss. Scott's tongue instantly joined Vincent's as he began to pound down against Vincent's member. The purple man met the other half way, forcing hard pressure against Scott's prostate. Their loud moans combined as they broke apart and connected their kiss.

A very tight feeling built up in Scott's stomach. With one last slam down and trust up, Scott pulled away. Arching his back as semen squirted from his member, landing mainly on Vincent's stomach and chest. Vincent threw his head back against the couches arm, the tightness also forcing him to release into the phone guy. Scott gasped loudly, being filled to the brim with Vincent's semen. Scott twitched, slightly gasping as he pulled off of the purple mans member. The phone then lazily collapsed on the other.

Vincent chuckled. "You know, I love you Scotty.." He pet the others soft hair.

"Yeah.." Scott said tiredly. "Love you too.."

-le few hours later-

Jeremy walked to the door of his house, getting out his keys to unlock the door. Doing so, he noticed the open gap between the door and frame. Now beginning to panic that someone had stolen from him, he took a deep breath. Opening the door slowly, he peaked his head in to see if anyone was around. Not seeing anything, he sighed of relief. He stepped in, though stopped in his tracks as he heard soft snoring. The brown haired boy was terrified, though curious of who or what was asleep in his house. He carefully followed the source of snoring to his living room, walking to the side of his couch and looking down at the couple. His grey face turned red, his boss and a purple employe were naked and asleep on one another. Jeremy slowly and carefully made his way back to the front door, not wanting to wake theme up. He eventually made it out and began to walk down the side walk, he pulled his phone out and called his very close friend.

"M-Mike? I-I'm sorry for calling you, b-but do you think I c-could come over..? .... Y-yeah, their in my h-house again.. I'll be there soon, th-thanks again.." Jeremy hung up as he made his way to mikes house.

.:; QUESTION: should I attempt a jeremike fanfic? ;:.