Note: this chapter contains sexual detail and some strong language.

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"Ah come on man! Get a hold of yourself!" Prince cackles, trying to grab Michael by the shoulders to talk some sense into him. "You don't want her! You're just desperate because you're stuck in here!"

"Leave me the fuck alone!" Michael shouts, pushing Prince off of him. "Just let us be already, man! Don't come near us again. Any of us." He walks away from Prince, along with Whitney and the others.

"You didn't need to do that," Whitney murmurs to him, once they're far enough away from Prince. "You didn't need to do any of that."

Michael exhales, seemingly sick and tired of all the games being played and the unnecessary drama. "Look, Whitney. We're all gonna die in here. You, me, the rest of the group. We are all gonna be dead this time next week. Why the fuck can't I just enjoy the time I have left?"

"What do you mean?" She furrows her brows in genuine confusion, running her hand through her now-frizzy hair.

"Whitney, I really fucking like you okay? Nothing in the outside world matters to any of us anymore. We won't ever see it again."

"So what are you saying?" Her voice has lowered now; both of them are standing close to one another. She checks behind her to see that the other members of their team are engaged in other conversations among themselves. Nobody is watching them.

"I'm saying ... what happens in the game, stays in the game." His eyes move down to her lips, before his hands move to her waist, resting gently there. He moves in once more, closing the small space between them in another kiss — this time, one that is softer; more relaxed; not so impulsive. Whitney's arms move up, around his neck to pull him closer.

Before it can become too intense, the pair hear wolf whistles and cooing behind them. The pair part, turning around to find George is the one whistling with Andrew; and Elton and Freddie are squealing playfully at them. Whitney giggles shyly, with excitement building up inside her. She can't believe her and Michael have shared not one — but two kisses. She didn't expect things to turn out as they have.

"Oh, I do love a bit of love!" George smiles, clasping his hands together happily. Elton is stood beside him, his arm around his Greek lover.

"So do I," Elton mutters into George's ear, in such a way that George begins to feel a strange sensation rise in him. He turns to face Elton, who is softly biting his lip. "Come with me for a while," he invites.

"Where to?" George asks.

"Room 080." A mischievous grin forms on his face, so he wipes it away by sliding his tongue across his lips, taking his bottom one fully into his mouth.

George accepts this invitation, by not protesting when Elton drags him away from the group. The pair giggle as they dart through the corridors, until they reach Elton's room. He takes out his keycard, swiping it over the keypad and awaiting the flashing green light.

Once they have access to the room, and the door is closed, Elton starts to tear off George's yellow jogging jacket, revealing the white T-shirt underneath. George, feeling just as eager, grabs Elton's face in his hands and forces a kiss upon his mouth. The only sound that comes from their room is the sound of their long, drawn-out breathing from the intense make-out session they're engaging in; along with the shuffling of their jogging suits as they remove them piece by piece. Soon, both are fully unclothed — leaving only that, which was previously left to the imagination.

"You're so divine," Elton whispers, finally pulling away from the kiss. "I have no idea how I ended up with you."

"Through caring for me ... " George sighs, his face close to his lover's; he closes his eyes to savour the soft, tantalising nurture he's experiencing. "And through valuing me ... "

Elton feels George gradually becoming more aroused, which in turn makes him feel just the same. With simple, light touches; and hands moving to previously-forbidden places, Elton makes George feel even more cared-for, and valued than ever before.

"You know ... neither of us may make it out of here," he mutters, only wanting to dwell on such a sad fact briefly. "So why don't we just allow ourselves to experience our most genuine love, even if it's only once? ... "

"Yes ... " George breathes, with deep satisfaction arising purely from the presence of the man who leaves him speechless.

Elton leans back on the bed, bringing him along; tugging him gently by the hand. George obliges, and stumbles, falling aggressively atop Elton. With George hovering over him, their eyes meet, their faces only centimetres apart. Another kiss sends the pair woozy with affection; this time their tongues come into play, slipping into one another's mouths messily as the temperature rises between them. Quiet groans sound muffled through the teeth biting on each other's lips; the shaky palms roaming new territory; and the hair clinging to the fronts of their sweat-drenched faces. They want each other; and only each other.

In time, their hands gain experience and courage; daring to go where they've yet to go. Elton teasingly moves up from the bed, pressing himself to George in just the right place. With slow, sensual grinds, he causes George to toss his head back in pleasure.

"Hmm, shit." George hums deep and loud, from the very back of his throat. He topples over, laying on his back to allow Elton to move to the top. Here, Elton has true control over what occurs.

"I'll make sure you know just how loved you are," he reassures his partner, moving his head downwards, out of George's sight. He stops halfway down, his breath emanating heat against George's vulnerable body. His hand reaches to touch the most sensitive areas; slow, rhythmic movements send George into a frenzy instantly. Having received the response he had hoped for, Elton smiles, before quickening his speed.

"Oh, my god," George hisses, his hands clutching harshly at the bedsheets beneath him. "F-Fuck." His voice quivers, as his whole body shudders in satisfaction. He has never felt so overwhelmed with such a positive feeling as he does in this moment. To have someone who not only accepts him, but is willing to show him raw and authentic love, is something foreign yet beautiful to him.

"Do you like it? ... " Elton asks him, despite knowing the answer already.

"More than anything," is the reply he is given, before George grits his teeth. Each breath following this is sucked in and out between his teeth, as he feels himself beginning to reach his high.

"I can feel you tremble," Elton remarks seductively. "Say my name, George. Tell me who loves you and wants to make you feel so special."

The uncontrollable sensation builds up inside George's stomach, spreading to his lower body; and to his legs. His body starts to shake violently. "Elton," he groans, just as he reaches climax; he vibrates, expelling a quivering breath, "God, Elton ... "

Elton feels George pulsate underneath him, pleased that he has given his lover such an experience — and for the first time in his life. He moves back up so their faces meet. "You are perfection to me, Georgios."

"I adore you," George responds, his hands clutching to Elton's head to bring him in for another kiss. Upon withdrawing from him, he continues, "Now it's your turn."

He chuckles, forcing Elton off of him; before pinning him to the bed so that he can move to the top once again. He looks down at Elton, with such love and admiration, before using all that he knows in order to make his partner feel just as special as he made George feel before.

In room 094, Lisa is sitting alone, tears falling down her face. She has just seen the man she still loves, kissing another girl. Not only that — but the girl she predicted he would fall for, only yesterday. Madonna was wrong to say they'd only remain friends.

A knock on the door interrupts her sadness. She opens it, revealing Madonna, who has a regretful expression on her face.

"I'm sorry Lisa," she apologises, before entering her friend's room. "I had no idea how close they really were."

"I don't think anybody did," Lisa dismisses, heaving a sigh. "I just didn't expect him to go and announce it the way he did."

"You gotta remember though, that they won't get to spend forever together. Only a few days at the most. It's doomed for them."

Even this knowledge doesn't make Lisa feel any better. "But now I have absolutely no chance with him ever again. That's what hurts the most."

"You'd have only had a few days anyway. Don't let it bother you." Madonna places a friendly arm around her. "You're better than that. You should have learnt the first time around that crying over Michael is a waste of time."

With a little thought, Lisa nods. "You're right. I'll let them have their romance. It's not like it'll go on forever, is it?" She laughs a little, feeling a little better about the situation.

"Attagirl. So, you gonna come out and see everyone?" She gives her the puppy dog eyes and a pout. "Come on. It might be the last day you see some of them for."

"Alright. Fine." She rises from her bed, following Madonna out of the room. The pair walk back through the corridors until they reach the main function room, spying everyone sitting and chatting.

"Hey girls," Freddie greets them. "How ya been?"

"Just fine," Lisa answers, forcing a smile to appear genuine. "What did we miss?"

"Not much," Andrew tells them. "There isn't an awful lot to do between games. We just get to know each other a little better."

"Right," Madonna acknowledges, as her and Lisa sit down with the rest of the group.

*

Later on, once George and Elton have finished their private episode in room 080, they disband for a while. Elton goes to chat with Andrew and Freddie, while George heads in Michael's direction.

Michael is stood alone, in the corner of the main function room, deep in thought about everything. He feels content with the progress he has made with Whitney, even though he feels guilt for betraying Harper. It was an in-the-moment decision to kiss Whitney; but even hours later, he still feels every little bit of the connection he felt with her during the kiss.

"Hey, Lover Boy," George greets his friend playfully, an enthusiastic grin forming across his face.

Michael's enthusiasm doesn't quite match that of the Greek. "I guess I could greet you with the same."

"What's up?" He senses Michael's sadness, heading closer to him. "Talk to Auntie George."

"I ... " Michael starts to hesitate, but then figures that in a few days it won't matter what he's told to George. "I don't know how to feel, George."

"About what?"

"Whitney," he frowns, remorse evident on his face. "I think she's amazing — I really do. She's the reason I'm still alive right now. But it's just eating away at me a little, the fact that I kissed her."

"How do you mean?" George gives him a puzzled look. "I thought you guys liked each other?"

"George ... in the real world, I'm married." Michael outs his confession, immediately looking away from him in shame. "I'm married and I have a baby girl on the way."

George's eyes widen in surprise. "Shit mate! I didn't expect that one." He pats his teammate on the back. "But hey — in a few days, it won't even matter anymore. Unless you win this thing, that is."

"And what if I do?" Michael pleads. "What do I do then?"

"You tell her the truth. That you made a mistake, and you regret it."

Michael shakes his head, before hiding it in one hand. "That's the ridiculous thing though, George — I don't."

"You don't — you don't regret it?" he repeats, more for his own benefit than Michael's.

"No, I don't. I've never been a good husband to Harper ... and this just solidifies it, doesn't it?" He growls at himself in anger. "I married this woman and yet the first woman I see who isn't a complete jerk, I cheat with and I love it. What the fuck is wrong with me?"

Unsure on what else to say, George shrugs. "I don't know buddy. I guess if you survive this thing, you'll just have to live with it if you can't tell her."

"Man ... either way it sucks," Michael evaluates. "But I guess while I'm alive, I just wanna make the most of it. Thanks for listening though. I appreciate it." He gives George a genuine smile in appreciation.

Meanwhile, Madonna stands listening from a suitable distance, with a look of shock evident on her face.

"Just wait until Lisa hears about this ... "

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Chapter eleven! Is something about to go down? What will happen next?