(( This chapter should be split into two but I'm not going to because it's cute gawddamnit so deal with it. ))

Vincent looked up as Scott's Dad and Boss came out of the kitchen. Scott looked up at his Dad almost expectantly, like a lost puppy looking for guidance.

"Hey, champ," Andrew grinned at his son, "Can... Can I talk to you for a second?"

Scott blinked, confused, but nodded, "Yeah, of course."

Andrew smiled, then looked at Vincent, "I promise I won't take him away for too long."

Vincent shrugged, "Scott and I can hang out anytime. You take as long as it needs for you guys to be alright again."

"Well, then. Excuse me from the table," Scott stood up, and followed his Dad into his old bedroom.

"Actually, Linda, I needed to talk to you privately anyway," Vincent said, looking at Scott's twin.

"Me? What on Earth would you want to say to me?" Linda raised a finely shaped eyebrow.

"Talk to me and find out," Vincent replied.

"Well, I can't say no to that..." Linda grinned, standing up. "Let's go into the spare room at the front. That's where you and Scott will be sleeping tonight."

Vincent stood up and walked with Linda into the spare room.

"What's up?" Linda asked.

"Well, Scott and I were talking the other day, and we thought it might be nice to go shopping with you one day, er, specifically, dress shopping," Vincent blinked, waiting for her reaction.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwe!" Linda squealed, "My little brother and his boyfriend want to go dress shopping with me?!"

"Well, I don't know about me specifically, but yes. Yes, we do."

"Well then what the hell are we waiting for?!" Linda was getting excited, "Tomorrow morning, first thing. I've always thought he looked so happy in a dress."

Vincent grinned, "I bet he looks hot as hell, too. But that's just my opinion."

Linda laughed, "Eh. If you're into that kind of thing."

"Trust me, if it's Scott, I'm definitely into it," Vincent chuckled, then looked around at the room he and Scott were to be sharing. It was plain, with blue-grey carpet and normal white walls. The windows had plain vertical blinds over them. The typical guest room.

"Uh, we better go back out there," Linda said, "Otherwise my Mum's gonna come up with some scandal."

Vincent laughed, "All right. I just thought I'd tell you in private because I reckoned Scott wouldn't exactly like me announcing that he wanted to try on women's clothing."

"Really, I'm all for anyone to be able to wear anyone's clothing. There shouldn't be 'male' and 'female' clothing," Linda shrugged.

The door opened and Scott walked in, "Are you two alright? You've been in here forever."

"Hey Scott," Vincent suddenly became curious, "Tell me something. Would you ever be a drag?"

Scott's eyebrows raised, "Excuse me?"

"I mean, you like wearing dresses. What's stopping you from going the whole hog and becoming a queen?" Vincent sat down on the bed.

"Oh- No. No, no. I mean, sure, there's nothing wrong with that, but really the only reason I ever wore dresses is because they're actually pretty comfortable. I was never really into the high-heels, make-up kind of thing. Well, I mean, I did kind of go through a stage... but I grew out of it pretty quickly," Scott shrugged slightly, "I've kind of grown out of the whole dresses thing, to be honest. Kind of."

"Uh oh," Linda said, "Too bad, because you're going dress shopping with us tomorrow~!"

"It doesn't have to just be dresses. We can get you a new suit, and some nice going out clothes," Vincent explained.

"Oh, yeah! I totally forgot about that," Scott grinned, "That'll be heaps of fun, actually. As long as we don't run into anyone we know."

"No chance," Linda said, "I'll take you to my favourite store. They've got men and women's departments, and plus, we're all the way on the other side of town from where you live."

"Sounds perfect," Vincent said. "I could do with a new suit myself."

"Great," Linda and Scott said as one, their voices so similar you almost couldn't pick them out.

Vincent grinned, "That's really trippy, you guys. Speaking as one like that. I'm not sure who's who."

Scott and Linda laughed together, "Twiddle-dum and twiddle-dee."

Vincent shook his head, "No... stop it, I'm serious."

They laughed again.

"We've been told that since we were little kids," Scott said.

"We used to plan out a script, so that when people met us, we said everything at the same time. 'Hi, we're Scott and Linda and we're twins.'" Linda grinned.

"That's awesome," Vincent said.

Robin came bustling into the room, "Vincent, there you are. I've got you a spare toothbrush for you, but I couldn't find anything for you to sleep in."

"Oh, that's fine," Vincent shrugged, "I can sleep in my boxers..." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Scott virtually jump at the idea, his face shading pink.

"Won't you be cold?" Robin asked. She frowned, "I'm sure I have a doona somewhere..." Turning around, she left the room again.

"I'll leave you two to it," Linda said. "Bathroom's just through that door, by the way, seeing as nobody pointed it out." She pointed towards a door to the left of the bed. "Night!"

"Goodnight," Scott and Vincent said, and Linda ducked out of the room.

Scott turned to Vincent, "So... I guess it's just you and me, huh?" He swallowed visibly, "Just you and me... in the same bed... together... while you're hardly wearing anything... in the same bed as me... the both of us... just us... the two of us... together."

Vincent raised an eyebrow, "Well, I hope so, unless Boss decides to crash the party."

Robin came back into the room with a huge doona overflowing in her arms. She threw it onto the bed, "There. If you need anything at all, don't be hesitant to come wake me or Andrew up."

"Thank you, your hospitality is greatly appreciated," Vincent hummed, looking at the doona, "Is... Is this a Dora the Explorer doona?"

"It's Linda's," Scott said. Too quickly.

Vincent chuckled, "What ever you say."

"Well, I'll see you two in the morning..." Robin looked over at her son, then hugged him tightly, "I'm so glad that you're staying over. And I admire you for what you did tonight. You're my brave boy." She broke away and smiled at him, pinching his cheek, then bustled out of the room before it became too much.

Scott looked at Vincent, "She's so embarrassing."

"She's lovely," Vincent replied, and Scott rolled his eyes.

"She's not here anymore, you don't need to keep sucking up. Okay, I'm going to go brush my teeth."

"Me too," Vincent followed him into the bathroom, finding a Hello Kitty toothbrush on the bench. He laughed, "This is the spare one?" He picked it up, but Scott quickly snatched it out of his hands.

"This... uh, this one's mine..." He put toothpaste on it and slammed it into his mouth before Vincent had any time to laugh at him.

Vincent shrugged, picking up the other plain blue toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it.

Scott brushed his teeth like he ate - with superhuman speed. Vincent was only halfway through brushing his teeth when Scott had finished, rinsing out his mouth.

"I'll see you..." He hesitated for a second, "... In bed."

Vincent nodded.

Scott walked out of the bathroom and sighed, looking at the bed. It was only smallish... This was so awkward. What happened if Vincent wanted to cuddle up - or worse - if he wanted to take advantage of the fact that they were alone together in the room. He raised a hand and absentmindedly brushed his fingers over his neck. Vincent could be very persuasive when he knew what he wanted.

Sighing, Scott realised he really only had one choice. He'd have to suck it up and deal with it. Walking over to the wall, he turned the light off, switching it for a lamp that was on his bedside table. Sitting down on his bed, Scott pulled at the laces on his shoes and pulled them off, followed by his socks. He heard Vincent walk into the bedroom and turned to look at him.

"Are you going to sleep in your clothes?" Vincent asked, beginning to undo his belt, "That can't be very comfortable."

Scott looked away quickly, trying to steady his heart rate. He jumped slightly when he heard Vincent's belt drop to the floor with a muted clank. Don't get turned on, don't get turned on, don't get turned on, don't... "U-Um. I-It's not that bad."

Vincent hummed, "Up to you, I guess." Scott heard fabric rustling as Vincent slid off his pants. He stared at the wall, trying desperately not to look at his friend. He knew he was blushing slightly, and didn't want Vincent to have the satisfaction of knowing that he'd gotten to him.

"Do I just put my clothes here?" Vincent asked.

Scott took the bait - his eyes slid over to where Vincent was standing and anything he was thinking about was instantly wiped out of his mind. Vincent really was stripped down to just his boxers, and he looked like a model. A playboy. Straight out of a magazine. Scott stared at Vincent's chest for a moment, then his gaze flickered down to somewhere a little more inappropriate. His face flushed terribly. Vincent was not lacking in that department, that was for sure. Oh gawd, oh gawd. Catch me if I swoon...

"Scott?" Vincent asked, a smug smile on his face, "You alright there?"

"N-No... I mean, y-yeah... sure... I was just thinking... I should really draw you some time..." Scott mumbled virtually incoherently, still staring.

Vincent blinked, honestly surprised by Scott's response, "Draw me?"

Scott nodded, Anything to see that body again...

Vincent tilted his head, "Huh. Actually, that'd be pretty hot..." He narrowed his eyes, "I'll even pose for you, baby~" He climbed into bed beside Scott.

Scott felt his nervousness return slightly. Yes, he could admire a good-looking guy, but to have that good-looking guy pressed up against him and flirting with him all night was not exactly a good idea. He fell back into the rhythm of his mantra. Don't get turned on more than you are already, don't get turned on more than you are already, don't get...

He felt Vincent lean over him to turn off the bedside lamp, and everything went dark. Vincent lay down beside him, his chest against Scott's back. Scott felt him wrap an arm around his waist and he froze, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Vincent's hand slipped slightly downwards to his hips.

Scott inhaled sharply, he spun around, "Okay. No, no, no. This half of the bed is mine. Mine only. Your half is the other half. Nowhere near me. Not touching me in any way. You understand?"

Vincent's eyes shone out at him in the darkness, too bright at first, but they quickly adjusted to a dim glow, "Yes, Scott, sir." He shuffled backwards until he wasn't touching Scott in any way, and then rolled onto his back.

Scott sighed in relief, "Okay. Much better. Goodnight, Vincent." Turning away from him, Scott closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.

He did not.

Maybe it was nervousness. Maybe it was because Scott was still cold, even with the doona, but Scott just couldn't get to sleep. He opened his eyes again and stared at the wall, but he couldn't tempt sleep to take him no matter what.

An hour later, Scott was still awake. He sighed, rolling onto his back. Usually he slept so easily. Maybe it was because he had a lot to think about. He had to think about repairing his relationship with his Dad, going shopping tomorrow, and he was still aware of Vincent only a little way away from him. Seeing him with so little on had damaged his self-confidence considerably. Scott wasn't exactly ripped. He wondered if Vincent would be disappointed in what he saw, if they ever got to the point where he was wearing as little as just his boxers around him.

He listened to the sounds. A car drove past the window, its headlights briefly lightening up the room. The only other sound was that of Vincent breathing softly. He'd fallen asleep so easily... maybe it was the comfort of having someone he loved so close.

Scott turned and looked at Vincent, propping himself up on an elbow. He hadn't noticed that he'd taken out his ponytail. His hair spread out beneath him like a fan. It suited him better to have his hair out, in Scott's opinion. It was so strange to see the usually flirty and seductive man so peaceful. When Scott saw him like this, it reminded him of what he loved about him. His kindness and gentle nature, his soft chuckle, his strength and protective aura...

He listened out a little more. From the way Vincent was breathing, it seemed like he was in a very deep sleep...

Scott watched the sleeping man for just a moment more, then slowly inched over towards him, bit by bit, millimeter by millimeter. Pausing for just a second, he quietly cuddled up to him, gently snaking an arm around his chest. He closed his eyes, his head resting on Vincent's shoulder, and smiled to himself, a gentle sleepiness finally overcoming him. He was just drifting off as he felt Vincent move, intertwining their legs and wrapping his arms around him. He pulled Scott closer, and Scott felt him lean down and kiss the top of his head, on his feathery brown mop of hair. Sleepily, he mumbled, "Goodnight, Scotty."