Scott sighed, lying on the couch and closing his eyes. He needed a good night's rest. Vincent still hadn't left, he was probably going through Scott's stuff or something.

Scott rolled his eyes under their lids, welcoming sleep as it crept over him, pulling him down into the deep recesses of his subconscious.

His dreams were the usual, weird mess of nonsense. At first, David stood in front of him, his face a ruined mess. Scott averted his eyes from the bloody lump.

"What's wrong, Scott? What's going on?"  David asked, his high and clear voice troubled. "Why won't you look at me?"

Scott felt guilt worming in his stomach, then somebody tapped his shoulder and when he turned around, Vincent leapt into him and suddenly they were kissing. Hard. Not a just passionate kiss, but full on, tongue-swallowing making out, and although he was asleep, Scott could almost feel Vincent against him. They kissed for a while, and Scott had the feeling that they might move on to something a little more... serious, but suddenly, Vincent had melded into a teenage girl with many heads. Scott pushed the creature away instantly, fighting the urge to scrape his tongue clean, and all he wanted to know was how had they known it was him? How had they known?!

Scott was jolted awake when the whole couch shook; he opened his eyes to see Vincent on his hands and knees, leaning over him, a strangely cocky look on his face. "Scotty?~ What were you dreaming about?~"

"All sorts of things," Scott groaned, lifting up his arms to rub his eyes, trying to remember what he'd been dreaming just seconds before, "None of them good."

"Mmm~ You sure I wasn't part of it? I coulda' sworn I heard you... breathe my name...~" Vincent purred seductively.

Images flooded Scott's mind of his dream, where Vincent's body was wrapped around his, where they'd been kissing like it was their last day alive. He felt himself flush.

"Ah, so you were dreaming about me~ Tell me, what happened?"

"Nothing happened," Scott huffed, glaring at Vincent defiantly.

"Did we kiss?" Vincent persisted.

Scott wavered and dropped his gaze. He didn't even notice that he did it, but Vincent certainly did. His grin widened. "Oh? What kind of kiss? A peck on the lips? A loving kiss? A French kiss?~"

"More like a make-out session," Scott mumbled. "But before you say anything, shut up. It was just a dream."

"A dream is a wish that your heart makes," Vincent said quietly. He half-shut his eyes, looking at Scott through his eyelashes, "And your wish is my command~"

Scott tried his very hardest to ignore the fluttering that had started in his chest at Vincent's words; he felt as if there were a kaleidoscope of butterflies in his ribcage and he was quite certain that he was as pink as Vincent was purple. Most of all, why was he so close? Scott swore he hadn't been that close a second ago.

Vincent chuckled; a deep, soothing sound that made Scott's stomach flip, and he leaned down and kissed his lips. Scott couldn't hide the smile that spread across his face.

"I guess that's that kiss you wanted, huh?" Scott asked. "Clear the tension?"

Vincent shook his head, "Not the sexual tension. But we can work on that later," he said it casually, but revelled in Scott's mortified expression before hopping off of him, pulling Scott up by the underarms so he stood up, and then pulling him into his body.

Scott mumbled into Vincent's chest, "This doesn't make us lovers, right? You understand that, right? Even though... we might get a bit close for friends... I ... we ... ... you smell nice."

"I always smell nice," Vincent replied. "As for the first part..."

He stepped away from Scott, and then jumped up on the coffee table.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" Scott snapped. "No standing on my furniture!"

But Vincent wasn't listening. Actually, he was doing exactly the opposite. Vincent was actually singing, "Let's face the facts about me and you, our love unspecified..."

"Oh my gawd, don't you dare-"

"Though I'm proud to call you "Scotty-bear", the crowd will always talk and stare," Vincent looked down at Scott. "C'mon. Y'know you want to. Sing the next verse."

"What?!" Scott exclaimed, "No way. What makes you even think I know the lyrics?"

"I saw it in your playlist, Scott, remember? Now sing!"

Scott stared at Vincent for a moment, and then frowned, taking in a deep breath and letting it all come out in one rushed, monotonous sentence, "I feel exactly those feelings too and that's why I keep them inside 'cause this bear can't bare the world's disdain and sometimes it's easier to hide,"

"Okay, you're tone deaf, that's fine," Vincent threw his arms out and spun around on the table, "Than explain our guy love! That's all it is! Guy love! He's mine~ I'm his! There's nothing gay about it in our eyes!" He jumped down and grabbed Scott's hand, twirling him in a pirouette and pulling him forward into a dip.

Despite himself, Scott started giggling, before deciding to join in on the song, "You ask me 'bout this thing we share."

"And he tenderly replies," Vincent grinned, "It's guy love..."

"Between two guys..." Vincent and Scott sang it together. Scott giggled again, "This is so ridiculous."

"Just go with it," Vincent shrugged, pulling Scott back up and placing an arm around his waist, beginning to dance with him, "We're closer than the average man and wife."

"That's why our matching bracelets- hey, wait, we don't have matching bracelets," Scott pointed out.

"We'll have to fix that," Vincent said. "You know I'll stick by you for the rest of my life..."

"You're the only man who's ever been inside of me!" Scott sang the line before he was aware of what he was singing. He instantly blushed, "I mean - inside my dreams...?"

Vincent's eyebrows raised, "You must tell me more about this dream you had."

Scott rolled his eyes, "There's no need to clarify..."

"Oh no?" Vincent asked, twirling Scott again before pulling him back.

"Just let it grow more and more each day," Scott grinned lopsidedly up at Vincent.

"It's like I've married my best friend..." Vincent smiled back down at him.

"But in a totally manly way! Let's go!"

Vincent and Scott harmonised together as they ballroom-danced around Scott's living room, "It's guy love. Don't compromise, the feeling of some other guy, holding up your heart into the sky!"

"I'll be there to care through all the lows," Vincent lowered his voice particularly for this line.

"I'll be there to share the highs," Scott countered with his voice higher than usual, then they both sang together, "It's guy love, between two guys!"

Scott smiled affectionately at Vincent, "And when I say, "I love you, Vince." It's not what it impliiiiies!"

Vincent joined in for the grand finale, "It's guy love!

Betweeeeen!

Twoooo!

Guyyyys!"

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Vincent fell back onto the couch, pulling Scott with him.

"You always have the best songs to describe the way I feel about you," Scott commented, letting himself snuggle into Vincent (because, after all, it was only bromance, right? "Nothing gay about it", to quote Vincent's song).

"Mm," Vincent wrapped himself around Scott as best he could, pulling him close and placing his chin on Scott's neck.

Scott sighed, smiling to himself. Having Vincent so close was oddly relaxing. Feeling his breathing, his heartbeat. Scott closed his eyes.

Sleep threatened to take them both, and as they slipped off into a dream-state, Scott fancied he might have just heard three whispered words from Vincent.

"Love you, Scott."