Exactly two weeks after the game had been announced, it was the last hour and the competitors were in the woods, trying to find a clearing. Linder was pissed.

The clues were obviously like drinking water to him. He had a pretty good guess about where the clearing was. What made him angry, was that he had let his guard down. And it had cost them a tag they had secured from Mason.

If anything, Pierre had done the most.

He quickly explained to Pierre where the clearing was, then told him to go on without him. He'd be there in a short while, he told him.

Linder hadn't been walking for long when he found Riley and he wasn't with Jet.

Perfect.

Riley would obviously be having their tags, he was stronger, and could better protect their tags in the woods.

He stalked Riley, moving aimlessly, while he thought about what he would do when he got closer to him.

He tiptoed behind him, the tag peeked through his pocket. He could so easily grab it and make a run for it.

"I won't let you have the tag so easily."

Linder stilled, then thought that if he wasted even the slightest moment, this chance would be gone. He made to grab it either way.

Riley skillfuly stepped around him and held his hand to prevent him from falling. "You're welcome," he said, smiling at him.

"Oh shut up," Linder pulled his hand way.

His confidence was annoying because he didn't even bother hiding the tags from Linder. He was playing with him, not even considering that Linder might actually take it from him.

"This is futile," Riley kept moving backwards, "Why haven't you considered that I'm more athletic than you are."

That actually had Linder thinking.

"I could even give you a tag," Riley continued. "And a five second head start and I'd still catch up and get it from you. But I'm not evil like that."

Linder should have listened and let it go, but he wanted to do this for Pierre more than anything else.

It happened in what seemed like half a second.

"And now I have your tag," said Riley cheekily.

What the fuck? How could he have been so distracted?

He went to reach out for it but just before he could grab it, Riley pulled the tag a little higher, and stepped into the clearing with his back to it, where he was untouchable.

"Oou, lucky me," he said.

Yeah right. He was only toying with him. He knew exactly where it was. And where he was going, his movements had been precise.

Linder felt like the biggest loser on planet earth. It was an ugly feeling. At the end of it all, the winners had been announced.

It was Riley and Jet with four tags, their own and the two they stole last minute. Mason and Zel came last with no tags. Linder and Pierre would have tied at first place if Linder hadn't acted so rash.

They came in second because of the ace tag, which had been given to Linder all along, it also pissed him off that it could have been the ace tag that Riley had taken from him.

"I'm sorry Pierre," the look in Linder's face was defeated as he looked to the beauty before him.

He'd failed him after asking him to trust him. What sort of pathetic person did that?

"We have ten points each, and I had fun," replied Pierre.

Linder thought he didn't hear it right. "What?"

Pierre nodded and smiled at him. "I really had fun. I like the team we make."

Linder's brows went up. "Yeah?"

"Oui."

It was Pierre who walked towards Linder. It was Pierre who put his arms around him and held tight. Linder for the life of him held him tighter.

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Jet stormed inside the Master's room. "Hello bird brain," he smirked.

There was instant amusement in the Master's face. Like his day had just gotten better.

"You can't do anything about it," Jet added.

"Is that why you're so happy?" asked the Master.

Jet walked confidently around the room. "Mhm," he was smiling, and deep down he knew it had nothing to do with him winning the game.

"I could even jerk off right here and you wouldn't do anything about it."

The Master crossed his legs or leaned back and gave Jet all of his attention. "Do it then."

"Nope, I don't want to do it here."

"Are you shy? Why did you come here then?"

"No, of course not," Jet walked to the window and ignored the other question. "Anyway, I'm still going to jerk off."

Jet was pressed to the glass of the window, the Master capturing his frame from behind, then teasing him by touching him in his nether regions. "You are going to jerk off huh?"

The Master let him go. "Go then, have fun thinking of me."

"Not a chance."

"You are such a bad liar." The Master pointed to his crotch and Jet looked down before his cheeks flamed.

He stormed out just the way he had come in. The Master's laughter in the background.

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The day was ending beautifully. For the first time, the entire house seemed to be in high spirits. Laughter floated around from where Mason, Pierre and Linder sat.

Riley was nearby and he should have heard it but he didn't. He couldn't focus on anything with the blood rushing to his ears.

Everybody's voice sounded so far away. His ears kept ringing, his heart kept thumping and his body kept aching with want.

The door before him was blocking him from what he really wanted. So he flung it open. He was a little desperate.

"Ry!"

He fucking loved it when he called him that. Even if now it sounded accusatory.

Zel had a horrified look on his face because Riley has just caught him in the middle of wearing his shirt. He quickly pulled it on, hastily trying to cover every inch of skin that was exposed to Riley.

Riley walked towards him. The rules are suspended, he thought. The rules are suspended.

"Say something Ry, is everything alright? Of course it is, you just won. I'm happy for you! Even if I'd say you cheated," said Zel. He was frowning at a wrinkle on his shirt.

The rules were suspended, he would not be disqualified for breaking another one. This wasn't breaking the rules. They were suspended.

"This isn't like you. Seriously tell me, what's wrong?" Zel asked then lightened up. "Oh I know! You want to read a comic together?"

Ever since they started doing that, it's been torture for Riley. And no, it wasn't torture he wanted at the moment.

"I'm at my limit Zel," he finally spoke when he ran out of distance to close. Zel's eyes wandered up to his. "You have such beautiful eyes," he added.

Zel's cheeks colored. "Ry..."

That's it.

"Put your arms around my neck," Riley said, bending down for him.

Zel didn't even question it, he did. And when Riley lifted him off the ground, his legs crossed around his waist.

Pure bliss was only an inch away from him. He needed a taste like he needed breath. Riley pressed his lips to Zel's.

Just like he'd thought, they were soft, so soft against his. He could smell him and the soap and the soap from his shower. All of it was intoxicating.

He thought he was doing a pretty good job of holding back, until Zel's lips parted. That was when all hell broke loose.

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