Be gone homophobes, for this is slash homosexual relationship between two males. And Happy Halloween (or Samhain) y'all.

Thanks to Limited Edition and her insightful reivew, this story has been edited.

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“Why I am doing this now?” Vince asked.

Peering over his shoulder, Jenny grinned. “Cause you lost a bet,” she sung happily.

Vince growled something foul under his breath, fingers curling into the fabric of his shorts. She grinned at his curses and spun away, laughing the whole time.

The door to the bedroom burst open. Tom, Jenny’s boyfriend, turned a delicate shade of green when he saw what Vince was wearing. He looked away and placed a hand over his eyes. “Pretty much everybody’s here already, Jen.”

Jenny flashed him a seductive smile and turned to the mirror. She blew a kiss to her reflection. Marilyn Monroe. Blond curls and red lips and white dress.

Then she smacked Vince’s ass. “Get out there, bunny boy.”

Vince let out several more curses while Tom slowly backed out of the room. She slammed the door after she and Tom walked out.

Vince turned to the mirror. Tiny white female shorts with sheer white stockings. A pair of clean white gyms shoes and simple bunny ears on a headband completed the costume. That was it. Vince sneered at his reflection and then padded over to the door.

Damn. Why did he have to agree to that stupid bet? Oh yeah, he though he would’ve won. It had been a stupid bet. Who said that he couldn’t play pool just because he had lost one game to Jenny?

He tugged at his shorts nervously, hating how his blood was pounding in his ears. He rarely got nervous. But this time he had reasons.

He really didn’t want to go out there. James was probably out there. His cheeks burned. But he had to. Jenny had told him that she would drag him out if he didn’t. Plus it was part of the bet. Stupid bet. Stupid bunny costume. At least she hadn’t gone and done something even more vicious. Like actually admitting some things to James

Steeling his resolve with a deep breath, he flicked off the lights and walked out.

People started teasing and jeering at him immediately. Heat settled into his cheeks. And then he saw James. Oh yes. The blushing was now permanent.

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James was quite comfy were he was at. He hadn’t seen Vince yet, but he had seen Jenny and she had promised that he would be in for a surprise. That made him slightly scared. Jenny actually being ridiculously happy about something like that was usually a bad thing. Plus there were drinks. Yes. Life was good. Now if he could only get Vince over here and do something about that stupid lust that had been haunting him…

His hand tightened around his cup. This was the night. That stupid bet made it tonight. Goddamn Jenny. Why had he agreed to that bet again? He couldn’t remember the exact details, but he did vaguely remember Jenny saying she would just tell Vince if he didn’t. Fuck.

Now the night was turning for the worst. He had been happy just drinking and laughing and having a good time. But now, since he had remembered, it meant he had to do it. Jenny would know if he didn’t. And if he didn’t then…Jenny would do it and it would be worse. And embarrassing. Damn Jenny. Damn bet. Damn lust and attraction that he wasn’t supposed to have for his coworker. Just damn it all.

And then Vince walked down the stairs. James’s breath whooshed out of him. It was like a punch to his solar plexus. As his eyes (well eye, since the eye patch to his costume covered one) roved up and down, heat spiked to his stomach and warmed his body like a shot of spicy rum. Guys’ legs were not supposed to look that good in tights, he thought dimly.

Vince’s eyes caught his and the connection lasted a second, before they simultaneously broke it. James walked as far away from Vince as he could and Vince did the same. Most of the night was spent like that. But Jenny eventually caught on to it and pulled James over to the kitchen, the only place in the house that wasn’t filled with noise and people.

“Why are you avoiding him?” she hissed at him, eyes narrowing.

“I can’t do it.”

She grabbed his shirt and shook him angrily. “I cheated at pool to get him dressed up like this. Just for you! I’m getting sick and tired of the sexual frustration between you two so don’t waste this opportunity!” Then she pulled back, straightened, and wiped the angry expression off of her face. “And if you don’t, I’ll tell him myself.” With that, she turned away and walked out.

James frowned darkly, wondering on what he was going to do. After several moments’ worth of thought, he gave a defeated sigh. “Might as well get it over with.”

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Vince pulled away from the girl chattering at his side and started towards the stairs, ignoring the several jeers thrown his way. He had a mission. He had made an appearance, damnit, so now he was going back upstairs, changing, and then leaving. He hadn’t wanted to be here in the first place. He cast a cautious glance around. At least he hadn’t run into James.

Just as he reached the stairs, a hand grabbed him and pulled him back. “What’s with the costume?” came James’s voice. It was amused and slightly lilting and made shivers race up Vince’s spine. How could James do that with one question?

Vince turned his glare on the man-turned-pirate. “Lost a bet to Jenny.”

A sudden alarmed look passed James’s face before it disappeared with an easy laugh. “You should know not to do that.” Vince narrowed his eyes. He had seen the expression and wanted to know what it was about.

“Right,” he agreed, although suspicion tinted his tone.

A woman in a skimpy French maid’s outfit bounced up to Vince and latched a small hand onto his arm. With a slightly horrified glance, Vince saw it was Emma, a woman in accounting who had made it apparent that she had crush on him. He had tried to tell her he wasn’t interested but she hadn’t listened. Stupid headstrong female.

On his other side, Vince noticed that James was venomously glaring at Emma. That made him raise an eyebrow. Since when had James made Emma an enemy?

“Hi, Vince,” Emma chirped happily.

“Uh, hey, Emma,” Vince responded, although he was twitching slightly with the urge to run and was futilely trying to tug his arm away from his grip. He gave her a tight smile.

“So, I was just wondering if you were busy this Saturday. Cause, you know, if you weren’t, I’m free this weekend and well, I would really like to go out with you.” She peered at him hopefully from heavily made-up eyes.

Vince stared at her. Did she not get the word ‘uninterested’? He opened his mouth to answer, but James cut him off.

“He’s busy.”

Emma leaned around Vince to glare darkly and hiss, “I was asking him, not you.”

James narrowed his eyes threateningly. “Does it look like I care? He’s busy.”

“He can answer for himself.”

“It’ll be the same answer anyway, so it doesn’t matter.”

Vince felt like a bone that was being fought over by two dogs. He wondered why he felt like that because it wasn’t like James wanted this bone so why would he…? Vince was a smart guy. He took in the acidic glare aimed at Emma (for no apparent reason), the biting responses, and the iron grip around his bicep. It added up, but it had to be wrong. Right?

He took a breath and took the plunge. Turning to Emma, he said, “I am busy this weekend.”

He could’ve timed a watch by her actions. She pouted, lower lip sticking out exaggeratedly, and asked, “With what?”

He forced down his jittery nerves. “This.”

And with that, he turned to James and fastened his mouth over the pirate’s. It was great. It was beautiful. It was mind-blowing. It was all those clichés and more. Heat curled low in his stomach and his breath caught in his throat.

Hands came up and tangled in his hair, knocking the bunny ears out of their place. The hands pulled him closer and angled his head just so. Electricity raced up his spine and singed all of his nerve endings. James pulled back slowly, a grin touching the corners of his mouth.

They both glanced at where Emma had been standing and saw that she was gone. Then James turned to Vince. “What was that about?”

Lust highlighted the green in Vince’s eyes. “What do you think?”

James grinned, teeth pearly and bright, and leaned in, probably ready to kiss Vince again, but he was stopped by a tap on the shoulder. Jenny stood there, one hand holding onto a wad of cash. She thrust it at James. “Here you go. For the bet.”

Vince eyed the cash and his mood went downhill. He glowered at James and spat out, “What bet?”

“Well, you see…” James wasn’t very helpful. His mind was still kind of on the fritz from the kiss.

Jenny smoothly cut him off with a coolly raised eyebrow and a, “Didn’t he tell you?”

Vince ground his teeth together. “No.” He turned to the fumbling James. “What were you supposed to tell me?”

Once again, James wasn’t very helpful. “Well…” and an uneasy laugh.

Jenny slid the money back into her dress and simply said, “He’s infatuated with you.” She paused a second. “And he wants you in his bed.”

Vince blinked and then turned to James with a wicked grin. “Really…”

James spluttered something unintelligible and then saw how Vince was looking at him. “Yeah.”

Vince grabbed James and pulled him away. Jenny watched as they stumbled up the staircase. Once they disappeared from sight, she grinned and sauntered off. She had some bets to collect.