From the mind that brought you over 100 lame stories no one can remember the names of...

Comes an epic tale of forbidden sex in a camp environment with a bluntly obvious title.

The touching romance of a host and camper relationship that begins due to a terrible curse (and the fact that the host is a whore and the camper is off his rocker…). With Total Drama Island's Chris McClean as the dominating and whorish host (however you spell his name) and Duncan –insert last name here- as the cursed and there-fore OOC uke in the situation… and Courtney as the… oh, you'll figure out how she fits in soon enough…

Cereal-Killa proudly presents,

A new TD series slash(ish) Fanfic,

Nominated for no awards, (except the most obvious title in the world awards)

Something that will blow your minds in a possibly good or very bad way-

Full Moon Curse

It is said that after his sixteenth birthday, the third son of the third son will fall in love each and every full moon. Duncan finds that this curse is more than just a rumor… as does Chris.

Chapter One:

Poor Duncan

There are a lot of things you don't take into consideration when you are Duncan's age.

I mean, everyone thinks about when you're going to lose your virginity… Duncan just wasn't thinking about losing it to a guy. Who was ten years older than him.

Whom he hated.

Yeah. You don't tend to think about that kind of thing when you're Duncan's age.

He didn't think much about the stupid story his dad used to tell him as a kid. It was just some stupid story. Just some dumb tale he used to tell Duncan and his two older brothers when they were little, something to scare them, that was all.

"See, the story has been that after their sixteenth birthday, the third son of the third son will be cursed, falling in love with someone new each new moon." Their dad would wiggle his hands around in the air, opening his eyes wide and making sure to scare all of them as they all three coward together in a shaky embrace. "This has been a curse placed on our family since before we can even trace back, but it goes like this…

"There was this witch who found your ancestor in the woods and caged him. He begged her to let him go, and she agreed, but only on one condition- that he come back and visit her every full moon. He agreed and was freed, but, he didn't keep his promise. That one night, when the witch went to look at the full moon as she sat lonely and empty, she cursed the man. She said that his spirit would be cursed and would never die, but be reborn into his family again and again. She said that the third son of the third son would gain this spirit, and would be cursed to fall in love each full moon, just as she did, mourning over the man she let go. She did this so the curse son would seek out love but never be able to reach it. It's said to take effect once they reach their sixteenth birthday."

Duncan and his brothers had listened to their father with wide, intrigued eyes. "Who is the third son of the third son?" Duncan's oldest brother, Drew, asked.

Duncan's dad let out a light chuckle and let an evil smile slide on his face. "Well, see, our family was so scared of this curse for so long that they refused to have more than two children for the longest time. But all that changed with my mother. She decided she didn't care about the stupid curse even though she believed it to be real, and decided to have a third son."

"Who was that?" Daniel, the second oldest asked, clinging tighter to his brothers.

"Well," Their father had a devious gleam in his blue eyes, "It was in fact, yours truly."

Duncan then felt his throat clench up. "T-that means…" Drew began.

"That the third son…" said Daniel, his voice getting progressively smaller.

"Of the third son…"

Duncan gulped. "Is me?"

Duncan's dad let out a laugh, and then nodded his head. "Yup, that's you, kiddo!" He wiggled his hands mysterious once more, causing a yelp from Duncan, "You're the third son of the third son, cursed to fall in love each and every full moon!"

Duncan's father was an asshole and so were his brothers. They all teased him about it those first weeks after hearing the story, but soon it was lost in the other loads of family memories and adolescence. No one really thought much of that story (well, his Dad did, but he was just crazy), Duncan included. It was a dim light in the back of his mind that he hadn't considered in a while.

Most especially when he had just turned sixteen and gotten onto the new show, 'Total Drama Island'. He had bigger and better things to worry about that didn't involve some dumb ass curse.

It had been about two months into Total Drama that Duncan started to get discouraged. The girl he was really starting to like, Courtney, wasn't really warming up to his advances, and that kind of sort of pissed him off a little bit… okay, maybe more than a little bit. He was getting really pissed.

He had actually told her the other day that he kind of liked her, but she had just waved it off as a joke. He hadn't disagreed or tried to argue, but god why did Courtney have to be so damn dense? She didn't understand anything.

Duncan was unable to fall asleep in the dark of the cabin, and soon got up to sneak past his fellow cabin mates to the mess hall. He knew that Chef kept some good food in the back, and he decided a full stomach would help him escape insomnia.

The mess hall was dark, but Duncan saw a light coming from the inside. He peeked into the dirty window to see Chris, looking at a laptop, and decided that the sadistic host was harmless and wouldn't interfere with his plans. He entered the mess hall, and, just as he had predicted, Chris only gave him a once over before slipping back to his laptop. Duncan walked into the back of Chef's kitchen and grabbed a bag of dill pickle chips, walking over to Chris as he lazily stuck one in his mouth. "What the hell are you doing here?" Duncan mumbled, sitting across from the host at one of the tables.

Chris ran a hand through his hair, typing on the keyboard. "Settling some issues with the bills and the company, is all… give me one of those chips." Duncan offered the bag as Chris reached his hand in a stuck one in his mouth. "I love dill pickle."

"Right?" Duncan mumbled, sleep deprived and tired out of his mind. Chris was much more casual once the cameras went off. He was still evil and sadistic, but not as much so…

Duncan then felt something clench in his chest. His eyes went wide, and Chris looked up from his laptop to see that Duncan looked awfully distant. "Um, dude, are you-" Duncan then turned to the window, looking up at the full moon. His heart felt like it was on fire, and he could feel his stomach clenching and unclenching, the uncomfortable feeling of… of something he had never felt before rumbling inside of him. The full moon… it looked so pretty…

Something in his mind snapped and his eyes went back to their normal size.

But his pupils stayed dilated.

He turned toward Chris who was giving the Mohawked teen a freak out look. "What?" Chris mumbled, getting more scared by Duncan's stare as time went on. "What?" He yelled, as Duncan made eye contact with him. Something in Duncan's look changed… something about it almost seemed soft.

Duncan then smiled brightly at him. "What do you need, honey-bunny?" Chris raised a brow, but before he could respond, Duncan was already on his feet strolling over toward Chris, sitting on the older man's lap. "Your wish is my desire."

It was odd- were Duncan's eyes always that lustful? Chris was still trying to take in the younger teens words when Duncan leaned down and captured his lips with his own. Chris found himself leaning into the kiss before coming to his senses and pushing Duncan away forcefully, to little avail. Chris was shaking, "What the hell, Duncan?" He was seriously freaked out.

Duncan just cooed, "I love you, Chris…" And attached his lips back to the shell shocked host. As much as Chris's brain was telling him to back up, this is a minor, a male minor… Duncan tasted so good, and he smelled so intoxicating…

Maybe one night of kisses wouldn't hurt. Anyways, Duncan didn't seem like he was in his right mind so Chris could obviously blame it on that. Pressing his lips against the teens in response, he could feel Duncan moan into his mouth, and Chris smirked. He knew this was going to be fun.

They both embraced each other in the dark of the mess hall, the only noise being the sounds of wet lips a breathing, the only scent being one smelling faintly of dill pickles…

A/N- Wow… you have no idea how much I've wanted to write this…

So anyways, based a bit (a I mean a teeny bit) off of a Fruits Basket fanfic I read a while ago. I don't know why, but the thought of a curse seemed fun…

I think I might be the first person to ever write Duncan/Chris! Though this isn't really Duncan/Chris… trust me, by chapter three, you'll understand the actually couple underneath this slash couple for humor… I wrote this for my best friend! Happy 16th year, Janice, hope you're reading... :)

Stayed tuned (heh… I've always wanted to say that)!

:) Thanks so much for reading!

First Draft Finished: 1/19/2011
Final Draft Finished: 1/27/2011
Published: 2/1/2011
Fandom: Total Drama series
Disclaimer: Total Drama Island and all its characters are property of their respective owners.
©2011 Cereal-Killa