Summary: If you want something bad enough, you will do anything, even side with your greatest enemy, to get it. Cammie, oneshot (might continue it if I get enough love XD)

A/N: This is probably gonna be waaay OOC and I'm sorry about that. I'm just bad at doing characters that are true to nature when it isn't one of my own, if that makes sense. Also, I'm writing this for a friend who thinks that this (like Naruto) is the only way that it could end and every be happy

Warnings: girlXgirl at some point, threesome at some point, waaaaay smutty, unbeta'd, rambling, mentions of underage drinking, not for anyone younger than 18!

Time Taken: around 4 hours

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my mind! I am poor and bored, which is why I create fanfic

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[Sam's POV]

Ever since third grade, I had loved her. She had been my best friend and the only friend that could know what I was doing and not want in on it or want to walk away because of it. She laughed it off when I misbehaved, but worried about me until she knew I was safe. I loved her for that, but it was innocent, sweet love at that time. For a long while, it stayed that way, but then it changed. I don't know when it changed, but it did and that's all that counts.

Thinking about it, as I am now, I think it was when he came into the picture. He was her friend as well and the enemy that I had to deal with on a daily basis. He loved her as well, the beautiful girl that lived just across from him, who he could visit anytime. I hated him for being able to just walk across the hall and knock and she was there, at his finger tips. I hated him for being too much a coward to actually say that he was in love with her, when the whole world already knew. I hated him, because I knew that she could grow to love him and I would loose her forever.

That's when my sweet, innocent love for her changed into desire to claim her as my own and take her away from him, miles and miles away.

Alas, I was also a female and I feared rejection from her, so I hesitated. The hesitation did nothing to curb my love for her, nor my longing, but it did allow me to see that neither of us, my or that boy, had what it took to woo her on our own.

That is when I approached him with the idea to love her together.

Surprisingly, he consented, if I had the guts to make the first move. We sealed the pact with a kiss, each of our first kisses over a less than romantic idea. Many times I have wondered why he agreed to it or why I even suggested it to him. I could have found another, could I have not? One more suited to my taste? To her taste? Often my own thoughts betray me on this matter as I speculate that perhaps it was fate that I made such a pact with someone I hated from the start. Hate, after all, is the purest emotion. I digress.

On with my story, so that you know what has occurred.

"Coming!" my love shouted through the door as I stood in the hallway in front of her apartment, waiting. My naturally curly, blond hair was wet and frizzy, from me walking in the rain, but it was Seattle and always raining, so I was used to it. The door was jerked open to reveal her, drying her hands, probably from doing dishes, and looking curious. The look of curiosity was replaced with joy at seeing her best friend, oh what a friend I was with the thoughts I was having, and then switched to concern as she looked at my wet hair. In chipper tones, she said, "Hey Sam. Get in here, you look like you're about to catch your death."

"I wish I would," I replied with a sigh as I followed the brunette inside. She was taller than me and her hair was almost black, but more of a coffee brown and beautifully wavy. Her hips swung as she walked in front of me, but when she heard what I said, she turned back, her rich, chocolate brown eyes concerned.

She walked over and tilted her head, as she asked, "Hey, what's that talk for? What happened?"

"I'm just…really tired," I answered, sinking down onto the couch and covering my face. Carly sat down beside me, putting her arm around my shoulders and squeezing lightly. My breath caught in my throat at her touch. How cruel! Her being so close, but so far away. A shudder rippled through me at being so near to her.

Feeling me shudder, she took it as I was cold, and hugged me tighter, before saying, "Why don't you hope in a shower? Use mine and feel free to borrow my clothes. I'll make some hot cocoa, with mini marshmallows, like you like."

I smiled at her, not saying thank you out loud, that just wasn't me, and then headed up stairs to her room. The shower was quick, just enough to get me warm, and then I hopped out, planning on rushing to get back to her. In her room, however, I hesitated, sitting on her bed, mostly dry, but still only covered in a towel. My eyes widened as I realized that I could use this to complete my end of the pact. I could make the first move today and then Fredrick would have to keep his end and help me out.

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[Carly's POV]

I didn't like seeing Sam so upset. We had been friends for the better part of forever, so seeing her weak and looking like she was gonna cry made me want to find the jerk that made her feel that way and scream at them. Once the hot cocoa was made, I waited for Sam to come down, but she never did and I didn't want the drinks to get cold, so careful not to spill them, I headed up the stairs into my room.

Sam was sitting on the bed, still in a towel, her face thoughtful and then startled as she realized that I was there. It was obvious that her smiled was forced, but her tone could almost pass for natural, as she greeted me, "Oh, hey. Awesome. You have hot cocoa."

"We have hot cocoa," I replied jokingly, as she got up and took one of the cups from me. We tapped our glasses together and I realized that the drawers weren't even open, shockingly. Teasingly, I asked, "Afraid my dresser will eat you? Don't worry, I don't wear leather or fur, so nothing that has or had a pulse goes in it."

She laughed at this and replied, going back to the bed to sit down, "Nope, Carls. I was just thinking."

"Oh, thinking. Tell me more," I teased again, as I went over and sat beside her, drawing my feet up onto the bed.

For a moment silence reined and I wondered what she could be thinking that was so bad that she couldn't say it to me, her best friend, and then she asked softly, so quietly that I almost didn't hear, "What would you do for love?"

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((A/N: I know, Carly's pov is short, but I want to keep her thoughts hidden and leave you as uncertain as Sam is *evil laugh*))

[Sam's POV]

"For love?" she replied, almost relieved, clearly shocked. Had she thought I had gotten into something serious? Well, it wouldn't surprise either of us if that had happened, but it was touching to know she cared so much, though if I ever did something that bad, I wouldn't drag Carly into it. Nope, I'd deal with it on my own so that she was safe and happy.

Nodding, I replied, meeting her gaze, "Yeah, for love. Not silly, short lived love either, but a long time thing."

"For love," she repeated, this time not as a question. Carly stood back up and began walking around as she thought, cradling the mug. She leaned against her dresser and looked into the chocolaty liquid as she answered, "For silly, short lived love, as you call it, I got into a fight with you and almost lost you, so for serious love, I guess I'd risk everything."

Another shudder went through me at the thought, and I nodded and didn't reply. My mind was a whirl wind of what if's, as I over thought what she had said and soon I was close to tears, though she didn't notice. Abruptly, the tears were gone, even from my mind, as something inside me snapped; leaning forward, I placed my mug on the floor before getting up and walking over to her. Curiously, she watched me, not commenting, even as I took the mug from her hands, but when my hands went back to hers again, she asked, "Sam, wha-"

"I'm risking everything," I replied, before I pressed my lips to hers. For a minute, she didn't react, probably even went into shock, but then ever so timidly, she kissed me back, but just as suddenly as I kissed her, she turned her head away from me, breaking the kiss and tearing my heart, nearly in two.

As she looked at the wall, she told me, "Sam. Get out. I-just get out."

Without replying, I did as she said. I ran down the stairs and over to Benson's door. I didn't bother knocking as I burst in. Luckily, it was only him there at the time, and I slammed the door closed behind me, as I ran over to him on the couch. I didn't care that it was my enemy and the boy that I picked on regularly, as I curled against him and started to cry.

"Whoa, Sam, what happened? Are you okay?" he asked like the nub he was.

Pulling back from him, my obsidian brown eyes met his mahogany brown gaze, and I replied, my voice choked with sobs, "Do I look okay!? I freaking confessed and she turned me down."

As he looked at me, I half expected him to laugh at me, ask me how it felt to join the ranks of those turned down by Carly, tease me that I wasn't as special as I thought I was, but instead, Benson wrapped his arms around my shoulders and drew me close to his slightly shorter form. For the longest while that I can ever remember crying, I just laid against him, and then when I was finished, he leaned back, wiped my face clean with his sleeve, and offered, "Hey, no more tears. How about we get drunk and hate Carly tonight and then tomorrow we can go back to pining after her together."

"Good plan, but where do you suppose we get the booze?" I asked him with a smile, sniffling once last time. I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my palm.

Freddie grinned and answered, "Aw, come on. I know that you have stuff like that at your place. I'll tell my mom I'm staying with a friend."

"Oh, Benson has a bad kid side. Interesting to learn," I said, standing up and offering him my hand. When I pulled him up, I couldn't resist the urge to kiss him, just so that I could get the feeling of Carly, and her rejection, off my lips. Once more he surprised me, by kissing me back.

When we came up for air, he teased, "I got an indirect kiss from Carly. Yay."

Suddenly my phone when off and I pulled it out of my pocket. I looked at the caller ID and quipped, "Speak of the devil."

"Do we ever speak of anything else?" he answered with a laugh. He gestured for me to answer and I didn't need any more prompting. Though I could kiss Benson when I was down, Carly was my only true love. Rejection wouldn't change that.

"Not done ruining my evening?" I asked as I hit the answer button on my phone and lifting it to my ear.

Carly's voice was quiet, muffled, almost choked, as she replied in a sad tone, "I'm afraid not, but I have to say this now or I'll regret it forever."

Making a noncommittal noise, I went over to Freddie and leaned my blonde head against his brunette hair so that only the layer of my curls separated his ear from the phone. At least then I wouldn't have to relay what had been said as I stormed and ranted.

"Sam…I love you," she said. And I drew back from Freddie, giving him a shocked look. His mahogany eyes were wide and then they narrowed with acceptance and envy, but then we both listened in, since she wasn't finished speaking, "But you're not the only one I love. Lately, I've been having these feelings, for you and…and Freddie. I love you both and I don't know what to do. It hurt. I can't pick between you and I can't have both of you and I don't want to loss either of you. Before tonight, I always figured that eventually my feelings for you would fade, since I had thought that they were unreturned and then I could commit myself to Freddie, totally and honestly, but now…what do I do now!? It's not fair."

She broke down, sobbing into the phone and I pulled back once more to look at Benson. He mouthed, 'Damn. If we hadn't mad that agreement, I could have her to myself.'

'As if. She'd never get over me. I'm too awesome,' I replied, grinning.

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[Freddie's POV]

It was actually going to work out. Shockingly, amazingly, it was going to work out and he and Sam were actually going to get and share Carly. Joy made his heart hammer so hard that he was certain Sam could hear it. Though, his pulse had been spiking a lot this evening, considering it skipped a beat when she had leaned against his back, proving to him that she was very feminine.

"Carls. I have the solution to your problem. You just have to trust me," Sam said into the phone. She had been working at getting our mutual love to stop crying for a while now and the brunette on the phone had finally gotten quiet, or so I assumed, since Sam had moved away, holding up her finger so that she could focus on Carly. The blond girl continued, "Trust me, hun. I know what I'm talking about. Also, I want to take things slow after tonight."

With that she hung up and looked at me. A grin spilt her face, as she teased, "I hope you have a condom, because I have waited too damn long to wait longer. If not, you're gonna have to sit out this round."

I can only imagine how my face looked as Sam said that to me, but I actually did have one in my wallet, so I wasn't too worried. I just hoped that Sam knew what she was doing, as she took my hand and pulled me out the door and across the hall. We entered without knocking and Carly was on the stairs, looking at us in confusion. She started to ask our blond friend something, but Sam cut her off, asking, "Where is Spencer?"

"Out with Socko. They are doing something tonight and Spencer won't be home until dawn," she replied, her eyes on our hands, since we were still holding hands.

Sam dropped my hand and walked over to Carly; never before had I seen the blond girl look so alluring or predatorily as she moved towards the brunette, whom almost looked frightened as she stayed still, waiting. The blond locked lips with the one that our web show was named after, and then pulled back to repeatedly pack Carly on the lips as she declared, "I. love. You. Carly. Shay. Do. You. Love. me?"

"More. Than. I. should," she replied, returning her kisses, but then she looked at me, with sorrow and confusion in her eyes.

The second hostess of iCarly, stopped kissing her turned to me. She gestured for me to come over, which I did, very confused, but assuming that Sam knew where she was going with all of this. When I reached them, Sam draped an arm over my shoulders and the other over Carly's, before kissing me on the lips and then kissing Carly again. In explanation, she said, "Indirect kiss, so that you two have already kissed. Freddie, you like Carly, right? Carly, you secretly like Freddie, true?"

Both of us blushed and muttered something to confirm what she had said, our eyes meeting timidly and then looking at her again. Sam squeezed us both and said, "Good. We're dating. Well, I'm dating Carly, who is dating Freddie, who is dating me, who is also dating him, whom is also dating her. Sound good?" Again all we could do was mutter our agreement. I was surprised. Sam had always been so timid and cautious talking about Carly, though thinking about it, she was rather strong and bold and went after what she wanted.

"Good," she said, before removing her arms. In a very bossy way, she took both of our hands and pulled us up the stairs behind her. When we were in Carly's room, she shoved me onto the bed and then Carly into my lap, before straddling Carly's waist and kissing her on the lips.

((A/N: and this is where I leave it for your minds to figure out what happened!

I lied. Here is the rest. Did I make you worry? XD))

Sam's lips landed on Carly's though her hands were in my hair, leading me down to Carly's neck, which I took the initiative and started to timidly nibble and kiss her neck. I could hear Carly moan into Sam's mouth and that turned me on…a lot. There was tugging on my hair and I lifted my head up to have Sam kiss me, while Carly kissed and nibbled on Sam's neck. Our tongues danced in the air between us a moment, before Sam touched our lips together again.

Then both of us switched our attention to Carly's neck, working opposite sides at the same time as if by some silent signal. Carly's hair brushed against my neck as she tilted her head back and moaned in pleasure. I felt Sam thrusting her hips as she ground against Carly, adding delicious friction to my own privates. Her hands slid down my back and suddenly me and her both were topless, as Carly pulled off Sam's shirt. Not wanting to be out of the group, I helped Sam pulled Carly's shirt off.

Carly gasped as both me and Sam pressed against her, as the blond girl and I locked lips again. Sam led my hands down to the button on Carly's pants, which I worked on as she unzipped them. For some reason the damn button was being a pain and Sam smacked my hands away, as she pulled back and said, in a husky, but teasing tone, "Nub. Can't even undo a girl's pants. Try and get the bra."

Without answering, I went back to kissing and nibbling on Carly's neck, no longer timidly, as she moaned her approval and lifted her hand into my hair to keep my in place. My hands came up to do as Sam instructed and Carly's small, but firm breast sprung free of the lacy article. She held me by raising her arms so that I could slip it off easier, and then together was reached around to undo Sam's, which it was good that Carly was helping me, because it was much harder to do it behind her.

Suddenly Sam was gone, off of Carly and the bed. She did a strip tease for us, unbuttoning then re-buttoning her pants, playing with the zipper, before sliding them down, dancing to some unheard beat…maybe it was her pulse that she danced to. At her swinging around, her full, round, perky breast bounding, as her panty clad hips moved in time only served to get me even more aroused if that was possible. She pushed me back again, so that I was on my back and she had Carly wiggle up onto my belly, which the brunette gave me an apologetic look for. Sam tugged off both of our pants, much to my surprised, before drawing us up again.

Once Sam re-straddled Carly's hips, there was suddenly laughter in the room. It's hard to tell who started laughing first, but suddenly we all were, and Carly panted, "Who would think that I would be doing this?"

"By this do you mean, having a threesome, doing your best friends, or sitting on your bed with two other people in nothing but your knickers?" Sam asked, also laughing. She leaned her head against Carly's shoulder, her eyes unguarded and at that moment, I was shocked at how vulnerable she was and how much courage she had to lead us in this less than innocent act.

"All of the above," Carly replied, but her laughter quieted. Suddenly Carly was attacking Sam's lips again, as I attacked Carly's neck. Our hands explored and touched the flesh now revealed as she got to know each other in ways we had never imagined before. Sam was so soft and delicate. I think all of us were moaning and trusting against each other after a few minutes.

Somewhere in my mind, I wondered how this would work, since there was two females and only one male, but again, Sam knew what to do, so it seemed. She freed me from my boxers, running her hands up and down my length, making my trust into her hands and moan, the air feeling icy. More flexible than I imagined, her she bent over backwards to grab her own pants and pulled a condom out of one of the pockets. She opened the pack and rolled it down over my length, causing me to shudder with pleasure and trust into her hands again. Raising an eyebrow, I asked her, barely able to speak from panting and the strain of threading two words together, "Why did you bother to ask if I had a condom?"

"Wanted to make sure you weren't stupid," she replied. Sam leaned forward, her breast in Carly's face, which I envied the brunette for, until I felt Sam pulled down Carly's underwear, leaving her exposed flesh on mine. Both of us moaned and Sam lined Carly's hole up with my rod. Her eyes locked with Carly's and for a moment, I felt amazing excluded, though Sam caressed my face, neck, and shoulders as if to remind me that she knew I was there. She said to Carly, "This is gonna hurt baby. Bare with it and it will feel better, I promise."

Carly nodded mutedly as she bit her lower lip, expecting the pain. Once again Sam tugged my head down to the brunette's neck while she began sucking and massaging her breasts with one hand and her mouth. Slowly, Sam moved my erection into Carly and I groaned against her neck, though she grew stiff as the pain went through her. I could feel the blood from her broken hymen and a whimper escaped her lips. Both me and Sam began to murmur comforts as with continued our ministrations, Sam's feet came up to pin my waist to prevent me from moving, until Carly trust against her, showing she was ready, and then Sam released me. I started with a slow steady pace and felt Sam grinding against Carly at the same rate.

Soon we were all panting again, moaning and nearing out climax's. Using my hands, I intruded Sam with my fingers, to help her near her own release.

"Ah, I-ah!-don't-an-know what to-ah-call," Carly said as we continued, our pace still speeding up.

"Then we'll kiss and Freddie can call you name," Sam said, smiling at me, though her eyes were glazed in lust. Suddenly we were all tumbling over the edge, at the same time, and we did just as Sam said, me emptying my load into the condom and both girl's liquids pouring down over my legs.

We laid back on the bed, panting and holding each other, each of us trembling from exhaustion. Suddenly Sam was laughing and she said, "You two still haven't kiss!"

"Oh yeah," Carly said, twisting her head to kiss me….

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[Carly's POV]

I woke up in bed, my heart hammering and I looked around, but, of course, It had been nothing more than a really good dream. Leaning back, I wondered if something like that could ever happen…or if Sam even liked me back.

A/N: good? Bad? Should I have a doctor check my brain because I'm messed up? Well review and tell me! This is my first fan fiction and I am dead tired while typing this so I'm certain it sucked, but I really wanted to post it. Also, this was planned as Sam and Freddie sort of raped Carly, well not literally raped her, because I don't find that sexy at all, but that, er, sort of had surprise sex with her? Yeah, I'll go with that, but this is what happened. I think this is better.