A/N: Inspired by my current obsession and a need to get out of this long hiatus, I concocted this. I wasn't satisfied with the ending so I had my cowriter My Dictator Level is Over 9000,-Kudos to Randy's username-another user I've been chatting with here, marquisodb, and with much desperation, my older brother, to give me their opinions on the ending. They all said it's good, so I'm going to just throw this out there. Now for the legend. "Quotes in Italics are Chris Hansen narrating." and everything underlined are usernames or the texts you see in chat transcripts. Enjoy

"Good evening, I am Stone Phillips."

"And I'm Ann Curry, it has been two years since NBC's last investigation with online sex predators. This time, we'll take you to Norrisville, famous for having its own high school ninja."

"Receiving an anonymous call, we were told that a multimillionaire and a scientist made a date for sex with not one, but two high school freshmen. I must warn you that this is one of our most graphic investigations and many of the things you'll hear is explicit. Here's Chris Hansen."

"The morning of July 7th is a beautiful one. In the middle of suburbia, school's out so children play in their homes, families go to the beach, and internet sex predators troll the streets." As Chris Hansen narrates, a beautiful, expensive looking black car slowly drives down the middle of a suburban street. "Two people in this car stop at a house with teens they've never met. So why are they going there? Maybe it's because they both think they've made a date for sex with two fourteen-year old boys."

The black car turned right into a driveway and parks. To the left of the driveway, Howard stood on the top step of the porch, peeking out of the doorway.

"Hey, come on in!" Howard beckoned to the people in the car. As he waved to them and gestured to them to come inside, both the passenger and the driver's door opened. McFist exited from the car on the driver's side and Viceroy exited from the passenger side. On McFist's metallic arm was a white plastic bag, outlining multiple large items inside

"Hannibal McFist, A.K.A MetalicMillionaire_5000 and Willem Viceroy III, A.K.A MetalKingofSins had a graphic chat with this boy and his boyfriend." Said boy is Randy Cunningham. "They ask Randy many questions such as penis size and if he's a virgin."

MetallicMillionaire_5000: "Have you ever done it b4? lol"
NinjaStarzzzx69_420: "Of course. I have a bf."
MetallicMillionaire_5000: "Then why are you on here?"
NinjaStarzzzx69_420: "Were havin an open relationship. lol"
MetallicMillionaire_5000: "lol"

"When MetalKingofSins chats with the boy, he gives a very interesting idea."

MetalKingofSins: "Would your boyfriend be okay with a four way?"
NinjaStarzzzx69_420: "Of course. Biggest perv alive. lol"
MetalKingofSins: "XD"

"When they see the pictures of both boys, they talk about masturbating each other to their online pics, taking pictures of themselves masturbating and sending them to the boys using their webcam. They've been chatting on and off for over two weeks now, and as the days pass by the chats get more and more graphic. When all four of them are present in the chat room, they don't hold back when telling what they want to do with the boys, ranging from putting them in women's underwear and giving and receiving oral sex, to eating off of them and licking them."

NinjaStarzzzx69_420: "I've nvr ben in a 4way b4. lol"
MetallicMillionaire_5000: "We'll make it an xperence ull never forget. You can suc your bf's cock while I lck his delicious looking ass. lol"
NinjaStarzzzx69_420: "Sweet."
MetallicMillionaire_5000: "I'm so good, I'll make him squeal like a piggy for you."
MetalKingofSins: "I bet you'd look sexy in panties or a ring around your cock. XD"
NinjaStarzzzx69_420: "I'm not wearing panties! That's embarrassing."
MetallicMillionaire_5000: "Dnt worry. We wont take pics. lol"

"Then MetalKingofSins says that he wants them to wear thongs before performing putting his face against both of their crotches and inhaling their scent, saying, 'I bet you two smell so good, I'd cum.'"

Howard was inside the kitchen, ten feet away from Viceroy and McFist as they entered the home.

"I'm sorry, it's just I have to get Cunningham ready. He's just so excited and nervous to see you two." Howard entered Randy's room where Randy and Chris Hansen were. "But settle down, we made some brownies and drinks for you to celebrate."

"Noticing NinjaStarzzzx69_420's username, they said they would bring some high grade marijuana that they created, calling it The Fist."

"That's okay. We'll be patient." Viceroy said as the two walked to the counter in the kitchen, taking a piece of the brownie each. The baked goods were so fresh they felt soft and warm underneath their hands.

As the two took a bite from their brownies, McFist's organic hand, the one that wasn't holding the brownie, snaked down to his pelvic area, grasping his clothed bits between the legs. It was clear how impatient the multimillionaire tycoon was and it made the brain inside his mechanical arm roll its eyes.

Viceroy also took notice as he looked at the man's groin and then his face. "Really?" There was disapproval in Viceroy's look and tone. McFist responded quizzically, his voice muffled by the large amount of brownie he shoved in his mouth. Small brownie crumbs were around his lips like freckles until the man wiped his face off on the sleeve of his shirt. It was clear McFist finished his piece of the brownie and reached to the plate to get more. Viceroy was still on his first piece and took small bites. Thinking McFist ate like a pig, he took his time in savouring his treat.

"What? We're going to fuck their brains out anyway. I can't get a little excited?" McFist thought that'd justify his actions. Viceroy closed his eyes and just shook his head.

"I'm surprised you haven't scared them." McFist grinned, thinking that's a little hypocritical.

"Well, MetalKingofSins, it wasn't my idea to include Randy's pudgy boyfriend or buying them thongs. Heck, most of those kinks were your idea." McFist was right. "If I didn't know you as much as I do, I wouldn't think you're a bigger pervert than I." They couldn't hear Howard and Randy quietly giggle over their argument. It was Randy's turn to speak, and it was better to do it before the argument escalated.

Randy pushed himself against the door and shouted to interrupt them. "Hey, Howard told me you're here." McFist and Viceroy looked towards the source of the voice, their attention completely diverted.

"Yeah, we are." Viceroy responded.

"Did you bring anything?"

"It's usually this question that proves the predator's intent. The list of items, according to their chat log was more than what the other predators offer." Chris Hansen narrated off literature.

McFist, not knowing what he's gotten himself into, ran his mouth. "Yeah, baby, I brought everything." He placed the bag on the counter. "I brought doughnuts, panties, thongs, lubricant, condoms, The Fist," McFist reached into the pocket of his suit, pulling out a small piece of paper that lists more items, reading every item aloud. "Some gay porn, whipped cream, a smoking pipe so we can get high, and I know we haven't talked about this, but I also brought some toys. I brought some dildos, flesh lights, anal beads, and cock rings."

If Chris Hansen didn't have the transcript of the chat log, this would surprise and terrify him equally.

"This is where I come in." Chris Hansen exits the bedroom with papers in his hands, greeting the two males. McFist was surprised at the unexpected visitor.

"Who the hell are you?" McFist asked.

"Ah... Fuck." Viceroy recognized the man, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Why don't you two have a seat?" Chris Hansen said before the two sat down on chairs. "What are you two doing here?"

"We're just visiting a few friends." McFist replied calmly.

"I would assume you got a bag of marijuana in your suit? You could just put it here on the table." Oddly enough, McFist complied, reaching into his pocket before setting the baggie full of pot on the table. "How old are your friends?"

"Ninteen." Viceroy said. Realizing what he said, his eyes widened in surprise to himself, he knew he can't lie to this man, so why did he do it? Damn knee-jerk reactions. McFist looked at him quizzically, as if wondering why the scientist lied. He was unaware the situation he was in.

"You know I have the transcript of your chat with the boys. Would you like to try that again?"

Viceroy sighed heavily. "Of course you do." He mumbled under his breath.

"How old are your friends?"

"Fourteen." McFist said.

"And you just decide to come to a fourteen-year-old boy's house with this bag of stuff. What do you think that says?"

"What do you think that says?"

"I think this says you came here to have sex with two fourteen-year-old boy. I mean, look at this. Do you have any kids?"

"Wife and teenage step-son." It makes one wonder when a man has a wife. Why would he go after a young boy instead of a young girl?

"How would you feel if a predator made a date for sex with your step-son and came to your house?"

"I hope he brings a gun." It was no secret that the man hated his own step-son, but this was something that shouldn't be said aloud.

"Hannibal!" Viceroy said.

"What?" The scientist rolled his eyes. How could this tycoon let his mouth run like that? Doesn't he realize who that red headed man standing in the kitchen is?

Chris Hansen sets the stack of papers on the table.

"I show them the photos from their profile."

"Is this you?" Chris Hansen asked, pointing to their picture on the table. They both confirmed that it was their picture with a nod.

"Then I show them the pictures of them masturbating."

"And is this you two?" Hannibal grinned as he saw his and Viceroy's picture, their hands were on the other's member. Viceroy blushed in shame and Chris Hansen saw it. Hannibal clearly didn't care about the trouble he's in. "I'm going to guess by your reactions that you're confirming that it's you. Is this appropriate to send to a fourteen-year-old?"

"No, sir." Viceroy said. He looked like he was trying to sink into his own body in shame.

"I then start reading from the transcript of their online chat."

Chris Hansen pushes the photos aside and starts reading the first thing he laid eyes on. "How about I buy some doughnuts? I'd stick my penis in the jelly/cream filled ones and you can lick it off my cock. Is this appropriate to say to a young boy?"

"As I read from the chat log, McFist begins to masturbate under the table."

"Ooh... Don't stop there." McFist's mechanical hand squeezed the tip of his clothed erection, clearly aroused by Chris Hansen's talking despite the fact his voice was supposed to make sex sound comical to the viewers. "Now talk about how we're going to lick whipped cream off the fat boy's body. I want to hear about me and my friend sucking the milk out of those tits and the other boy licking his dick. No, wait. The one where we said we'd make him squeal like a piggy. Oh! How about the one where I talk about using his big butt cheeks as bongos!?" McFist voice was deep with lust, moaning softly every few seconds.

"Hannibal!" Viceroy noticed what McFist's arm was doing to his own groin, slapping it before the hand jumped up away from his own member. Viceroy looked back up to Chris Hansen. "I'm sorry about this. I don't think he knows what's going on."

"But he does know what's going on. Because he's a rich man and he thinks he can bribe his way out of trouble."

"Well, let's just jump ahead to where I tell you who I am: I'm Chris Hansen of Dateline NBC." At this point, McFist stopped rubbing himself.

"Drink." Viceroy blurted. All eyes were on him and the room filled with a heavy silence. Viceroy looked at both men before responding. "What? When I was in college we played a drinking game where we drink every time Chris Hansen introduces himself. Yes, I've seen your show and I love it. And I thank you because if it wasn't for this game, I wouldn't have met my first boyfriend. Let me guess, camera crew everywhere?"

"To answer Viceroy's question, our crew revealed themselves to the scientist."

"Yup... Well..."

"We're doing a story on predators who meet kids online and make dates for sex." Chris Hansen finished his introduction. "You can leave whenever you like. The door's right there."

"Okay, then." McFist was about to get up, until.

"Hold it." Viceroy put a hand on McFist's shoulders to stop him as the man was halfway up from his seat. "I know how this ends."

"You said you watched the show?" Chris Hansen asked. Viceroy nodded.

"And because I know what's going to happen, we're not leaving."

"This is something I did not expect."

"You know you're going to have to leave soon, right?" Chris Hansen asked.

"Not when the police are out there, waiting for us to get back in the car. I've seen this whole song and dance routine many times. First it's, 'am I gonna be arrested,' followed by, 'that's not up to me,' then boom! The moment they walk out, a bunch of men practically tackle some of these people to the ground like mall security. But... If we do leave." Viceroy eyed the back door, then McFist.

"They start to leave, but not through the front door."

"Come on." Viceroy grabbed McFist's organic hand before they bolted out through the back door in the kitchen, abandoning their car at the house.

"Wait, what about my car?" McFist asked as they hurdled over a fence.

"Do you want to get arrested?"

"This became an unfortunate turn of events as a millionaire, loved by everyone, and a scientist evaded law enforcement. They were never arrested."

Chris Hansen stood in front of Stone Phillips, talking about the incident at the Cunningham house in the NBC newsroom.

"You said at one point all walks of life are putting young teens at risk?" Stone said. Chris Hansen nodded.

"It's not surprising that a rich, successful CEO would be preying on kids. The most surprising thing, however, was that list of items he brought. If I wasn't there, these boys would have to live with what could be the most scarring moment imaginable."

"Well, thank goodness you were there to prevent that. I'm Stone Phillips, saying goodnight."