Hello my beautiful girls! I am truly sorry that it has taken me this long to post a new chapter for this story - I have found that the best type of motivation comes in the form of procrastination (meaning that I should totally study for my mid semester exam), and I've also found that my best writing occurs in the early hours of the morning too :) Please enjoy this chapter, and leave me some feedback! McLean, Out!

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Number 7 - Duncan

"Number 7" you say

"Ohhh" you hear Geoff say as he directs his attention to the snack table where Scott, Harold and Duncan were. Scott was holding his stomach in hysterics as he watched Duncan controlling Harold's arms, making Harold continuously hit himself in the face with his fists.

"Ahem! Lucky number seven?" yells out Geoff before all three boys look in your direction

"Oh crap. Which one is it" you think to yourself

"That's me!" calls out Duncan, letting go of Harold's arms to grab the piece of paper from his pocket

As he began to walk up to you and Geoff, a part of you was super glad it wasn't that gross dork Harold. But on the other hand, you have no idea what was going to happen in the closet with that green, mohawked, bad boy. Who knows what kind of experience he has? Where his mouth has been? Oh my gosh, what if he smokes? Has he been drinking? You then got a little terrified.

"Alright sweetheart, are you ready?" says Duncan suavely as he puts his arm around you

"When you are" you say back to him, trying your best not to let him see that you're nervous. He gives his mate, Geoff a heads up before following you into the closet and shutting the door.

"So, babe… are we gonna do this?" you hear him say
"Uh-huh" you say in a sexy tone. That'll make him believe that you're confident. Confidence is very sexy.

Although he can't see you in the dark room, you confidently step forward… at the same he did, causing both of you to bump into each other.

"Ouch!" you say, accidently head-butting him. You started rubbing the sore part of your head where his eyebrow piercing had hit you
He started to snicker "I'm so sorry hah, I didn't see you there… Are you okay?" he says while placing his hand where yours is
"Yeah, yeah. It's okay"

You moved your hand away before Duncan started rubbing the sore part of your head with his thumb. That's when you notice that his demeanour had completely changed. One minute he was that flirtatious bad boy with a full ego, then a suddenly caring gentleman? There really WERE two Duncans.

"You know, you should be more careful in the dark… you don't wanna hurt that nice ass of yours"

And he's back to badass Duncan. Although he sounded like a player, that bad boy voice of his was to die for. At first you wondered why so many of the other girls even found him at all attractive. He plays by his own rules, doesn't take any crap from anyone, has been in juvi for god knows how many times and he has THE worst attitude that any boy could have. Fuck, that's hot. That's why. That's why all the girls fall for Duncan the delinquent. And now you're in a closet all alone with him.

"I think my ass will be fine" you say back to him, with a bit of kick in your attitude
"Why don't you let me make sure of that"

At first you had no clue what he meant, until you feel Duncan's hands get a firm grip on your behind and playfully pulls you into his chest. Your natural response has you putting your arms in front of your chest for protection, so now your hands are on his prominent collarbone. Your natural response also has you gasping, then giggling to his eager touch.

"Is this okay?" he whispers in your ear, squeezing your butt cheeks as an indication to what he was talking about
You giggle again to the cheeky stimulation "Yes"

"Awesome" he growls

Oh, that 'awesome' sounded so hot. So freaking confident. So sexy. With his hands still gripped firmly on your ass, he walks back a few steps until he bumps a wall behind him. Then with another squeeze, he pulls you closer so every part of your body is touching him. The squeeze makes you exhale in satisfaction which he picks up on, Duncan lightly chuckles in response. Now that he knows that what he was doing made you feel good, he could go further.

Both of your lips were almost touching due to the closeness. His breath doesn't smell like alcohol or cigarettes. It's more like… dip? But your thoughts then came to a grinding halt when both of your lips had met. Yes… that is dip. Luckily, the taste wasn't strong.

The first kiss was sweet, but every kiss after became more and more passionate. It was as if he was kind Duncan changing into badass Duncan. The nice Duncan was cute, but it was the badass Duncan who had his hands on your ass. You reach your hands to the back of his neck so your more comfortable, and at this point badass Duncan had reached his final form – his hands were now kneading your backside (the occasional light grunt every time he squeezed) and his tongue begins to venture inside your mouth.

His pierced tongue.

It seems a little strange at first, but you quickly get used to how good piercing feels as it rubs against your tongue. You begin to think about how it would feel in other places… but feel yourself go pink at the very thought. Feeling too distracted, your turn to another thought – What other piercings is Badass Duncan hiding?

You slowly slip your hand down, past his studded collar, over his collarbone and onto this chest. Your fingers delicately trace down over his shirt… over his nipple… okay, no piercing. At least on his left nipple anyway.

Now, although you were doing this subtly, Duncan was getting the same idea – he moved his hand from your behind and up to where the bottom of your shirt was, the very tip of his fingers disappearing under the hem. He then stops what he's doing to whisper in your ear again

"Is it okay?" he says, kind Duncan making another appearance

He moves his hand further under, resting it on your stomach. But you knew what he was getting at, and at this point you had enough of the kind Duncan

"Yes" you breathe

Duncan's only response was another cute kiss… that then led to hotter kisses, his pierced tongue comingling with yours, his hand rubbing and kneading your lovely behind and his other hand now underneath your top. As his hand moves higher up your chest, he pulls your top along with it, exposing your entire stomach. But you're far too deep in the moment to care.

Your arms are now rested over his shoulders, pushing yourself further into him as his hand still creeps up and finally reaches your breast. Duncan gives it a firm, but gentle squeeze that causes you to tilt your head back and softly moan. Duncan responds with an exhale mixed with a chuckle.

"You like that? Yeah, you want me to keep going, don't you babe?"

Yeah, that kind Duncan was officially gone.

*Creeeeeeeeeak*

Both of you then see a slither of light move across floor from the opening of the closet door.

"Psst. Dude. Seven minutes are up" says Geoff, who with the help of the light, sees you and Duncan in the same position.

Up against the wall. His hand on your butt and under your shirt. And on top of that, both of you looked a bit silly blinking to adjust your eyes to the new light.

"Yeah, can you give us another seven minutes?" shouts Duncan to Geoff
"Actually I think we should go" you then say to Duncan

The look he gives you clearly spoke 'are you serious?', but even though the last seven minutes were amazing, it all happened quite fast and you needed a bit of a break. Plus is was nice to tease him a bit. As you looked back at him, his demeanour then changed. He understood, and kindly let go of your assets.

You were the first to leave the closet with Duncan following behind you, fist bumping Geoff on his way out.

For the rest of the night people ask both you and Duncan about what happened in the closet – Duncan, the bragging badass his is, goes on and on about how you couldn't keep your hands off him and how badly you wanted him. And because two can play at that game, you told everyone about how much of a terrible kisser he was, and that his breath smelled horrible.

But as the party comes to an end and all the guests have left, you and Duncan sneak away and have your own little 'after party' inside the closet, picking up from where you two left off.

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I now appreciate Duncan a whole lot more after finishing this chapter :D I felt like I needed to point out that there was more than just the "Bad Boy" side to Duncan the delinquent, hence the "Two Duncans" thing. People who write Total Drama SMIH stories seem to forget it. He isn't a COMPLETE brute! I mean, he asks permission first xD Okay my beautifuls, even though I should be studying for my exam I'm probably going to post another one of these, I'm not sure when but it will be soon! I'm off to go pick up my birthday cake for tomorrow. Yeah, it's my birthday tomorrow :) I hope Chris will get me something nice ;)

This chapter is a bit more erm, 'handsy' than the last two (Thoughts were running wild!) Is it too much? Not enough? Let me know!

Thank you for reading, lovelies and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please leave me a review of what you want to see next and I'll get right onto it :D

~ Madame McLean x