Well gee hehe, most of you who reviewed the last chapter seemed to think my lemon was NC-17 worthy. I have read worse that get away with an R rating so hush. I also see no point in posting a clean version of the previous chapter because anyone who doesn't want to read a lemon wouldn't have read it anyway since I gave advance warning of what was to come. For those of you who chose not to read it, Zoe and Psymon had passionate sex okay? Good we cleared that up. Now on to the next chapter!

Disclaimer: No I don't own it! Otherwise I'd have lots of money to blow on clothes at Hot Topic sigh.

The next morning Psymon was jolted awake by an insistent banging on their bus's door. Grumbling about psychotic snowboarders who must be praying for punishment, he got up and threw on his boxers that he found on top of his dresser (no doubt where Zoe had thrown them the previous night) careful not to wake up his sleeping partner. Psymon made his way through the living room and practically threw open the door to shout "What!" at the unfortunate snowboarder who dared wake him up before 2 o'clock. He smirked however when he saw the person standing there with grim determination.

"Why hello Brit Git." The older man taunted. Moby scowled up at Psymon.

"I need to talk to Zoe." Moby said and tried to peer around Psymon no doubt in hopes of finding said woman.

"She is indisposed." Psymon said with a wicked grin and emphasized the last word. Moby bristled.

"Is that so?" He asked threw gritted teeth.

"Participating in certain 'strenuous activities' all night can leave a person exhausted. Not that you would know." Psymon added the last part cruelly.

Moby's temper flared up as he caught on to what Psymon was hinting at.

"You dare taint her with your vileness?"

Psymon quirked an eyebrow, what was he now Mr. Vocabulary?

"Why would she even let you touch her when she has me?" Moby asked half to himself. Psymon froze.

"What?" He asked quietly but the 21-year-old clearly heard the venom in his voice. Moby looked triumphant.

"That's right. She has already let me touch her ."

Something in Psymon snapped and he leapt down the stairs and shoved the younger man hard so he stumbled backwards.

"You shut the fuck up!" Psymon seethed. Moby regained his composure quickly.

"Oh, touched a nerve did I?" He asked innocently. Psymon snarled at him.

"What are you guys doing?" asked a sleepy voice from the bus doorway. The two men looked over at Zoe who had a white robe wrapped around her. Zoe's eyes perked up as she saw Psymon's clenched fists and their distance from each other.

Zoe knew enough about what happens when two guys want the same woman to know that hers were about to start a fight. Zoe planted her hands on her hips.

"Grow up you two. And Psymon get your ass back in the bus before you freeze it off!" Zoe said sternly as she noticed her boyfriend's attire.

"I need to talk to you!" Moby yelled out to Zoe. Zoe shook her head.

"I have nothing to say to you Moby." she replied coolly. Psymon smirked at his opponent. Moby looked furious.

"Maybe you should go find a cheap hooker Moby, and get rid of your sexual constipation; 'cause you obviously aren't getting any." Psymon said viciously. Moby shook with anger but suddenly a cool look came over him. Zoe watched horrified as Moby taunted Psymon a final time -

"It seems Zoe doesn't tell you everything that goes on between us if that is your perception."

With that Moby spun around and stalked off. White hot anger filled Psymon and he released it by slamming a snowball into the back of Moby's head as he walked away. Zoe wasn't aware of the 'oof' that came from her ex. All she could think about was the look of betrayal that Psymon turned on her.

"What did he mean Zoe?" Psymon asked her quietly in a hurt voice. Zoe turned and went back in the bus with her boyfriend on her heels. By the time she reached the bedroom Psymon's patience had gone and he grabbed her roughly.

"What did Moby do!" He asked again and gave her a shake. Zoe felt tears prick her eyes. 'How can I tell him?' she asked herself.

"He touched you didn't he." Psymon spat the word. Zoe knew he didn't mean that Moby simply put his hand on her shoulder, but that he had intimately touched her which he had two nights ago. Zoe couldn't bring herself to look in his eyes, instead she hung her head in shame. That was all the answer Psymon needed. He let out a primal roar and pushed her away from him.

"Psymon please!" Zoe pleaded as he threw on some clothes. She couldn't lose him know, not after all this. Zoe reached out to touch his shoulder. Psymon glared at her with unconcealed anger, hurt and most of all betrayal. His look stopped Zoe dead. They said nothing more as Psymon packed up his clothes in a bag and left, the bus echoing with the resounding slam of the door.

Look what Moby did! Will Psymon forgive her or will she turn to Moby for comfort? You'll just have to wait and see! Please review! Until next time

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