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HypnoArt - Lmao right? Poor Clawdeen. Mind you, my favorite part had to be Ghoulia recording it the whole time. XD We're so thankful for your quick reviews, I like to pump the chapters out for you to enjoy. We're actually working on chapter 27 at the moment, so there's plenty more to come 8D Thanks for reading so far! Much love right back at you!

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Having passed out on one of the couches, Deuce woke up feeling his stomach twisting in knots. The gorgon slid the blanket off, not remembering grabbing it to begin with. Although knowing Barkley, he must have looked cold and draped it over him.

He carefully made his way towards the bathroom without stepping on someone, which was a lot harder then it looked, due to how many bodies were around and his unsteadiness.

Once inside the bathroom, the male let the cool water run from the faucet. He splashed his face, the water was helping the headache that was beginning to form.

He let his thoughts drift starting from the casketball game - that still bugged him - to the party games he and his friends played. Running his fingers along his bottom lip, the kiss he shared with Clawd... He decided it didn't mean anything, even if he couldn't get it out of his mind. It had to be the alcohol and the amount he drank.

Merely thinking about the wolf made him feel a lot calmer and in a weird way... safer. It was a feeling he never really had with Cleo. "It's gotta be the alcohol." He mumbled, trying to convince himself there was no way he had feelings for Clawd. They were friends that was it.

Once he was sure that he wasn't going to vomit everywhere, Deuce exited the bathroom. Still deep in his own thoughts, he didn't even notice he never made it back to his couch.

He found a nice, comfortable bed and got into it, though he hardly noticed it was occupied. He tugged the blankets and pulled them right over himself. Once Deuce was tucked in he settled back to sleep.

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Clawd groaned lightly and stretched, he nestled back down and tossed his arm... over a hip? Who's hip? He opened his eyes quickly and shut them as his head pounded instantly. It subsided to a dull throb and his vision focused. Deuce... Oh it was only Deuce? Good.

His eyes widened in shock. Deuce Gorgon was in his bed?!

"No." The other hissed in his sleep at the loss of the warmth. Shuffling slightly satisfied when he found the heat source once more. Snuggling right in, as if he belonged there.

Clawd let the other stay cuddled up to him. His heart was racing and he was positive the sleeping male could hear it... he hoped not though. He pulled the blanket up and tucked the shorter in. "Shh, you're okay now." He stroked the other's chiseled cheekbone gently. 'He's beautiful...'

Did he just call another dude... beautiful?

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Most of the teenagers began stirring to the mouthwatering scents of a hearty breakfast being made. Others, like Clawdeen for example, raced toward the bathroom first.

Scarlet was assisting her husband by scrambling eggs, waiting to be kicked out of the kitchen by the familiar Gorgon... though out of all their guests... he was missing and so was another one. Deuce... and Clawd?

Clawdeen growled as Howleen purposely held the bottle of acetaminophen out of her sister's reach. "Y'know what they say sis," Howleen began. "if you can't run with the big dogs, stay on the porch."

"I will puke all over your hair, you annoying furball." Clawdeen swung her hand towards the bottle when Howleen moved it again.

Slo-Mo grabbed the bottle when the younger wolf wasn't expecting it. He took one and closed it, tossing the bottle to Clawdeen.

"Thanks, big guy!"

Frankie's bolts sparked and she startled herself, shorting out a lamp in the living room. "Sorry!" The sound of her own voice went right through her head. Ouch!

Twyla began handing out water bottles and medicine, counting the teens to make sure everyone was here. That was until she noticed two were missing, a small smile swept across her face as she continued her task.

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Upon feeling the sun hit his skin, the gorgon snuggled deeper into the comfort of the blanket. Lying there just enjoying the warmth when he felt the body beside him shift.

He felt startled, since the last he remembered was passing out on the couch... he shifted to see who was beside him. His breath was taken away.

There lay Clawd, who looked so peaceful. One arm tucked under his head well the other was draped over the gorgon's waist. Which he found oddly comforting.

He took a moment to study the other, how his nostrils moved... his chest rising and falling with each passing breath... his lips slightly parted. Those lips, Deuce remembered those against his. How he wouldn't mind that happening again anytime soon.

'What the hell am I thinking?!' He shouted in thought. He really shouldn't be thinking about his friend in that manner. Heck, he hadn't really broken up with his ghoulfriend! But he kissed another boy and slept with him.

Deuce's cheeks reddened instantly. He slept beside him! Not with him. At least he didn't think so?

He shifted his attention back to watching the other. There was something about him that Deuce couldn't take his eyes away. Anyone had to be blind not to know the wolf was good looking. However being this close, he could see the golden hues in his fur that made him look like he was glowing. The word Deuce would use to describe Clawd in this moment would be 'breathtaking'. His stomach filled with butterflies.

Clawd turned over onto his back and covered his eyes with the crook of his elbow. After a couple seconds, soft barely audible snores could be heard from him. A telltale sign that he had been drinking the previous night but it was adorable. Or at least the gorgon boy thought it was. Draculaura became instantly annoyed by it, though she didn't tolerate much to do with drinking at the best of times.

He didn't notice that he started playing with a loose hair, it was so soft. Almost like silk. Deuce dropped the hair, he shouldn't be doing this. Clawd wasn't his to admire. Just thinking that pained his heart.

He pulled back the blankets to crawl his unwilling body out of bed. Why did he just want to lay there and just look at the other. Maybe be in the wolf's arms once more?

The gorgon had to admit, he was a bit jealous of Draculaura. She was one lucky ghoul.

Adjusting his sunglasses, the gorgon made a break for the door. Part of him hoped everyone was already upstairs and wouldn't notice him sneaking out of Clawd's room.

"Hi Deuce!" Clawnor tucked his handheld gaming device under his arm. He was stuck on this one boss level for a night or two anyway. "How are you feeling? You threw up in the tub and went to snuggle Clawd. He's warm and fuzzy isn't he?"

The gorgon stood there, stunned in shock. He had been busted by Clawd's youngest sibling. "Morning Clawnor." Deuce mumbled as a blush swept across his face. "Promise me one thing little buddy, don't take up drinking." He said feeling a headache forming, there was no way he was still drunk.

Clawnor smirked, figuring he would mess with Deuce for a little bit. He saw him in the same light he saw Clawd. "But you told me last year that you'd tell me why not when I'm older. Now I'm older. You and I both know my father will break that rule upon my 16th birthday."

Deuce ruffled his fur and Clawnor growled lightly, swatting at Deuce's arm.

"Listen little dude, it's all fun and games until you wake up with a headache." Deuce could smell the bacon being cooked. "Come on, let Clawd sleep. I think your old man's burning the bacon. Again."

"Clawd is already awake," he groaned, leaning up against the door frame, where Deuce could almost feel the taller's breath upon his bare shoulder. When did he get shirtless? "but perhaps his mood can be salvaged?"

Clawnor wished these two would just kiss and make it official already, even he could detect their game of flirtation.

"Oh?" Deuce arched an eyebrow over his sunglasses. "Maybe breakfast would help." The gorgon suggested staring at the wolf.

Clawnor gave a roll of his eyes, "See you guys upstairs."

Once he heard the smaller feet go up the staircase, he pulled the gorgon into a heated kiss. He wanted to be sure that feelings didn't… just show up last night on a whim. Perhaps they had been there the entire time?

Twyla's eyes widened in the dark corner of the basement.

Clawd swore his heart was caught in his throat and pounding rapidly as he deepened the kiss further.

Deuce snaked his arms around the taller's neck, pulling their bodies closer. He couldn't lie, it felt great having the others lips upon his once more.

Despite how lousy Clawd was feeling, it seemed to be non-existent as long as he was next to him. He smiled against the other as he pulled back a bit. "You good?" He chuckled, noting how Deuce just melted into his touch.

"I am now." Deuce replied stealing one last kiss.

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"They're alive!" Frankie only half-shouted, the sound of her own voice still irritating her. Though she wanted to pull that damn pun on someone else for once as her father always did it to her.

Deuce and Clawd decided to sit down at the large table with their friends, digging into the amazing breakfast Clawd's parents made. Of course Deuce was right, the bacon was a little overdone. He swore one day he was going to teach Barkley how to make proper bacon.

Part of him wanted to test a theory, with his free hand Deuce slid it off his lap and grabbed the wolf's hand. The gorgon watched for a moment to see if the other would pull away.

Clawd's cheeks blushed heavily, though he didn't dare move.

Satisfied when he didn't move away, Deuce intertwined their fingers and went back to his meal.

Twyla walked into the kitchen, a huge smile plastered on her face when she saw the boys sitting together. She grabbed a few pieces of toast and sausage, she made her way towards the vacant seat next to Howleen - who looked the most lively – probably since she didn't drink last night.

"Oh Twyla, there you are!" The small female wolf said making room for her to sit down.

Just then a loud smash sounded in the living, "Heath! Stop breaking shit!" Jackson yelled out, getting up to see his what his cousin had broken.

"It wasn't me!" He yelled back as 2 twin fur balls went running past Jackson at top speed.

"Boys!" Howleen cursed jumping up from her spot to catch the troublemakers. "Get back here you furballs!" Twyla followed her friend knowing she was going to need help.

Deuce chuckled to himself, as he waited for Clawd to leave his side and go after the twins. He felt the other give his hand a squeeze, signaling him to eat.

"BOYS!" Barkley yelled out, causing every monster in attendance to either grab their heads or sit perfectly still. He seemed soft, but when he got stern – no one argued or dared to talk back. "Get to the table. Sit – and eat. Now."

Howlmilton and Howldon scurried to the table and sheepishly took their seats, careful not to upset their father again.

"Thank you," he told them, sitting down with his own plate of food. "now, is everyone accounted for or is there someone barely clinging to life downstairs?"

Clawdeen groaned.

Scarlet giggled. "Oh Clawdeen don't be such a pup. Your father's had way worse a hangover trying to out-drink me in our school days."

Barkley smiled. "She's right… and she always won."

Scarlet gave a sly smirk, "This she-wolf can down a bottle of wine for a lunch date and carry on with the rest of my day. Try me."

With a dry-gag, Clawdeen had to refuse. "Nah Ma, I'm good. I'll take your word for it."

"No, thank you." Frankie said sipping on her glass of water.

"You win by default, Ma." Lagoona said pushing her plate way, as staring at her food wasn't helping her stomach at the moment.

Clawd took his hand away from Deuce's long enough to wipe the clamminess off it, but when he reached back over, a squeak left the gorgon, as Clawd accidentally made a grab for his nether region. Clawd buried his face in his other hand, his cheeks turning several shades of red before settling on the darkest shade he could muster.

"You alright Deuce?" Frankie questioned.

"Just fine." He mumbled under his breath, as he rested hand against the wolf's knee.

"Okay. If you say so."