AN: my shangri-la: I'm so glad you recognized they're all titles of Spill Canvas songs. Everyon else: Thank you so much. Stick around, it's about to get interesting.

Title: All Hail the Heartbreaker

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my imagination.

Summary: Could this twisted threesome pull these two girls into becoming friends again, or tear them into sworn enemies sleeping with the same guy? B/C/S

Chapter 3

"Reckless Abandonment"

Hello Upper East Siders. Flirtatious behavior is very intoxicating, and allows one to enter a world of delicious entertainment. But when acted out upon the wrong person, all hell breaks loose. I have a feeling that our elite know how to flirt dangerously well. It's like watching animals in a zoo at feeding time.

This time as the sun hit her face, delight was nowhere in sight. Her head throbbed under the covers. A feeling of nausea lingered at her throat. As much as she wanted to continue to lay in bed, the feeling wouldn't pass, and soon Serena was found lying in front of the toilet, spewing her guts in the porcelain commode.

She leaned back against the coolness of the bathroom tiles, as she rubbed her head in a soothing manner. She tried to fumble toward the medicine cabinet for some aspirin, but found that lying down was the best option at the moment. She wanted to drift back into slumber, and just as her eyes began to close, she felt someone's cool hands against her skin.

"Serena," they called, pulling her from her ease of unconsciousness. "Hey," they continued to call, as their hand found her smooth face, shaking her to wake up.

"I'm up," she cried for them to stop. The movement of her head back and forth was brining back the nauseous feeling.

"Jeez Van der Woodsen. You look like a truck ran you over," his slimy voice echoed through her ears.

"That's pretty much how I feel," she answered, opening her hazel eyes to meet his gaze. "What happened last night Chuck?"

"What do you remember?" he eyed her suspiciously. Depending on her answer, he would conveniently leave out certain parts. He replayed the events of last night, how she had grown increasingly intoxicated as the night progressed. How they had begun to grab at each other lustfully, their limbs intertwined in their own ecstasy. But the look on her face made him believe she surely didn't remember any of this.

"I remember getting bitch at by Blair, and then your heroic efforts to make me feel more at ease." She winced, pointing at her head. "Hence the reason why I am in this current state," she concluded.

"I can truthfully say you were intoxicated last night," he smiled smugly. "The side of my limo is proof of that."

She blushed in embarrassment. Although it was her scene to get smashed with just a few drinks, it was not her custom to cause too much harm to her reputation. She knew people would eat this up, just knowing that the "all-mighty" Serena Van der Woodsen had been a public disgrace. "Oh god," she mumbled.

"Here," he offered, handing her two white pills and a glass of water. "This should help take away some of the pain." She gladly accepted them, downed the water, and then went back to lying on the floor. She wanted to pass out more than anything, but for some reason he wouldn't let her. "I think it would be in your best interest to get up and get a shower."

"And why is that?" she asked annoyed, trying to make it ever clear that she was perfectly fine going back to sleep on the floor.

"For one, you smell like vomit." He said as a smile played upon his face. "And secondly, although the idea of sleep sounds good to you right now, I think school would look better on your record."

Realizing that life continued on even when you had a killer hangover, Serena reluctantly bathed herself before getting ready for school. Although it was nice to have someone taking care of her, she couldn't get the look he had on his face out of her mind. He was hiding something, and as soon as she felt better, she was going to get it out of him. Be careful S, are you absolutely positive you want to know what's on the mind of a certain Chuck Bass?

XOXO

Blair graciously placed a black and white plaid headband in her hair. She stared at herself in her mirror as she smoothed down her sleek autumn hair. The thoughts of last night played through her mind over and over.

She pulled him closer to her as they stumbled up the stairs. She allowed him to grope her body with his calloused hands. The longer his lips remained on hers, the more repulsed she became of the whole idea. She had no feelings for him; she was simply doing this to get back at Serena. But he caressed her as if he had been longing for her. And that thought alone made her almost sick to her stomach.

He gently threw her upon her purple comforter, continuing to ravish her with his fingers and kisses. As he began to unbutton his shirt, she placed her hands upon his chest and pushed him off of her.

"What's wrong?" he gasped, trying to catch his breath.

"I can't…I mean..it's just." She didn't know how to answer him. She couldn't go all the way, not that easily. It was no news to either of them that she was still a virgin, and she knew that he would relish with the possibility of being her first. But she couldn't allow that.

He backed away slowly, obviously hurt, but more confused. She had attacked him first, and now as things began to heat up, she had pushed him away. "I'm sorry," he said, even though he was sure he was not the one at fault.

The room grew silent and awkward, and after insisting that she was tired, he had left shortly after.

She wanted to go through with the plan. She had to go through with the plan in order to hurt Serena the way Serena had hurt her. She would have to push back the fact that anything remotely physical with Chuck made her sick. She had to, and she would.

XOXO

After the hellish day of school Serena had, she couldn't wait to come home and drown herself in some liquor. As much as she tried to convince others that she had changed at boarding school, the truth was, nothing satisfied her like alcohol did. She threw her Dolce & Gabbana purse onto her bed, and moseyed her way back down to the lobby bar.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked.

"Jack and Coke," she instinctively ordered. The bartender looked at her funny, mainly because she was a girl ordering hard liquor. Most of the femme-fatales that usually graced his presence ordered drinks like Apple Martinis and Strawberry Daiquiris. She smiled in return as he quickly placed the drink in front of her. She downed the entire thing in one gulp and asked for a refill.

"I thought we would have learned our lesson from last night," rang a voice very familiar. Serena turned to her left to find Chuck taking a seat next to her.

"Nah," she smiled, finishing her second drink. "The only thing I learned from last night is not to drink in the back seat of your limo."

"And why is that?" he smiled coyly.

"Because it ends up needing to be washed." He looked at her questioningly, wondering if since she had remembered that, then maybe she had remember other parts of the evening, like when her tongue was down his throat. "Read it on Gossip Girl," she smiled, answering his unasked question.

"I see. Well why don't I buy us both a shot of whiskey, and we can talk about some of the other things that happened last night." She eyed him suspiciously as two shots were placed in front of them. "Cheers," he offered, quickly downing his own. She hesitated, but then slowly repeated his action. The bitter liquid burned her throat as she swallowed. "You okay Van der Woodsen? We can always switch to some champagne if this is too much for you."

"Another," Serena ordered, obviously intimidated by his offer. She was never one to pass up a challenge. He smiled at the obvious effect he had on her, as they prepared for round two. And they say alcohol leads to unhappy times. Is it just me, or are S and C actually enjoying their time together?

XOXO

As soon as Blair got home from school, she changed out of her school uniform, and into something a lot of sexy. She slipped over her head a satin black dress. She undid her hair so it fell freely into radiant curls that bounced upon her shoulders. She applied a fresh coat of glossy chap-stick, and then took out her phone.

My house. 8.

I thought you weren't ready for anything? He texted back.

Maybe I've changed my mind.

Maybe I have too. She scoffed at his message. Chuck Bass was refusing her. Or was he just simply preoccupied, maybe with a certain care-free blonde.

I mean it Mother Chucker. 8:00! She didn't give him a chance to respond as she quickly shut her phone off.

XOXO

Chuck read the last message with a sly grin as he soon replaced the phone back in his pocket. Serena noticed his facial expression, and immediately questioned him. "Who was that?"

"What?"

"Never mind," she said, continuing to sip on her drink. She continued to read his face, smiling at how adorable his nose wrinkled when the corners of his lips were angled in that manner.

He turned his head toward her and noticed the way her eyes were sparkling, they way her mouth hovered over her glass just before she emptied its contents. She licked her lips seductively, and that's when Chuck began to realize that she was flirting with him. And Chuck was never one to turn down flirting, in fact, he liked to elevate it.

"So Miss Van der Woodsen, what do you say we take this shin dig upstairs?" he cocked his eyebrow.

She smiled her award-winning grin. "Why Chuck Bass, are you trying to seduce me?"

"Never," he replied, standing up and offering her his hand. She gladly accepted the offer, and they made their way into the elevator. Serena leaned back against the far wall, trying to steady herself as Chuck pressed the right floor number. He looked back at her and smiled, closing the ever decreasing gap between them. The way he was looking at her made her go crazy. Her knees began to shake, her breath caught in her throat, and her palms began sweat. She couldn't wait any longer, and as soon as the doors clicked shut, she pounced.

He caught her flying frame in his arms, her lips crashing against his. He breathed in the musty scent of alcohol upon her lips, as her arms began to tangle around his neck. Her tongue danced behind her lips for more, and he didn't deny her the pleasure. He let her push him against the side of the elevator, relishing in her animalistic behavior. She penetrated his mouth, tasting the scotch he had previously swallowed. They fed off each other, grasping for the other's intensity.

His calloused fingers ran up the small of her back, sending shivers down her spine. She bit his lower lip, pulling him closer to her. He pulled back for a minute, allowing them both to breathe since they had begun. He was about to go for round two when the bell signaled they had reached their floor. She quickly wiped any traces of lip gloss from his lips, before they exited down the left hall. They arrived at her room before either noticed. She smiled as she fumbled for her keys in her purse. He looked at her stunning features; her engrossing smooth legs, her sparkling hazel eyes, her long golden mane. It was then that he realized he couldn't go through with this. She was intoxicated, and although that would have been more than enough to seal the deal in the past with him, he couldn't do it with her. He couldn't take advantage of her like this. He quickly kissed her cheek and made up some bullshit excuse about his father, and practically galloped down the hall and back into the awaiting elevator. Did C just turn down a drunken one night stand? I think hell just froze over.

XOXO

Chuck arrived at Blair's a half hour later. She had been waiting for him, but made sure it looked like she wasn't. She tried to act surprised at his presence, but he knew her too well.

"What are you doing here Bass?" she hissed.

"Don't play dumb, you practically begged me to come here tonight," he replied, not enthused by her sudden change of attitude.

"Well, I was bored." She replied, trying to make it seem like she just wanted to watch a movie and catch up with a long lost friend. She smiled as she made her way into the kitchen, him nipping at her heels like an untrained puppy. "So what did you tonight?"

"I was with Serena," he answered automatically. Blair froze in her tracks, making Chuck practically run into her.

"What?" he asked annoyed.

"I just didn't know you two were so close."

"Just trying something new I guess," he smiled, knowing how much she was eating this up. The way her posture changed proved that she was growing enticingly more jealous, and he decided to play upon this. "I mean who can resist the charm of Serena. The way her tongue licks her strawberry lip gloss after she has a sip of her drink." Blair's eyes grew wide with fury. "The way her hair bounces upon her shoulders when she's pushed up against a wall." Blair had begun to back away from him, her eyes never leaving his, as he continued to pursue her. "The way her eyes sparkle with lust," he continued, now dangerously close to her. He put a hand on his shoulder, planting her to her spot in the kitchen.

She hated Serena more than ever now. Chuck was not describing some one night floozy he managed to conquer, but was in fact talking about Serena as if they were secret lovers. However, she knew that he would never admit to having feelings for someone. "Why Chuck Bass, I do believe you actually like Serena."

He immediately backed away from her, now completely ashamed by his feelings. "What?"

"You like her, don't you?" she continued to question. She mimicked his earlier movements by moving towards him. "You sure talk about her like she's your new girlfriend."

"That's ridiculous." He reasoned, trying his hardest to flee the predicament he managed to get himself in.

"Prove it then." He looked at her confused. "Prove to me that you're not in love with Serena Van der Woodsen," she challenged.

His mind was racing. Did he actually have feelings for Serena? Even if he did, he would never admit it, especially to Blair. But he had to do something before she saw right through his façade. But before he could think of something, she was pressed up against him, leaving a sweet kiss against the skin of his neck.

"Prove to me that you're the same old Chuck Bass." She answered as she left another tender kiss on the soft part of his neck. She was gentler than Serena, but he could feel the intensity lingering behind each word she spoke. He bent down without hesitating and placed a chaste kiss upon her lips.

He was Chuck Bass, and he would be damned if one blonde goddess kept him from having as many concubines as he wanted. He wanted to take her upstairs and do ungodly things with her, but her majesty would not allow such animalistic behavior. She smiled against him, and he pulled back in confusion. "That's enough for now." She smiled devilishly.

"What?"

"You played your part well Bass. That's enough for tonight." She finished before making her upstairs before he could protest.

He stood there dumbfounded. What the hell was going on with these two? His arousal over the prospect of conquering two goddesses was too much for him to handle, and he quickly exited the Waldorf pad before finding himself at a bar. He was going to drink away his excitement, and then tomorrow figure out what the hell was happening. Two girls and no sex, something must be definitely wrong with our favorite jester.

XOXO

Spotted: S entering her room with disheveled clothing and smeared lip gloss. Has our Princess found a new Prince?

B buying a new set of black lingerie. Does this mean that our Queen plans to do the deed? But to whom? Last we checked, our Queen no longer had a King.

C getting trashed. Nothing unusual there, except for that fact that he's without a scandalously dressed lady.

You know you love me,

XOXO

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