Yeah, I brought the stuff.

You got the money?

What? You didn't bring any money? What the hell! What do you think this is? A Justin Bieber concert or something? Because when you smile, I don't smile, bitch.

…It doesn't matter. It sucks anyway- have it for free.

Chapter Five:

Poor Lindsay

Duncan smiled to himself as he tried to wrap his hand around Chris's, who pushed it away. Duncan just sighed lovingly as they walked away from the mess hall and through the woods before heading to a secluded cabin. Oh my awesomeness! Chris is taking me to his personal love cave! Duncan automatically perked up ten-fold, if that was even possible. Chris took a key out of his pocket and opened the door to the cabin, walking in as Duncan stared at the place in awe. "It's so neat!"

Chris snorted. "Yeah, sure." He ushered Duncan over to his bed, and the green haired teen sat down next to him, a large smile on his face. Chris coughed into his hand, unsure how to begin. "Now, how would you feel about a… strictly physical relationship?"

He saw Duncan put a finger to his chin in innocent thought. Duncan then looked at him thoughtfully. "No. I want to be in love. Why do you ask?" Gosh, this dude was dense, but Chris guessed he could blame that on the curse…

"Oh, no reason." So apparently, he was now going to have to shoot for plan B- begging. For shits sakes, Chris wasn't sure he could do this. I mean, he had some morals, honestly… not like he respected Duncan much, but was he willing to lose all of his self-respect for some great sex? Was he willing to possibly go to prison for having intercourse with a minor? Was he the type of person who would take advantage of a guy who had a curse on him, a poor kid who wasn't in his right state of mind and therefore didn't know any better? "…Please? Can we?"

Duncan let out a sigh, but then smiled weakly. "I love you, Chris… whatever you want, I want." He grinned brightly. "I'm fine with it being strictly physical… but, it's okay if you fall in love with me, alright?" He quipped.

Chris pushed Duncan back on the bed. "Yeah, sure, whatever, shut up."

Was he really that low?

Duncan licked his lips and made a small purring noise. "Take me, Chris." He pushed his hardened erection up against the host's thigh, moaning in arousal.

Chris smirked.

Yes, yes he was.

Duncan's tongue was hot against Chris's. Something about the texture of it was oh-so satisfying… he would never know. He tasted of innocence and cigarette's (new Duncan still had a nicotine addiction just as old Duncan did). Those two things mixed together were strange and somehow intriguing… everything about Duncan's taller, leaner body in his hands was electrifying. The sounds the younger boy made were priceless.

Chris stripped Duncan of his clothing in no time, and Duncan made small cooing noises in the back of his throat as Chris slipped out of his boxers.

Was he really this wrong?

He neared the younger boy, positioning himself at his entrance.

Was he really this sick and twisted?

He pushed in with one swift thrust, giving the teen no time to adjust and taking quick, deep, jerks over and over again into his ass.

Was he really this horrible of a person?

"I love you," Duncan moaned as he came, Chris doing the same in turn. Chris fell on top of the green haired boy, skin slapping together, the smell of sweat and sex in the air.

Yes.

Duncan pushed his face into the crook of Chris's neck. "I love you," he repeated. Chris gave no response.

Yes, yes he was.

Duncan spent the next week in a stupor of happiness. It was obvious to other people what had happened, even without Duncan's additional 'help' (he basically told everyone that he and Chris were back and more 'banging' than ever). Courtney was a bit disgusted that Duncan had taken to this so easily, but it was the happiest she had seen him all month, so she decided to just grin and bear it.

Duncan walked into Courtney's cabin, running toward her. "I got a new ringtone! My old one was so brash and terrible…" Duncan clicked a button on his phone, causing 'Party In The U.S.A.' to play loudly as Duncan swiveled his hips to the beat. "Oh yeah!"

Courtney rolled her eyes. "Since when did you get a phone?" They had all gotten their phones taken away before the show started up- no connection with the outside world on a reality show, remember?

Duncan smiled. "Chris got it for me! He says it's so he can call me for whenever he needs some, 'good loving'…" Duncan smiled, and Courtney gave him a fake grin, resisting the urge to vomit. She couldn't wait until Duncan fell for someone less… vulgar.

Really and truly, everyone had their calendars' marked- in a week, Duncan was destined to fall in love with someone new. Duncan claimed that he wanted to stay in love with Chris forever, but some people had different ideas…

Heather used her red pen to circle next week's date, the night of the full moon. She smirked haughtily as Lindsay tilted her head to the side. "I still don't get it." The blonde mused.

Heather let out a growl, tired of her friend's stupidity. "Duncan is going to fall in love with someone the next full moon, and that's going to be me… if I can get on his good side, I'll not only have his loyalty and help, but also, I'll be on everyone's good side. No one wants to upset their little Duncan. I'll also have connections to the bass team, as well as their leader, Courtney."

"Since when was Courtney their leader?" Lindsay questioned, painting her nails with a bored expression.

Heather slapped the back of her head, sighing at Lindsay. "You dope! She's obviously the one with authority." She then let out a slick smirk. "She also cares the most about Duncan out of everyone else, and she's our team's competition… as annoying as her bickering is, her plans seem to actually work…" She smiled in triumph about her great plan, "I'm going to be the center of Duncan's attention which will make me a good guy which will in turn make all those people who will disagree with the plan the bad guys."

Lindsay still gave her a confused look, but Heather didn't really care, she had given up on Lindsay five minutes ago. "I'll just need a little of your help…"

Lindsay's blue eyes lit up. "Whatever you want, Harper!"

Heather grinned. "Perfect…"

Courtney brought her gaze away from her book when she felt someone sit beside her on the dock, finding Duncan giving her a wide smile. She gave him a short smile back, pretending to read the text of the book. "So, what's going on now?" She had learned that Duncan always had something to say, no matter how quiet he tried to be at first.

Duncan ran a hand through his Mohawk, sucking in a sharp breath. "Chris says… that the relationship should be strictly physical… but I…" His lower lip started to tremble, and Courtney let out a soft sigh, nudging his shoulder as to urge him on. "I… I'm can't keep doing this."

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Courtney looked to the polluted water beneath them. This situation was so hard for her except, and nothing was clear… everything with new Duncan was muddy. But there were times when she would catch snippets of old Duncan trying to sneak through. She could tell it was strained, but he was there. Just yesterday, Duncan had said that Chris had a pole up his ass, quickly correcting himself and sputtering about how great the host was. He had also called her sweetheart, but only once, and then he had gone back to being the new chipper Duncan that he now was.

She guessed that the curse couldn't completely change him.

"Well then… why do you?" She put a hand on his shoulder, trying to offer him some type of comfort. Courtney wasn't too great with that type of stuff, but over the past few weeks, she had lost her hostility for Duncan and it had been replaced with protectiveness. Everyone understood that Duncan and Courtney were best friends now, though some people said that not much had changed… Courtney hated to think about it, but she and Duncan had spent a bit of time together even before the curse…

He bit his lip, looking up at the sky, trying to see the moon even through the blinding light of the sun. "I… I don't have a choice."

Courtney's eyes widened, and she removed her hand off of his shoulder. As much as she wanted to tell him that he was wrong, she couldn't. Because, looking at Duncan now, with that far off look in his eyes, a fire in it that was fueled by turmoil inside… she knew it was true.

Duncan had no choice anymore.

A/N: Thanks for reading! :D

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