Hurray for fast updates! Here's the final chapter of this crazy parody.

My thanks to: IronAmerica for reviewing last chapter.

So, this is my first shot at slash. I've done femslash, and now Pence is my first slash experiment. You have been warned.

I do not own The Cape.

Boy Meets Girl v Boy Meets Boy- Chapter Three: Pence Ending

Peter Fleming grinned to himself, rather proud of his handiwork. The man next to him had passed out from pure exhaustion. Sure, he was damn worn out too, but the feeling of victory surpassed it.

He was going to be very sore in the morning, but it really didn't matter. His master plan had worked. Vince was finally in his grasp. And yes, it was as delicious as it sounded.

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This whole escapade came to the billionaire when his daughter and Vince broke up. The two had gone strong for a few years, but they slowly grew apart. Peter waited for his daughter to get over her heartbreak, though it seemed to take impossibly forever. Now, close to a year later, he was ready to commence with his plan.

He chose a day that he knew Jamie would be going out with friends. While she was in her notoriously long bubble bath, Peter snuck into his daughter's room, stealing her cell phone from off its charger. He quickly went to the contacts and wrote her ex-boyfriend's number down on a piece of paper that he brought with him. Before the brunette could catch him up to no good, he placed her cell phone back on charge and scurried out of her bedroom.

The billionaire's plan was to give Faraday a call, giving him a false scenario of Jamie wanting to get back together with him. If Vince thought that the brunette would be waiting for him at the Fleming manor, he would surely be there.

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About an hour an a half later, Fleming had made the call. Vince had been thrilled to know that Jamie wanted to get back together. It took him all of five minutes to drive to the Fleming manor. When Peter saw him pull up to the drive, he smirked to himself. "Brilliant."

The sandy blonde marched up the flight of stairs, his heart hammering in his chest. He knocked at the front door, fully expecting his ex-girlfriend to answer the knock. A heavy frown settled onto his lips as Peter answered the door. Something told him that this wouldn't end well…

"Vincent, please come in," the billionaire began, stepping aside to let Vince in.

The younger man stepped inside the manor, hurrying to the staircase.

"She's not here," Peter spoke, stopping the sandy blonde dead in his tracks.

Vince turned around, his heart beating a mile a minute. "What do you mean she's not here? I thought you said-"

"I know what I said," the billionaire frowned. "I don't know what is wrong with my daughter. She just changed her mind and left to be with her friends."

The sandy blonde didn't know what to say. Maybe she really did hate him. Vince just held onto the staircase railing, sighing to himself.

When Vince had his head turned away from him, the billionaire smirked at how well this was going. "Vincent, believe me, I tried to convince her to at least say hello."

The younger man let out a sigh, retreating from the stairs. "No, I believe you. She just doesn't want me anymore."

"Well, is there anything I can do for your troubles?" Fleming asked, a charming smile in place.

Vince shook his head, passing the billionaire as he headed to the front door. "Nah, I'll just get out of here."

"Stay for a while, I insist. Maybe have a drink or two?" Peter offered, his smile still prominent.

The sandy blonde let out a sigh. He knew he should have walked away. However, something took a hold of his good judgment and threw it out of the window. "Alright, a drink doesn't sound that bad."

That's how it all began. Fleming handed Vince a tall glass of scotch and sat down to watch the effects. He had the bottle on the side table by the couch, ready to refill the sandy blonde's glass at any time.

Vince's mood had began to see a change rather quickly. He had been whining over losing Jamie for the past hour. Peter was having a joyful time patting the younger man on the back.

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"I'm a failure!" the sandy blonde slurred, chugging the little bit of alcohol that he had in his glass.

"How are you a failure?" Fleming asked with his charming smile.

"Because!" Vince paused as he watched the billionaire refill his glass. "She didn't even take the time to stick 'round, y'know?"

The billionaire frowned. "Once again, I apologize for my daughter's behavior."

"Jamie wouldn't have to leave it I wasn't such a big failure!" Vince began, slumping over his glass.

"She just wasn't the right one for you. There's no need to worry yourself over her," Peter spoke, lightly patting the sandy blonde on the knee.

The younger man looked down at the nearly empty glass of scotch. Was it just him, or was Peter hitting on him? "Why do you keep touching me?" Vince slurred. "Are you hitting on me?"

"How about another drink?" the billionaire offered a smile as he reached for the bottle of scotch and refilled the sandy blonde's glass.

Vince muttered something to himself but tilted his head back to chug down the contents of his glass.

Fleming was glad that he hadn't caught on yet. Really though, it made him wonder how idiotic this boy was. Didn't he realize that he was the only one drinking? Oh well, Peter smirked to himself, more fun for him.

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One hour and a half a bottle of scotch later, things started to look up for the billionaire. Vince had been leaning on his ex-girlfriend's father, bemoaning everything that had went wrong with his life.

"Let's just face it, Fleming," the sandy blonde's lower lip began to quiver. He chugged down more of his drink. "I'm a loser!"

Peter didn't understand. Shouldn't the scotch have taken more of an effect by now? In his opinion, they should have been shagging by now….

The billionaire turned toward the younger man, smiling at him gently. "You aren't a loser. Quite the contrary, you're a winner." He remembered saying that to his daughter during dance lessons. He meant it then, and sure, he meant it now.

Vince picked his head up and looked at the billionaire. With a sniffle, he asked, "You really mean that?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Peter responded with his winning smile. He was getting pretty confident that he didn't have to wait much longer.

The sandy blonde knew it was the scotch talking, but the billionaire was starting to look very appealing. He didn't even care that Peter was gradually getting closer, as were his lips.

When Vince made the first move to latch his lips onto Fleming's, the older man couldn't have been more pleased. He was finally getting his way, and judging on how heated the kisses were, it wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

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