A/N: Holla!

What better way to procrastinate studying for exams than writing fanfiction?

Anyway, this is this chapter. It is less fluffy, and sort of a lot like chapter 5 of this story. And it is dedicated to Kyla, who is nothing like Kyla in the story. Nothing. At. All.

Guys, this chapter, I managed not to use the word 'nuzzle' AND Benny and Nicely don't proclaim their love for each other! I am getting better!

Umm, I don't really have anything else to say except: PLEASE REVIEW! If you are reading this, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAASE let me know what you like, what you hate, what you'd like to see in future chapters (because there will be lots), and anything else. I love you all and every time I get a review my day gets a little more fabulous.

Cuddles,

BWR : )

P.S This is (unfortunately) NOT the last you'll see of Kyla. I have plans for her later...

OoO

"That went surprisingly well," said Nicely, as he walked out of the Blitmore garage.

Benny smiled, following his husband out the door. "I suppose that Joey missed having a game run in his garage after all."

"I suppose so. Now we only got to get the word out before Friday and we're good!"

"We most certainly are."

The two men turned onto a sidewalk.

"You wanna go home now?" asked Benny.

"Yes, definitely. We haven't had a good cuddle in… a day?"

The taller man rolled his eyes.

They walked on in silence for a few minutes, Benny trying to keep himself from grasping Nicely's hand in his own. Despite their marriage, they were still not completely open about their relationship, only explaining it when necessary. They hardly ever displayed affection for each other in public.

"Benny...?"

The older of the two husbands turned at the sound of his name, and he was decidedly not prepared for what he saw.

"Kyla…?"

Nicely turned around as well. The two men were facing a woman about Nicely's height, with light blond hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a quite low-cut pink dress and an unnatural amount of makeup.

"Oh, Benvolio, it's been a while, hasn't it?" she said, her tone rather sultry.

Benny shuffled awkwardly, his gaze dropping. "Uh, yes, it has…"

Nicely was confused; Benny never let anyone call him Benvolio.

The woman's eyes trailed over Nicely's husband, scanning every minute detail. "You've put on weight, love… But you're still quite handsome…"

Nicely began to feel uncomfortable. He glared at Kyla, inching closer to his lover.

She looked at the shorter man, a smile tugging at her red lips. "I don't believe we've met. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting today?"

"Alexander Southsteet," he said somewhat defensively, "and you are?"

She smirked. "I'm Kyla, one of Benvolio's... old friends."

She turned back to Benny. "You never told me you had a brother."

"He's not my brother." Southstreet's voice was uncharacteristically quiet.

"Cousins, yes. You two don't look very alike, I suppose."

Nicely's eyes narrowed; he wondered why Benny hadn't explained their true relationship.

Meanwhile, Kyla had stepped substantially closer to her 'old friend'.

"You know, Benvolio, I miss you. I don't know why we ever broke up, honestly."

Nicely's jaw dropped.

Kyla reached out a hand, affectionately stroking Benny's cheek.

Nicely had had enough of this. He lurched forward, shoving Kyla away from Benny. "Don't you touch my husband like that!"

Kyla's eyes widened, partially because of the violent shove she had just received, and partially because of the accompanying comment. "Husband?"

"You heard me."

She grimaced in disgust, eyes narrowing at Benny. "What are you, gay?"

Benny clenched his jaw. "Yes."

Kyla's facial expression was one of pure disgust as she stormed away.

The two men looked at each other, before Nicely turned on his heel and rushed away in the direction of his apartment.

"Hey, Nice'! Wait up!" Benny called, quickly following him. But he soon realized that Nicely did not particularly want to be followed, so he slowed his pace, keeping his eye on Nicely until he was too far in the distance to see.

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Benny entered the apartment not five minutes later to Nicely Southstreet curled up on the couch watching some mindless TV show. Since Nicely rarely ever watched TV, Benny knew something must have been up.

"Nicely?"

"Mm."

"You're mad at me."

"Mm."

"I know, what happened earlier was weird. I'm sorry. You can ask me all the questions you want."

"Mm."

Benny tuned off the TV and sat down on the couch beside his husband. "Talk to me."

Nicely finally met Benny's icy blue gaze. "Alright. So, start off with: who was she?"

Benny nodded. "Kyla, one of my ex-girlfriends. We dated about five years ago. I broke up with her because she was gettin' a bit too clingy for my taste."

"Why did ya let her call you Benvolio?"

"I don't really know. She insisted upon it when we were dating. After we ended things between us, I didn't really want anyone else calling me that because it reminded me of her."

Nicely nodded, relaxing slightly. "Alright. Now: why did you not tell her I was your husband?"

Benny swallowed. "Well, I..." he paused, turning to face Nicely. "I know this is hard for you to believe, but I'm scared of her."

"What? You? Scared of a doll?"

"Yeah. Well, if you got to see her transform from the harmless, beautiful doll I started dating to the horrible monster she became, you'd be scared too."

Nicely shifted so that he was facing the other man. "I suppose so."

"So, you ain't mad at me no more?"

Nicely shook his head, smiling. "Nope. I could never stay mad at you, Benny."

Benny grinned back, before leaning into hug the other man tightly.

"Also, Nice'," he muttered into the other man's neck, "Thanks for savin' me."

Nicely smiled wider. "You're welcome, Benny."

The older man pulled out of the hug, touching his forehead to his husband's. "You know, you ain't always my princess. Sometimes, you're my knight in shining armor."

Nicely blushed. "Really?"

"Yeah," Benny muttered against Nicely's lips, before kissing him gently.