Legally Nave
Chapter Five
Written by: Chocolatechiplague

Is everyone ready for a horrible chapter of both sexual tension, some little smut, and angst that will make you hate me? D I am! This is the chapter that will drastically change the relationship between our favorite main characters and a bit of torturing to our favorite hunk of wood. Please enjoy!

"Look at all the make-up you gotta wear. What is that, lipstick?! Jeez, Carol, that even your shade?! I know Joshua-boy wanted you to try on the pre-design costume but come on, do you gotta girl it up?"

Rave's patience and tolerance to Nat's snide comments was beginning to snap as he attempted to put his eyeliner on without smudging before school officially started as he and Nat had been called by Joshua to try on and get proper measurements for the outfits. The pencil was almost to the nub and would need to be replaced soon. Damn, and they discontinued this brand, meaning a shopping trip would be needed. It was the poke to his side that made him snap, tossing the stub of a eyeliner pencil at the teal haired man behind him, leaving a perfect, black streak across his cheek, curving around the bridge of his nose where it had bounced off to the floor. "Will you shut the fuck up, you insufferable shit head?!"

"Ohhhhhh, someone's been hanging out with Double Dee off set it seems. What did you two do? Nails and read the dictionary?" The sassy remark was met with a scowl as Rave turned in his swivel chair to face the other. "Actually, dickhead, he asked for advice on how to preform certain things. And I do not mean acting. But then again, you wouldn't know what I'm fucking talking about, would you?"

Honestly, it flew right over Nat's head what they would talk about for a good thirty seconds before he pulled a face. "Why would he go to you? You may be a fruit and all, Sheila, but I doubt you know how to give head or anything. I doubt you have! Too busy emo-ing it up in the corner." Oh yeah, so original. Yet even so, Nat was conflicted. Had the other boy done such things before? Why did that bug him? It wasn't like Nat never had done such things. When you swing both ways on the fence of love, you get a taste of everything, both give and take.

Rave snorted loudly as he leaned against the vanity counter in the dressing room he was forced to share with Nat, one of Rave's hands moving to flick some of the blonde hair of his wig over his shoulder. The two main stars were given their own area for all the costumes and things needed. As the cross-dressed male looked over Nathan, a small idea came to mind. Pushing himself up, he looked down his nose at the smaller, shorter male. "You fucking think I'm that damn innocent and pure? I doubt you have ever even been sucked off, let alone another fucking human being touching your damn junk."

"You're just prissy because you're on your fucking period and that both genders want this sweet ass of mine. I'm tight and well hung, baby. And you can take that to the fucking bank- What the hell are you doing?" They had moved in a slow half circle, glaring with a cocky grin on Nat's part. Yet once Nathan was moved to the vanity, Rave pressed the football player against it, hands slipping to his belt on his cargo pants, unbuckling it easily. "Maybe this will make you fucking shut that damn mouth of yours."

It was done without thought, something Rave said without thinking and didn't consider the fact this was the kid who pissed him off, who was 'ruining' the musical, that this was fucking Goldberg in front of him. Yet it didn't matter to Rave, the challenge to make the teal haired 'Emmett' silent already in mind. He wanted to prove he wasn't what Nat said. A prude, a virgin, that he was damn good at this. It was little known that he didn't like to back away from a challenge.

The last coherent thought in Nat's head was how random as hell this was before everything blanked as he felt a hot mouth press into his hipbone, fingers pushing down his pants and boxers enough to wrap slender fingers around his cock. It took hardly a few touches before Nat was hard, leaning heavily against the vanity as he watched the show given, Rave's mouth trailing along the tip, flicking his tongue.

Chestnut eyes didn't leave gold as Rave took the head past his lips, suckling slowly, teasingly. Nat's hand moved quickly to tangle in the blonde hair of the wig, frowning at the feeling of it on his fingers. It took a simple tug to remove it, tossing the wig to the corner of the dressing room. Rave scowled, pulling his mouth back to protest the treatment of the inanimate object. Yet the tug to his real, mahogany hair caused the words. "Forget the damn thing, just keep going. Suck me off."

Rave snorted, rolling his eyes yet leaning in to take his cock back into his mouth, bobbing his head. One hand stroked along the amount he couldn't take into his mouth, the other keeping Nat's hips from bucking forward too much, not exactly wanting to choke.

Soft pants sounded through the dressing room, most of them coming from Nat, strung with some groans of pleasure and soft words of encouragement. Of course, these words of encouragement were followed with names such as 'Haley, Salina, Betty, Rika, and Aurora'. Rave only rolled his eyes, continuing with his ministrations, trailing his tongue along each vein he could feel. It was the small slurp sounds that made Nat shudder and his breathing hitch. That and the small, held back moan Rave gave after a successful roll of Nat's hips into his mouth. It took hardly anything more then another look at Rave's flushed face for Nat to hit his orgasm.

Scrunching his nose as half went down his throat, Rave moved quickly to take a tissue and spit out the rest of the come, frowning slightly to himself. He was never one that was fond for the taste of come, but it wasn't horrible at least this time. A glance at the sated, goofy smile on Nat's face was one that made Rave smirk, pride working it's way through him at the fact he had managed to make the talkative teenager silent for even a moment. "As you clean yourself up, I'm going to get Joshua to correct the measurements for this dress."

Rave paused at the door to the dressing room, looking back to Nat who watched silently. "I fucking swear, if what happened in here starts to go around, I'll bite your dick off next time."

"So there is gonna be a next time?" The door was slammed as Nat snickered and grinned. Rehearsal that evening would be fun, that Nat knew.

"Hey Warner!"

Rave stated, tucking a strand of the blonde wig behind his ear as practiced for the scene. It was during their lunch hour rehearsal a time they all took to practice. This is where Plank grinned to himself, moving towards Rave. Normally during a rehersal, the kiss would be fake, would be a simple air kiss to symbolize that was the proper time, yer when Rave felt Planks arm slip around his waist and tug him close, he knew the senior had other things in mind. Nat frowned from where he watched the scene, remembering when he watched the muscial and that the characters would kiss, a sight he decided would be disgusting. Who the hell would want to kiss either of those pricks-

"Don't even dar- Nngh!"

The words died in Nat's mind as Plank pressed his lips together roughly to the crossing dressing actor, snickering against Rave's mouth as he did so , running the tip of his tongue teasingly over slightly chapped lips. It was then that Rave managed to push the larger teenager from him. Nat's blood ran cold, his muscles tensing. The words of his football coach about restraining anger in mind. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath ou- was that a string of saliva?

It was the glance that Plank gave to Nat that made the football players blood boil, the look of satisfaction, the look that said he had done the kiss just for Nat to see. And without reason, that pissed him off. Of course his excuse was that Plank was a dickbag full of dicks and asshole for kissing someone like that. Rave scowled and pushed Plank from him, snapping out despite the hint of coloring on olive skin. Plank gave the closest to a smile he knew how. "Are you blushing? Perhaps, you and I should relocate to another place and … speak?"

"Fuck you, you Russian bastard."

"Rather forward of a request, but I have no issues with sex."

"Cindy said to fuck off, Plank." Nat stepped in, golden eyes narrowed even with the forced smile twitching at his lips. Plank narrowed his own eyes in response, a challenging smile slipping onto his lips as he moved towards Nat. "I must not have caught then. Though, what reasons do you have for protecting him? As I understand it, you have a hatred, deep rooted into your very core for each other. Is there a problem with me flirting?"

"Of course not, I just don't like the idea of a lady being harassed and hit on by a disgusting tool. Get what I'm saying, buddy ol' pal?"

Plank and Nat locked eyes, forced smiles on their lips. It was enough to cause tension through the set, Rave snorting and pushing the two apart roughly. "Both of you are fucking tools so fuck each other and stop ruining this musical! You! You know better!" Rave shoved his finger roughly into Nat's chest, glaring to the shorter male who held his hands up in defense and surrender. "Ma'am, yes, emo ma'am!" Rave snorted softly and pushed himself from the stage, hands tightened into fists as he mused over the immature dumbasses he was forced work with on the set and stage.

It took one look for Plank and Nat to both agree to continue their conversation behind the scenes, behind the curtain. The chance for that came around ten minutes later. Plank smirked at the shorter teen, the football player, the baseball player, the sports athlete who actually had a bit of talent with acting, or would if he acted serious for once. "What the hell did you say?"

"Oh, did I say that all out loud? My mistake." Plank chuckled, even as Nat gripped the front of his shirt, tugging him down to his height. "Listen, leave the theater princess out of what ever the hell your problem with me is. This is fucking important to Susan, and honestly, I'm the only one allowed to give her shit over this crap."

Normally, Plank would push the matter, wanting to know the reason, wanting to force things out. While he disliked people, he preferred if everyone was honest with others and themselves. Yet, the words slipped from his lips before Plank could really think. "That isn't going to happen. I would rather have him under me, screaming my name as I fuc-"

The fist that slammed into Planks nose was enough to stop the rest of the sentence.

Plank fell hard to the floor, his hand moving to his broken, crooked nose as blood poured. Nat moved quickly to grip onto the front of the now stained with blood shirt Plank wore, pulling his other hand back into a fist to hit him once more, intending to break more. It was the hard throw of a bottle of water at Nat's head that stopped him. Rave's eyes flared to life, anger showing clearly. "Rav- ah, Cassandra! Shit, uh … it's . . exactly how it looks?"

In two strides, Rave was close enough to slap his hand across Nat's face, the skin stinging harshly from the hit. "You are trying to ruin this production aren't you?! YOU JUST COMPROMISED THE MUSICAL! For WHAT?! NOTHING! You fucking … YOU FUCKING JERK! Fuck you! FUCK YOU! Do you hate me that damn much you would ruin the ONE thing I care about?!" Rave nearly screamed, gaining the attention of the others that had been waiting on the main stage. "You fucking self centered, self loving, egotistical, short, fucking bastard! NO WONDER YOUR MOTHER LEFT WHEN SHE HAD A MISTAKE LIKE YOU!"

It was as if someone took Thor's hammer had smashed Nat through the chest at the words screamed into his face. He had reasons, he just couldn't think of them as to why he had hit Plank, why he damaged the face of 'Warner' when the musical was getting closer and closer. He didn't want to ruin the musical, he wanted it to succeed if anything. Yet none of that mattered, not at hearing the statement about his mother. His weak spot, sore spot, the place that hurt so badly in his chest he couldn't sleep most nights. It was worse coming from Rave. Someone who knew what it was like to lose a parent for one reason or another other then to death. Yet here he was, screaming he was a mistake, and Nat felt himself snap.

What surprised even Nat was that it wasn't the need to hit Rave like he would if anyone else had said such things, even Kevin. He wanted to scream, he wanted to make him hurt, feel the pain in his chest that Nat was feeling. He wanted to make the other fucking cry and feel like shit.

"What reason do I have to have?! It's a damn PLAY! At least I still have a fucking parent that loves me! I still have my dad! YOU GOT NO ONE! WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE?!" How had it even come to this? How had it come to this screaming match or who could hurt the other more? Nat nor Rave knew as they stared at each other, tears in the corner of each teens eyes, fighting it back roughly.

"FUCK YOU, GOLDBERG AND FUCKING DIE!"

"LADIES FIRST!"

Rave quickly took off from the theater, running past the people, past Amus who tried to speak to the student as a professor should. Yet nothing would help, nothing at all as he took off. Plank looked to Nat who was shaking violently. Plank could feel the guilt on himself, his desire to bring the twos affections for another out so they stopped lying over it, over something that wasn't ready to be brought out and acknowledge beyond closed doors and random touches. Plank had gotten what he wanted, he had seen that Nat felt something for the taller yet younger teen.

He just damaged it in the process of finding out.

Nat sneered as he made his way from backstage, taking the path to the exit. No one tried to stop him, no one moved. Even Kevin stayed back where he was. The desire to beat something or someone to pieces was still in the football players blood, but he was resisting. He had already cracked with an audience, he didn't need witnesses to see him fully break and scream and destroy until his own blood was spilled onto the ground.

The only thought that was running through Rave's mind as he ran from the school grounds was the same thought that entered when he realized what he had said. 'What have I fucking done?'