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Basilisk Campfire; Very Late Tuesday Night.

...It was bound to happen again.

After all, who was Chad to deprive others of the beauty that was him? He'd upped the ante since his last excursion like this on the rooftops, even, by adding the sheer pleasure that was his soulful music.

Returning from work, Chad found himself sitting in front of the Basilisk campfire, wearing nothing more than his guitar and tattoos, strumming idly and singing in Spanish.

He wasn't even wearing his bandage. Every part of him was glorious, even his scars.

Come. Bask in the greatness of teh Chad.

[[ yes, chad is snowflaked. yes, chad is naked. yes, admin types are free to slap him with a detention for his public nudity. ]]

[[ and, yes, of course, the post is open ]]

[[ and now it's even labeled correctly, yay ]]

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Teddy sighed when he emerged from his alcove to investigate the music and singing. "I hate Fandom sometimes."

"Hey, Chad. Why are you naked?"

He was tired and the question just had to be asked.

What a silly question to ask. Chad smiled at his cute, naive boyfriend as he ceased his singing but continued strumming. "Everyone must get to enjoy a piece of art like this, Teddy."

And now he couldn't even drag Chad into his alcove because of the injury.

Damn it.

Then a lightbulb went on in his head. "Oh. Are you going to be up late?" He asked innocently. "I was getting lonely in bed."

"Of course you were," Chad said with a grin. "I'm not there. Just a little longer; I'm sure some people are still awake. They will hear my siren song and come..."

It was really hard to not roll his eyes and walk away from that, but Teddy gritted his teeth and tried again, moving closer this time and running his hand across Chad's shoulders.

"Well, I guess I'll have to start without you."

...And now he was talking like he was in a porno. Chad better appreciate this.

Starting without him sounded like a good idea, because then Chad wouldn't have to try to worry about getting Teddy worked up and he could focus on just himself. Not that Teddy would need the help with him around. Actually, that was an even better reason why Teddy should start without him. Because otherwise, Teddy wouldn't be able to contain himself around him and he'd just lose it too soon. That was understandable, though, because, damn, Chad was sexy. He got it, really.

"Will you be thinking about me when you do?" He tilted his head back and smirked at Teddy, ran a tongue over his perfect, sexy lips. It was a stupid question; of course he would be. But Chad liked to hear about it.

Teddy gave him a look of 'are you kidding me?' before remembering that this was The Chad from before. He was so glad Chad was normally not like this. He'd kill him.

"I don't know. You wouldn't be around," Teddy said slowly. "My mind might wander."

"Nah," Chad's grin broadened a little; Teddy was so cute when he tried to make jokes like that. "S'impossible."

Jealousy might work on him, right?

Teddy shrugged. "I did see Alec naked once..." He let his tone do the talking about how nice that had been.

Chad was going to kill him about that later, he just knew it.

Chad shrugged a nonchalant shoulder. He was teh Chad. Like he'd be intimidated by anything. "What? Are you suggesting that he join us?"

Teddy flailed. Then considered it before flailing again. "No! I mean-" More flailing. "Just come to bed with me, okay?"

His poor hormones.

Grinning, running his tongue slowly across his lower lip, Chad looked up at Teddy thoughtfully. "And what's in it for me?" he asked.

Teddy blushed. This was for non-narcissist Chad, he could do this.

He leaned in to whisper in Chad's ear. "You know what I want. I want it hard and fast."

Wow. Now he was just a few minutes from being the first alien emperor slash porn star. Joy.

Teh Chad had that effect on people. But now Teddy was really talking his language and, of course, Chad realized that he was the only one who could give it to Teddy like he wanted. He reached up, his hands lightly slipping around the back of Teddy's neck and gently tried to pull the other boy down to kiss him. A kiss to reflect what Teddy had said.

"Think we'd get in trouble for doing it here?" he asked. He was already naked, after all. Not like exhibitionary sex was really something he was squeamish about.

It would be a lie to say Teddy wasn't affected by that kiss. It had been a while since they had any time alone together after all.

He licked his lips and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, trying to catch up with what Chad said.

"What?! No! Cabins!" He winced at the harshness of his tone and quieted down a bit. "I mean, we have supplies in the cabin, not out here."

See, that's what he liked about Teddy. So smart. He definitely couldn't argue with that logic. "What the hell are we still doing here, then?" Chad asked, standing and meeting Teddy's lips with his in another firm, hard, hungry kiss before pulling his guitar over his head and cocking his head toward the cabin to get Teddy moving. The slap on his ass would help to that effect, too.

Did he just get slapped on the ass?!

Teddy grabbed his hand and tried to stick close enough to keep Chad from flashing anyone nearby.

Haku came out of the cabin, hearing Chad's guitar. He blinked in shock seeing him naked. "Chad....? Are you too warm?"

"Haku, baby," Chad responded, strumming his oh-so-tastefully placed guitar, "I'm way too hot."

......

"Baby?" Haku blinked. "I don't think I'm your baby. Why are you naked?"

Oh, but Chad knew that Haku would want to be. "Why not?" he asked. He didn't ask something like 'aren't you enjoying it?' because he knew that, of course, she was. Who wouldn't?

"Because you have Teddy, and I don't feel anything but friendship towards you," he said politically and with a frown.

"Teddy understands that the beast within cannot be tamed," Chad explained to Haku. Besides, he knew Teddy realized how lucky he was that, when all was said and done, teh Chad came home to him. That made him the luckiest man in the universe.

"Does he now? Still, for the sake of a friend I'm going to bed and leaving you be with your guitar." Not that he would have done anything with Chad even if he wasn't with Teddy.

If he wanted a really big strong guy, he'd go home to Zabuza.

Ahhh, this summer breed...they were weaker than the spring breed. Poor, dainty little Haku couldn't quite take the sexy. It was okay. Teh Chad understood. "Me and my guitar will miss you, Haku," he told her, thinking maybe flattery would help her to say as he continued strumming.

"I'm sure you'll survive the loss," he waved and headed back inside.

Kabuto was returning to his cabin with a small plastic container that held a live mouse for Kusanagi. But big, naked boys are very attention-getting. The ninja blinked at Chad, then raised an eyebrow. "...Why are't you wearing anything?"

Strumming a few notes on that strategically place guitar, Chad regarded Kabuto with a grin. "Clothes only hide what should be seen."

"..." Kabuto was facepalming somewhere inwardly. "In some cases. In other cases, clothing saves us all from a world of pain and embarrassment." Like Chad would probably be feeling when he wasn't under the spell of Fandom weirdness.

Thankfully, Chad's been through this one before. "Clearly, I have nothing to be embarrassed about." His body was, after all, perfection. There may have been slight flexing to prove that to Kabuto, even though such things didn't need to be proved.

It was all Kabuto could do to keep from facepalming. That was far more of Chad than he ever wanted to see. Chad really wasn't his type. And now the image was probably seared into his brain for the rest of time. "...Whatever you say. I'm...going to go now." He had to feed his snake. Which was really, absolutely, not dirty.

Poor Kabuto. Couldn't handle being faced so directly with so much sexy. Chad strummed a mournful little tune. "Your loss, my friend."

"I'll take your word on that," Kabuto said, putting one hand to his forehead to block out Chad as he headed back to his cabin. Maybe he'd have to see if Lucifer was still awake. He needed something to banish the burned-in sight of nekkid!Chad.

Z couldn't sleep and didn't want to bother her cabinmates, so she was wandering around the campsite looking for others so afflicted.

What she found was nekkid Chad.

"Chad?" she asked him. "You all right? Did something happen to your clothes?"

Grinning slightly as he strummed, Chad shrugged a shoulder. "Y'know..." he said in a cool rumble. "I'm just...too sexy for my shirt."

Z snickered. "You don't say, Rico Suave."

"Actually," because there was still some of the normal, lovable, not-naken Chad underneath that skin, "that was Right Said Fred, not Rico Suave."

And then he grinned at Z, strumming significantly.. "But I'll forgive you this time."

"Pfft, nineties music, it's all so old," Z said. "So were you too sexy--" she did not snicker, because she was a good person-- "for your pants, too?

"Of course," Chad said, with a tone that suggested that went without saying. "Only thing that can handle my sexiness is my guitar. Because she sings out a tune that mirrors the beauty that is...me."

He strummed something. He was still wounded on one side, so his playing still sounded not nearly as good as usual.

Ego much? "That's very...poetic."

It was so hard to not have an ego about such perfection, really. Chad nodded. Of course it was poetic. He did love to hear from his fans, though. "Gracias, Z."

"De nada, Chad," Z told him. "Are you sure you don't want pants? There are..." she shuddered. "Bugs. They might bite," and here she lowered her voice and whispered, "it."

Chad had taken this into consideration. "Bug spray," he told her with a firm nod. He was not only beautiful, after all, but intelligent, too.

The thought of bug spray plus sensitive bits equaled wincing Z. "Ah," Z said. "Very clever of you. Well, I'll just be off to--" flee--"catch some sleep. Yes. Very sleepy." She faked a yawn. "See?"

Chad nodded. "Sleep is very important for you, Z." See? Smart. And Sexy.

Chad sighed a little, happily. He was so content in his sheer perfectness.

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