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(WARNING!! Yes you read the title right. the following story contains real person/video game character slash.  If you're at all iffy about this idea I suggest you back off. This is really, really, really, fucked up.)

Birds of a feather criticize together,

Shaun frowned distractedly as he walked down the street. Glancing at his watch, he saw it was nearly seven PM.   As if to reinforce the timepiece's point, the hot Australian sun was just beginning to set over Brisbane. He groaned exasperatedly, this "contact" Lucy had set him up with was officially a no-show and this hunt for a piece of Eden was turning into a wild goose chase.

But what really pissed him off was the fact that he was out a doing real work whilst Desmond got to sit on his arse faffing about on the rooftops of renaissance Italy.

Although he would never admit it, this was mostly because he wanted to be the one exploring the depths of history. After all he had spent his whole life studying the subject in books, examining ancient artifacts and speculating about how they were used. If anyone deserved to get an up close look at history it was him not some nobody bartender from Montréal.

He continued down the street brooding about this until he passed by a small venue built into a larger building bordering the street. It presented itself via a blue and chrome sign that read "Mana Bar" it was then that he decided he was due for a well deserved brake.

As he entered the bar he was instantly aware of the unique vibe the place had about it. The walls were lined with no less than five flat screen HD tellies each showing off a different video game.  In one corner a set of four young males were having a rather intense battle in modern warfare 2. The same could also be sied of the ones next to them who were brutally smashing thare controllers as they attempted to best each other in a game of super smash brother's brawl.  on the other side of the bar, where the music, brutal caterwauling  and banging plastic was coming from you could see even more people engaging in a few rounds of Guitar Hero and Rock Band.

As he took a closer look around Shaun saw that the blue and chrome motif that was on the sign was carried on in the bar.  A large blue controller was painted across one of the silver-white walls. Lights with blue covers hung from the ceiling and the room was accented by chrome counters that made out the bar part of the bar.

Glass cases lined the walls in the places where they were not covered by screens and game consoles, housing a magnificent treasure trove of gaming memorabilia everything from the vinyl record of the orchestral score from Bioshock to a perfect model of Link's shield.

Shaun who was secretly a gamer himself began to wonder what strange heaven he had wondered into.

He soon noticed that the attention of the room was divided into two distinct crowds. One that was hovering around two girls in full skimpy Soul Calibur cosplay and mostly consisted of post adolescent males with cameras. The other was around a man sitting on one of the bar stools who was looking awfully board and not just a little annoyed with the people around him.

He looked to be in his mid 20's, dressed in a dark gray jacket covering a black dress shirt and dark pants held around his hips by a simple belt.  the top button on his shirt was undone and  a pair of sunglasses hung on the second, supplementing the pair of clear ones that currently covered his half lidded eyes, but what really made the outfit was a stylish fedora  that covered his red-brown hair that had a small yellow button pinned just above the brim on the left side.

He was resting his head in his hand leaning against the bar. His frowning  lips sporting a short goatee not to dissimilar to one that Shaun had been considering growing himself, but never really gotten around to it. Casually he sat down a few seats away from the man he had been observing. His eyes much less casually straying back to him as he wondered why he was of so much interest to the people.

As he watched the bartender came up behind the counter and asked if he wanted anything. Then noticing who he was looking at, he pointed at the blue concoction that was sitting in front of the other man and informed Shaun that it was called a "mana potion" curiosity intrigued by the name Shaun ordered one himself.

As he waited for his drink the gathering around the guy in the fedora gradually caught on to the aura of "Go fuck yourself" emanating from the man they were adoring and floated away. Once the last of them had cleared Shaun bumped over and sat next to him.

"They look annoying" Shaun commented gesturing toward the leaving fans.

"Agh... tell me about it. Sometimes I forget just how famous I am" the other groaned taking a sip from a bright blue cocktail. Shaun noted that the other had an English ascent as opposed to the typical Australian one he had been expecting.

"So you are famous, I was wondering about that 'cause I can't say I've ever heard of you" Shaun observed. The other man looked surprised "you sure?  The name Yahtzee ring any bells? What about Zero Punctuation?"

"Nope" Shaun reaffirmed as the bartender placed his blue drink on the chrome table. "Well then how did you hear about the bar?" the other asked.

"I dunno mate, I just walked in here didn't know this place existed" Shaun explained shrugging. The other man considered this for a moment before saying "well since you're the first person in a blue moon who I've actually had to introduce myself to, my names Ben but everyone calls me Yahtzee"

"Yahtzee?"  Shaun asked raising an eyebrow. Yahtzee cringed at the question and replied "I'd rather not go over that. I already had to do it fifteen bloody times speed dating last night. Officially the most unpleasant Mana Bar event yet..." Shaun nodded making a mental note that Yahtzee was currently single before introducing himself as Shaun.

Hearing the name Yahtzee's eyes flicked to the glass case that displayed the six inch fingerings of Altair and Ezio next to a limited edition black copy of Assassins Creed 2.  He shook his head casting the stupid idea out of his mind.

"So Shaun at least tell me that you're a gamer and not just some random pillok who happen to wonder by" Yahtzee wondered leaning forward onto the chrome counter.

Shaun nodded "I do play a little, never got into the whole consol gaming aspect however I tend to stick to PC RPG's"

"Not world of warcraft I hope?" Yahtzee questioned. Leaning forward on the chrome countertop.  "Egh, god no! I do have a life you know."  Shaun insisted. "Right now I'm working on Dragon Age. Ever played it?" he inquired.

Yahtzee nodded adding "it's a freaking long game, but alright I suppose. Usually I don't like RPG's but I managed to stick that one out to the end."

After that the two red haired men got into an intriguing if somewhat nerdy conversation about what makes a good RPG. However soon their chat came to an abrupt end when a man in a lose fitting jacket came up behind the internet celebrity and dropped a small plastic Guitar shaped controller into his lap.

"Come on Yahtzee you've got fans to challenge" he joked.  The man named after a dice game frowned and looked disdainfully at Shaun "duty calls, you coming?" Shaun had never played Rock Band before but for some reason he was extremely reluctant to be parted from this strange character who called himself Yahtzee so he nodded in agreement and followed the other.

Five minutes later Shaun found himself sanding in the middle of a crowd, an undersized squeaky plastic guitar hanging loosely of his shoulder.  His fingers toyed with the multi colored buttons nervously as their owner tried to remember how in the bloody hell one played this game.

His situation only got worse when some fantastic cunt and his mate seeing how similar Yahtzee and Shaun were suggested that they have a British vs. Australians challenge.

Yahtzee had gone first and had effortlessly treated the first of the two to an embarrassing loss but now Shaun felt the annoyed gaze of the game reviewer boring into his back as he struggled to get the notes on his own play.  The game adamantly complaining about Shaun's lack of skills.

He was about halfway through the song and dangerously close to failure when gamer rage got the better of Yahtzee. Shaun soon found a warm body pressed against his back as the other man reached around him to take the controller from his hands.

The wails of failure coming from the game were soon replaced by the powerful sound of correct cords and the angry booing of the electronic audience changed to cheering which was at odds with the real crowd as it seemed that the occupants of the manna bar had suddenly gone silent.

This was all lost on the video game reviewer who was so focused on the game the he failed to notice both the stunned reaction from his peers and the gentle shivering of the man he was pressed so close against.  The warm breath of the man in the fedora sent shivers up the historian's spine.

It was only when the song had ended and Yahtzee stepped back from the other British man that he noticed the awkwardness in the room and more importantly the fangirls who were still taking snapshots and giggling. The charismatic stallion frowned disapprovingly at the crowd. "Watching noobs play Rock Band upsets me" he stated not making eye contact with anyone.

Despite this little incident Shaun still spent the greater part of the night hanging around the comedic writer/video game journalist/author. They drunk more cocktails and talked about terrible video games.  Getting slightly annoyed whenever someone pointed out how similar they looked/acted. By the end of the night they had become such good friends that Yahtzee invited the historian back to his place to see who was truly better at left 4 dead.

But that did nothing to explain how the assassin now found himself being pinned against the soft cushions of the critic's sofa the others lips pressed heatedly to his.  Somehow through the constant movement of his lips Yahtzee managed to growl "just so you know, I'm *kiss* not *lick* gay..."

"o- Of course not" Shaun panted still managing to cling to his beloved sarcasm as the other moved down to his neck.  He received an angry love bite on the nape of his neck as the only response. Yahtzee slid a hand under the two layers of Shaun's gray sweater and white shirt. Pressing the palm flat on his chest feeling the erratic pulse of the other's heart.

X-box controllers hit the floor jostled from the couch. The on screen characters begun screaming now without players to guide them they were left to be savaged by zombies. Neither of the men on the couch gave them as second look, they were too focused of the removal of clothing.

The dark gray jacket fell to the floor soon to be joined by the lighter gray sweater then topped by the white and black colored dress shirts. The clicking of belt buckles, the rustling of yet more clothes then after a moment the moaning begin.

The short red hairs of the other goatee gently tickled the skin as he kissed a line down the historian's hip causing the brit to arch back into the sofa.

One of Shaun's feet rested on the floor near the sofa the other leg being held just under the knee keeping it in place. Blunt nails dug into straining shoulders as Shaun was rocked back against the plush material.   His glasses, which he had forgotten to remove in the rush, slipped off turning the world into a swirling blur.

Shaun's breath caught in his throat as he neared the edge he readily gave into the need of his body his whole being shivering with jolts of pleasure. Then slowly his muscles begun relaxing and blood pressure dropped as he collapsed down onto the couch. A similar groan from the other sealed with a final kiss.

Yahtzee moved his hips back then rested his head on the others chest panting heavily, and rightly so as he had been doing most of the work.

Abandoned and ignored the x-box 360 still whirred as it spun its game disk. The TV displaying the bloody "game over" screen.  A hand reached down and scooped up a white controller pressing the middle button and shutting down the console the green circle of the power button growing dim and shutting off.

Description
(WARNING!! Yes you read the title right. the following story contains real person/video game character slash.  If you're at all iffy about this idea I suggest you back off. This is really, really, really, fucked up.)

Birds of a feather criticize together,

Shaun frowned distractedly as he walked down the street. Glancing at his watch, he saw it was nearly seven PM.   As if to reinforce the timepiece's point, the hot Australian sun was just beginning to set over Brisbane. He groaned exasperatedly, this "contact" Lucy had set him up with was officially a no-show and this hunt for a piece of Eden was turning into a wild goose chase.

But what really pissed him off was the fact that he was out a doing real work whilst Desmond got to sit on his arse faffing about on the rooftops of renaissance Italy.

Although he would never admit it, this was mostly because he wanted to be the one exploring the depths of history. After all he had spent his whole life studying the subject in books, examining ancient artifacts and speculating about how they were used. If anyone deserved to get an up close look at history it was him not some nobody bartender from Montréal.

He continued down the street brooding about this until he passed by a small venue built into a larger building bordering the street. It presented itself via a blue and chrome sign that read "Mana Bar" it was then that he decided he was due for a well deserved brake.

As he entered the bar he was instantly aware of the unique vibe the place had about it. The walls were lined with no less than five flat screen HD tellies each showing off a different video game.  In one corner a set of four young males were having a rather intense battle in modern warfare 2. The same could also be sied of the ones next to them who were brutally smashing thare controllers as they attempted to best each other in a game of super smash brother's brawl.  on the other side of the bar, where the music, brutal caterwauling  and banging plastic was coming from you could see even more people engaging in a few rounds of Guitar Hero and Rock Band.

As he took a closer look around Shaun saw that the blue and chrome motif that was on the sign was carried on in the bar.  A large blue controller was painted across one of the silver-white walls. Lights with blue covers hung from the ceiling and the room was accented by chrome counters that made out the bar part of the bar.

Glass cases lined the walls in the places where they were not covered by screens and game consoles, housing a magnificent treasure trove of gaming memorabilia everything from the vinyl record of the orchestral score from Bioshock to a perfect model of Link's shield.

Shaun who was secretly a gamer himself began to wonder what strange heaven he had wondered into.

He soon noticed that the attention of the room was divided into two distinct crowds. One that was hovering around two girls in full skimpy Soul Calibur cosplay and mostly consisted of post adolescent males with cameras. The other was around a man sitting on one of the bar stools who was looking awfully board and not just a little annoyed with the people around him.

He looked to be in his mid 20's, dressed in a dark gray jacket covering a black dress shirt and dark pants held around his hips by a simple belt.  the top button on his shirt was undone and  a pair of sunglasses hung on the second, supplementing the pair of clear ones that currently covered his half lidded eyes, but what really made the outfit was a stylish fedora  that covered his red-brown hair that had a small yellow button pinned just above the brim on the left side.

He was resting his head in his hand leaning against the bar. His frowning  lips sporting a short goatee not to dissimilar to one that Shaun had been considering growing himself, but never really gotten around to it. Casually he sat down a few seats away from the man he had been observing. His eyes much less casually straying back to him as he wondered why he was of so much interest to the people.

As he watched the bartender came up behind the counter and asked if he wanted anything. Then noticing who he was looking at, he pointed at the blue concoction that was sitting in front of the other man and informed Shaun that it was called a "mana potion" curiosity intrigued by the name Shaun ordered one himself.

As he waited for his drink the gathering around the guy in the fedora gradually caught on to the aura of "Go fuck yourself" emanating from the man they were adoring and floated away. Once the last of them had cleared Shaun bumped over and sat next to him.

"They look annoying" Shaun commented gesturing toward the leaving fans.

"Agh... tell me about it. Sometimes I forget just how famous I am" the other groaned taking a sip from a bright blue cocktail. Shaun noted that the other had an English ascent as opposed to the typical Australian one he had been expecting.

"So you are famous, I was wondering about that 'cause I can't say I've ever heard of you" Shaun observed. The other man looked surprised "you sure?  The name Yahtzee ring any bells? What about Zero Punctuation?"

"Nope" Shaun reaffirmed as the bartender placed his blue drink on the chrome table. "Well then how did you hear about the bar?" the other asked.

"I dunno mate, I just walked in here didn't know this place existed" Shaun explained shrugging. The other man considered this for a moment before saying "well since you're the first person in a blue moon who I've actually had to introduce myself to, my names Ben but everyone calls me Yahtzee"

"Yahtzee?"  Shaun asked raising an eyebrow. Yahtzee cringed at the question and replied "I'd rather not go over that. I already had to do it fifteen bloody times speed dating last night. Officially the most unpleasant Mana Bar event yet..." Shaun nodded making a mental note that Yahtzee was currently single before introducing himself as Shaun.

Hearing the name Yahtzee's eyes flicked to the glass case that displayed the six inch fingerings of Altair and Ezio next to a limited edition black copy of Assassins Creed 2.  He shook his head casting the stupid idea out of his mind.

"So Shaun at least tell me that you're a gamer and not just some random pillok who happen to wonder by" Yahtzee wondered leaning forward onto the chrome counter.

Shaun nodded "I do play a little, never got into the whole consol gaming aspect however I tend to stick to PC RPG's"

"Not world of warcraft I hope?" Yahtzee questioned. Leaning forward on the chrome countertop.  "Egh, god no! I do have a life you know."  Shaun insisted. "Right now I'm working on Dragon Age. Ever played it?" he inquired.

Yahtzee nodded adding "it's a freaking long game, but alright I suppose. Usually I don't like RPG's but I managed to stick that one out to the end."

After that the two red haired men got into an intriguing if somewhat nerdy conversation about what makes a good RPG. However soon their chat came to an abrupt end when a man in a lose fitting jacket came up behind the internet celebrity and dropped a small plastic Guitar shaped controller into his lap.

"Come on Yahtzee you've got fans to challenge" he joked.  The man named after a dice game frowned and looked disdainfully at Shaun "duty calls, you coming?" Shaun had never played Rock Band before but for some reason he was extremely reluctant to be parted from this strange character who called himself Yahtzee so he nodded in agreement and followed the other.

Five minutes later Shaun found himself sanding in the middle of a crowd, an undersized squeaky plastic guitar hanging loosely of his shoulder.  His fingers toyed with the multi colored buttons nervously as their owner tried to remember how in the bloody hell one played this game.

His situation only got worse when some fantastic cunt and his mate seeing how similar Yahtzee and Shaun were suggested that they have a British vs. Australians challenge.

Yahtzee had gone first and had effortlessly treated the first of the two to an embarrassing loss but now Shaun felt the annoyed gaze of the game reviewer boring into his back as he struggled to get the notes on his own play.  The game adamantly complaining about Shaun's lack of skills.

He was about halfway through the song and dangerously close to failure when gamer rage got the better of Yahtzee. Shaun soon found a warm body pressed against his back as the other man reached around him to take the controller from his hands.

The wails of failure coming from the game were soon replaced by the powerful sound of correct cords and the angry booing of the electronic audience changed to cheering which was at odds with the real crowd as it seemed that the occupants of the manna bar had suddenly gone silent.

This was all lost on the video game reviewer who was so focused on the game the he failed to notice both the stunned reaction from his peers and the gentle shivering of the man he was pressed so close against.  The warm breath of the man in the fedora sent shivers up the historian's spine.

It was only when the song had ended and Yahtzee stepped back from the other British man that he noticed the awkwardness in the room and more importantly the fangirls who were still taking snapshots and giggling. The charismatic stallion frowned disapprovingly at the crowd. "Watching noobs play Rock Band upsets me" he stated not making eye contact with anyone.

Despite this little incident Shaun still spent the greater part of the night hanging around the comedic writer/video game journalist/author. They drunk more cocktails and talked about terrible video games.  Getting slightly annoyed whenever someone pointed out how similar they looked/acted. By the end of the night they had become such good friends that Yahtzee invited the historian back to his place to see who was truly better at left 4 dead.

But that did nothing to explain how the assassin now found himself being pinned against the soft cushions of the critic's sofa the others lips pressed heatedly to his.  Somehow through the constant movement of his lips Yahtzee managed to growl "just so you know, I'm *kiss* not *lick* gay..."

"o- Of course not" Shaun panted still managing to cling to his beloved sarcasm as the other moved down to his neck.  He received an angry love bite on the nape of his neck as the only response. Yahtzee slid a hand under the two layers of Shaun's gray sweater and white shirt. Pressing the palm flat on his chest feeling the erratic pulse of the other's heart.

X-box controllers hit the floor jostled from the couch. The on screen characters begun screaming now without players to guide them they were left to be savaged by zombies. Neither of the men on the couch gave them as second look, they were too focused of the removal of clothing.

The dark gray jacket fell to the floor soon to be joined by the lighter gray sweater then topped by the white and black colored dress shirts. The clicking of belt buckles, the rustling of yet more clothes then after a moment the moaning begin.

The short red hairs of the other goatee gently tickled the skin as he kissed a line down the historian's hip causing the brit to arch back into the sofa.

One of Shaun's feet rested on the floor near the sofa the other leg being held just under the knee keeping it in place. Blunt nails dug into straining shoulders as Shaun was rocked back against the plush material.   His glasses, which he had forgotten to remove in the rush, slipped off turning the world into a swirling blur.

Shaun's breath caught in his throat as he neared the edge he readily gave into the need of his body his whole being shivering with jolts of pleasure. Then slowly his muscles begun relaxing and blood pressure dropped as he collapsed down onto the couch. A similar groan from the other sealed with a final kiss.

Yahtzee moved his hips back then rested his head on the others chest panting heavily, and rightly so as he had been doing most of the work.

Abandoned and ignored the x-box 360 still whirred as it spun its game disk. The TV displaying the bloody "game over" screen.  A hand reached down and scooped up a white controller pressing the middle button and shutting down the console the green circle of the power button growing dim and shutting off.