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A/N: Lyrics in Bold are "Shiver" By Natalie Imbruglia
"When you tell me stupid things like you do,
I have to change the rules,
Because I shiver I get pent up,
When I'm near you it all gets out of hand"
Nate Diaz's Nose Twitched. There was a "No Smoking" rule in here. But he could smell smoke. It was the rule in the VIP Room, that even a Sight of a Cigarette was banned. But someone was breaking the rules. Most days he wouldn't have given a crap. But Today it pissed him off. He stared at his Brother, who was standing at the Front of the Round Dark Blue Table.
"And I'm like Dude, your hand is touching my Butt. that's not a Kimura...So yeah. My Little Brother has worked his skinny ass off. And you know, it's a shame that it took this fucking long. It took an asshole like McGregor to get My Little Brother the Pay-day of all time. If Dana wants that Rematch, let's go a Million Double Figures, or some triple figure Shit" Nick said. The Crowd laughed.
"So everyone raise your Glasses to the UFC's Biggest superstar. My Little Brother!" Nick said.
Everyone cheered and raised their Glasses.
Nate smiled and nodded. But part him still felt empty. He told himself that even if he had invited Rory, he wouldn't have shown up anyway.
The Diaz Brothers had had a Great Party Night. No-one could throw a Burn-Barner like Nick, in or out of the Octagon. Nate had been talking and Drinking with Fighters, GSP had even came along. It was Flattering but it only made Nate think of "You know who" But he had drinks with the Former Champion and nodded as GSP talked about his come-back.
" I want to be back in the Octagon Nate. But first...Dana needs to be taught a Lesson" GSP said. Nate nodded.
"Yeah Milk him. Make that fucker beg" Nate said.
Now However Nate Diaz's Body was Begging for Sleep. He was relived when he got to his Bed-room door. He opened it and was about to take of his Black Jacket, when he smelled his Favourite sauce...on his bed. It wasn't first time this had happened. But Nate had Left Drops of sauce on the bed before. Drops that Nick had complained about.
But this time it was splattered all over the Bed. Nate ripped his Quilt off and cursed as he saw Veggie Chicken soaked into his Sheets. Pissed off, he called Rory.
"Hey...you missed me...Great Nate, cause you're the kind of Guy that never admits..." Rory started to say.
"Do you think you're fucking Funny?" Nate asked.
"What?" Rory asked.
"Get over here. In my room. Now" Nate said ending the call.
In what felt like moments, Rory was tapping on Nate Diaz's Bedroom door. Nate let him in. Before Nate could even say a word, Rory was grinning and nodding. Unlike the Night they really met, Rory was Freshly showered with a White Venum Tank T-shirt on. Nate knew that the only reason he was wearing it, was because Nate told him one time, that he'd looked good in it.
"So...All is Forgiven?" Rory said lightly pulling Nate's T-shirt, trying to pull the Fighter towards him.
Nate backed up against the wall as Rory tried to kiss him. Nate pushed Rory away on the Chest until he got the hint.
"Wait...You don't wanna...?" Rory asked, with a Shocked expression.
"Look at my Bed" Nate said.
"We can sit on it first, if you want. Or we can do that floor thing that you wanted to do in like...March" Rory said.
"I didn't call you, to fuck your Goofy ass. Can you smell it?" Nate asked.
He watched Rory pause, before walking to the Bed. He leaned over it. Then the sour Smell hit him. He cringed before lifting up the sheet.
"Looks like Blood" Rory said.
"Before your creepy ass starts jerking off over it, why pull this shit?" Nate asked.
"Huh?" Rory asked.
Nate saw the confusion on Rory's face. But he just figured that MacDonald was acting for his life. When Rory Dealt with Dana White, he would have to act his Ass off anyway. Nate put his hands in his pockets and Shrugged. If he looked too pissed he knew that Rory would just go in to Denial. He stared at the Poster of his Brother on the wall.
"Rory, just admit this shit" Nate said.,
He watched the Welterweight's eyes widen.
"Nate I wouldn't do this"
"Yeah Fucking right" Nate said.
"Why would I?...I would never even..."
"Just shut up" Nate said rushing to the side of the bed. He slid his hand under the bed searching for the Paper's.
"Shit" Nate Murmured. "Where the fuck did you put them?" Nate asked.
He leaned back onto his heels as Rory joined in searching on the floor.
"What? What's missing now?" Rory asked warily.
"The McGregor Two Contract. It was here...Don't fuck around Rory where is it?" Nate asked.
He shifted his Arm up and down the Bedroom floor. He pulled his arm out. All he got was a Pink Post it note with a Number on it, and dust. He tapped Rory's arm hurriedly.
"Where the fuck is it?" He asked.
Rory Squinted at his arm, enjoying Nate's touch, however brief it was.
"Hello? Dumb-ass? Just give me the papers" Nate asked.
"Nate, when the first fight happened, you said, and I Quote "Do you want Cookies? I'll get you a Bag of Cookies or a Car or some shit" Rory said.
"So?" Nate asked with his mouth open.
"So why would I steal your Pay-day. Why would I bother, when you're gonna spend some of the money on me. It makes no sense" Rory said.
"Make's a Shit load of sense, when we're not together now" Nate said. He watched Rory Frown.
"We are still..." Rory said Quickly almost pleading. Nate pulled himself onto the bed and watched Rory stay as still as a Statue on the floor. Rory stared Blankly at the Bean-Bag on the floor. It had Metal Muslisha, and Dethone Trousers on it. Rory prefered Nate in Darker Stuff.
Nate I didn't pour crap on your bed, and I didn't steal your Contract" Rory said, stroking Nate's leg.
"I wouldn't do that, I don't wanna piss you off, I wanna cheer you up" Rory said.
He reached to touch Nate's Head-rush trousers that he had on, but Nate moved away and Stood up.
"Cheer me up? How you gonna do that Rory? You can't even get it up. What? You on Viagra now? You going to call Anderson Silva to get a Needle up your ass? Did GSP Leave the UFC to get to work on your knocked out Dick?" Nate teased.
"Nate that's not fair" Rory said getting up.
"I'm stressed okay, When you came back from Mexico, you weren't in the best shape either"
"I didn't know I was gonna be fighting McGregor" Nate pointed out.
"I'm not talking about that. McGregor was right, you get Skinny-Fat. You're Slim, then in some other places you get a Little... Pudgy. I've never judged you for that"
"Skinny-Fat?" Nate asked.
"Yeah" Rory said.
"Fuck that word. Fuck McGregor, and get out of my Room now!" Nate yelled.
Rory tapped Nate's Elbow but Nate shook him off.
"Nate can you dish it out, but you can't take it. It makes me laugh. It's one of the reasons we're so Good together"
"We ain't together, Dick-face. Get out" Nate snarled.
Nate Stared Rory down as Rory Gently held Nate's forearms.
"Get off" Nate snapped.
"Shh. Nate Listen to me" Rory said holding Nate's arms Firmer.
"Nate, I didn't do this. I'm a Clean Freak. I like things Shiny and neat and clean and in order. You're not like that. But I like you, and I want you in my Corner in the Thompson Fight. When we're apart, I think about you a lot...well now all the Time.
"I'm trying to stay on your Good side. Nate,...Do you really think that I'm gonna break into your place, trash your room and Steal the Second McGregor contract? You really think I'm that Dumb? How is that supposed to get you back?" Rory asked.
"That's what you want me to believe. I'm on to your fucking Mind Games" Nate said.
"Nate look at me" Rory asked.
Nate looked at his Chest. Rory couldn't get into a Staring Contest, so he had to settle for Nate's Teenage Tantrum.
"I'll find out who did this to your room. And I'll handle them. I'll Beat Thompson in the Third Round. And I'll get the Pay-Day that I deserve. While I'm doing all of that stuff. I'll be constantly trying to get you back. And I will Nate. I will get you back" Rory said.
He smiled as Nate met his eyes for a second. But he couldn't see any emotion in them. He leaned into Nate until they were almost nose to nose. Before Rory could Tilt his head in, to kiss him, the door sprung open. And Rory jerked his body away from Nate.
"What? What the fuck do you want MacDonald?" Nick asked. "What are you gonna get Nate Back For?"