**Yaoi warning / boy x boy / male shipping alert, if you don't want to read this, go on to/wait for the next part**

HAD SUCH A FUN TIME WRITING THIS ENJOY - Cammie :3

The Trapper grinned deviously as another survivor got caught in his concealed bear trap.

He headed towards the shack, where he'd caught the person but stopped in confusion when he saw someone else hoisting the survivor onto their shoulder.

"Wraith? What are you doing in MY match?" Evan demanded to know angrily and the Wraith shrugged.

"I could ask you the same." Philip replied sassily, dragging the survivor into the basement.

"Stupid bugs. You stole my kill." Evan growled disappointedly, placing a trap underneath the hooked survivor.

"Sorry bro, blame the devs." Philip smirked as they walked up the stairs together.

"At least we'll have a better chance at catching them now." Evan grumbled under his breath and Philip cloaked himself; his bells tinkling.

"We can work together, Ev." Philip's body gave a jolt of excitement; he'd always looked up to the murderous Trapper.

"Yeah sure." Evan nodded before stalking off to find people.

Philip went in the opposite direction, ghosting around mysteriously.

He spotted two survivors working on a generators and moved closer to listen in.

"So Ace got caught in a trap, he's in the basement now." The ginger haired girl told her friend.

"So it's the Trapper. I've faced him dozens of times today, he's so basic." The girl in the beanie rolled her eyes and Philip's grip on his sceptre tightened.

"Pretty easy once Jake sabotages all of the traps and hooks. Sad really, I faced against a good Michael before." The first girl agreed - much to Philip's anger.

"Alright let's 99 this-" Philip uncloaked in a fit of rage and swung at the second girl.

"The Wraith?! You said it was the Trapper!" She yelled, clutching her side as they ran off together.

"It was, it was! How are there two killers in a match?" The other responded in shock.

He pursued them furiously, wanting to make sure they never talked about Evan like that again.

He's NOT basic.

Evan's really clever with his traps, placing them in areas they don't expect.

And he's so strong and silent and-

He shook his head and went to hit the same girl again when the first one took the swing; blood trickling out of her shoulder.

"Thanks Meg!" The dark haired girl replied, scurrying off.

"Shit. Better save me Nea!" This "Meg" shouted after her, breaking off into a sprint.

She expected him to go after her because she was closest, but he wanted the dark haired one.

Because she made fun of his Evan...

He went back to chasing the beanie girl and whacked her sharply in the side - causing her to fall down.

"That's for calling Evan basic." He thought darkly.

"What the fuck? Why'd you chase me freak?!" She groaned irritatedly, clutching at the ground.

He had an Ivory Memento Mori - which he usually saves until later on in the match, but this pest needed to die.

Snatching her ankle; he yanked her back, raised his sceptre and slashed her violently in the back.

Her screams died out as he triumphantly wiped the blood off his weapon.

"You usually save your Memento Moris, yet you wasted it so early in the match?" A quiet voice remarked sternly and Philip turned around.

"It doesn't matter." Philip brushed the question away coldly; startling the Trapper.

"He's not usually this moody." Evan thought, his curiosity flaring up.

"Hey, Wraith-"

"Just leave it Trapper." Philip cut him off - making Evan even more confused.

Usually Philip always calls him Evan or Ev, what's with this harsh and abrupt tone?

"Did something happen to make you upset Philip?" Evan asked concerned, using Philip's real name instead of the Wraith.

"It's nothing." Philip began walking away; going to re-cloak.

"What happened? Tell me." Evan demanded frankly and Philip looked down with a sigh.

"They...they called you basic. And easy. It made me mad, so I just wanted to teach them a lesson." Philip muttered hatefully, clenching his weapon.

"All because they insulted me?" Evan frowned, confusion clouding his features.

" 'All because' ?! You're the best killer out of all of us! You're really smart with your traps, you know how to cut the survivors off efficiently - it pissed me off how they talked about you." Philip bursted out uncontrollably, smacking a random tree with his sceptre.

"You think that highly of me?" Evan almost dropped his cleaver in surprise, a faint blush spreading under his mask.

"It's stupid. You probably don't want to hear this from a dork like me." Philip mumbled bitterly.

"You're an idiot Philip, but you always have been." Evan chuckled, making Philip look up.

"Thanks." He retorted sarcastically and raised his eyebrows (yes I know the Wraith doesn't have eyebrows these are imaginary eyebrows GO WITH IT) as Evan pushed him against a burly tree, slamming his weapon into the tree bark - a few inches away from Philip's face.

"You're my dork." Evan teased, caressing the Wraith's face with his rough hand.

"Ev, do you...feel the same way...I do?" Philip's eyes widened.

"Why do you think I haven't killed you for being in my match yet?" Evan smirked and both boys snickered.

"I thought you would've gone for the Hag." Philip mocked and Evan punched his shoulder good-naturedly.

"I have standards, idiot." He flicked Philip's forehead.

"Do I meet your standards?" Philip questioned; his eyes glittering with hope as he stared into Evan's.

"What do you think Philly?" Evan purred and pressed his lips against Philip's, completely forgetting they were even in a match.

They fought each other for dominance - both of them being prideful males, and unexpectedly Philip won.

"Didn't expect you to beat me." Evan grinned, wrapping his arms around Philip's skinny waist.

"I've been wanting to do this ever since I saw you, Ev." Philip answered, smiling smugly as he watched Evan tense up - meaning he wanted more.

"Well in that case~" Evan said, slightly sadistic,"~let's take it further."