"I'll have that pretty face of your'n snug in me cot I will, Will, or me names not Jack Sparrow!" the dreadlocked, ring bedecked, pirate hat wearing ghostbuster yelled lustily and drove forwards, brandishing his sword.

"Avast! Never!" replied his cohort, neatly blocking the others lunge and swinging in with a counter attack.

The antagonist struggled mightily, but was forced to retreat round the other side of the bed, where he stopped, rested his hands on his knees and panted for awhile.

"Egon!" Peter Venkman looked up and scowled. "You're supposed to let me catch you. That's the point of the whole role-playing fetish thing. We dress up in stupid costumes, run around getting turned on by the sight of each other wearing thigh high black leather boots, grope each other as we tussal manfully for the upper hand before you give in and we make the beast with the two backs, four madly kicking legs 'n' two silly grins! Stop fighting me off!"

"But this is even more enjoyable." Egon Spengler told him evenly. "I think I know why Ray and Winston go off on their fandome weekends now. I rather enjoy playing a free privateer."

"But I just wanna have sex!" Peter whined, holding his hands up in supplication, sword still hanging from one of them.

"Then you, sir, shall have to catch me. Savvy?" the free privateer inquired, one eyebrow arching sartorially, the blade in his hand coming up as he took a defensive stance.

"Savvy this." Peter muttered, deciding to play it Egon's way. He brought himself into a similar stance, leveled his blade at Egon's heart and charged in.

The two ghostbusters were pretending to be characters from the latest Hit Movie to land in the cinemas : 'Pirates Of The Caribbean - Secret of the Black Pearl'. Peter was playing Jack Sparrow (who was played on screen by Johnny Leopard) and Egon was Will Turner, the innocent blacksmith (played on screen by Orlando Blossom).

Their costumes had been hired from a costume shop and were thoroughly authentic. Peters wig of dreadlocks came complete with beads and silver dangly ornaments, all of which had the uncanny habit of swinging round and smacking him in the teeth.

To complete captain Jack's look Peter wore a red bandanna, a sash containing a single mock pistol and enough kohl round his eyes to blind a main-street hooker with.

Egon thought he looked hot. Peter kind of liked the effect too, and was wondering if he could endorse a line of men's make-up to give himself a legitimate reason for wearing eyeliner in public. With any luck it would become a fashion and he could just follow the trendoids.

Egon's transformation into Will Turner had been less successfully. His hat with feather plume was good enough, (even though it made him look like one of the three musketeers) but he was to tall for the role. He was making up for it however by really getting into the sword fighting part of it.

"Take what you can, give nothing back," he quoted to himself as he gave Peter a flick on the ass with the flat of his blade. The swords were only plastic, but they were quite sturdy and made a satisfying 'thwack' noise when they hit.

"Ow!" Peter yelped in surprise. "Why you underhanded..."

"Pirate." Egon pointed out with equanimity.

"...line stealer! That's one of my quotes! You're the blacksmith remember? Mate! Avast!" Peter glared icily at his smirking lover.

"Avast!" came an answering challenge. But not from the tall blond standing on the other side of the bunkroom. It came from the closed door, which now burst open - delivering a sword wielding Commodore Norrington and Governor Swann.

They were, of course, Winston and Ray respectively - dressed for their fantasy weekend, (which had ended abruptly due to flash flooding,) and answering to the playful sounds of fighting from behind the bunkroom door. The twosome burst fully into the room and stopped, mouths falling open in surprise.

"This is not what it looks like!" Peter squeaked, grabbing up a pillow from his bed and clutching it before him as cover.

"You're both naked." Ray pointed out, stunned.

"Actually, we do have the basic set of pirating embellishments," Egon corrected him, leaning easily upon his sword. "Big hats, big boots, sashes, swords..."

"But no britches, no shirts." Winston chimed in, rather enjoying the show. /Man, Egon has a tan all over, doesn't he..../

Egon, at ease with his body, which exhibited like the slightly elongated, chiselled perfection of a Greek god's statue anyway, just shrugged. "Peter's turn to do the laundry," he improvised.

"No underwear." Ray whispered. "None at all...."

"Authentic representation - undergarments were only for the affluent to wear, the impoverished had to make do." Egon again answered easily.

"And the reason the pirates stock their bedside tables with lube, condoms and ... what the hell is that thing? A clip on...."

"Nipple clamp." Peter supplied, then cursed his hair trigger tongue. Egon would have come up with 'authentic period mosquito trap' or something like that. Normally 'he' would have come up with that too, but they'd been sprung in the all-together for heavens sake - and damnit if Zed didn't look like he was enjoying himself. Hey....

"Hey!" Peter snapped, standing up strait and allowing the pillow to fall to the ground. "Stop ogling my boyfriend, you pervert! Egon, put something on - I don't want these guys eying my prized booty."

"Prized booty?" Egon mouthed silently as Ray covered his eyes with one hand and thumped Winston in the arm with the other.

"We wont look. We'll, uh, go wait in the kitchen. Guys, meet us there, I think the whole 'boyfriend' issue is gonna need some talking over." Ray shuffled towards the doorway, stopping to drag Winston after him.

"Possessive much?" Egon asked as Peter swooped on a discarded dressing gown and threw it over his partner's shoulders. "Besides, I think it best that we get fully dressed, Ray wants to 'talk' and that may take some time to accomplish. Plus - these boots are chafing my inner thigh." He moved awkwardly and Peter caught sight of reddened flesh.

/It's those endorphin's at work, making us ignore pain to get to the good stuff, aka - nookie./ Peter thought, leading his man to sit on the bed while he undid the thigh high boots zipper and pulled the offending footwear off. Now that he was thinking about it, his own inner thigh was a little chaffed too - not to mention the pain from where the pistol was jabbing him in the ribs.

A while later the two men wandered into the kitchen, where Ray and Winston were eating some of the juicy green apples Peter had brought that morning.

"And the apples?" Peter asked sarcastically, grabbing the remaining two apples from the bowl and passing one to Egon.

"Now you're stealing Barbossa's lines," the blonde whispered. Peter pinched Spengler's wrist as he handed over the apple, making the other man yelp. Egon gave him an aggrieved look.

"Pirate." Peter smirked wickedly. Egon just rolled his eyes.

"So, you two like to play dress up with each other when we're not here. What else do you get up to?" Winston pulled no punches as he crossed his arms and waited to hear what line the duo were going to pull on them now.

But he and Ray didn't get spun a line. Instead they got a love story, mostly in stereo, about how two friends suddenly discovered they had more than friendship going on. A whole lot more. But, as Peter said, even they weren't sure where they were going with this 'more than friendship' thing, so keeping quiet about it had seemed a logical step.

"Ah, its not just a kinky buddy thing then." Winston determined, wanting to make sure that he knew where everyone stood.

Peter took a half step to stand directly between Zed and Egon, a gleam of suspicion in his green eyes. "No, its a happily ever after thing, if we can get the dynamics right. If certain other people can stop leering suggestively at a particular other person. Face it Zed - you're obsessed with treasure."

"Treasure?" asked Ray.

"Not all treasure is silver and gold." Zed murmured for him.

"Oh, the movie again." Ray nodded with understanding.

"Yeah, well so happens 'this' gold is taken! Go find your own." Peter growled. He took an aggressive step towards the black ghostbuster, fists clenching.

"Peter, really." Egon muttered.

"Well he started it!" Peter sulked dramatically. He was remembering a little habit Zed had, that of hovering outside the door to the bathroom just as the non body shy Spengler was exiting - plus or minus a towel, depending on the scientists frame of mind at the time. Of course he dismissed his own hovering at those times - he was just looking out for Egon's ...interests. Yeah, interests!

"Come on." Ray said, getting up and heading for the door. He snagged Egon's sleave as he passed and towed him towards the games room. "They're gonna have words. And you know Peter and Zed like to fight, they enjoy it - nearly as much as you and Peter do."

"It only hurts when we grab each others throats." Peter muttered darkly.

"Or knee each other in the nuts." Winston added, getting a bit riled at Peter's attitude.

"You like pain?" Egon inquired, allowing himself to be pulled along. "Try wearing a corset."

Three sets of eyes swivelled to rest on his face, shocked surprise registering in each pair. And extreme interest registered in at least two of them as well.

Egon sighed. It was just a quote from the movie, but he could see that it was going to cause trouble. Deciding to avoid the problem for now he took a large bite from his apple and gave Ray a gentle push to get him started out the room again. Behind him lips were licked and thoughts of forbidden fruit were, ah, thunk.

Peter whirled to stare Winston full in the eyes. "Touch him and I'll let everyone know what 'really' happened to Rays big pink bunny costume," he snarled.

Winston gave him a wounded look. He might lust after tall, well-built scientists with a perchance for long and complicated language, but if Pete was what Egon wanted he'd be a gentleman and stand aside. "Peter, blackmail?" he asked.

Leaning in Peter gave him an even closer look at his determined, kohl rimmed eyes. "Pirate," he said.