Trojan Idol

Disclaimer: The Canadian Idol series and its competitors are the property of 19e and CTV. This is a work of fanfiction. No money is being made from this story and no infringement is intended.

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--- by paperbacksniper ---
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"Dude, you can't wear that shirt." growled Zack from his position in the doorway. "Pink is just so, so ... gay, dude."

Ben turned around and grinned at Zack's disgruntled face. "You don't like my shirt, Zack?"

Zack, going silent, glared; his brown eyes flickering slightly with mirth that he refused to release. Yet. He had to save all his energy for the show. He rolled his eyes as Ben did a piroulette, and turned around, heading for his chair at the Judges' table. Ben smirked and chose a different shirt from his wardrobe. Anything to annoy Zack, and he'd do it. The more he irked him during the day, the more likely Zack was to be spitfire in his bed later on at night.

* * *

Ben had just finished introducing Jake, Farley, and Sass, and was starting on Zack. Anything to get him angry. Anything to annoy him. Ignoring the prompts, Ben decided to do something a bit off the cuff, hoping Zack would take the bait - hook, line and sinker.

Zack noticed that Ben had changed his shirt. He smirked as Ben started speaking - he knew that he had control over the smarmy git, and he wasn't one to back down from power. Zack raised his eyebrow at Ben. Had he just said that Zack was the judge everyone wanted to impeach? He snorted. That wouldn't be far from the truth. Go away now, Ben, Zack thought. It was a mantra that he recited everytime Ben started talking on the show. And go away, he normally would.

But the spoilt prick wasn't backing off. Zack sat up a bit. Straight-laced Mulroney was going off the beaten path and ignoring the prompts? Two could play at this game.

"Zack, you haven't gone soft on us, have you?"

Zack smirked. Of course not, Benny-Boy. He quirked an eyebrow at the camera and then looked back at Ben. He flexed his arm muscles and then replied mischeviously.

"Dude. I'm hard. All day. Everyday."

Ben made a choking noise and forced out an "Okay Zack, I'm not sure that was something we all wanted to know."

Oh, tonight was going to have the bed squeaking, all right.

* * *

Kaleb finished singing, and the judges were going ecstatic. Aside from the random snide comments from Mulroney (Dude, he must really want his ass fucked bad tonight.), the night was pretty boring, but Kaleb wasn't all too bad. The poor bastard, thought Zack, as he tried to edge away from a Sass, who was practically orgasming all over the desk beside him. He chanced at look at her. Yeah. He's gonna get cornered after the show, tonight. It was his turn to comment. His singing wasn't all that great, but he'd need all the luck he could get.

Zack saluted him.

* * *

Just like Zack had predicted, Sass corned Kaleb after the show. Slamming his changing room door closed, she rushed over to the shocked man and sat on his lap.

"Oh, Kaleb. You were so great! And you're kind of cute! And oh, I just love your singing!"

Kaleb smiled to himself.

It was just like last year, with Gary Beals.

The shy boy sat there as Sass kissed his cheeks and declared her love for his singing, over and over again. He smirked as she reached for the clasp on his jeans. He wasn't prepared for her to do this, yet. Kaleb stood up and pushed her away.

"Sass, you have a husband."

"So? Only on paper! Kaleb! Please take me! Oh, and take me now. I'm just about ready to explode. I really am!" She ran over to him and ran her fingers down his face. When he smiled at her in his weird little way, she dug in a bit with her fingernails.

A bit too hard.

The makeup and paint and latex ripped and Kaleb was left with huge gouge marks down his face. Sass gasped and poked where she had destroyed it with her nails. Squealing, she backed up a bit and stared into his dark eyes. All too familiar orbs of joy and love and jealousy.

"Who are you?!" she whispered, and peeled his face off.

It really wasn't a question that needed to be answered.

She leaped on the man and wrapped her arms around him, her weight knocking him to the floor.

"Oh, Gary! I knew you'd find a way! I just knew it!"

* * *

Zack was too tired to try and argue with Ben about his shirt. Ben was too tired to try and irk Zack. Needless to say, neither of them had gotten much sleep the night before. And yet, here they were. The show must go on.

In his tired stupor, Zack noticed that Sass was a bit more excitable than usual. That was about all that he noticed. He perked up slightly when Jon Dore claimed to be leaving the show, but quickly became distracted when Dore said he was just joknig. This entire franchise was a joke.

At least a somewhat decent singer got through to the top 10. Zack had no complaints about Kalan Porter. The boy was cute and could sing.

He woke up when Ben wrapped his arm around the boy.

"Come back here and suck this up, you'll be getting a lot more of this in the top 10."

Ben grinned into the camera and then looked back at Kalan, who was biting his lip. He didn't notice the deadly glare that Zack was throwing both of them. He didn't notice that the boy had shifted nervously beneath him. It was just him and his pink shirt and the camera, and that was just fine with him.

~fin~