Pete and James, a groom and groomsman

Eros floated towards a small flat. He sensed the presence of two males. Perfect: fits the gay rule, only one person to fall in love with, unlikely to be disturbed. As he entered the small flat, he came witness to two men, late 20's, dressed in well fitting suits that did justice to their figures. One was stood in the mirror, adjusting the boutonnière on his suit, the sat with a bottle of beer.

"Bro, chill out!" The one on the couch said, "The wedding's not till this afternoon. Just sit down and have a beer."

"James, I can't just chill out!" The one standing said, "This is the most important day of our lives! I want to look perfect for Annie."

He gazed adoringly at a photo on a bookshelf of himself and a young, blonde woman. Eros stared too, obviously staring at the groom's wife-to-be. Channeling the sexual energy of the image, Eros could tell that this woman had sex last night. What a cheating slut! It made him feel not so guilty for what he was about to do to these two men.

"You have plenty of time to pretty yourself up." James insisted, "Just come relax with me. This'll be the last time it's just us two before there's a Mrs Pete Sawyer clinging onto you."

"Don't be stupid," Pete laughed, "I'll always have time to hang with my best bro. It's been like that for over twenty years and no woman can change that. Anyways, this fucking collar won't fold right."

"Fine, let me help." James sighed, standing, "You look like a fucking mess."

"Cheers mate." Pete laughed.

As James began working on fixing Pete's attire, Eros realised this was his chance. Drawing an arrow and aiming at the two men, he debated who to shoot.