YET ANOTHER AU OMG

[eidetiker]

SitD/Tinygame!Will and Volition!Chainsaw, "Nothing Left" era.

Continued from a great deal of Google Talk logging. Summary: Almost immediately after Will's contract with Sylar, Sylar was dumb enough to get in a control challenge with Chainsaw, which leads, predictably, to Chainsaw taking Sylar home and doing a lot of really awful shit to him. (Holy

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[nowait_letme]

He laughs softly in Will's ear over the rummaging clatter.

"I wonder what it says about you--" metallic rustle "--that you-you and my you keep your kitchens organized exactly--" clatter clack bang "--the damn same." Rattle, rattle. Noise of drawer shutting.

Bright grin.

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Will flinches slightly as the drawer closes, closing his eyes again, balanced neatly between fear and resignation and longing.

"It means I organize things the same way I had them in my apartment," he murmurs. "I don't think that's much of a revelation."

[nowait_letme]

"Yeah. In your apartment. When you were live."

He turns and slides in front of Will, a hand to the countertop on either side of him, raising his eyebrows from inches away.

"And that's not a revelation?"

One of those hands is holding something.

Very intentionally, the angle prevents Will looking to see what.

Doesn't take much to guess, though.

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He tilts his head back and to one side a little, inhaling.

Very deliberately, he reaches to one side to put down his whiskey.

"You ever tried to relearn something with a memory like mine?"

[nowait_letme]

Snicker.

"Nope."

He has Will pressed against the counter.

A small shift in position, and it becomes tangibly obvious that Chainsaw at least is having fun.

"It's so fuckin' strange that you're scared of me," he murmurs. "Or... not exactly. My you's scared of me, too, half the time. But something's missing..."

He stares pensively into Will's eyes, trying to figure out what.

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A tiny intake of breath.

Will's hands settle lightly on Chainsaw's hips.

"Maybe I don't trust you."

[nowait_letme]

Soft snort.

Casually: "You shouldn't. For all you know, I'm not very trustworthy, am I?"

Chainsaw grins.

"So do it the way my Will used to. Don't trust me; trust yourself."

His right hand leaves the counter, holding a knife, and drifts up across Will's back. The point of the knife drags behind, not even hard enough to cut through his shirt.

"I'm gonna hurt you, Will. It's what I do. I love it and I'm good at it. I'm gonna fuck you up."

With a fond smile, he wraps his arm around Will's back and rests the blade of the knife lightly against his neck. The two of them are incredibly close, legs to legs chest to chest, groin to groin; Chainsaw leans forward to put his lips by Will's ear, and finishes his speech in a murmur.

"But I'm never, ever gonna give you more than you can take, and I think you know that, and I think you know why."

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"Oh, Christ."

Will shudders, dropping his head forward onto Chainsaw's shoulder to escape the tickle of the knife.

"You're gonna be disappointed," he whispers in return. "I'm not really starting at a hundred percent."

One hand flutters on Chainsaw's hip, and then slides slowly and lightly around his lower back, coming to rest on his tailbone.

"And I'm not him. Yours."

[nowait_letme]

"I know."

He kisses Will's cheek, and the fond smile on his lips is briefly tangible.

"Somebody once told me if I never expected him to be anyone other than exactly who he was, I'd never be disappointed."

Another kiss. The knife turns, moves, presses again at the join of neck and shoulder. Draws blood, but not much.

"I figure the principle applies."

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Will hisses, hands tightening.

"Who told you that?"

[nowait_letme]

Snort.

"Guess."

His free hand finds Will's waist; he pulls his head back slightly, turns his face to Will's again, and kisses him with teasing gentleness.

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Twisting his neck to kiss back pulls at the fresh cut. It's easy to ignore.

"Never expect him to be anyone other than exactly who he is," he repeats when they break. "Sounds like Eights to me."

His fingers spread across Chainsaw's lower back, then brush a little farther down and settle more firmly, just short of squeezing.

"Maybe Dice."

[nowait_letme]

"Maybe you, you dumb cunt."

It's an affectionate insult.

He kisses him again, and inflicts another, deeper slice just above the first.

[eidetiker]

He hisses against his mouth.

A little breathless: "Why the hell would I tell you that?"

[nowait_letme]

Snicker.

"Ask you."

Kiss.

"I don't remember."

Slice.

"Good advice, though."

[eidetiker]

"Shit--"

The hand on his ass squeezes.