Scott/Davis fanfic: The Bet
Title: The Bet
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Character/pairings: pre-Scott/Davis
Summary: Scott really should stop making promises if he doesn't want to go through with them.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to a friend. I simply borrowed them and made a pairing.
The Bet
Scott paused his video game, tilting his head to listen. He could have sworn he heard something, but he was the only one home, his parents having taken his two younger siblings to an amusement park. After a moment of nothing but silence he shrugged and went back to his game, smirking evilly as he continued to annihilate every living creature in sight along with a few digital buildings.
The scent registered just as he was about to blow up the enemy headquarters and win the level. There wasn’t even time for him to drop the remote as he was tackled from the side, hitting the couch cushions with a grunt as a weight landed on top of him.
He snarled, baring his teeth, his claws out and flames licking up from his hands. The only thing keeping him from ripping his attacker to shreds was the fact that he recognized the person’s scent. And maybe it had something to do with the way Davis was grinning so brightly it almost hurt to look at.
The grin turned devious and Scott took back that last thought as he pressed his no longer burning hand against Davis’ face to push the annoyingly chipper demon away. Davis tightened his arms around Scott and licked his hand. Scott snatched his hand away in disgust and wiped it on Davis’ shoulder, “What do you want?”
Davis seemed oblivious to the dangerous snarl in Scott’s voice, the grin still in place, now with extra chuckling. “I totally got you! I win!”
Scott raised an eyebrow, wondering what the hell Davis was talking about. Win? They weren’t even having a-oh crap. The bet. He couldn’t believe he’d actually forgotten about it, and he’d sworn that Davis had given up after the first few failed attempts. That had been weeks ago, had Davis been planning this all along?
Davis was still laying across him and grinning that crazy grin, “Oh-ho. I see that you’re finally catching on! You remember the rules, right?”
The question was rhetorical, Davis was well aware that Scott remembered the rules of the bet perfectly fine, he was just rubbing it in. About two months ago, Davis had been trying to sneak some food from the counter while their friend Lauren had been cooking at the stove, Scott watching in wry amusement as he waited for Davis to get caught.
Davis had been extra careful to sneak silently into the kitchen as Lauren had her back turned and reached for the plate of finished pork chops. He almost had in his possession when Lauren spoke without turning around, her voice dry, “You do realize that my stove is made of stainless steel, which is reflective and makes it easy to watch the whole kitchen, right?”
Davis had grinned a little too widely to be innocent and walked casually out of the kitchen when Lauren brandished her sauce covered spoon. Davis could have easily taken her on, but then he would be short one friend and her boyfriend, who was a demon, would come after him.
Scott had been snickering as Davis passed him in the doorway, “Dude, you completely suck at subterfuge.”
“I do not!”
“Yeah, you do. You’re a complete failure at it.”
“Take that back, I could sneak up on anyone if I really wanted to!”
“Maybe a dead person, but you’d never get the jump on me.”
“Oh, is that a fact?”
“Yep.”
“What will I get if I do pull it off?”
“What? Nothing, because you can’t do it.”
“Well, if your so confident, then why does it matter? Now, what do I get if I can catch you by surprise?”
“I don’t give a crap.”
“Fine, you’ll have to take me out to dinner. Somewhere nice.”
Scott had stopped then turning to his friend and raising an eyebrow, “Like a date? You’ve got to be kidding.”
Davis had smirked, “Exactly like a date.”
“No.”
“Why not? Afraid that I might actually be able to pull it off?”
“Not in a thousand years.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“If I agree, will you leave me alone?”
“Yes, at least until I sneak attack you.”
“In your dreams. Fine, whatever, just don’t get your hopes up.”
Davis had merely chuckled and rubbed his hands together like a cheesy super villain, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
After that, Davis had tried several times to sneak up on Scott, all spectacular failures. Then after about two weeks, he’d simply given up and life had gone back to normal. Only it seemed that Davis had merely been biding his time and luring Scott into a false sense of security. The worst part was that he’d fallen for it.
Scott growled and pushed Davis away, this time actually managing to shove him off so they could sit upright. Scott couldn’t believe this, he had actually lost, and now he had to deliver.
He stared despondently at his television screen where his character was now lying face down in a pool of blood with the caption, YOU LOSE, in large floating letters above the body.
Davis scooted closer to him so their sides were pressed together from knee to shoulder and grinned up at him, speaking slowly as he continued to lean closer, “You.”
Scott frowned, refusing to give the blond the satisfaction of seeing him back away. Davis leaned even closer, “Owe me.”
Scott forced himself not to move and tried not to let his expression shift from its current angry state. Davis’ warm breath brushed his face now, just inches from touching, “A date.”
Scott swallowed and decided that a bit of pride was well worth throwing away if it made him stop thinking strange things and pushed Davis away once more as he slid farther from him on the couch. “Fine, whatever. But no handholding or any gay shit like that.”
Davis looked far too happy for Scott’s liking as he replied, “I promise not to do anything you don’t want.”
Scott really didn’t like the way Davis said that last part, but didn’t reply with anything more than a suspicious look as he tried to think of a nice restaurant nearby.