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Author: Aublivienne
Story: Singularity Syndrome
Title: Three Jerks in a House: Part 2
Challenge: Sugar Plum #9 (the fire is so delightful)
Extras/Toppings: none
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 413
Summary: Alain plays a game with Carmine.
Alain walked downstairs the next morning to find Carmine handcuffed to the railing. As he walked by with every intent to ignore the bounty hunter, Carmine called after him.
“Hey, a little help here?” Carmine half-chuckled. “I was practicing getting out of these things because, well, I find myself in these situations pretty often, and...I kinda screwed up?”
Alain returned dragging a chair, which he placed a few feet away from Carmine and plopped down in, throwing a leg over the side. He yawned and opened the box of matches he held in his other hand.
Carmine raised an eyebrow. Warning bells were going off in his head. “You don't...you're not going to help me, are you?”
The bespectacled man didn't answer. Instead, he lit a match, examined the flame for a moment, then nonchalantly tossed it in Carmine's direction. The match hit Carmine in the shoulder, where it bounced to the floor and went out.
“Ow!” Carmine yelped, flinching. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
Alain struck another match in response. He smiled and tossed it down. This one landed on Carmine's leg, catching his sweatpants alight.
“AH!” Carmine frantically banged his knee against the floor, quickly putting the flame out. “Would you stop!?”
“Stop what?” Alain asked, lighting a third match.
“Will you stop-fuck!-being a goddamn nutjob!?” Carmine managed to dodge the next one.
Alain 'tsk'ed and shook his head. “Aw, well that's not very nice...” He paused just long enough to throw the next match, which caught a few strands of Carmine's hair. “...Is it?” he finished, grinning nastily.
Carmine screamed and blew the fire out, but not before it singed a good inch. “Fucking quit!” he screamed, kicking at the other man's leg.
“Really, guys?” Kashmir grumbled walking into the room. “What part of 'lay low' don't you get? The whole street can probably hear you.”
Alain's face brightened. “Morning, love,” he said pleasantly, even as he lit yet another match. “We were just playing a game and Sweetness here got a little too into it.” He tossed it, but missed.
Kashmir snatched the box from Alain and scowled. “I should let him loose on you,” he said, walking over to look at the handcuffs.
“Oh, but you wouldn't,” Alain sighed from his chair. “You love me entirely too mu-“
In the same instant that Kashmir picked the cuffs open, Carmine leapt from the floor and tackled Alain, toppling the chair backwards and wailing away on the professor's face.
Story: Singularity Syndrome
Title: Three Jerks in a House: Part 2
Challenge: Sugar Plum #9 (the fire is so delightful)
Extras/Toppings: none
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 413
Summary: Alain plays a game with Carmine.
Alain walked downstairs the next morning to find Carmine handcuffed to the railing. As he walked by with every intent to ignore the bounty hunter, Carmine called after him.
“Hey, a little help here?” Carmine half-chuckled. “I was practicing getting out of these things because, well, I find myself in these situations pretty often, and...I kinda screwed up?”
Alain returned dragging a chair, which he placed a few feet away from Carmine and plopped down in, throwing a leg over the side. He yawned and opened the box of matches he held in his other hand.
Carmine raised an eyebrow. Warning bells were going off in his head. “You don't...you're not going to help me, are you?”
The bespectacled man didn't answer. Instead, he lit a match, examined the flame for a moment, then nonchalantly tossed it in Carmine's direction. The match hit Carmine in the shoulder, where it bounced to the floor and went out.
“Ow!” Carmine yelped, flinching. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
Alain struck another match in response. He smiled and tossed it down. This one landed on Carmine's leg, catching his sweatpants alight.
“AH!” Carmine frantically banged his knee against the floor, quickly putting the flame out. “Would you stop!?”
“Stop what?” Alain asked, lighting a third match.
“Will you stop-fuck!-being a goddamn nutjob!?” Carmine managed to dodge the next one.
Alain 'tsk'ed and shook his head. “Aw, well that's not very nice...” He paused just long enough to throw the next match, which caught a few strands of Carmine's hair. “...Is it?” he finished, grinning nastily.
Carmine screamed and blew the fire out, but not before it singed a good inch. “Fucking quit!” he screamed, kicking at the other man's leg.
“Really, guys?” Kashmir grumbled walking into the room. “What part of 'lay low' don't you get? The whole street can probably hear you.”
Alain's face brightened. “Morning, love,” he said pleasantly, even as he lit yet another match. “We were just playing a game and Sweetness here got a little too into it.” He tossed it, but missed.
Kashmir snatched the box from Alain and scowled. “I should let him loose on you,” he said, walking over to look at the handcuffs.
“Oh, but you wouldn't,” Alain sighed from his chair. “You love me entirely too mu-“
In the same instant that Kashmir picked the cuffs open, Carmine leapt from the floor and tackled Alain, toppling the chair backwards and wailing away on the professor's face.