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Flash.

Bang.



Two things are wrong with this picture:

One, Chainsaw is standing beside a massive crater full of dirty water and dead squid.

Two, there's a sun in the sky and not a cliff in sight.

Three, those aren't even squid.



That was more than two things, wasn't it.

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Re: 2. :D

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He can push all he wants; Chainsaw's not going anywhere.

After a few very delicious seconds, though, he pulls away (not by much) and cradles Abel's face in his hands. The gentleness is bizarre in context.

"Silly me," he murmurs, "not introducing myself. I'm Chainsaw. You?"

'Too traumatized to respond intelligibly' is not an acceptable answer, for the record.

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Trying not to look.

"Abel." He says. "My name's Abel."

[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

...Snort.

"Aww, you and your boyfriend are a matching set. Cute."

Chainsaw leans in and runs the tip of his tongue up the crease of the scar, then licks his lips.

"Do you like it when he hurts you, Abel?"

1/3

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

2/3

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

Seriously.

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

"No."

[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

Chainsaw snickers.

Then he slides a hand into Abel's hair and makes a fist, painfully tight, yanking him closer.

"Good," he husks, and kisses him again.

More fun when they resist.

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

asdfghjkl; w-what are you doing? This is a much-surprised Abel biting down on a Chainsaw.

[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

Exactly as planned.

He doesn't retaliate; in fact, he seems to take it as encouragement.

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Nononononononono, please go away.

Cain, you son of a bitch, where are you? Stiffled sob.

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

Cain, that son of a bitch, is--



(flashbang)



--right there, actually.

No, there.

Oh, you can't see him?

That's your problem.

Yes, Chainsaw, yours.

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"Ow! Jesus!"

He blinks, trying to clear the spots from his eyes, and automatically takes control off Abel to deal with the more immediate threat of whoever just broke his fucking wrist.





Make that broke his wrist and kicked him in the nuts.



Chainsaw suddenly has a great many problems.

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

Obviously, Abel is happy. Very happy to see you, Cain. Except not because you are a bastard and Holy Mother Mary he can't see you at the moment. But seriously, Cain, Abel is very glad you came to his rescue.

"C-cain!"

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"Abel."

He sounds torn between amusement and anger.

"Who the fuck is this--" that sound, for the record, was his elbow hitting Chainsaw's face; it's very distinctive "--and what part of you're mine did you not get the first time? Should I give you another scar to get your attention?"

[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't do all that talking, Cain.

It gives Chainsaw an idea of where you are, and that's a bad move.

That sound was a blind, angry torturer barreling into Cain from the side.

"Got you," he says triumphantly, and establishes control.

He doesn't worry about Abel. Clearly the little bitch is not a threat.

1/3.

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"Don't you fucking--" He huffs, pausing to wipe his mouth. "I don't--"

Fuck talking, he should just throw a rock at you. Except...

2/3

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

Sort of boyfriend outweighs psycho.

3/3

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

Abel uses Punch!

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"What the FUCK is this?"

EXCUSE CAIN, HE'S JUST GOING TO BE WORRYING ABOUT THE FACT THAT HE CAN'T FUCKING MOVE.





Badass Abel, you are kind of hot. Please stick around.

[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

"You little shit!"

Now, if Chainsaw hadn't just been interrupted in the middle of some very promising makeouts by a broken wrist and a kick in the balls, maybe he would do something sensible like use Cain to fend Abel off.

Instead he tries to hit back, with his bad hand.

It doesn't go well.

Also, he still can't quite see.

"Shit," he says, shaking his head rapidly (it doesn't help).

And what he actually does with Cain is send him straight for the crater lake. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. Also, don't swim.

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

Missed it by this much, Chainsaw.

"Cain!" Abel chases, hands balled into fists. "Son of a bitch, where are yo--"

Realizations can be very awful.

"Shit!"

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

He adds together two and two and comes up with oh fuck.

"Where does it fucking look like?!"

All of his attempts to resist the compulsion come up null. He can hope Chainsaw isn't as malevolent as he could be, but it's a slim fucking hope.



Or he could hope Abel has something up his sleeve.

...Abel...?

[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

Meanwhile, Chainsaw is booking it in the opposite direction.

Goddamn livelings just aren't worth the trouble.

(He forgets his coat.)

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

Actually, Abel has no idea what he's doing. None whatsoever. He's running as fast as he can, hand thrust forward to ---

He catches Cain's collar and grips it tight.

Goddamnit, Cain, if you know what's good for you, you better stop.

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

He makes an awkward choking noise and stumbles.