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WHO:

swwag and his

hasgonehonkers
WHERE: ~*~Somewhere in New Jersey~*~
WHEN: I DON'T... KNOW... SOMETIME DURING THE RIOTS I GUESS
WARNINGS: MOTHERFUCKERS AND FISH PUNS AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE
SUMMARY: Eridan and Gamzee have a hatedate during the rioting and get thrown out of a Waffle House. Then they duel about it.
FORMAT: PARA TO START, ANYTHING AFTERWARDS

Eridan sat at his half of his and Gamzee's booth, stirring his coffee idly with one hand and tapping a persistent, undoubtedly irritating staccato on the slightly grimy table with the neatly manicured nails of the other. This hiding out business had sort of been like one of those human vacation things (sort of), a reprieve from the constant threat of rainbow drinker annihilation or grimdark witchery, and he couldn't say he wholly hated it.

Better than human prison, at least.

"Remember, we're supposed to be hidin' out here. If they get your food wrong, don't fuckin' kill 'em right in front a God and ewerybody," Eridan muttered to Gamzee, leaving his coffee alone and instead continuing the tapping with his menu. "We wait 'til they get off and then break their legs or somethin'."

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Of course he was gone before the alley. Eridan took off running into the alley proper, wand held high and ready to fire - normally it'd be best to stay in the alley and keep his back to a wall, limit Gamzee's movement, but he wasn't looking for that. Today he was going to win.

He bolted straight through the alleyway and into the parking lot proper, the slightest noise grabbing his attention immediately.

"You done playin' hide and seek? 'Cos I'm ready to do this the way our ancestors woulda."

Ignoring, for the moment, how Dualscar died in shame at the Grand Highblood's hands for not being motherfuckin funny enough. Ignoring how every drop of his precious royal blood ended up smeared across the Grand Highblood's throne and walls.

"Wasn't motherfuckin' at being hid, motherfucker. _{And if you wanna get your ass all up and to you like your joke of ancestor did then I'm at being happy to get in providing you all that wicked shit,}" Gamzee shouted, not caring that Eridan could fire at him if he pinpointed his location from his noise, right before he flash stepped.

He stepped, as usual, to a spot behind Eridan and was swinging his club right away. It had always worked out well for him before, why shouldn't it work out now?

Eridan heard the shout, pinpointed the general direction of where it came from, and he knew. Had been watching every time Gamzee flash stepped around the house, in their duels, in general, ever since he noticed the pattern to the steps. Weeks of goading the subjugglator into miniature duels and trying not to be obvious in observing his step pattern. Days of memorizing it. All down to this.

By the time Gamzee went to swing, Eridan had already turned on him, and grabbed the wrist of the hand swinging the club. His wand was at his kismesis' throat.

"Checkmate."

Gamzee let out a sharp breath between his fangs and his eyes widened as he registered the tight grip on his wrist and the wand pressing against his windpipe. Flash stepping as fast as he could now wouldn't get him out of this grip or out of a quick blast. He had lost. Seconds in and he'd lost a duel.

"Motherfucker," he snarled, the surprise finally wiped from his face.

Club slipped out of his grasp and into his inventory, the slack weight of his arm in Eridan's hand an admission of defeat.

As the surprise fell from Gamzee's face, the triumph - the terrible, sneering triumph - slipped into Eridan's. He bared his teeth in a smile that, while more impressive when he had fangs to go with it, still managed to be disquietingly bestial, flicked his wand off the underside of Gamzee's chin, and laughed in the subjugglator's face.

"I fuckin' won!" he shouted, announcing to an invisible crowd, strolling off with his wand held proud and then strolling immediately back to Gamzee. "I won. Holy fuckin' shit."

He sneered in Gamzee's face, jabbing him in the solar plexus with his wand.

"Now, bein' the wictor and your superior in blood and battle, I order you to get on your fuckin' knees and bow to me, like your shitblooded kind always has."

Gamzee's snarl grew worse as Eridan laughed. Eridan, victorious at last, practically above him. It made his blood boil to the point where he started to see bits of purple on the edges of his vision. Hearing more of Eridan's gloating and feeling the wand sink into his skin pushed him far enough that he couldn't take it anymore. The words needed to stop and his rage needed to go somewhere.

He lunged forward -not caring about what the wand would do to his body-, grabbing for Eridan's face, and aimed to press his lips and teeth into his kismesis's own. He didn't know exactly what he was doing nor could he maneuver that well with his teeth.

The wand ended up caught between them, sputtering and dying. Without concentration, the science just sort of died on Eridan, and right now he wasn't exactly concentrating too intently on it.

Eridan's taunting and his sneers died off, not fighting but not really reciprocating either. Not even particularly responding. He just kind of stood there.

Well, that was a disappointment. It only took Gamzee a second to realize that Eridan wasn't going to reciprocate and so he pulled back and let go Eridan's face. His expression was unreadable for the most part, though there was a definite undercurrent of rage that Eridan could see as Gamzee carefully studied Eridan's own face. He was too unsure of himself and too nervous to say anything, he felt some kind of rejection already, he didn't want to hear it too.

Still Gamzee didn't want to give Eridan a focus on something else either, so rather than move the wand in a different direction - the smart thing to do - he left it as it was and hoped he hadn't screwed up enough that he'd soon have to flash step as far away as possible.

Edited 2011-08-24 08:28 (UTC)

Gamzee stepped back, and Eridan stared. Of all the things he'd expected Gamzee to do - hit him, cuss him, spit in his face - this was the absolute last, and the bewilderment on his face showed it. For a long moment afterwards, he kept staring, examining his kismesis' expression intently.

Eridan rushed forward and dragged Gamzee back to him, his wand clattering to the pavement. His kiss was hungry, desperate, and had entirely too much teeth in it to be entirely comfortable for either of them.

Gamzee resisted not at all as Eridan pulled him back for another kiss.

He didn't care much about the comfort of the kiss, but he cared for the returned hateful affection. Teeth met lip, teeth, and lip again in the most awkward and eager fashion possible. In a second his arms clumsily moved to grip on Eridan's shoulder and back.

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