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Marvin leaned against the neon green wall and tried to slow his breathing. The laser gun in his hand was sticky from his sweaty palms, but he was holding onto it for dear life. He had already eliminated four other players and he had heard Whizzer's cries of triumph from the other side of the field. If he had counted correctly the other man had also eliminated four opponents. Which only left the two of them.
Marvin gripped his weapon tighter and tried to listen for footsteps over the soft but suspenseful music that was coming from the speakers above him.
A few seconds later, right when the music was crescending he was sure he could hear someone running in his direction. He took a deep breath and swirled around to look in all directions.
Whizzer was nowhere to be seen, but that didn't mean anything. The guy was suspiciously good at sneaking up on people.
Marvin knew that his only chance was being careful enough not to get shot in the back, so that he could bring this match to an epic showdown. Because he knew that Whizzer liked to play. They both loved to play and to fight. There was nothing quite like the rush of adrenaline. Whether it was the suspense on the battlefield, the fear of getting caught in a dark supply closet on campus or the heat of making out right after a fiery argument. Last night had been one of those nights. A sharp comment about Marvin's outfit and a biting insult about Whizzer's love life was all it had taken to catapult them into a fight that ended in both of them lying on the floor. Sweaty, panting and not knowing what exactly their fight had been about.
Marvin tried very hard not to let himself get distracted by the memories, even though his mind seemed especially keen on replaying the events.
He almost missed the soft footsteps approaching him on his left. But only almost, he thought and started to grin.
With a triumphant "Ha!" he whipped around the corner, his finger ready to pull the trigger. The weapon raised and pointed directly at the Whizzer, who stood there with his gun carelessly dangling at his side and a look of surprise on his face.
"I could have shot you," Marvin said smugly. "You wouldn't have stood a chance."
"But you didn't," Whizzer said, equally confident.
"No, I didn't."
"And I could shoot you right now," Whizzer added and aimed his gun at Marvin with a smirk.
"But you aren't doing it."
"Maybe I want to spare your pretty face," Whizzer teased and let the green laser dot of his gun wander up to Marvin's throat.
They both knew the sensor wouldn't register a shot in this region, but neither cared. The threat felt real nonetheless.
"Maybe you are just a coward."
Whizzer raised an eyebrow and stepped closer. "A coward?" He echoed.
"A coward," Marvin confirmed.
"You are calling me a coward? You were the one who was hiding and waiting for me to come looking for you."
"That's not being a coward. That's called having a strategy."
"And your strategy doesn't include shooting me?"
Whizzer stepped closer. His gun was still aimed at Marvin's throat. The green dot moved ever so slightly as Marvin swallowed.
"I am just waiting for the perfect moment."
"The perfect moment?" Whizzer asked and raised an eyebrow.
Marvin nodded and met his gaze even though he hated looking up at Whizzer and acknowledging his height advantage.
Whizzer stepped closer, until his gun was only centimeters away from Marvin's throat and Marvin's was nearly touching his chest.
"They probably have cameras in here," Whizzer said suddenly.
Even in the dim light Marvin could see the smirk that started to spread on his face.
"And?" He asked and pretended not to think about the fact that someone might see him and Whizzer at this very moment.
"Some poor kid responsible for security is probably wondering what the fuck we are doing."
Marvin shrugged. "Then why aren't you shooting me like you are supposed to?" He asked and slipped his finger into the trigger of his gun.
"Maybe it's because I want to do something to you that's a lot more fun than shooting." Whizzer dropped his gun to his side and pushed Marvin's gun aside so he could close the gap between them.
Marvin smirked. "I wonder what that could be."
"Do you want to find out?" Whizzer asked. His voice was barely more than a whisper and Marvin could feel the hairs on his arms rising.
Instead of an answer he grabbed Whizzer's vest and pulled him closer. Without any hesitation the taller man started to kiss him.
A tiny part of Marvin's consciousness was worried about the security footage, but then Whizzer pushed him against the wall behind him and flicked his tongue just right.
Marvin leaned his gun against the wall and threaded his hands into Whizzer's hair as the other man moaned softly into his mouth. It took all of his discipline not to rip off that stupid vest that was denying him access to Whizzer's skin.
Instead all he could do was grab Whizzer's hair tighter and pull firmly until he could hear the other moan again.
Whizzer's hands moved to his belt and Marvin felt a rush of heat.
"Here, really?" He asked breathlessly as Whizzer dropped to his knees.
"Why not?" The taller man asked with a wink and Marvin's head dropped back as he undid his belt.
He moved his hands into Whizzer's hair again and moaned softly in anticipation when he suddenly heard a familiar sound.
Marvin looked down with wide eyes. Whizzer was kneeling before him. One hand on his belt buckle and the other on the gun he had just used to shoot Marvin.
The LEDs on his chest started to blink and then died while Whizzer got back to his feet. With a smirk he shoved Marvin's gun back into his hands.
"I think you dropped this," he said as he slowly walked backwards towards the exit.
"And you might wanna do something about this," he called and gestured towards Marvin's undone belt.
And then he turned his back on him, walked around a corner and Marvin was alone. Leaning against the wall, panting with his trousers slowly descending and staring at the gun in his hand, trying to figure out what had just happened.