Blame Mina for this monstrousity. She told me she craved Cain-fic.

WilliamxCain
Sandstorm High
William "Havoc" Norton is all Mina's, Cain "Tinker" Blackshire is my angst-baby.
PG-13 for bathroom snogging.


"10 bucks says he's gay." William snickered, watching Cain rifle through his bag at a computer two rows a head of them. Among the objects he was picking through they'd already spotted eyeliner, a hairbrush, and what had appeared to be a pair of fishnet arm warmers.

"I think his sexuality is a given, dear." Theodore sighed, not looking away from the screen where he had four separate chat windows going (in at least two of which, Will noted, he was flirting with girls from other classes). "All you need is hard evidence to prove or disprove, although personally I think the formers more likely in this case, that he's homosexual."

"20 bucks says I can prove it." William said thoughtfully, still eyeing the Goth.

"25 says he reports you for sexual harassment." Sven chimed in dully from where he was flipping through a magazine (one which seemed to feature, almost exclusively, scantily clad women holding firearms) he'd been lent by a classmate.

"Deal." Will grinned, leaning back in his chair and returning his gaze to the paused game on his computer screen. From the seat beside him he heard a soft chuckle, although whether Theodore was laughing at him, Cain, or something one of the chatters had said, William couldn't be sure.

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Cain straighted up, face dripping water back down into the sink, and inspected himself in the mirror. Tired, odd-colored eyes, bruise-like shadows framing them, blinked back at him. He sighed and rubbed one dark patch, reminding himself once again not to stay up so late. He ran damp hands over his hair, then shook his head until his hair (he needed to re-bleach soon too, damn) lay to his satisfaction. He loosened his tie a little more, flipping open the collar of his white dress-shirt so the top of the black tee underneath and the thin collar of studded leather was visible. A quick inspection confirmed that the black nail-polish on his fingers was intact, and the hint of eyeliner he wore hadn't run or been washed away while he washed his face. His earrings were all in place, as were his bands and rings, and he hadn't spilled any of his food on his pants at lunch.

He smiled dryly at his reflection; he preened as much, maybe even more, than a girl.

The bathroom door creaked open and Cain's gaze dropped down, carefully avoiding making eye contact with whoever had just entered as he finished drying his hands.

William smirked. The boy's back was to him, slightly hunched over as he dropped a crumpled up wad of paper towel into the trash-bin. He stepped forward, tapping Cain on the shoulder, hiding his amusement as the boy whirled around in surprise. Will held his hands up apologetically, a sheepish smile on his lips.

"Sorry... Cain, right? I didn't mean to startle you." he said smoothly, "I was just looking for you, though..." He held back a smirk as the boys eyes went from wide in shock to narrow in suspicion. It really was too easy to guess what was going on in his head.

"What d'you want?" the young Goth asked warily, already edging to the side, obviously intent on squeezing out from between Will and the sinks and making for the door. William stepped to block him, and he could almost see the pieces clicking together in the mismatches eyes. Poor thing thought he was going to be beaten up. Tsk tsk, how very far from the truth.

"I have something to ask you." William purred, a grin twisting the corner of his mouth. Cain opened his mouth to reply, and Will took the opportunity to make his move.

He grabbed the front of the boys shirt, using his superior size to steer the off-balance Goth into the nearest stall. Cain stumbled back, nearly tripping over the toilet, and caught himself on the wall behind it with one arm. Will didn't give him a chance to recover, following him in and bolting the door behind himself. Cain expression was an interesting mix of apprehension, fear, and confusion as Will stepped forward and grabbed his tie.

"Wh-"

"Shh." Will grinned. He jerked on the boys tie, dragging him up to his feet, and crushed their mouths together. Cain went rigid, perfectly still and silent even as Will fisted his fingers in his bleached hair and pressed their bodies together. Cain didn't pull away, though, and William pressed onwards, his tongue probing at the boys lips, seeking entrance. He had to admit he was a little surprised when the lips parted for him, and he felt hesitant hands settling on his hips. Will silently congratulated himself, and, to put it a little crudely, went to town.

He had the boy flushed and breathless only a few minutes later, panting softly as William licked and sucked at the side of Cain's throat. William pulled away slightly, first surveying his handiwork with a pleased smile, then taking in the rest of the Goth's appearance.

Cain's eyes where half-lidded, fear gone but confusion still present, although well hidden under some darker, less conscious emotion. His carefully arranged garments where creased, his tie askew, and his hair had a rather disheveled look to it. There was a faint, excited blush on the boys pale cheeks, and his chest moved in fast, shallow breaths. Will grinned, pressed a light, chaste kiss to Cain's swollen lips (Will had gotten a little carried away with the nipping, although the boy hadn't complained in the least) and stepped away.

"Thanks~" he laughed over his shoulder as he unbolted the door, and then, in response to the boys confused expression, added: "I got my answer."

And then he left.

Tags: alternate universe, havoc, mask, sandstorm high, sven, tinker
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