Newt imagines 2

Infectious insanity

It was a funny thing how that boy had sparked your interested. He had arrived on a day like no other, Denver guards dragged him along without any strain other than the boy's two feet which trailed behind him leaving long lines in the dirt. He looked in complete surrender, his head hanging low on his chest not a flinch about the hell hole he was being put in.
They left him slumped over on the floor, legs crossed, he never made a move not even to scan his bizarre surroundings and he never moved from that.
It took you two days to muster up the courage to approach him, you sat behind him. Directly behind. You surrounded him with your legs, resting your chin on his shoulder and the pad of your thumb and finger gently rubbing his earlobe. "I thought I would come over." You pause, this boy didn't seem afraid of you in fact he didn't even act like he had noticed you. "You were looking a little... Cranky?" You roll your head back letting out a loud cackle, this time the boy flinched at the word. "Sorry, bad joke? Yeah I guess." You sigh tired of life.
This new comer was unlike the others, he was quiet, wasn't fussed by you.
You remove yourself from him and reposition in front, he gazes at his lap running the nail of his thumb down each finger. He really did amaze you in the strangest of ways, you rest your hand on his knee, you felt this urge to touch him, to keep a constant contact with him and if you left it - you might crumble away into thin air. "My names y/n." You lean forward looking up into his face you almost see a small smile. "What's yours?"
No reply.
"You must have a name. Even the most crankiest of cranks in here have a name and it is not crank." You pull away giving up, this boy was impossible to break.
Suddenly from nowhere the blond boy shook his head his eyes looking straight into yours, he was smiling just slightly but enough for his face to light up. His face, it made you speechless, you would have never predicted a crank to have such a mind blowing face. His eyes were as brown as milk chocolate, his lips as plump as a pillow and when together it summed up handsome.

"The names Newt."

***

You and Newt had got along just fine, always laughing at jokes, sharing stories of times before the crank palace. Newt had the most interesting past, the maze, you loved to listen to his endless tales of adventures, you felt as if you had been there yourself. Oh but when he talked about his friends. His eyes would shine like the moon and he would sparkle with pure love. One story when he was telling you about his friend Tommy you suddenly had a craving, a desire for a love like Newt's, you wanted Newt to love you. Love you more than his friends, in a way that was only between the two of you, to have a connection that was as strong as the flares grip on your brain.

It was evening when Newt returned to you holding today's meal - Denver's scraps. He carried a loaf of stale bread and poorly cooked chicken bones with enough meat on to be a whole ferret's meal. You jump delighted to have him back, throwing yourself on him - that urge to touch him you had on day one, it never died you still felt it so strongly that when he left you would get paranoid and skittish snapping out at anyone. He runs a trail of meaningless kisses around your ear and down you neck laughing at you, he hands you your share and the both of you, legs intertwined start on your small feast. You smile at him, the chicken's juices running down your chin using a finger he wipes them off and licks clean his finger.
A pair of heavy duty black boots stop by you, a tall male muny guard towers over he holds a launcher in his arms, the weapon isn't aimed but the mans fingers twitch on the metal frame ready to deploy it at any time. "Move." He says shallowly.
You glance at Newt worried, many a time have the guards fired those crackling machines at cranks for no reason and in all honesty you were scared of them, the disgusting spasms and screaming a launcher's victim gave. It made you quake in your shoes.
Newt knew you better than you did, he had picked up on your fear the second it grew. He tore off a chunk of bread and handed it to you his hand pausing on yours longer than need be. "Why don't you go around us." Newt drily suggests to the guard not bothering to gaze up at the man's displeased face.
The man bended down like we had missed heard him. "I asked you to move and you will move." He nudged you too roughly with his foot.
Newt was a blur of speed as he jumped at the man, his fist throwing the guy back the way he had come. Newt ran after him, the guy was startled blood pouring out his nose as Newt ascended upon him, continuously punching him over and over. "Don't you bloody touch her!" He screamed with each blow.
You had ran after Newt, the flare twitching in your mind before you lost control, joy and a feeling of victory ran through you as you skipped around on the side laughing and jeering Newt on. You compared yourself to an ape you had seen in a documentary a long time ago, the monkey had danced around screeching and howling as its mate fought another monkey, the flare had turned you into an animal.
The guard's hand had left from trying to stop Newt's blow and was now reaching for the launcher. His fingers clasped around the handle, he raised the weapon smashing it into Newt's head. Newt fell off the guard clutching his head but was on his feet swiftly ripping the launcher out of the man's hand with such force the guy was stunned. Newt wasn't the kind to show empathy when the flare was in power, he quickly gathered him self up and fired three shots at the guard. The man dressed in black fell on the floor his muscles tense and shaking violently as lights shimmered on his chest crackling and sending sparks around. The fit calmed down after a couple of seconds and the crackling stopped but the man remained unconscious on the floor. Newt rode out his flare infused anger kicking the guard in the side multiple times, by now you had also calmed down and just stood watching Newt who was beginning to be normal. He stopped attacking the muny and turn to you, you ran into his arms hiding in his chest, his breath was heavy and hot but his lips pressed against the top of your head. "They're not gonna touch you, never ever." He said against your head, you smiled into him.

That night you and Newt slept under an old table pressed against the wall with a split bag of potatoes that had been eaten ages ago covering you from the rest of the cranks. Newt had his launcher and you had a small waist knife found on the guard's body who had actually died after Newt attack. Not much was said, you both shared any emotions in your hugs and his secure arm that wouldn't stray off you.

***

Newt sat his eyes scanning around the place, his face far from happy. He held his launcher in his dominant hand ready to fire whilst his other hand held your hand against his lips occasionally moving it to kiss another place. You pressed your chest against Newt's back, your arm around his torso holding you as close as possible. You sucked on Newt earlobe nuzzling your head against his.

You and Newt spent most days like this if you weren't off exploring the lower sections of the crank palace seeing how far you could get without being chased by really past gone cranks. In the day time you would hug him from behind and both of you would have a part of the other person on each other's lips while at night Newt would hug you, protecting you as sleep fell over your dying body. The flare was speeding up inside you both, you wouldn't snap like Newt, you turned into an animal and would go crazy snapping, hissing at other cranks meanwhile Newt was more quiet with large explosions now and then which often ended with the other crank dead. The explosions were really dangerous if the forsaken crank had tried to go near you or worse take you away from him, only the other day he had killed two practically gone cranks when they were flirting with you and had touched your arm trying to pull you off with them.

Your cuddling with Newt slipping off into your own world when without realising you start to chew on Newt's ear, one bite being really quite too strong. "Oww!" Newt yelled pushing you away, his launcher in his hands in an instant. You screeched as you fell on the floor looking up at Newt who had stood in his rage, in your hand was the knife shining in the dim light. Newt was no better, his eyes showed no sign of him as he pointed the launcher at you.
The two of you stared hard at each other a small hiss escaping your lips hiding the fear and unexpected doubt if Newt really would hurt you. Would he? His eyes were a blaze and you weren't backing down.

Slowly Newt returns into his own eyes and starts laughing, he lowers the weapon and shakes his head mumbling something like. "Look at us." 
Uneasy you settle returning the knife to its protective pouch, joining in the laughing and you actually felt happy. Newt offered you his hand pulling you up, into him. His hand wraps around your waist pulling you close, you hear the clatter as he drops the launcher his free hand grabbing your face and smashing his lips into yours.

You kiss him with glee, you had him, you had that love you desired, you finally feel complete and whole. The kiss grew and grew sparking the human left in you, you added your own hands tangling your fingers in his grubby hair. Eventually you pull away and instantly feel desire for it again, you try but Newt speaks. "Sorry, it just I love you so bloody much and I want to live out the last of my life with you." He rubs his nose against yours. "For shuck's sake. Y/n, will you be mine?"
Your heart leaps around inside of you. "Yes! Yes! I will Newt!" He reconnects your lips moulding them together like play dough.

And that's what the two of you do, turn crazy together. As one.