bending reality - falsettos oneshots

Story 11

"I'm gonna kick your ass."

Marvin twirled around again,  still barely able to see in the dark. The only light came from the sensor on his chest and the glow from his gun. Jason had chosen lazar tag for his birthday, and Marvin was apparently the only one who didn't want to do it. 

Whizzer managed to talk him round, but he was better than Marvin had anticipated. He could hear him, but he couldn't see him at all. Neon flashes and fake gunshots echoed all around. Kids screamed in the distance, and Marvin could have sworn he just heard Mendel shrieking, followed by Charlotte's hearty cackle. 

No doubt she was kicking ass, too. 

"Might as well give up, Marv. Just admit that I'm better than you, and I'll consider only shooting you once."

"As if. Come out and face me, you coward." Marvin replied childishly. He was awarded with a snort. 

But a flash of light from a small crack in the thin wall alerted him. Whizzer was pacing the other side, smirking to himself, completely unaware that Marvin had found him. An evilly satisfied grin crawled across his face as he slipped around the corner. He hid just out of his lovers line of sight, just watching for a moment. He looked /good/, which was expected, but there was something in his over confident swagger and concentrated scowl that made Marvin want to kiss him. 

Which would completely throw him off. 

It was exactly what Marvin needed. 

He waited until Whizzer's back was facing him and then jumped forward, pressing the end of his gun in between his shoulder blades and cornering him perfectly. The assertive air had vanished. He'd completely taken him by surprise. 

He tried to scoff as though he wasn't rushing to collect his thought. The pressure was lifted from his back but, when he spun around, Marvin had him trapped in the corner. Somewhere in the distance, Cordelia was telling Trina to hide, because Charlotte was on her way, and Jason was laughing hysterically.

"Well played, Marv." Whizzer chuckled, lifting his gun and directing it at Marvin's sensor. 

They were at a complete draw. Marvin took a step back, and Whizzer took a step forward. 

Then, Marvin lowered his gun, taking a step forward and placing a hand on his lovers shoulder. They breathed against each others mouths for a second, inches from touching, until he got fed up and moved to connect their lips. 

"The Lannisters send their regards." Marvin whispered. 

Before Whizzer could process it, the sound of gunshot simulations overtook him, and he realised that Marvin had shot him enough to drain him of lives. He gasped and grabbed his sensor. 

"How /could/ you?" Whizzer asked, fake-pleading with his smirking lover. 

Marvin reached forward and grabbed his chin. He captured his lips in the overdue kiss, holding it for a moment. He pulled away and shoved Whizzer backwards. 

"Because; In the game of thrones, it's kill or be killed." He quoted, watching his boyfriend lay flat on the floor. He shot him one more time- just for luck- before turning and running off. 

"You NERD!" Whizzer called after him, laughing and shaking his head. 

But Marvin couldn't hear him.