Le Cirque Des Cassés

Chapter Fifteen: Poison

"A Delusion; A belief or altered reality that is persistently held despite evidence or agreement to the contrary, generally in reference to a mental disorder."

Poison willingly followed Flame off after saying bye to Cut and Bite. Poison knew exactly what was about to happen, and he was so happy to know Flame. Flame led Poison to his trailer and opened the door, allowing Poison in first. Poison looked around, he adored how Flame's trailer looked. Full of reds and oranges, and boxes of matches and collections of lighters, and a knife or two, not nearly as many as Lion or Blade's rooms.

Flame's arms wrapped around Poison's waist, "I adore you Kyle." Poison shivered due to the whispered words against his ear. 

"I know Max," Poison replied. Flame gently kissed the back of Poison's head. The two were hiding their relationship. Tucked away and hidden within Flame's trailer walls. They quickly fell for each other when Poison joined the cirque. Poison was attracted to how protective and yet carefree Flame was, and Flame admired Poison's observation skills and willingness to do things. Flame carefully wrapped a hand around Poison's throat, making Poison gasp in surprise. Nonetheless Poison tilted his head back some onto Flame's shoulder as Flame tightened his grip. 

Poison lived for this touch. Poison lived for Flame. Flame had slowly consumed Poison's waking and sleeping thoughts. Not in the way Blade and Target have to each other though. Poison could live without Flame, but he never wanted to. 

"So which will it be?" Flame whispered into Poison's ear, "Burns or cuts?" Poison couldn't answer. Flame was cutting off his oxygen, a person cannot talk without exhaling air, breathing or not. "Hm? No answer then?" Poison loved the feeling of Flame whispering into his ear, it was perfect to him. If he truly was concerned and needed Flame to let go, he could tap Flame twice, which is their signal to stop. But Poison was fine. He didn't feel the urge to breath, and frankly didn't care how Flame hurt him. "Burns it is then."

Poison smiled, Flame enjoyed burning him so much. Unsurprising since Flame is a pyromaniac. Flame let go of Poison's throat and pushed Poison towards the bed. Poison didn't lay down though, instead he smirked at Flame. Flame looked at him. "On the bed Kyle." 

Poison smirked more, "Make me Max." In truth, Poison had no opposition to what Flame was doing, but he enjoyed it when Flame was rougher with him, and challenging Flame definitely made Flame treat Poison a bit rougher. Flame walked up to Poison and Poison slowly stepped backwards, Poison felt the back of his legs hit Flame's bed. Flame pushed Poison down onto the bed with one hand. "Fuck. I forgot how strong you are." It was Flame's turn to smirk.

Flame leaned down and kissed Poison, not the reaction Poison expected, but one he loved nonetheless. Poison eagerly returned Flame's kiss. "You're so cute Kyle, thinking you have power here." Flame's hand was quickly back on Poison's throat as he reached with his other hand for his matches. Poison had a simple and happy smile on his face, ready for whatever Flame chose to do. Flame removed his hand from Poison's throat, and poison lifted his head to see, only for Flame's hand to quickly return to his throat. "Stay still Kyle." 

Poison obeyed, laying back down and listening. He heard the matches rustle, and heard the noise of Flame striking the match. Flame used his other hand to push up Poison's shirt. Burning a person's forearms could be dangerous, Flame wanted to hurt Poison, not endanger his love. Poison gasped as he felt the fire come into contact with his skin, and a buzz of warmth shot through him with the pain. Flame watched Poison carefully, for any sign that Poison was getting upset or that he was in too much pain. Poison's eyes fluttered shut, and he laid calmly on the bed. 

Flame carefully trailed the match along Poison's stomach, and Poison's eyes shot open. Flame chucked softly, "Did I surprise you dear?"

Poison just smiled at Flame in response. Flame lifted the match and flicked his wrist quickly, putting out the fire. Too much of the wood had burned. The sound of another match being lit echoed off the silent walls and Flame repeated the process again. And Again. And Again. Poison had ended up with the word "Flame" burned into his skin. Nothing major, only first degree burns, Poison would heal safely. 

Poison's eyes had shut. He felt the match lift off his skin, heard the flick of Flame's wrist putting out the fire, and then felt a soft kiss to his stomach. "My beautiful work of art."

"You Sap," Poison said to his lover.

"Always," Flame said, smiling, "do you want burn cream or anything for treatment?"

"Not right now." Flame smiled, and carefully pulled Poison's shirt back down before laying next to Poison. "You know I love you, right Max?"

"I know," Flame said as he wrapped his arms around Poison's chest, not putting any pressure on the new burns, "I love you too."

Poison smiled happily and turned to face Flame. He couldn't believe how lucky he had gotten. Flame was amazing, and always treated Poison with so much respect and love. He was always so careful to make sure Poison was okay with what was going on, and Poison adored him for it. Poison carefully kissed Flame's nose, which got a half-assed chuckle from Flame. The two were happy, something they hadn't had before the cirque. Flame knew now that if it hadn't been for the cirque, he never would've had the chance to meet Poison. 

"Kyle, do you think we should tell the others?"

"I'm worried they'll be upset," Poison said softly, "Another Sadist and Masochist couple will probably make Ringmaster pull his hair out."

"We're far more tame than Blade and Target though," Flame mumbled, gently kissing Poison's cheek and forehead. 

"True," Poison said, wrapping his arms around his lover. "Maybe we should. When the time is right."