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‘It’s just a game, it’s just a game’
The breaker box is so dark with all the lights out. You knew it would be but you’d never considered it before. No windows, no moonlight. Not even the front doors have a trace of light coming through cracks. Dorian likes to keep the door to the closet closed, and now he’s plunged you into a blinding darkness.
There’s no time to think about it. No time to even curse Dorian’s name.
They said you’d have a minute’s head start.
You look for anywhere to hide. You just need to wait it out; find coverage until your eyes adjust, and then stay out of sight.
‘It’s a game, it’s a game’
A game, a bet. A thing started as a joke after a slow night at the bar. A stray comment from Volt about wanting something to chase, and glint in Eddie’s eye. A quip about humans and adrenaline. A discussion had as fluidly and casually as liquor passing through a speed pour.
Thirty seconds, you think.
The dark shadow of a booth catches your eye.
You think about crawling under the booth but decide against it. Too much effort, too much noise. The silence is almost overwhelming. Every breath you take no matter how quiet sounds deafening to your own ears. You instead squeeze yourself under the table joining it, pulling as far back into the shadows as you can risk without jolting the table leg.
Not a second to spare. Just as you’re pulling your hand back, the glow of Volt’s hair rises from behind the bar.
‘And so it begins’
Volts hands are in his pockets as he strolls out from behind the bar. He hums, or maybe it’s just the fact that he’s the only bit of electricity around that’s still powered on, and the hum is a part of him. Volt’s hair flicks this way and that, errant curls fluttering on his shoulders. It illuminates his face but not nearly as much of the area around him as you assumed it would. You’re sure he’s doing something to it but you’re not sure how.
It’s downright eerie; how the light is almost contained around Volt, how he makes no effort to hide himself in the dark.
You slowly circle around Volt in the shadows as he does a lap around the front of the bar. It’s a game, a battle. A silent dance of swords and will cloaked in the shadows. Every step he takes, every flutter of his coat; catalogued in your mind as you try to predict when and where he’ll move next. An age passes in mere minutes as you watch him and he watches everything looking for you.
The more you watch, the more you begin to feel it.
Volt is anything but still in just about every moment you’ve seen him, and now is no exception. It’s in the way he hums, laughs quietly with every surveying glance. The way his fingers flex and curl as he looks over shadowed booths and darkened corners. The way he bends to look under tables, behind booths.
“Oh, livewire…” Volt half laughs, turning. You instinctively push yourself back against the wall even if he isn’t facing you. A few more inches between you two, a few more inches of darkness to veil you.
“Do you really think you can hide from me?”
He strolls so casually around various seating areas, the heels of his boots clicking with every step, and yet you’re crawling on your knees and holding your breath.
“How must you feel, I wonder,” Volt continues. He pulls a hand from his pocket to lay on a table, bending down to look under it. His hair crackles as it moves in a way that sends a shiver through you. The dateables aren’t human, you know this. Yet for the most part they act the part so well that you forget they aren’t.
Volt is a showman; yet he is an element first. A being of pure energy harnessed within a careful grid of metal and rubber and not an insignificant amount of prayer. So charming, is he, that you forget that his very being is made of something humans are meant to fear.
Volt straightens. His hair moves itself back behind his shoulders. He is smiling. His pupil-less eyes are bright even in the dark. He is so deeply uncanny that for the briefest of moments you consider abandoning your hiding spot and making a run for the door.
“How does it feel, scurrying around in the dark, livewire?”
It feels like you need to move.
Every cell in your body screams to run. You force it to a slow crawl on all fours, crouched like some tiny animal thing. You hardly breathe as you move forward from the tiny alcove you’d found and along the booth before making it to the wall. Slowly, so slowly because even in the dark movement is easily seen, and it is so oppressively quiet save for Volt and the ever present ambient hum of the club.
“I know you’re here, livewire.” Volt calls, a hint of mockery in his voice.
‘But you don’t know where,’ you counter in your mind. You watch as he rounds another set of tables, another set of booths. ‘You don’t even know where I was’
“You forget that this is my home, darling.”
It’s as if Volt has heard your very thought. He grins. A flash of movement and white-hot electric strands-
-and Volt darts.
Faster than a blink, Volt has spun on his heel and somehow moved halfway across the booths to lean over the exact corner you were in not a minute ago.
His chuckle echoes across the breaker box.
‘He can’t- how did he-?’ your mind stutters as adrenaline lances through you. Tongue thick and useless in your mouth and hands tingling with shock as you watch Volt lean over to peer into the tiny alcove.
“I know every little corner of this place, livewire. And with it, all the best places to hide.”
‘Has he always been that quick? How could a single blink miss so much?’
‘Could I even outrun him if I tried?’
You’re reeling as you watch him crouch, placing his palm against the floor. Volt laughs, and there’s an edge of a crackle to it, like an echo behind it. He mutters something you can’t quite hear. His hand drags along the edge of the booth as he rises. Volt faces the rest of the darkened room with a grin that is downright insidious.
“Oh spark, the ground is still warm. You were right here just a moment ago, weren’t you?”
His heels click with every step as his hands slip back into his pockets. How he can be so relaxed while you’re so high strung is beyond you. Your whole body is alight, tingling, hair standing on end as every limb prepares to sprint for your life. And yet he is so unhurried, so unafraid of being seen that it’s somehow more frightening than if he were in hiding.
“Tell me, little rabbit: were you watching me from your little hiding spot as you are now? Are you enjoying the show?”
Your trembling limbs creep backwards from the elemental before you. Every movement is slow, every instinct to run fought against as much as you can muster while you crawl along the ground. You’d discarded your shoes at the bar before this all began -thinking it would grant you silence- and now your socks slip ever so slightly against the ground and every little slide makes panic rise in your throat. One slip and your knees would fall from beneath you and make you fall, alerting Volt to where you are. What if he pursued you? What if you slipped against the ground? Could you even dream of outrunning lightning?
Volt turns abruptly, walking towards your direction.
“Oh livewire…” Volt calls out with an amused purr.
‘Shit!’
Panic rises as you scuttle backwards blindly. You manage to curb the edge of a booth, ducking and shuffling over table legs as nimbly as you can. You retreat under the table with seconds to spare before Volt walks past.
The scent of electricity and ozone fill your nose as he walks past just inches from you. The soft click of his shoes on the ground sounds like it may as well be lightning strikes to your oversensitive ears. You follow his feet, turning to watch him walk past and stroll into the open space between this crowd of tables and booths.
Volt is fluid like this: slinking around with such grace that should not become him when he’s stalking you like a predator stalks its prey. To hide feels so illicit, so dangerous. What would he do if he turned around just now? If he spun on his heel and your eyes caught even a glint of the electric glare of his hair? What will he do when he finds you? What will you do? The questions race through your mind as you watch him. Your body is buzzing, hot, alive. This is what adrenaline is for, you think. This is what fear and anticipation were designed for.
“Where oh where might you be, little rabbit?”
Inches from your face, his dress shoes step past you. Each little bit of metal catches a bit of light from his hair. A stray panicked though wonders if they could reflect even a bit of light on your face, if even a stray reflection in a bit of metal could give you away. If Volt looked down for even a second…
Yet Volt strides past you without notice. He walks into the center of the darkened seating area, scanning the booths as he faces away from you.
You have to move. Now.
You manage to coordinate your trembling limbs below you. Slowly, silently crawling around the feet of the bar table and the chair and squeezing past the booth without disturbing the furniture. You crawl out from under the table and move to backtrack into the other seating area. Fingertips meet the cold hard floor as you creep along the back edge of the booth, palms damp with anticipation. You’re so close to beating him. If you can last a little longer, if you can get just a bit closer to the light panel by the door-
Volt laughs abruptly. A sinister, overjoyed noise that rings in the silence and makes your blood freeze in your veins.
“It appears I haven’t found much luck in finding you, spark.”
You can’t quite see him from where you are on the other side of the booths. You don’t know why it sets you on edge that you can’t, even when you can hear that he’s far enough away. Volt chuckles again.
“But I’m afraid it appears that you have forgotten something, little rabbit.”
Panic seizes in your throat, welling in the back of your mouth. Your heart is about to race right out of your ribs. Legs tingling, hands trembling. What did you forget? What could you forget? You’re so close to the light panel, you’re so close to the door. You could make a break for it, he’s far enough away, you could-
“Oh Eddie?”
A low laugh sends warm breath down the back of your neck.
Your body tears away from the floor before you even think to move.
A blind sprint into darkness; into vague shapes and shadows as Volt’s echoing laughter and Eddie’s low chuckles and panting breaths fill the once-silent abyss of the breaker box. Your knee grazes a chair, sending it scraping across the ground before clattering behind you but you hardly feel it, hardly care at all. It’s a small sting compared to the sound of Eddies footfalls steps behind yours even as you round a corner, then another, sharper quicker skidding across the floor as your toes scramble for some kind of grip as socks slide against the bar floor-
You feel a tug on the back of your flannel as Eddie makes a sound eerily close to a growl.
You rip it off your shoulders in a second, throwing your arms back as you keep running and not a second later Eddie yanks. It flies down your forearms. Catches on your right wrist and drags it back towards Eddie and his hand misses yours by centimeters as he pulls at the arm of the flannel.
The adrenaline spike thunders through every synapse the second the cuff slips off your wrist.
You’re free, you're running, you're getting clumsy, you're not fast enough. The unseen shadow of Eddie is hot on your heels like a dogged ghost. So close that you can almost feel every panting breath he takes. So close that you can hear every note in his chuckle when you escaped his grasp and left him with your flannel.
You barely see the outline of a booth before you’re facing it.
Too late to turn, you dive over the top of it; catching on the edge of it and twisting over it in a clumsy desperate leap to escape. Land on the other side with only a few slips against the ground before-
Eddie’s feet graze your ankles as he lands right behind you.
You can feel the rush of air of his arms trying to close around you as his fingertips graze your back.
You’re throbbing, you’re terrified, you’re dizzy and breathless and you’re running out of steam and you’re running out of time. You don’t know where the door is anymore. You hardly know where the bar is or where the booths are and at any moment you’re just asking to slam headfirst into a barstool or a loose chair and Eddie is still right behind you. Still swiping at your back with fingers scrambling for purchase.Your socks slip against the floor as you twist sideways before you get cornered into a set of tables and Eddie’s hand grazes your waist.
He’s laughing. You’re nearly out of breath and your chest is aching and every fiber of your being is on fire, and Eddie is laughing.
You skid along the floor and feel your heel catch the very edge of Eddie’s ankle and it sends another shockwave of run run run through your veins. You gain your footing and turn around a table sharply grasping the edge for stability and dart back towards the other end of the breaker box. You can make it you can make it just get to-
A flash of bright hot light suddenly fills your vision as Volt barks out a laugh on your right.
It blinds you, stuns you like an animal as you skid on the floor. You try to pivot, try to get your legs under you but it’s too late it’s far too late your knees buckle chest heaving a screech leaving your lips as you lose balance and-
-Eddie’s arms wrap around your waist.
You’re thrown forward. Eddie wraps himself around you as you both go skidding across the ground in a slow shambling fall. One arm wraps around your head as you land. Unbidden, it sends a warm rush through you; to collide with the ground in his hold, shielded, hearing his grunt as he takes the landing for the two of you.
You hardly have a second to breathe before his hands start to grapple against you.
You’re out of breath but your body isn’t out of adrenaline and you squirm in his arms, flail your legs, push your hands against him in a desperate attempt to flee. Eddie seems to have anticipated it. His hands find purchase in your wrist, and when you go to grab his arm his other hand finds your forearm. In the span of a second, he has them both pinned to the floor. You curl your legs up and to the side and flail, trying to get out from under Eddie only for another heavy, warm body to land right next to the both of you.
Volt.
You’re pinned you’re fucked you’re so unbelievably fucked. Hot panting breaths pour over you in the dark Volt’s hands grip your hips as he pins one of your thighs with his own Volt’s hair is sparking wildly at the ends nearly blinding in how bright it’s glowing illuminating their faces as they grin down wolfishly from above you someone’s hand shoving it’s way into your hair pulling your head back-
Two sets of lips find either side of your neck, licking over the skin before they bite.
A loud wounded noise leaves your lips and echoes in your ears.
They feast upon your throat in victory. Sucking their claims into your skin as they pant through their noses, grunt into your skin. Their hands pin you, feel you. Wander over clothes and skin and you’re helpless but to take it. To feel the hands that explore your chest, drag down your waist, squeeze your hip. Eddie follows Volt in trapping your other thigh with his and they drag their legs back, forcing yours apart. Their hips press into your thighs, grinding their hard clothed cocks against you as they ruin you.
Fuck they could do whatever they wanted. They could have you right here. Nothing’s stopping them from dragging hands up your inner thighs and having their way with you as they saw fit.
Volt nips your collarbone as Eddie mouths at that spot on the side of your neck, and the cry they get this time is needy even to your own ears.
And they laugh.
Laugh as they yank your shirt down to expose you and lay their claiming bites across that too: more of you to claim as theirs for all to see. Hands tug playfully at the waistband of your shorts. Volt pulls off the fresh mark on your chest with a little pop before shifting upwards.
“We win, little rabbit.” Volt’s satisfied purr rolls over your ear.
“Mm, looks like you’re ours now, spark.” Eddie murmurs into your neck.
A strangled noise tumbles out of your lips. You wriggle against their hold, twisting, but they’re unrelenting. They don’t even grip you harder as you squirm; they don’t seem to think they need to bother.
“Ohhh I know,” Eddie purrs, low and sarcastic. “It’s so much. We’re both such monsters. And I know you just hate to lose…” he laughs again and leans in, licking a stripe up your neck. Volt plants kisses in the same path as Eddie’s mouth finds just under your ear. “-but that’s just how it is sometimes, livewire. Sometimes the foxes catch the rabbit.” He nips at your earlobe just as Volt nips your carotid. “Everything’s gotta eat, after all.”
“And oh,” Volt all but moans into your other ear. “-are we ravenous for you, little pet.”
The thought of being devoured by them has you squirming, wriggling. Their hands only get tighter, their bodies only pressing closer. The heat rising between them has sweat beading on your skin.
“Oh?” Eddie taunts. “You still think you can get away? You don’t think we’ve caught you?” He leans even closer. “You think we won’t take you right here?”
“It was always going to end this way, little spark.” Volt murmurs into your ear. “Always. We know our bar, little rabbit. We know you. You never stood a chance.”
‘It was hopeless it was hopeless it was a trap it was-’
“You had me from the beginning, didn’t you.” You pant. You run the memories back, trying and failing to find exactly when Eddie disappeared into the shadows, exactly when he must have followed you. “Assholes.”
“Now now, livewire; no need for foul language.” Volt chides, but he’s smirking, damn him.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that livewire,” Eddie drolls. He almost sounds bored, were it not for his teeth scraping your neck. “Not since the beginning, at least. Give yourself a little credit.”
Hands squeeze your thighs, mouths suck gently on the hickies forming across your skin. God, you’re fucking aching, and they’re just laughing.
“When did you get me then, asshole?”
Eddie answers with a bite, tearing a whine from your throat. He chuckles as he laves his tongue across the forming bruise.
“About the time you did that little loop around Volt. You know, when you made your little escape from the gap between those booths over there?”
Your blood freezes in your veins.
“You went right by me, you know.” Eddie continues. “Your leg almost went right over my hand. Inches away and you didn’t even know it.” Eddie chuckles. “You were so cute watching Volt. Like he was the only thing you needed to run from.”
The memory replays over and over behind your eyes as you search every inch of it for Eddie. Volt had crouched down, had dragged his hand up the side of the booth and-
‘Volt wasn’t touching the booth’
“Did you truly forget about our Eddie, little rabbit? I’m almost offended.” Volt teases between maddening bites across your chest.
“Oh, be nice. Our little rabbit was overwhelmed. Weren’t you?” Eddie hums in response. It has every nerve in your body throbbing, aching.
‘Little rabbit little rabbit-’
“You know, livewire,” Eddie murmurs under your ear between kisses. “-electricity loves to take the path of least resistance-”
“-but that doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy playing with our food.”
Firm, demanding hands scorch up your inner thighs with no warning. You squirm, you throb, you try to pull your legs closed. They’re stronger. They’re faster. You’re panting like an animal as their hands move, squeeze, stroke wherever they please. They’ve pinned your legs open with their bodies already and nothing can stop them from taking advantage of it. Nothing stops their hands sliding up inner thighs, pinching and scraping their nails wherever they please as they travel further and further up.
They both curse when their fingers meet together between your legs.
“Fuck, ” Eddie groans debauched. His fingers press firmer into you. The drag of wet cloth against you draws another cry from your lips.
“You’re utterly soaked for it, darling.” Volt murmurs breathlessly. “Even through your clothes. You like this so much, don’t you. You truly want us so badly?” A thumb presses harder into the dampness of your pants.
“Since we started,” tumbles out of your lips before you can stop it. Your hips cant up to meet the pressure, to chase it, but they can only move so much. Still, they both groan. “-since we fucking started.”
“Oh livewire,” Eddie groans into your neck before sucking a possessive bruise into your skin that has you whimpering.
“-if you wanted to be hunted,” Volt breathlessly murmurs into your chest, hands tugging at the edge of your pants. “-you could have asked ages ago.”
‘Please please please take me take what you want take me here on the floor take everything just please please-’
“Please.”
Your shorts are tugged off so fiercely and quickly you’re sure you heard stitches popping. They snag on your ankle along with your underwear but they don’t even notice, too busy yanking your shirt up to pool at your neck so they can get to your body under it. They kick your legs back open to spread your thighs. Eddie sinking between them and pinning your hips just as Volt pins your arms above your head.
“Well, dear little spark. Since we worked oh so hard to catch you, it’s only fair that we have our reward.”
His hair is a glowing, sparking curtain that sends little shocks across your skin as Volt laughs. Laughs even as Eddie starts laving bites into your inner thighs, even as you’re shaking already.
“You’ve made us work up quite the appetite, little rabbit. And now that we have you, we intend to feast.”