Distraction
By Immicolia
immicolia@h...
http://www.digitalcandy.net/~neb


Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Andrew/Warren

Summary: Deathmatches can get damned competitive.

Spoilers: Flooded

Disclaimer: All characters within belong to LGJ (Lord
God Joss) and Co, I simply enjoy playing with them.
And play with them I do.

Feedback: It is that by which I live, or at least my
Ego does.

Because let's face it, that unholy trinity is shagging
like bunnies in that basement. Or at the very least
snogging a little. And for the record, yes I play way
too much PS2 and, yes I am soundly addicted to Klonoa
2... even if it _is_ blitheringly easy. ^_~

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DISTRACTION

By: Immicolia



"Guys... when do _I_ get to play?"

Neither player glances away from the game at their
friend's whine. "You play the winner," Jonathan
finally answers absently.

"Who will ultimately be me and who will ultimately
kick your ass," Warren adds, gleefully chalking up
another frag, much to Jonathan's dismay, who groans
while waiting for his character to respawn.

"Dork. I was distracted."

"Well, duh. If you don't take advantage of
distraction you'll never win."

"Why the hell do we have to play the _Playstation_
version of this anyway?" Andrew continues to whine.
Still leaning forward slightly. "I- if we did like
_I_ suggested and got a bunch of PCs I could be
kicking both of your asses like, r- right now."

"Hey, I _like_ the PS2."

"You like playing Klonoa, ya fucking baby."

"Baby this, ass." An explosion lights up one of the
screens and Warren curses. Glowering at his
compatriot briefly before turning his attention back
to the game, even as Jonathan continues to defend one
of his favourite titles. "And what's wrong with an
occasional platform game anyway?"

"Lots when a five-year-old would find it blitheringly
easy." A nearly triumphant press of a button, another
onscreen explosion, and this time it's Jonathan's
turn.

"You son of a...."

"Guys...."

"You play the winner!" shouted from either side and
Andrew sits back again. Sulking slightly for a moment
before switching to quiet consideration. Eyes
flicking from one screen to the other. Carefully
deciding which one of them he'd ultimately have an
easier time beating. That conclusion reached, the
rest was simple.

Make the other one lose.

A small smile touches his lips as he leans forward
again. Close enough that he knows that Warren can
feel the warm breath on the back of his neck.
Especially due to the curt reaction.

"Andrew, fuck off."

A small snicker, but still enough to cause the air to
stir slightly and Warren to lean forward in an attempt
to avoid it. "I mean it. This... fuck! Okay, this
is interference, plain and simple. That point should
_not_ count."

"Hey, if you don't take advantage of a
distraction...."

"Oh, shut up. And you!" Irritated Warren glares
over one shoulder at the guilty party. "It does not
get much lower than trying to put me out of the
running since you _know_ you can't beat m...mmph...."

The controller falls from numbed fingers as lips
settle over lips and for one suspended moment he tries
to break away. Turn back to the game. Because he
does _not_ want to lose this way.

Of course, in the split second it takes for him to
realize this he's as good as lost so what difference
does it make if he gives over just a little bit
and....

"Okay, you lost. My turn."

"You little shit!"

"Quit griping and get out of the chair. It's my go."

"Fine... you know, we have _really_ got to work on
the getting girls part of this plan eventually...."

"Later."


~end~