No one's gonna take me alive

[centaurstestes]

WHO: Equius and Gamzee
TONE: light and fluffy Dark
RATING: Rish? There is swearing and violence (Also, possibly pseudo-sexual undertones?)
WHEN: April 24th, after this
WHERE: the library
WHAT: Someone is getting their rearend handed to them, and it's not Gamzee
STATUS: in progress

Equius snapped his journal back with a smirk. His emotions were all over the place, up, down, hating everyone, hating himself, but over it all, he felt a tingling sense of anticipation. Gamzee was looking for him, and he had the distinct sense it was not for a simple "conversation," oh no. His hand writing was far too sharp, his words too succinct for that. Could Gamzee actually hurt him?

Maybe. Maybe not.

But a fight was the exact kind of release he needed right now, and the Slytherin boy was certainly making himself available.

Packing everything into his bag, Equius got up and quietly left the library, keeping his head down and eyes alert. He didn't want to make things too easy for Gamzee, after all. That took away all the fun.

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[mo_cara]

A lot of people thought that Gamzee was scatterbrained. He was, actually, pretty all over the place with his thoughts sometimes, but he was capable of focus sometimes. Especially when he was angry. When he was angry. everything became hard and sharp and echoing in his mind, like there were two of him speaking, one a whisper, and one a shout, and everything became SO CLEAR.

The Slytherin liked Equius. Genuinely liked him, didn't just tolerate him - he felt sorry for the pureblood sometimes, and other times he was delighted by the younger boy's interests and dreams that he was so careful with. But none of that mattered right now. It wasn't as though he suddenly started to hate the Ravenclaw, but some things WERE NOT ALLOWED. Making Tavros cry outside the aegis of a rap battle or a formal fight was one of those things, blindsiding the Hufflepuff with cold, hard reality, trying to take away his beautiful dreams.

NO.

So Gamzee didn't give up when he didn't find Equius in the library. No, he kept looking. It probably would have been easier if he was good at charms - he might have used a spell to find the other boy. But he wasn't, it was one of his worst subjects, so he was stuck with manually searching everywhere he could find, empty classrooms, abandoned hallways, the occasional closet.

[centaurstestes]

A locator charm, however, was exactly what Equius used. Pinpointing Gamzee made it easy to avoid him, and also made him easy to follow. It was something he'd learned from his hunting trips with his father; how to hide, how to seek, and when to make your move at exactly the right moment. By knowing where your target was, you could easily know where not to be. While Gamzee searched, he followed, waiting until they came across an empty corridor.

He didn't want anyone interrupting.

"Makara," he sneered, stepping into the hallway, arms folded behind his back, wand in hand. "You had something you wished to discuss with me?"

[mo_cara]

The taller boy turned, his eyes narrowing just slightly as he looked at Equius. Then without answering, he started walking toward the Ravenclaw. His wand was in his hand, but it was held loosely - he clearly wasn't readying any spells. It was one of the things that meant he lost more fights than he won; Gamzee wasn't very good at dueling, or the charms or hexes needed to win a fight like that. He could come up with some nastily creative stuff when he was thinking about it, when he was being sneaky and planning revenge, but when he got his full mad on he generally went for fists, and any competent wizard could keep him back.

Mostly.

[centaurstestes]

Tilting his head back as Gamzee approached, Equius kept his eyes on the Slytherin, standing his ground, not budging an inch, and not pulling out his wand. He knew that, should the other boy try a spell on him, he would be quick enough to counter it, but he also knew that when feelings were involved, duels weren't enough. There was no satisfaction in spellwork, not like there was in physical combat. There was no rush of blood pounding in his ears, no flash of pain as fists burst, no strain of his muscles against another body...

He started breathing heavily as he thought about it, his eyes growing wider with each step Gamzee took, bodily trembling in anticipation.

[mo_cara]

As Gamzee realized that Equius wasn't going to throw a spell at him, he started to smile. It was a very unpleasant expression, completely different from his usual warm, dopey grins. There were teeth in it, and the Slytherin tossed aside his wand as he closed distance - no point in getting it broken, after all.

When he struck, it was way faster than most people would have probably given him credit for. His fist lashed out with stupid speed and strength, the long muscles in his arms tensing like steel cords as he aimed for Equius's face.

[centaurstestes]

Gamzee's smile sent a shiver down his spine, and he matched it with a manic grin of his own. He dropped his wand to the ground and brought up his hands, shifting his weight lower. He didn't even bother to try and stop the punch - he took it full in the face and went down, latching onto Gamzee's shoulders and TUGGING to pull him down with him.

[mo_cara]

And oh, god, the crunch when his fist impacted properly sang through him, and it hurt, too, Equius's face was hard, but that was good, too, because it was all so real. Realer than anything else he felt sometimes.

The taller boy went down in a tangle of limbs as Equius yanked them both to the cold stone floor, but he immediately started writhing and struggling to get an arm free to punch the Ravenclaw again. Gamzee's leverage wasn't so good this time, but he intended to hit the boy over and over until his knuckles were slick with Equius's blood.

[centaurstestes]

It was just a tiny trickle, but as Gamzee struggled on top of him, blood from his nose dripped onto his tongue. He hadn't felt the punch the way Gamzee had, there was too much adrenaline running through him. For as much as it hurt, it felt good and he wanted it to happen again, wanted the taste of his own blood filling his mouth.

Using his weight and superior leverage, he hauled the taller boy to the side, pulling his own fist back to box Gamzee's ears, letting out a low, raspy chuckle.

[mo_cara]

Gamzee grunted as the younger boy set his head ringing, but instead of fighting the way Equius hauled him to the side, he went with the momentum and threw himself even further, so that his back was to the Ravenclaw. Then he threw his bony elbow back into the other boy's solar plexus with as much force as he could, trying to drive the breath out of him. But he was grinning, too, teeth bared in an expression of feral delight.

[centaurstestes]

Gasp for breath he did, but being knocked breathless hardly stopped him. He collapsed forward, but he threw himself up, sending himself crashing bodily on top of Gamzee's head, hands grabbing onto the Slytherin's unruly mop of hair and tugging hard.

[mo_cara]

Gamzee cackled madly as his head was yanked back, and he reached both hands up and shoved them up the back of Equius's robes and shirt, to find bare skin. His nails were longish, and a little ragged, since he chewed on them occasionally and was forever forgetting to trim them, so when he raked them hard down the other boy's back and ribs, they left nasty, uneven furrows that would quickly fill with blood.

At the same time, he wrenched his head to the side, ignoring the pain from fighting Equius's grip, and bit the other boy on the inner thigh, his teeth latching on and worrying.

[centaurstestes]

Equius moaned loudly as Gamzee's nails raked over his skin, back automatically arching into it.

"Oh Gott, ja," he panted, his breath coming out in a whine as the Slytherin sunk his teeth into his thigh. Releasing his hair with one hand, Equius braced himself on the floor, pushing down hard on the other while bringing up his thigh to try and smash in his face.

[mo_cara]

Gamzee had to admit, those were some strong thighs. He was impressed. But he was also tired of being face down on the floor. He braced his hands on the flagstones, trying to suck in as much of a breath as he could with the other boy's legs around his head, and then kicked his legs up and back.

The Slytherin was extremely flexible, or it never would have worked. But as it was, he could arch his whole body up and back, until he could get one knee hooked around the front of Equius's head. The gave him the leverage to get the other around there, too, so that his legs were now wrapped around the Ravenclaw's head, too. Then he wrenched, trying to force his opponent backwards onto the floor with Gamzee on top.

[centaurstestes]

Equius stopped completely when that leg came wrapping around his face, just staring at it. That was not a thing that was supposed to happen, how did that get up there? Knocked off guard as he was, he went back fairly easy, his only resistance to flail and thrash around wildly.

[mo_cara]

Gamzee took immediate advantage - the move had put him on top, but the wrong way, very nearly sitting on Equius's face. He swung his leg over and sat himself on Equius's chest, his full weight pressing into the younger boy's lungs. One hand snaked out to try and grab the Ravenclaw's wrist, while the other cocked back to smash the other boy in the face again.