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Dark. Dark dark dark. Neon lights, then dark again. Steps, silence. Quiet breathing, close, closer, almost there. You press yourself into a corner, back against the wall. You close your eyes, like it will make you disappear. Like he won't be able to find you like this. A drop of sweat pearls down your temple, your finger on the trigger. You're the only ones left, the brawler and the sharpshooter. You took out the rest of his team, he took out yours, and you both knew it would end like this. There have been bets about it. You open your eyes and dare to peek around the corner. No light there, no faint target on a vest. Your other side then! You're about to turn around but he's already there, sudden, strong, pressing you against the wall with all his weight. His palm slides over your lips and his voice sounds close to your ear, a whisper, a murmur. "Be quiet, or they'll hear us." Hear what? you don't ask, because you can't, because he takes away his palm and replaces it with his lips, searching, mapping, pressing, tracing. There's fingers in your hair and a tongue in your mouth, and faintly you wonder Don't they have camera's in here? but the only thing coming out of your mouth is a faint groan. You raise your arms and curl them around his neck, needing him closer, needing more. He huffs a laugh that turns into a moan when your fingernails scratch against his back. "Fuck", he pants, and his voice sounds hoarse. Fuck, like you're the best thing he's seen all day, even though he's not seeing anything right now. Fuck, like feeling you against his body makes him see stars, makes him wish you were someplace else, with no fabric left between the two of you. Fuck, like all the things he's making you feel right now. Fuck. He shoots you. He shoots you right then and there, with his lips still pressed against yours, his tongue still in your mouth, his breath still coursing through your veins. Sneaky. Treacherous. "Next round, I might even let you win", he laughs against your mouth, then pushes away from you before the lights turn on, proclaiming his team the winners. You stay back, leaning against the wall for another few moments, watching him saunter away. You smile as you lick your lips. You can't wait to play again.