AN: Hello, everyone who thought I'd gone dead. :3 And how are you fine lot today? Here I am, just posting another collab with my fiancee, this time on a whole different fandom. Whoopse? This is what happens when we lack internet for months then randomly get it at random. We have moved, too, which was stressful...

Anyway, have our new OTP. 8D

Chapter One: Burn or Babe?

Running a hand over the lockers as he walked along, Hot Streak didn't care if his pants were low, boxers showing, and muscle shirt tight. The world was his. Ever since the Big Bang and he'd gotten his fiery powers, he'd used them to get whatever the hell he felt like and wasn't going to let anyone push him around... Not that he'd done that before... He'd always kind of been a bully... and there were some of his schoolmates to push around... Virgil and his geeky friend Richie...

Stepping up, he sneered, "Hey geeks. I wasn't aware there was a nerd meeting today."

Pushing Virgil out of the way, he zeroed in on Richie like a hawk on a mouse, "Eenie meenie miney moe, which dweeb to pick on..? How about you? After school... in the alley. You. Me. Come alone."

With a face going from gleeful excitement to twisted horror, Richie gulped a little and glanced to Virgil, looking uncertain. "A-ah, why me? You didn't even play the game fairly..." He muttered, closing his eyes behind his glasses. "I... I'm really no fu-fun..." And why would he come alone?

Left with little argument, however, he went through his classes with anxiety building with each tick of the clock. When school let out, he took his sweet time packing away his things, even chatting with a teacher in order to delay this as much as possible.

But... There always came a time to face the music... Head down, backpack on one shoulder, hands clutching the strap, he licked his lips before looking around. Why did he even do what the other asked? He could have brought Virgil... At least his buddy had those electric powers...

Waiting in the alley, it was obvious Francis had skipped a couple classes, excited to get to this. Grinding one fist into a palm, he smirked and watched as the other stepped onto the gravelly concrete. "Ready? Get over here already... Don't think Static Stuck is gonna help you this time..."

Tapping his foot, he was impatient, waiting for the other to hurry up and get close enough to smash into the wall. This was the highlight of his day! Well... aside from torching the garbage dump and freaking out the fire squad long enough to distract them while he torched the mall. What a day.

Gulping a little, he prayed silently on his way deeper into the alley, before sucking in a deep breath. "D-do we really need to do this, Francis?" He questioned softly, looking at the ground and trying to keep his glasses from slipping down his nose too far.

"I... You know nobody enjoys these things but you, and, uh..." Not that he had long to speak before he was smashed into the wall and his head knocked against it, sending a wave of dizziness and nausea over him. Eyes watering from the shock and pain, he glanced up with large blue eyes, uncertain about this.

"Yes, Foley. We need to do this." He wasn't enjoying the talking, punching the other in the stomach, "Now shut up. I have some beating to do before my next appointment..."

He had places to be and things to do, there was no talking him out of beating the other. Grabbing Richie by his blue and yellow hoodie, he hefted him up and pinned him to the brick wall, "So... what have we got here today..?" He began to look over the other.

"Owwww..." He whimpered, feeling way too sick for his daily beating. "I... Ugh... I don't r-really have much today..." he muttered, licking his lips and finding his chapped lips to be sharper than he'd remembered, feeling his own dead skin slice uselessly into his poor tongue. Squirming in the other's arms, he chewed his lip a little before sighing, "Can I just give you twenty bucks and leave? I kinda need all my limbs to be intact when I go home or mom's gonna start suspecting that you're trying to kill me..."

Not that Francis would probably care. God, how he wished for a way to escape this. Too bad it would never come...

"Maybe that's what I want her to think.." He smirked and lifted a hand up, conjuring fire into his palm and licking his lips eagerly. Anything to stroke his ego, he loved power and was definitely the hothead that his alter ego name suggested... Hotstreak... He lived by his own ideas of danger, more danger... more fun.

"So what're you gonna do, Foley? hmm?"

Gulping again, he whimpered a little before blurting out, "Anything you want, anything at all... I... I'll do anything, just please... I don't like being branded..." Whimpering again, he kicked a little uselessly, "I'll be your slave for... For a month, just please... Please, don't burn me again..."

"A month?" He paused, chuckling, "Now that's new... you do whatever I say? Anything at all?" This was certainly interesting him and might just save the pale blonde from getting burned. Setting down the other, he extinguished the fire and ran a hand through his two-tone hair, "Sounds like a fair deal..."

"Anything at all..." He mirrored as he was set down, seeming a little fearful, but, at the same time, excited to not be sent home burning again. He hated those, after all; always needed aloe when they had none. "And... Hell... If you want... Longer than a month. I'll even write up a contract..."

"First let's see how this month goes..." He chuckled before turning away, "You'd better do well... or I'll do more than burn..." Walking out of the alley, he tossed a flame so the trash can lit up, if Richie didn't get out of there, he'd probably get the brunt of the blame.

Chasing after the other, he nearly clung to his arm to avoid getting caught with the flame. "Uh... Well... Wh-what should I do f-for you first, then?" He questioned, head tilting cutely as those plump lips parted a little.

"Three in the morning... park. You. Me. Meet me there. Be late, and you'll learn that fire can do more than sear flesh from your bones. Got it?" Francis sneered as the other had his arms around his bicep.

With wide eyes, Richie felt his breath stop. Three in the morning? The park? This... This couldn't be good...

"B-but... Francis... I... I'm not allowed out after curfew... My.. My dad would be so pissed..." He seemed a bit more scared of his father than he was of Francis for the moment. Chewing his lip a little bit, he tried to figure out which painful way he wanted to spend the next few weeks...

"Just sneak out. It'll be easy." The taller looked at the nerd and chuckled, "Forget your old man... you're going to hang out with me... or I burn your house down with your family in it. Then you won't have to worry about curfew."

"A-ah... O-okay... I'll... I'll see you at the park a-at three." Smiling a little bit, though it was nervously, Richie started off for home with fear in his heart and nausea burning his stomach and esophagus. When he got home, he tried to play off his nervousness for test anxiety, going straight to bed so he could get up early, even skipping dinner.