Title: A Field of Opium
Chapter Title: Oddity
Author: This Is Da Vinci Speaking
Fanfic Of: Tin Man
Rated: It varies.
Warnings: A cup of language, 2 teaspoons of innuendo, a tablespoon of RAWESOME. (Sorry, I saw that phrase floating around and I love it.) Oh, and slash, because Cain/Glitch IS my OTP. XD
Disclaimer: I'm not even going to bother.
Fic Notes: What happened when we weren't watching?
Chapter Notes: This one's rated R because of...WELL, LOOK AT IT. I was listening to Linkin Park's "What I've Done" on repeat...and the heartbeat-like drums waaay in the back kind of...got me in the mood for this. 0o You have to hear it to understand.

"I can't say I've ever looked at you and thought pure thoughts."

Cain was startled by this sudden voice coming from the surrounding darkness in the alleyway of Central City. He'd just left DeMilo's wagon and was heavy in his search for Zero, which was getting steadily more difficult considering he couldn't exactly concentrate without his new (and newly abandoned, though the word was still too strong) friends. He'd been getting warm feelings around them...but of course he had to up and go on his own. Damned Hero Complex.

The Tin Man stopped walking and looked around; although he was sure the voice came from in front of him. "Hello," he murmured into the shadows. He expected a Longcoat—or a monster—to leap out at him. Instead, his eyes adjusted and captured the outline of a thin, pale man leaning against the brick wall, facing him. "Glitch?"

Glitch grinned. "I don't know what it is about you," he continued, leisurely approaching the faintly taller man, "but...my goodness." He crossed his arms and started circling Cain, eyeing him in a way that made him both uncomfortable and inexplicably warm.

"Why are you doing that?" he asked Glitch carefully, making sure his voice didn't waver. "And where did you come from? What about DG?"

"Whatabout DG?" Glitch chuckled, stopping in front of Cain. "Hm, I get the strangest feeling you're not as partial to her as you want me to think."

Under his breath, the blond muttered, "What the hell gave you that idea..."

"What was that?"

There was a lengthy pause as Cain realized that somehow Glitch had gotten ridiculously close to his face. It was taking everything in his power not to hurl him into the wall and furiously ravish him...

Where did that come from?

The seconds ticked by...five...ten...twenty...and then Glitch slowly tilted his head and smiled.

No, no...that was no smile. That was a bold-faced knowing smirk.

"Come on, Tin Man," he whispered so low he was barely audible, and the tone of his voice made Cain shudder. "Just...try."

In a flash of leather, Cain shoved the zipper-head into the wall, his hand at his throat. His intent wasn't to choke him. No...there was an entirely different motive there.

"You really don't have all of your marbles," the Tin Man grunted, and without further hesitation, caught Glitch in an explosive kiss that could've finished the job right there had they not gotten to the point as quick and painless as ripping a band-aid off.

As it sank into Cain's mind five minutes after the fact that he and Glitch were a near perfect fit, the latter mentioned man was already starting to get scratched up on his back from the brick wall. The smaller man's legs were wrapped around his waist and his arms around his neck, and Cain was holding him up by his waist, and there was chaos everywhere...

Glitch raked his surprisingly sharp nails down Cain's back, earning a satisfied groan, and he grinned like a wicked imp as Cain kissed his ear. Their movements were becoming steadily faster and it never once occurred to Wyatt Cain that Glitch was definitely donning a more dominant persona that night than any other he's ever seen.

That was quickly brought to his attention when Glitch dug his teeth into the nape of his neck. No blood was drawn...but something else was.

Cain emitted a finalizing cry before sitting right there on the spot with Glitch in his lap. His new partner leaned back into the wall, having climaxed with Cain, and grinned again, his arms crossed over his chest.

"That was impressive," he breathed. "Especially considering the both of us refused to remove our shirts..." He tugged on the sleeve of his off-white shirt for emphasis. Cain smiled and started re-buttoning his own white shirt and reached for his vest, but Glitch caught his arm.

"What now?"

But nothing was said. They just watched each other, suddenly hand-in-hand, and neither of them spoke to each other again until they were reunited in the office of the Mystic Man, where Glitch's personality returned just as bizarrely as it had gone.