A/N: I tried
Disclaimer: nope
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The cross-dressing freak of a test administrator had, out of either crazed sadism or crazed guilt, handed out candy to them after the latest test- citing something about Positive Stimulation and Enjoy it While You Can in that understatedly creepy way of his/her's.
They were cheap, dime-a-dozen sweets wrapped in bright cellophane the kind kids traded in school hallways especially during Valentine's Day, tied to daisies snuck into backpacks and notebooks and pasted to crudely drawn cut-out cards. Just a step above conversation hearts and one below actual chocolate in the pre-pubescent romantic hierarchy. Koon wasn't planning on touching the stuff with a ten-foot pole, and had neatly disposed of it before they even left the room, but Baam still hadn't caught on to the whole You Against the World thing and had guilelessly popped it into his mouth.
"You know you're probably gonna die, right?" Koon asks, making it a point to sidestep a little farther in case whatever was going to happen to Baam was contagious.
Baam just smiles, possibly already gone deaf or dumb, flashing pink teeth. The very center of his lips and the corners of his mouth are stained a rich, sticky red. His voice is slightly garbled by the candy in his mouth but Koon can hear the humor in it."It's fine, because I know you'll save me."
It was amazingly childish, the way he stuck his tongue out to lick his lips, raised his hand to run his thumb across his teeth a completely nonsexual gesture, the vulnerable seam of his mouth oddly tender. Just a kid who still wipes his mouth with the corner of his sleeve and shuffles his feet when he stands still for too long, and Koon couldn't not reward that smile, so he steps forward, catches Baam with one foot, leans in before he can stop himself.
Baam's eyes are wide, but his mouth is relaxed. His lips taste as sticky as they feel, and he opens his teeth obligingly. The inside of his mouth is syrupy and thick, the kind that will feel tacky in about an hour but for now slides smooth and heady, blood-warm, like swallowing a mouthful of honey, and Koon presses his tongue gently against his tongue before pulling back.
Cherry, probably, a bright tart tang, something surprisingly pleasant about the way the taste of it settles on his mouth. He runs his thumb across his teeth, a repeat of Baam's gesture just a few minutes ago, and Baam blinks back at him dazedly.
Well, Koon muses, maybe or maybe not hiding a smile behind his palm, as Baam's brain finally catches up to them and he flushes an endearing shade of red, if the candy really is poisoned, at least we'll go down together.
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