Where everything is mostly the same, except for the fact that Cam is evil and on Lothor's side.

Hunter/Cam

Or: Hunter has a bad guy kink, and can't deny it.

Slight crack treat seriously, alternate universe-canon divergence, fluff, implications for sex but no explicit, some Tori/Blake, a lot of Hunter/Cam

Oops guys, I made a fic for a dead fandom bc somehow I've been reminiscing about childhood and fallen into a dark pit of power rangers/super sentai hell hole where there is no new content.

Heavily self-indulgent bc I couldn't write a proper serious story with a cohesive plot, sorry, so i just wrote HunterCam nonsense. 5 days and I churned out this thing,

Imagine the year is 2010 and you're watching a fmv with Cascada's Bad Boy as the music. Life is simple and easy.

Inspired by Born Under A Bad Sign by DancingWithPeacocks, who came up with the original idea for evil Cam in their story, and I wanted to read more so I made my own. Also inspired by wonderful H/C content makers like PunkPinkPowers, Starhawk/Starandrea, Spoodle Monkey, MzDany, transient thought, and more!

If you find this, please let me hear your thought, since the fandom is so small, it's lonely ;-;

Anyway enjoy!

First

Hunter hadn't meant to fall in love with an evil supervillain, he really hadn't. Especially if said supervillain was working for their arch nemesis, Lothor, who was actively trying to destroy the Rangers, and the world for goodness sake. He blamed it on his temporary lapse of judgement during the time he and Blake went evil, and he blamed Blake, because his brother should have stopped him since the get go. Blake should have said, 'no Hunter, it's a bad idea to fall in love with our evil boss's nephew even if he did look really hot and gave you bedroom eyes.'

Cam really did give Hunter's bedroom eyes, so in a way, this was as much of his fault as it was Hunter's. How can a mere mortal like him resist Cam's all leather ninja get up with dual swords strapping behind his belt. It wasn't just possible to look away when Cam was striking and brought a chilling presence to the room, covered in black entirely except for the stark red centipede adorning his shoulder plate, reminding Hunter of which side he belonged to constantly. Not to mention, Cam with his weapon in hand was quick and efficient and he could whip Lothor's big bad generals around with ease. And if that wasn't hot and dangerous (to his libido) then Hunter didn't know what else would be.

Cam was cool face and smoldering fire as he swept his eyes on Hunter's form, where the Ranger suit clung tight to every curve of his body, and he made Hunter burn crimson under his visor. It was fortunate that he had practiced his evil Rangers voice or otherwise, his conversation with Lothor would have been interrupted by a very unmanly squeak. That wouldn't have been good for anybody.

He was going to ignore Cam's very blatantly attempt to undress him with his eyes, he really was going to. But Cam stopped Hunter and Blake just as they were leaving Lothor's ship, leaning casually on a pillar, and sticking out his hand to halt Hunter, palm pressing into Hunter's beating heart. If the subtle stare he gave Cam earlier didn't give him away, then his heart surely would have.

"Going somewhere?" Cam's voice was smooth, a tad arrogant, but that was probably due to his upbringing. It played into his pompous, badass villain image. Hunter liked it.

Hunter had considered the consequences seriously for one long second, before he demorphed in a blink and pushed into Cam's space, leaning his hand on the spot beside Cam's head. "Nowhere special," his lips disobeyed him and lifted to form an amused smirk.

Blake just looked at them both, and tossed his hands up in the air. "Oh seriously, man? Him? Him, really? I'm out of here," but Hunter had ignored him. So did Cam because he only gripped onto Hunter's top, and pulled him toward a direction that wasn't the exit.

"I can change that," Cam grinned, beautiful, boyish, full of promises, and drew Hunter's eyes to lips that must have been soft, and made Hunter want to bite them. And he did.

Well, what happened after was history, very good history, because Cam looked as amazing outside of his leather as he was in it. He was pale skin, wiry muscles, but possessed a strength equal to Hunter's. He was fervent and confident, took what he wanted, and gave just as hard, and Hunter didn't mean to fall, because this was just supposed to be fun. Fun, stress relieving mind blowing sex in the middle of their revenge plan for their parents, fun. Until it happened again. And again. And again.

Until Hunter got brainwashed by Choobo, almost killed his little brother, met his parents' ghost, realized he was a fucking fool for trusting Lothor, questioned his entire existence and purpose before decided to join the Wind Ninja, not exactly in that order. See, Hunter still hasn't worked out where Cam fit into the whole thing of Lothor killing his parents. But Cam must have been a child then, he surely didn't have anything to do with that heinous plot. Anyway, things were so hectic that he didn't think about his thing with Cam until Blake gossiped about his love life to the other while they were in Storm Chargers.

"No, man, Hunter is definitely not interested in her," Blake scoffed, shaking his head like he knew so much more than them. Her being the brunette chatting Hunter up while pretending to ask more about motocross gear for her brother. A customer, someone who Hunter can't be rude to. "His type is more… older and stronger,"

"What? You're like the expert on romance now?" Tori gave him a look, full of implications that Blake was anything but an expert. Otherwise, she and him would have been going at it for weeks already. And that wasn't a can of worms Hunter would open for his brother.

"Yeah dude, can't you see that chemistry, that's a love blossoming right there," Shane cackled, slapping Dustin on the arm. Hunter wanted to punch them. He also wanted them to come save him, but glaring at them wasn't getting the message across. Even sweet Tori ignored his plea.

"Bet you five bucks," Dustin chimed in

"You're on, dude." Hunter heard their slapping handshake sounding like betrayal.

And Hunter gave up. No one was going to save him from a hair twirling, dimple smile female specimen that had all the wrong parts. He was tempted to give her Blake's Nokia number just to get rid of her, but he wasn't going to do his bro like that. At least one of them had to be the cool brother.

When the brunette stepped closer and her fingers began to fiddle with the zipper of his jacket, Hunter's savior swooped in like prince charming rescuing damsel in distress with a hand on his back and a smile so sharp it could cut the zords in half.

"Hey babe," Cam said, and Hunter's heart flat lined before slamming erratically in his chest. Jesus, speak of the devil and the devil appeared. "Who is this?"

The wind ninjas were whooping and hollering in the back from the new development. There were some remarks by Dustin and Shane about how Blake was blatantly cheating, but Hunter could only focus on his err-many-nightstands-supervillain-sweetheart. It had been days since they saw each other. Days since Hunter switched alliances, since he had Cam close enough to smell minty cologne and feel the solid weight of his body. It made Hunter spacey and took the words from his mouth.

"Uhh," Hunter gaped like an idiot. "Uhh I'm helping her with some motocross stuff, what are you doing here?"

"To see you, of course, silly." Cam smiled again, but this was his 'Zurgane, your stupidity is appalling, and if you interrupt me once more, I will turn you into a puddle of melted goo,' smile. "We have a date,"

"W-we do?" Fingers pinched his waist, so Hunter quickly amended. "Yeah-yeah, we do, sorry to make you wait," then he turned to the girl with an apologetic smile that was purely customer service, and not an ounce of sincerity. "I'm actually getting off now, but let me know how those gear work for your brother,"

She nodded, incredibly put off now that another player has entered the game. She didn't seem to be convinced, however, that Hunter had a date with this random guy and was trying to stare down Cam with an unimpressive look.

Before Cam can cause mayhem, Hunter hooked an arm around his shoulders and steered them both to the store room in the back, bypassing his friends who were exchanging money and more gossip.

"Who does she think she is?" Cam huffed and brushed Hunter's arm off of him, crossing his arms with a frown. "Touching you all over like that."

Hunter finally got a chance to take in Cam's appearance fully and it brought a dopey smile to his face. Cam was wearing a baggy green Hawaiian shirt with obnoxious red macaws and khaki chubbies shorts that showed off his legs nicely. Atop of his nose was a pair of thin square glasses, and it made him look like a nerdy TV show character, but normal, and not at all like Lothor's evil underling. Hunter dig the bad boy leather, but this, this was good, too.

"And you, how can you stand there and let her hang onto you?" Cam shoved at his arm, but Hunter kept on grinning like a dunce. "Did you like having her clinging on you that much? Maybe I should call her back and let you two have at it-and stop smiling, you buffoon,"

"You're jealous," Hunter commented with a sing-songy voice. "You're so jealous," he jabbed a finger on Cam's chest and leaned down near his face. And Cam's frown cooled down to an expressionless dead eyes stare that was usually reserved for his cousins and Lothor's goons when he wasn't amused, and that was just a bit unnerving. Hunter hated when Cam did that. So he backed away and shoved his hands into his jeans' back pockets.

"Never mind, what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? You don't come by, you don't send me messages, you don't call, you don't anything, then I found out Choobo went and did stuff to your head, and you asked me what I'm doing here?" Cam hissed, his annoyance from earlier turned into anger that came out of nowhere.

And suddenly Hunter got it. "You're worried?" A warm rush coursed through his body and heated his cheeks.

"Of course I worry, you jerk," Cam glared but he didn't protest when Hunter grabbed hold of his cheeks with callused hands and pressed a smooch on his lips, chaste and impulsive and full of enthusiasm. Then he let Hunter pull him into a hug and leaned his head on Hunter's shoulder. No matter how much he denied it, Cam was a cuddler.

"Thanks for worrying, I'm good now. And I can't call or message you, you live on a spaceship, dude. Can't exactly come by also because if you haven't noticed, your uncle and I aren't buddy-buddy anymore, but I missed you," Hunter crooned into Cam's ear, kissing it and tightened his arms around Cam, relished in his weight and warmth. Cam cared enough to get jealous, to worry, and maybe he didn't love Hunter, but he'd cared, and in Hunter's book, that was more than anything Cam ever gave to anyone else. It made him feel special and giddy in a way that was too embarrassing to tell anyone.

"Ugh, remind me to hack into the Rangers comm, that morpher of yours will finally be useful,"

"Uhh, how about you not do that? I don't think my friends will be too happy when you manage it," when, not if, because Hunter knew for sure Cam would be able to do it.

"Well you need to find better friends because they are currently spying on us not so subtly by the door, make them go away so we can make out,"

Hunter detected a whiny undertone, but he had enough self reservation to not say 'cute' out loud. Reluctantly, he pried away from Cam's hold, hand trailing down Cam's arm to hook onto his fingers, face apologetic.

"Tempting, but I actually got work still," he said. "If you hang around until later, maybe I'll take you back to my place and have my way with you,"

"Only maybe?" Cam edged on, lifting an eyebrow.

"I guess you have to stay and find out," with one last lingering kiss that garnered some wolf whistle-Shane, that birdbrain, Hunter drew away and turned exasperatedly to the group of ninja by the door, who was still so gung-ho over the appearance of his mysterious boyfriend (boyfriend!)

"So Hunter, something you want to tell us?" Shane waggled his eyebrows as Hunter yanked the door wide open.

"Bro, you made me lose five bucks to Blake, who clearly had insider information," Dustin said.

Tori heaved out a long suffering sigh before extending her hand to Cam with a big smile. "Ignore them, hi, I'm Tori,"

Hunter could see Cam hesitating, probably finding the entire encounter hella weird as they just fought each other the other day. But before he could cut in to prevent things from becoming awkward, Cam put on a shy smile that was so out of character Hunter had to do a double take, and took her hand.

"Hi, sorry you had to see that," who was this and what did he do with the real Cam, who lived by the motto no regret, no apology? Who once played footsie with Hunter during big bad villains meetings, and kissed Hunter in front of his cousins because they were making a pass at the Thunder brothers, where was that Cam?

Blake was rubbing his temple, clearly in the same predicament as Hunter.

"Um, yeah, guys, this is Cam, he's uhh,"

"I'm a computer science grad student at Blue Bay Harbor University," Cam was still smiling that normal human smile at Tori.

"Oh nice dude, I do some code work as well!" Dustin took his turn. "I'm Dustin,"

"I'm Shane, good to meet you, man," Shane said, doing a bro shake with Cam. Bizarre."You know, you look kinda familiar, have we met before?"

Blake let out a pained groan that matched quite well with what Hunter was feeling inside.

Cam looked different in glasses, but he really didn't look that different. Maybe it was the whole leather and swords thing.

As Tori dragged Cam over to the lounge to chat with the group, Blake hung back for a moment to stare at Hunter pitifully.

"Dude, you are playing with fire," he said. And Hunter couldn't agree more.

Hunter hadn't meant to fall in love with an evil supervillain, he really hadn't. But if it was Cam, then maybe it was okay. Because Cam wasn't that evil anyway despite his habit of beating up kelzaks when he was bored, and his love for bullying Choobo and Zurgane. He may built weapons and tech for Lothor and fought the rangers on a monthly basis, but he had never hurt a civilian. And he liked Hunter.

So Hunter watched Cam's face as it transformed from his fake student persona's smile to a real amused grin that was his Cam, and thought that that had to be enough.