Disclaimer: I do not own inFAMOUS: Second Son.

Pairing: Delgene (Bad Karma!Delsin X Good Karma!Eugene)

Warnings: Very mild violence. Death of fish.

Rating: T (anything I write with Bad Karma!Delsin is totally automatically T)

Words: 1,602

Prompt (from multifangirl69 on Tumblr): Can you write a short fanfiction about DelsinxEugene? Maybe with Bad!Delsin and cute Angel!Eugene

Chapter: 7-The Infamous Phoenix and Teen Angel

"C'mon, Stud. This is gonna be fun. Don't worry," a suave baritone sifted through the clouds of the autumn atmosphere.

"You say that about everything," a more reserved tenor sighed in reply. The owner of a voice had to do a quick barrel roll midair in order to prevent careening into a flock of geese. The geese squawked in clear irritation and the man with the tenor nearly swore. Nearly.

The man in his arms snickered. "Welp, looks like you made some new friends there, 'Gene. Want to turn around and shoot a couple down? I hear goose with butter sauce is just delicious. To die for, even." The canines in his smile looked just a little too sharp to be normal. As was the light scratch of his voice, like a project that was being worked on by sandpaper. Eugene had to note that the redness around the other's nose and eyes had nothing to do with illness or the weather.

The blonde let out a sigh. Ever since the other started using his powers for less than...stellar purposes, Eugene had been used to comments like that. He took them in stride, however. "Delsin, you are something else," he said not unkindly. He looked down at the Conduit in his arms, tilting his head slightly in order to get rid of the bright glare of the sun against his glasses. For some odd reason, Delsin had wanted to do some stunt in the middle of the ocean, several miles away for the docks. He had said he needed Eugene's help in order to get to the height he wanted. Smoke could not let him hover without beginning to lose altitude, and while an easy Photon Jump using neon could get him pretty high, he would just end up falling back down. Delsin had video power like Eugene, however, he could not freely hover and fly with the hard-light power like the gamer.

Thus was the reason why Eugene was lazily bobbing hundreds of feet in the air with the Akomish artist in his arms.

"Ah, you know me too well, man." He leaned up and pressed a quick kiss against the corner of the younger's mouth. Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush. "Oh, stop here! This spot is perfect!" Delsin squirmed a little until he was facing away from Eugene and towards the ocean. "Okay, so when I say 'Now', you're gonna drop me and I'm going to Orbital Drop straight up then into the water. Make sure you're a little ways away, Stud. Wouldn't want you to get hurt now, right?" Eugene felt his face flush, and he hoped that his face did not match the red of Delsin's hoodie.

"U-uh, ok. But why do you want to do this stunt? There's nothing here-we're in the middle of the ocean. The docks are several miles," he jutted his head the direction behind him, "that way. What are you going to do? K-kill some fish?"

There was that grin again. "Close but no cigar, my gamer compatriot. Yeah, we'll get some fish in the process-we'll probably have enough for weeks!-but my real objective is the boats that we saw at the docks. And some of those people on the pier, too. I don't know if you noticed, but those boats were shipping some," a sneer pulled on his tan face, "ugh, industrial paint that would end up killing the wildlife if leaked. It's supposed to be shipped to Salmon Bay-the tribe has been meaning to do a lot of touch-ups to the buildings around the reservation-and I am not gonna let these stupid people poison my home."

It took a few seconds for the words to process in Eugene's head, but when they did..."So, we're up here, hundreds of feet in the air and miles away from the boats you want to destroy...why? Why didn't you just shoot them when we were at the docks? And, if you don't want the wildlife to be poisoned, won't destroying the boats and stuff let the paint leak out anyway?" He couldn't help the inquisitive eyebrow that raised of its own accord.

A laugh like crackling embers from a hearth erupted from Delsin's mouth. "Because this is more fun of course! And I don't care if over here gets poisoned. I don't live here. I care about Salmon Bay." Delsin response was laced with conviction, and he had said it as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. Eugene wasn't sure whether he should be perturbed that Delsin would let the wildlife-and subsequently people-here suffer due to the poison paint, or be happy and amazed at how dedicated he was to his tribe.

He was just going to go for a mixture of both. (But he was going to lean more towards the latter, if only to ease his mind ever so slightly.)

"Ah, alright, Delsin. If you say so."

"Alriiiiiiight...Now!" Delsin yelled excitedly.

Eugene let him go and he watched as Delsin launched out and upward like a rocket (no, more like a phoenix), then shoot downward past him as he broke cloud cover. He knew that the older man was a very powerful Conduit, and it was demonstrated as ash, embers, and glowing orange energy swirled around him. The smoke and energy were vibrant in both intensity of light and motion, as if they just as excited to create destruction as the man who owned them was. The gamer flew upward about thirty more feet in order to avoid getting caught in the energy backlash that would occur when Delsin made contact with the surprisingly calm water.

His blue-hued wings glitched and buzzed in anticipation.

He felt before he saw the enormous explosion. He shivered from the spray of salty ocean water and almost gale force winds, even despite the protection he had from his own hoodie. He watched the water displace and the waves grow from tiny swells into large hills as they made their way toward the shore. Behind the wake of the waves were ten, then twenty, fifty, then a number of fish that Eugene could not count. He thought he saw a few splotches of red in the water, so he assumed that several fish-and probably a few other forms of marine life-had exploded from the concussive force of the Orbital Drop. Maybe a few trout were floating about, non-exploded...Eugene like trout, especially with his favorite soda.

It was quiet for several minutes. The only thing making a sound was the waves and the sound of ash and embers shifting against each other as a cloud of the black stuff slowly made its way up to Eugene. Eugene lowered his elevation so that the black cloud would not have to travel as far. Why is Delsin taking so long to reform? He usual springs right back in less than thirty seconds. Through his fretting, he had to take notice of some ash that was left in the ocean, and the almost sludge like quality that a few parts of the black cloud contained. When the cloud began swirling near his chest, Eugene immediately held out his arms as if he were about to carry someone. The cloud began to solidify, the ash parts faster than the sludge parts, and take on a warmer human shape. Delsin finally became more distinct, though bits of sludge-like ash and soot were clumping and falling off of several parts of his exposed skin, his face and hands primarily. He's like goopy, warm cotton candy, Eugene snorted mentally.

Delsin hooked his arms around the younger's neck and legs around his waist, a position that would have been awkward due to their differentiating heights if they were still on land and not, in fact, floating in the air. Chest was pressed against chest, and Eugene could feel the other's excitement through his accelerated breathing."Whoo! That was fun! We gotta do that again sometime, my Angel."A congested cough rumbled through the brunette's chest and throat, and he spat out a glob of dark...something indiscernible. "Ugh, but remind me not to submerge myself when I do an Orbital Drop. Hundreds of feet of water plus dematerialized smoke equals bleh-ness. Took me way too long to reform, felt like I was moving through soup. Rotten, salty fish soup."

"Lovely analogy, Delsin."

"Thanks, man. I try."

Despite Delsin's crass sense of humor, Eugene had to let a shy smile pass on his face. This was Delsin and Delsin was his boyfriend. Delsin was his, and he would not have it any other way. He would even live with the fleeting, though wanton urges of destruction; the power-laced stunts; and the unique humor. All because those qualities came packaged under the Christmas tree with the brand named Delsin. Eugene surprised himself when he initiated a kiss-as Delsin was the one to normally instigate them-but enjoyed it nonetheless.

Suddenly the sound of the ocean waves was pierced by sirens and gunshots. They broke from their kiss and whipped their heads to their left, in the direction of the docks. And the screaming people. And the boats with turrets. Oh, and the shards of concrete that were about to be fired at them. Delsin's laughter followed a D.U.P. soldier's command via speaker to, "Capture the Bioterrorists! Take them down!"

How was this Eugene's life?

Oh well, at least they would have really good fish dinners for the next couple of weeks.

He made a note to remind Delsin that they had to invite Fetch over to eat.

Published: 6/29/15

A/N: Oh my God, Delsin is such a dumbass. I haven't had experience writing Bad Karma!Delsin, but all the fics I've come across write him as a total douche. For this fic, I wanted to incorporate Good Delsin's quality of caring so much for what he holds dear (like his tribe and Eugene) and Bad Delsin's carelessness towards destruction. On the Bad Karma campaign of the game, I have not gotten to the part where he meets Eugene, so I'm not sure of how that relationship is. Unlike Bad Kama Fetch and Delsin and their...ahem...sexy fun times.

Hope you liked this chapter! Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! I will focus more on Fetch on the upcoming chapter(s).