Disclaimer: I don't own ICarly.
Author's Note: We have all see the Seddie Slaps, so I give you the Griffin/Freddie slaps and semi-Creddie slaps.................................
Chapter Three: Bad-Boy Benson- Kissing, Slapping, and Catching Things on Fire
Griffin parked his bike with ease at the abandoned warehouse, and Freddie jerked to a stop. Freddie's eyebrow slanted in confusion as he looked at the building. It looked like no one had been there for years. Griffin pulled the mix of powder out of the saddle bag of his bike.
"Hey Griff, what are we doing here?"
"You'll see." Griffin replied as he poured the powder in a straight line and into the warehouse. He poured the container of gasoline out right beside it. Griffin pulled the pack of matches out of his pocket.
"What are you doing?" Freddie asked when he saw the lit match.
"What you are doing." Griffin shoved the match into Freddie's hand, "Just drop it, and we'll watch this place lit up like a Christmas tree!"
Freddie looked at Griffin, then the match, and finally the building. He glared at Griffin, "No, no, no, no."
"Four no's, really?"
"Yes."
"Just do it."
"No, Griffin!"
"Yes, Freddie!"
Freddie sighed as he threw the match on to the trail of gas, and just watched the flame spread. Like Griffin said that place went up in flames before he knew it. Freddie was hypnotized by the burning warehouse and a smile spread across his face.
"See," Griffin patted Freddie on the back, "It wasn't so bad."
"No it wasn't." Freddie looked at Griffin, "I kinda enjoyed it."
"That a boy!"
Freddie and Griffin made sure to leave before the police came, and rode off on the bikes. Freddie looked over at Griffin. "Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot!" Griffin shouted over the wind.
"What does Carly like about you?"
"What type of question is that!?"
"Well," Freddie shouted, "what do you have to do to get her to love you?"
"Take charge of a situation." Griffin said puzzled, "Why?"
"No reason."
It was nine o'clock by the time they got back. Griffin had left Freddie to go to his apartment. Freddie had decided to go visit Carly. A plan in his mind was forming as he knocked on the door.
"Freddie." Carly smiled at the brunette standing in the door frame.
"Carly." He leaned against it and smiled at her.
"So how are you?"
"Good."
"Why are you here?"
"Because." Freddie pinned Carly to the wall.
"What are you doing?!"
Freddie's mouth was on Carly's before she knew it, and she tried to push him away. Freddie ran his tongue across her bottom lip and got want he wanted, access to her open mouth. He shoved her tongue into her mouth, and Carly gave in. Their tongues began to wrestle with one another. The need to breathe became a issue and Freddie pulled away.
Freddie began to place kisses on her cheekbone, down her neck, and onto her collar-bone. He placed his hand on the small of her back and with the other pulled her shirt off. Freddie then proceeded to the back of her bra and tried to get it off. Carly pushed his hands away from her back.
"Freddie," Carly moaned, "I can't do this."
"Sure you can," Freddie said between the kisses he placed on her neck, and collar-bone, "just leave Griffin."
And as if Griffin could hear his name through the closed door, he flew into the loft. He pulled Freddie around and punched him in the nose. "What the hell do you think your doing?!"
"Taking charge of a situation!" Freddie screamed as he grabbed his bloody nose.
"Freddie come here." Carly said and Freddie did as he was told. Carly slapped him as hard as she could, "That is for lip- raping me and telling me to leave my boyfriend!" Carly grabbed her shirt and ran up the stairs.
Griffin waked over to Freddie and slapped him, "I can't believe you!"
"What bad-boy, afraid?" Freddie smirked as he slapped Griffin back.
"Dick!" Griffin shouted as he slapped Freddie as hard as he could. Griffin grabbed Freddie by the collar and threw him into the Benson loft. "And stay away from her!"