iMade a Deal with the Devil
Prologue
Disclaimer: iCarly, its characters, and all things associated are property of Dan Schneider, Schneider's Bakery Productions, Inc, and Nickelodeon. There is no profit being gained, and therefore no copyright infringement is intended. This story is rated M for language and sexual content between consenting young adults. If any of that offends you, turn back now.
"Do you have any idea how bad I want you?" Sam growled. She flattened her hand on Carly's stomach and slowly brought it down to the waistband of Carly's panties. She kept her eyes on Carly, looking for any sign to stop. Her hand slowly crept lower, feeling Carly's soft folds; nothing but a thin layer of cotton separating Sam from her goal. Carly moaned softly. Sam claimed Carly's lips as her fingers began to rub slow and gentle at first as not to startle her. Sam could feel Carly's wetness staining her panties. Pulling away from her lips, she kissed her way to her ear, licking the rim before whispering, "I think you do know how bad I want you. You're already so we-"
"Carly, Sam! Where are you-" Freddie yelled, as he flung open the door, stopping only as he saw the scene that had unfolded in front of him. Sam's hand, although it had stilled, was still lodged in Carly's jeans.
"Way to kill the mood, Benson."
"What's going on?" Freddie asked, shutting the door a little harder than he intended.
Shock was evident upon Carly's face; eyes wide and jaw slack. Sam on the other hand was clearly amused. Although she had removed her hand from Carly's pants, she still had not moved from atop of her (nor was she planning to do so).
"We…uh…were just watching Seattle Beat."
Sam let out the tiniest laugh, biting her lip and bending down to Carly's ear to whisper, "More like we were watching me beat your-"
"Sam!" Carly growled.
"Would one of you please explain what the hell is going on?"
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, Benson?"
Although Sam's response irritated him, he wasn't going to humor her with a response. He looked into Carly's eyes, mentally pleading for her to tell him that it wasn't what he thought it was.
"Freddie, Sam and I….we….I'm in love with her." When he said nothing she continued, "This isn't how I wanted you to find out."
Freddie stood there for a moment trying to process everything. Carly in love with a girl? Sam Puckett nonetheless. It just didn't make any sense. Sam must have somehow tricked Carly into thinking she was in love with her. And for what? Just so Carly could become another notch on her bedpost? If there was one thing he knew it was that Sam Puckett was incapable of loving anyone.
"What did you do to her?"
"What I've done to her," she paused, grinding her hips into Carly who whimpered involuntarily, arching her body off the couch, "and what I will soon do to her is none of your business."
Carly was seemingly in a daze. While she wanted to smooth things over with Freddie, her hormones were going crazy at the moment. And while a part of her felt like Sam was objectifying her by marking her territory, another part of her (the part that was currently throbbing) was telling her to just go with it.
"Is this why you've repeatedly turned me down? Because you're a –" he began, but Sam cut him off.
"If you call her a dyke, I swear to god I'll knock your hideous mug through the fucking floor."
"I wasn't going to say that!"
"Both of you, please, just knock it off." Carly brought her hand up, pinching the bridge of her nose, willing the tension to dissipate. "Sam, baby. I think there are some Fat Cakes up in my room. Why don't you give me a few minutes to talk to Freddie?" Sam's eyes traveled from Carly, to Freddie, to the elevator, and finally back to Carly. "Please, baby?"
"Fine." Sam began to get off her, intentionally letting her knee graze Carly's center while doing so. Carly's eyes rolled to the back of her head before she let out a frustrated sigh. Sam merely smirked and kissed her lightly on the lips before heading to the elevator. Pushing the button, she turned to Freddie.
"If I so much as hear-"
"I know," Freddie said dejectedly.
Freddie and Carly watched Sam as she entered the elevator, arms crossed, and clearly unhappy. As the door closed, Freddie let out the breath that he was holding. He pushed off the door and paced the room for a minute, moving to stand in front of the coffee table. Carly sat up, desperately trying to make eye contact.
"So have you always realized that you were gay, or is this just something that Sam convinced you of recently?" His gaze was hard, the expression on his face being one that was usually reserved for Sam. He was trying so hard to be tough, to not let her see just how torn up he was. But the minute Carly looked into his eyes she saw the hurt.
"Freddie, stop it. It's not like that and you know it."
"I obviously don't know anything, Carly. Not when I walk into my best friend's house for rehearsal only to see Sam fucking you on the couch."
"We weren't having sex!" Carly jumped up from the couch, crossing the room to stand in front of Freddie.
"Really? So Sam's hand wasn't down your pants?"
"It was. But she wasn't-"
"Save it, Carly." Shaking his head, he made his way back to the door. "And while you're at it button up your pants." At that he walked out, slamming the door behind him. Slumping against the door, he felt the tears begin to trickle down his cheeks.
"Freddie is that you? I heard slamming-" came Mrs. Benson's muffled voice from behind the door.
"I'm fine Mom"
Wiping his tears on his polo, he stood up. Taking one last look at Carly's door as if expecting her to run after him he retreated into his own apartment.
Mrs. Benson gave him a stern look before returning to her parenting magazine. Freddie kissed her on the cheek before heading into his room. Flopping on the bed he stared up at the ceiling tiles, hoping that the answer to his problems was lying somewhere in the mindless patterns.
Sam was going to pay for this. Physically, he knew he was no match. He'd have to outwit her. He knew he'd have to resort to drastic measures in order to convince Carly that Sam was no good for her. But deep down he also knew that by hurting Sam he was in turn hurting Carly. He tried to conjure up enough anger toward the brown-haired girl as not to care, but the thought of losing Carly's friendship was just too much for him to bear.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his pearPhone. He scrolled through the contacts until he found the name he was looking for. Taking a deep breath, he hit send.
Holding the phone to his ear, Freddie felt his stomach drop. The phone rang once, twice, three times. He prayed that no one would answer, and yet knew this was the only way to get Carly to come to her senses. His finger lingered on the end button as his patience and nerve were wearing thin.
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
"Uh, yeah. Hi, Mrs. Papperman. Is Nevel there?"
.
Freddie stood outside the Papperman's doorway for what seemed like an hour. Finally gathering the nerve to knock lightly, he stood back. Nevel appeared at the door almost instantly, a knowing smirk plastered across his face.
"Well, well, well. Freddie Benson. I never thought I'd see the day where you come groveling at my feet. Not that it's unpleasant-"
"Can the crap Papperman." He made to enter the through the doorway, but was stopped by a firm hand as it clapped him on the chest.
"Let's get things straight, shall we? If you expect me to go along with this little plan of yours, you're going to follow my rules. All of them."
Freddie took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before nodding his head.
"Good boy. Now, come. Tell me about this plan you're devised."
Taking one last look around, he followed Nevel into the house.
"So tell me again what it is that you expect me to do for you?" Nevel said, slouching in his computer chair as he stared down at Freddie, who was sitting on the floor per his request.
"I don't know what Sam did to convince Carly that she's a-"
"Don't say it, Benson. I may not care for either of them, but I will not tolerate gay bashing in my own home." Nevel sat up, staring down at Freddie intently. Freddie finally broke his gaze, casting his eyes to the side while sighing deeply.
"I love her. And I know she's not a-"
"Not a what?"
"You know. 'That way'." Freddie brought his hands up, gesturing for emphasis.
Nevel smirked, clearly amused by his rival's desperation. He brought his left hand up to his chin, stroking the imaginary hairs as he crossed his legs, his foot bobbing up and down.
"So you came to me for what, a therapy session, Benson? Trust me you can't afford my rate."
"I didn't come here for this Nevel." Freddie growled out, rising to his feet.
"Then tell me, why are you here?"
"I need you to break them up."
"And why would I want to do that?"
"Because you hate them."
"Not good enough. Try again."
"I'll pay you." Freddie added in desperation, pulling out his wallet.
"Oooh. You're entire $6 allowance?" Nevel feigned excitement. "Try again."
"Please, Nevel. I'm practically begging for your help."
"Practically is the correct word." He uncrossed his legs and got to his feet, smoothing out his pressed chinos and Oxford shift. He walked over to Freddie, who still had a confused look on his face. "Well don't look so befuddled. On your knees, now."
Freddie began to back up, his hands shooting up. "Wh-whoa n-now wait one minute-"
Raising his voice to talk over the stuttering fool, he said, "You were the one that said you were practically begging. Now get on your knees," With a firm hand on Freddie's shoulder, he pushed him down before continuing, "and beg me properly."
As he sank to his knees, he looked up at Nevel. Knowing that it was the only way, he swallowed his pride and said, "Please Nevel, I'm begging you. I can't stand to see my Carly with her. To think of what she's doing to her right now," he spit venomously.
Nevel brought his hand to Freddie's face, stroking his taught jaw softly in an attempt to soothe the boy. Freddie flinched slightly before returning to his previous position. Nevel stood there for a moment collecting his thoughts before speaking.
"Just how much are you willing to sacrifice in order to secure my help in this matter?"
"Anything." His eyes shone in desperation.
A knowing smile came across Nevel's face. He walked around Freddie locking the door to his room and securing the deadbolt.
"Well then. I think we have a deal, Benson."
A/N: This is a companion piece to the story "Trainwreck" which has a CAM-centric storyline. Many lesbian identified readers may not care to read about the mature boy on boy action that exists in the Freddie/Nevel subplot, so alas it shall be written here! That being said please enjoy iMake a Deal with the Devil and feel free to review the first Nevel/Freddie fic on !