The ongoing adventures of Blonsky/Chris: Part 4

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The ride remained uneventful at normal speeds, the road stretched on too long, and he came as close to their limit as possible before a motel billboard appeared declaring it was just a few miles ahead, next right. As much as he wanted to drive on through the night he knew it simply was not possible. Gas shortage due to earlier activities for one thing; the need to ditch the stolen car being another.

He made a snap decision and turned in to the motel's lot. It was late evening, not yet eight according to the radio, and he figured they could get a few hours rest before leaving at dawn.

"You're going in." He stated flatly, without looking towards Chris, as he parked the furthest away from the office's main doors. "Just get a room, no frills, the cheapest. Don't draw attention to yourself." A pointed glare for this last statement. For someone like Chris he knew this was almost an impossibility.

With the car stopped, he reached behind Chris for the bag full of the genius's collected junk. In the side pocket was the one thing he knew they'd packed, as he had put it there himself: a wallet discovered in that broken down home they'd stayed in. Two neatly folded twenties were handed to Chris, with the rest of the wallet disappearing into Blonsky's back pocket. If he hadn't tracked Banner for so long, he might've been tempted to use the credit cards.

"Seems simple enough, right? Out you go."

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A direct link to intercepting the communications of their pursuers was far too good a lucky break for Chris to pass up so easily; he threw his bag between the seats, climbing into the light tactical vehicle and allowing himself the briefest of moments to drum his fingers against the steering wheel. ...Radio. Right, that was a thing he was doing.

At first glance it appeared to be mounted into a bracket that was in turn bolted securely to the frame of the vehicle itself. Chris dug into his bag for the utility knife he'd picked up shortly before they'd first hit the highway, trying to work the radio out of its bracket. It held fast though, and then abruptly the muted sound of gunfire from inside the building cut his already limited time limit short.

Keys, maybe they'd left the-- he turned his attention back to the dash, where a convenient 'start' switch was conspicuously located. You had to love the military.

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Out of bullets and all of the well-trained soldiers fearfully begin to reload. An amusing sight and Blonsky just watches. Fingers are slipping, hands are shaking, sweat dripping from their brow. It was glorious. Rookies, the entire lot of them. Probably thought they had an important job with this assignment. That it might make them into something. They were just canon fodder and nothing more.

His heart is beating too fast, and he can feel everything kicking into overdrive. The change is there, and he's tense, so close like an orgasm, and it would be so easy to become his other form. Tear everyone from limb to limb. Paint the room red, crimson droplets draining down from every surface, unknown chunks on the walls... and there in the center, he'd take Chris from behind, set a brutal pace, like the kid needs. Stain the perfect skin with blood, fingers grasping at his hips, leaving bruises, grabbing that necklace of his like a leash...

Blonsky moans, deep and low in his throat, ignoring the worried looks surrounding him. He looks out the window after him, so far away, yet he could drag him in by his hair when he's done here... There's a pause, a mental refocusing from primal to logical. Even as the rapid firestorm of new bullets pierce his flesh, and new wounds open and splatter everything (it was significant, he had to remember, but why?), Blonsky still did not move. Just stared through the medium frame.

Then like a bomb going off, everything happened in rapid succession. No more playing around with broken bones, now it was time to finish this off. It was remarkably easy. Snapped necks, nose shoved into the brain, a punched out heart, and a disinterested headshot. All done within minutes.

He leaped through the window in a shower of glass, rolled and landed in a crouch on the concrete. A few shards caught his eye and he stared, his reflection out of focus, and picked up a larger piece. It was held in his palm, and he squeezed, soon watching the blood flow down his arm. Starting to remember now why he should be worried about it.

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The Humvee's engine roared to life at Chris's behest, tearing out of park like an animal that wanted to run. He promptly backed into what had previously been their car, the behemoth of a vehicle wheeling into a 90 degree turn before he caught up with the position of the steering wheel. Chris didn't waste time worrying about it, though, simply wrenching the Humvee into drive and taking it off of the parking lot pavement, around the corner to the outside of the room they'd stayed in.

"Blonsky!" He called out over the idle of the engine, nearly tripping in his haste to get out of the driver's seat and reach his companion, quite understandably alarmed by the sight and state of him.

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By the time his younger companion joined him, he'd stood up, and the blood had already dried on his skin. The glass was still held in his hand, now just grazing the skin. Its damage was done.

With his free hand he gripped Chris's neck and pulled him forcibly forward. He met him halfway with an intense kiss. It began with a growl and ended with pliant lips held by pointed teeth. Blonsky forced Chris to remain still even when his knees went weak and he started to lean into him. That's when he pushed him off, but still close enough to share breath.

"Got to burn it down." He said. Softly, the way another might say 'I want to fuck you against that wall'. It was an option not far from his mind. Blonsky licked his lips. "The blood. We can't leave any traces of it. Got a match?"

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That kiss was about the last thing Chris had expected, and amid all the rest of his racing thoughts, it left him very thoroughly off balance. By the time Blonsky pulled away his awareness had gone hazy, zeroed in on his companion and every word that fell from his lips. Some part of him might have thought to protest, but there was a lot of blood, and Blonsky-- he was a soldier, he knew what he was doing. Chris hesitated, still wanting to make sure the other was alright, knowing that time was too valuable a commodity to be wasted here.

"Match," he repeated, turning back towards the Humvee and his bag of supplies, "Got a couple cheapo lighters..." He yanked the bag over onto the seat, digging through it with numb fingers.

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"That will work." He said without really considering it.

Chris's eager need to please and his quick movements were a fine distraction. He indulged in looking for a moment more, then turned his attentions on what needed done. He walked closer to the Humvee, all too comfortable soaked in blood while he surveyed the motel. It didn't take long. Then he turned back to Chris. Blonsky's voice was focused, entirely the Captain giving out orders.

"Siphon the gas from our old car and spread it about. Wherever you think is best. I want a smoking goddamn crater by this time tomorrow. Can't have the fire going out while we're gone. Resources limited, but I know you'll get it done. Meanwhile," he nodded toward another room. "I need to wash all this off."

He walked away a few steps before he glanced back over his shoulder. "Try not to let your mind wander..."

A playfulness there but also a promise. If their time hadn't been so limited, he would've dragged Chris in with him, willing or not. But there was work to be done, and fun would have to wait.

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Chris pocketed the lighter in question, hesitating only briefly in response to Blonsky's parting words before setting himself to the task at hand. An empty gas can was retrieved from the trunk of their previous vehicle and filled with the gas from both that vehicle and the other Humvee; it wasn't long before he'd circled the perimeter of the building and coated each room's door with gasoline.

He'd stopped outside the door to the room they'd stayed in, still left slightly ajar from the soldiers' entrance, but hadn't taken the time to do more than pour the last of the gas through the doorway. Some part of him, deep down, probably already knew the answers to the questions he didn't dare ask.

He dropped the gas can on his way back outside, flicking the lighter on and off in his hands as he returned to the Humvee to wait for Blonsky's word to set the building ablaze.

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The water wasn't as scorching as he would've liked, nor the shower as sharp. But what can one really expect from a cheap motel? Blonsky stood still as the heated spray rained down over his back. It tapped at the taut skin, the protruding ridges like tiny needles. If only it burned more...

He watched as it turned a dark red at his feet. It pooled there, the drain secured. He could only guess at what it'd do to the water supply if it got out and how many innocents would be affected in a worse-case scenario. How had Bruce survived like this for so long? Blonsky straightened, finished his shower quickly. It didn't matter how the nerd had done it, because he would do it better.

He smelled Chris's handiwork before he shut off the water. A perimeter exactly. Perfect. He dried himself off and put on his jeans, making a mental note they should acquire more soon. He joined Chris outside, leaned back against the Humvee at an intentionally tantalizing angle. Oh the things he could do if he had his way.

"C'mon, baby." He licked his lips. "Light my fire." An open invitation he knew Chris wouldn't take.

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It took several seconds for Chris to pull his attention away from Blonsky's shirtless form; compact musculature and boney spinal ridges aside, distracting though they were in their own way, there wasn't a mark to show for the blood or the glass he'd seen for himself only minutes before. Try as he might to reconcile the idea of the Abomination and all that he'd already been told, there simply wasn't precident for that kind of remarkable ability. Blonsky's attitude towards obstacles--and speed limits--made considerably more sense, this way.

When he did pull his gaze away, it was to linger on the building before them for several seconds, lighter in hand. Arson was a distinctly different beast from that of cutting an accidental hole through several structures on campus or demolishing an empty house by way of a miscalculation. He might have been audacious, even reckless from time to time, but he'd never been intentionally destructive.

It only took an instant for the fire to make its way along the gasoline perimeter, spreading up the walls and singeing the roof as though the entire building was only so much kindling. Chris stepped back, watching it burn for a moment longer before turning back to his companion and the newly acquired Humvee. "Let's go."