kinkfest | No Donuts (Black Cat, Sven/Train) (Reply)

Title: No Donuts
Author:

gisho
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Wordcount: 1337, w00t!
Prompt: Black Cat, Sven/Train: Spanking – Hunger is a great motivator
A/N: Sorry for the lateness. There's no actual sex in the story, alas, but they were having too much fun without it - or at least Train was.

Several miles outside Baltep City they passed a convenience store. "Hey, pull over," Train announced.

Sven gritted his teeth. "Why exactly," he muttered, "should I pull over?"

"'Cause I want a donut."

Sven twitched and slammed on the accelerator. "NO. We can't stop yet, we don't know if we're still being followed."

"But I'm hungry, Svenny-baby - "

"If it weren't for your idiotic stunt we might still be able to show our faces in Baltep. And could have stopped for dinner. We could have gotten arrested, do you have any idea of the damage to our reputations -"

"But we were in disguise!" Train pouted and curled in his seat, face a mask of dejected misery. "And we caught the guy, didn't we? And we dropped him off at the police station - "

"Outside the door. With a note to wire us the bounty. Because we were already running from the police by then. Train, do you have the least idea of propriety? Or how to treat a lady? If that pudding had been any closer the whole city council would have seen the mayor of Baltep City topless -"

"Desperate measures! Besides, I really needed the rolls, I hadn't eaten since yesterday. Still havn't." Train stuck his tongue out. "And it worked, didn't it? We got the guy."

Sven abruptly turned the car onto a side road, with a harsh squeal and the sound of gravel. On the ridgeline above the last bits of sunset were turning the trees orange; the car was plunged into shadow. "Dammit," he said, but quietly. "We've been doing this for a year now, I should know better than to expect you to act like anything but a child."

Train gave an aggrieved sniff, but didn't respond.

For a while they rattled on silence. The road took a switchback turn up the ridge, and turned from gravel to packed dirt. The trees vanished as soon as they crested the ridge, and the car reflected orange in the sunset.

"Hey," Train abruptly asked, "do you know where we're going?"

Sven sighed. "The road cuts through the forest and comes out on the highway about an hour's drive over the Saldinian border. We're stopping and camping before then, though. It'll give things time to cool down."

"Do we even have any food in the car?"

"What, the rolls weren't enough?" Sven couldn't keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

"Nope! Still hungry!"

Sven sighed and slowed down a little. The road turned again, running back into the trees.

About ten minutes later, Train muttered, "Are we there yet?"

"WHAT?" Sven's knuckles on the steering wheel turned white, and his eye, in the moonlight, gave a dangerous gleam. "We have half an hour before we get over the border and if I hear one more word from you I swear I'll -" He broke off; there wasn't really much he could do. "I'll make you sorry."

"Hey, just asking." Train tucked his hands behind his head and leaned back, looking contented and oblivious. Sven reminded himself that bodies left in the woods were often found, identified, and the killers convicted.

But astonishingly enough, Train shut up, and Sven drove on in relative peace. The moon flickered in and out of view through the trees, and there was no noise except their engine. It would have been beautiful if they hadn't been on the run. Well, they had been in disguise, and no one had been seriously hurt, and the 'defacing public property' charges surely couldn't stick any better than the syrup had. Marble washes off; sprains heal. They would be fine if they lay low for a bit.

Which, unfortunately, meant no using his debit card, which meant no money but the measly hundred bucks left in his pocket.

He scowled as the road took an abrupt left turn along the edge of a tiny lake, which meant they were over the border. There was a clearish area under some bushy trees ahead; he pulled over and braked carefully, then turned off the engine. There were little plink noises as the car began to cool.

"Great. Five-star," Train declared, and began extricating himself from his seat. "I'm gonna go find a tree, my back teeth are floating."

When he had tramped into the bushes Sven got out and leaned against the car to light a cigarette. He noted with some irritation that it was his last one. Maybe they should have stopped at the country store after all. He took deep drags, tasting the smoke as much as he could. Some ways off was the noise of a zipper, then a long, steady stream, then a pause. Another zipper noise. A rustle. A scream.

Sven dropped his cigarette and ran, visions of grizzly bears dancing in his head. Wouldn't that just take the cake, Train getting mauled by something wild. He should have his gun, of course, but - or had he left it in the car? Sven couldn't remember. It didn't matter. He rounded a tree and there was Train, nicely outlined in the moonlight, staring in horror at -

- a rabbit. At the interruption its ears twitched and it lept, crashing trough the bush and vanishing.

Sven took a deep breath. "That was my last cigarette," he began.

Train hissed. "I was nearly eaten by a vicious, slavering rabbit and all you can do is complain about your cigarette? You could at least have shot it! Then we'd have dinner!"

"Train, rabbits don't eat people." Sven rubbed at his temples. He could feel a headache coming on.

Train stared at him for a while. "Uh. They don't?"

"No."

"But - someone told me they did. I got bit by a rabbit once!" He seemed almost proud of it, and Sven noticed he was pouting again. "They've got nasty sharp pointy teeth ..."

"NO! Will you stop behaving like a child?" Sven gritted his teeth. "If you'd shown a little sense we wouldn't even be here! Now come back to the car and go to sleep! We'll go get breakfast when it's light out!"

Train stuck his tongue out. "Nyaah, nyaaah, can't make me!" That was just too much. He had to be doing it on purpose, Sven knew, but his nerves were stretched to the breaking point. He stalked meaningfully toward Train, who looked at him, seeming nothing but amused.

Sven grabbed him by the shoulders and dropped to one knee. "I have had enough of your games," he hissed, and twisted his arms so Train was draped over his knee. Of course he started kicking. Sven ignored it, and began to paddle him with the flat of his hand. This was greeted with a yelp. He growled and continued, and in short order the noise was replaced b a sullen silence. He gave a few more spanks for good measure, then dusted off his hands. Train took advantage of the interruption to squirm, kick him in the calves, and roll away. He gave Sven a piteous glare.

"Don't pout like that," Sven told him. "You had it coming." He felt oddly euphoric.

Train managed to hold the pout for another five seconds before he dissolved into laughter, clutching at his sides. Sven stared. "Oh, you should have seen your face," Train managed, between gasps. "Totally worth it. Feel better now? 'Cause if you do I think I've got a bag of shrimp crackers in my suitcase. It's not much but it'll hold us until morning."

Sven's mouth dropped open.

"Breakfast is on me, okay?"

"You - We can't use our cards! We're on the run!"

"Not a problem, Svenny-baby." Train fished in his pocket, then proudly produced a wad of cash. Seven hundred, Sven guessed. "Remember the old lady in Lorraine? I was keeping it for something special and, well, I guess we get a special breakfast!"

His shoulders slumped and he stood up, brushing off his knees. "I should have known better," he muttered. "Come on, let's not stay out here. We might get eaten by vicious rabbits."

Train's hoots of laughter trailed him all the way back to the car.