Cammie and Kyle - oh, just BITE ME.

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Kyle helps Cammie ditch her suit. Well, he helps her ditch about 2 inches of the arm of her skinsuit, and then throws up.



Cammie Black was one of the few people who just took Kyle's rage in stride, without trying to get him to calm down or arguing with him about it's validity. Sometimes, that was exactly what Kyle needed, and he'd spent a few hours just kind of hanging out with her and having conversations that basically boiled down to mutual declarations of "Fuck. This. Shit". But this time, he sought her out with purpose, and two bottles, one with water, and one with some kind of blue liquid in it. "Yo. I come bearing like, antifreeze and shit."

"Gimme," Cammie said, reaching with her right hand for the antifreeze. With things back on, she needed something to start building some power back, and the quickest way to do that was ingesting things for fun and profit, "You're my hero; let's fuck," she said as a joke before downing most of the antifreeze in one long drink.

"Can't. My girlfriend's somewhere in that fucking Citadel, and you know, you've got a poison vag." Kyle said, snorting out a laugh. "There's better part of half a bottle over in camp, and they found some bleach and gasoline. Might make napalm out of it" And what the fuck, he thought, that he could even say that so casually. "But you can probably dibs some." He sat down on the cracked wood plank next to Cammie and nudged her with his shoulder. "Your hand's starting to smell like you again. You know, sour and like it's hurt if someone licked it."

"Yeah, fat lot of good it does stuck where it is," Cammie muttered, "But I could drink some bleach. Maybe they'll give me a bottle of each. Napalm... fuck no, that shit would burn," and she wasn't immune that that, "And not in the good way."

Kyle cocked his head at Cammie, and then at her suit-covered arm. "Right, if you wrap it up too tight, your poison stays put, right? And these things are skin tight..." His claws scraped against his own suit, and he grunted. "Fucking -hate- these things, but that Ransome chick said you take too much off and you go into shock, even with my healing factor it might fuck me up." He scratched his hair, hating the itchy not-clean feeling, and then showed Cammie the frayed wrist of his suit. "I kept picking at it though."

"How's it put you in shock?" Cammie asked, if it was chemical, it wouldn't do a damn thing to her, "Because I want this shit OFF my arm. I never even fucking bind it this tight," she said. Without binding, she could actually push the poison down from the lymph node (at least how it was explained to her by the doctors at the Institute). Without being able to push, she wouldn't be able to do more than make someone slightly crazy.

"Fucked if I know. Needles or some shit." Kyle said. He rested his elbows on his knees and looked at Cammie. "How poisonous are you right now? You trust me?"

"I dunno, less than normal a bit. So, well, mild I guess? Is there a scale from one to ten or something?" Cammie had no clue about how to qualify it. It wasn't something she normally thought of in any sort of quantity. "And yeah, I trust you. You installed my toilet."

"Okay, on a scale from one to I'll die if I lick you." Kyle said, and while his words were on this side of absurd, his face and voice were deadly serious. "My suit hates my claws, but not my teeth." He showed Cammie his wrist, where the suit was definitely worn, and a tiny bit of his skin showed through. "But I need you to, well, tell me the second you start feeling like crap at all, like dizzy or shit, and are gonna have to let me gnaw on you some. I won't break skin, even if I gotta stop to puke."

"Well, you won't die if you lick me," Cammie said, "All bets are off if you actually break the skin open though. But you know that, so what the fuck ever," she held out her arm, "Bite me, Kyle Gibney. Bite me hard."

Kyle laughed. "Hopefully I'm just gonna bite the stupid suit." he took her arm at the elbow, gripping it firmly and caught her wrist with his other hand. "Also fuck you if you make any Kyle's A Vampire jokes." He said, before dragging his upper teeth up her wrist until one fang snagged where the material met her skin. It actually took a few tries for the tooth to catch enough material for him to be able to catch with top and bottom teeth, and once he stopped and spat to clear his mouth.

The material gave a little as he pulled, then stretched, and then tore very slowly, before Kyle had to stop and clear his mouth again, taking a drink of water and then spitting it out. "You taste like ass."

"Nah, you can't be a vampire. There's no sparkle," Cammie returned, not moving her arm as he got started. She snorted at the last, "Yeah, well, thems the breaks. I taste like ass so no one else has to. It's my own private burden."

"No like, dizziness, going into shock, wanting to die yet?" Kyle had gotten a tear about an inch up, and his mouth was a little bit not happy with him, like if he'd accidentally eaten one of Wade's tacos or something. "I swear, seriously, you tell anyone I chewed on you, I'm gonna... I'll tell Doug I caught you wearing a pink tutu and Hello Kitty sweater." He snagged the weird cloth again with his teeth again and bit down on it. It was easier this time, since he didn't have to try to get it off her skin to start, but even so, he got another half-inch before he had to stop.

"Feel a little tingly," Cammie admitted, "And go ahead and tell Doug that. Sounds about like what we did when we were fucking anyway. I'm sure he'll get a kick out of it," Cammie returned and then got another look at him, "Fuck, Kyle, you're getting a little green around the gills. I think we're going to have to do this in small spurts. A lot like you in bed."

Kyle made a face but let Cammie have her arm back. "Yeah, I recover fast though." and it was unclear if he meant in bed or in regards to his exposure to Cammie's poison. "Kay, we'll take a break until you're less likely to think I'm gonna be all double-you tee eff about you screwing Doug." He grinned, which turned into a grimace as he turned, bent and proceeded to void the contents of his stomach. "and until I'm not gonna puke again. Jesus."

"Yeah, that happens to a lot of the guys who bite me," Cammie said, not even flinching at the vomit and taking another pull on the bottle of the anti-freeze and handing him the bottle of water he had brought her. At least she thought it was water. He'd know, "Progress though, right?"