A single flame

It wasn't the first night Sam would be spending in this weird-ass mansion thing, but every time she walked down the long dorm hall it still seemed strange. Odd occurrences on every trip didn't hurt the feeling either.
Tonight, it was that odd crackling that caught her attention, coming from.... she couldn't quite place it. Creeping down the long hall, she followed the noise. The thick darkness seemed to mask the sound, but she slowly came to recognize it. *fire* she realized. And from Cutter's room no less. Not that it really surprised her, actually, the Idea of the pyrokinetic's room being on fire seemed almost... obvious. But Sam's better judgment told her that it was best to check on it anyway. Loose fire without Cutter around had a pretty good chance of burning the whole place down.
She pushed on the door expecting to find it open, as Cutter often left it when he wasn't there. The door didn't budge... Sam smiled slowly. *A perfect chance to get the drop on him* Any chance she could get to embarrass Cutter somehow she was gonna take. The lock popped fairly easily with a simple paperclip. But when Sam pushed the door open a crack, she saw something she was definitely NOT expecting.
The room was pitch dark, except for one flame. The flame flickered and danced violently in Cutter's outstretched hand, casting an uneven glitter across the bare room. On the floor was Cutter, shirtless and with his back to the wall, his green eyes hazily focused on his creation. Beads of sweat caught the flame's light, spreading it across his flushed skin in a dim glow as his chest rose and fell rapidly. His mouth was slack, allowing his tongue to dart out and wet his lips so that they caught the same erotically eerie glow as The rest of his skin. Sam couldn't pull her eyes away. From the wrist holding the flame, a thick ribbon of crimson blood wound down his forearm to where his elbow rested on a knee, then trickled down to pool at his... *oh my God...* A blush spread across Sam's cheeks as She realized *exactly* what he was doing. His legs spread more, giving her the full view. His breathing hitched, just before he let out a low moan. Chills went up Sam's back at the sound. His other hand was working steadily at his crotch and the flames he held danced in time. She could see each of his muscles tense in turn under his taut, pale skin, marred by the hundreds of paper-thin scars. His eyes fluttered, his head dropped back against the wall and his hand sped up. Sam licked her lips, just... watching. *Beautiful....* His breathing was getting shallower, and a fresh trickle of cum glittered on his cock. Sam held her breath. *any second now...*
The flames jumped, searing the ceiling as he arched up from the wall, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a silent groan. He held there, perfectly still for what seemed to Sam like an eternity before he collapsed, panting heavily. As he did, the flame fell from his hand and caught on the old rug. It burned until Cutter reached out weakly, gesturing the small fire out of existence. Just before it died, Sam caught sight of more scorch marks littered across the room, and her mind suddenly filled with carnal images of what she now knew each one meant.