f2020 | 01 🩸 the little crow of your lungs kicking

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01 🩸 the little crow of your lungs kicking

WHO: Joseph Kavinsky, and various CR
WHERE: The White Tower, generally
WHEN: ~2019, at least one fateful night
WHAT: Backdated adventures with the right-hand man of High Chancellor Stark; hit me up at

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WARNINGS: NSFW/ish likely, references to violence, trauma, etc.

closed to josh;

[sneaking around with a teleporter is easier than it might be with someone who has different powers. one minute, you're overlooking the matter-disintegrating cosmic radiation fields of the florida peninsula, in a deserted overlook.

the next, you're snaping across a sequence of rooftops, a boy on your arm. snap, snap, snap, a dream thief's hand on your arm, teeth bright with: hello.

many hotels in the white city are utterly ridiculous. this one, they've been to before, and this is no exception: it has mirror ceilings and floor-length closed-circuit aquariums full of fish that seem to be constantly breeding. most of the furniture is black, the walls graduating ombre from deep indigo to lurid red. the bed is huge. most of their fucking takes place on it, giving the bedsprings a proper workout. if you ran a blacklight over this place, it'd look like a biological nightmare.

kavinsky smokes in here because-- of course he does. ash snowing diminutive grey flurries on the bed, blowing rings over the gold horizon of josh's temple.]

This, [he says, holding out the cigarette by way of demonstration, his hollow eyes crinkled into a smile,] I only do with you.

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You ever think being here with you is my self-care?

[ his arm shifts, eyes opening to take in the sight. the expression is beyond fond, sparked with just a hint of desire.

the pro (or con) with getting involved with a biokinetic is that he never runs out of stamina. and he can make sure you're on his level. he brings a hand up to brush along kavinsky's jaw. ]

Dead set on Hawaii? Or can we make a travel plan?

[there's another kiss, an inch below the first. then a nuzzle of kavinsky's nose in the nest of pale hair down below.]

I could've guessed I'm your 'self-care,' [he says.] But I'm pretty sure that says more about your idea of self-care than it does about how good you're taking care of yourself. [there's a flash of a smile from the horizon of josh's tummy.]

You can make a travel plan, but like I said. You laying off some of the work is part of the deal.

[does kavinsky know that it's the white tower, krakoa's tense relationship with it, that drives so much of that work? it's hard to tell, from his benign and cheerful face.]

[ a thoughtful hum. the hand on his jaw trails up to his hair, leaving a wake of heat and energy. ]

You drive a hard bargain. [ how would he explain it though? that's the real question. it's not uncommon he just locks himself in the house for a few days just to try to get a little rest, but laurie and david still have keys. ] I'll dump all my responsibilities on Jane and Rimuru for a week. No paperwork, no amplifiers, and all texts left on read.

[ speaking of, his attention turns away from kavinsky's downward trend just long enough to grab his phone and turn it off. he holds up the blank screen for show, setting it back on the night table and folding an arm behind his head. ]

I only do this with you.

[to be fair, david can probably turn on josh's phone again if things are really dire. same for kavinsky and his chancellor, really.

but it's still fun. kavinsky likes it. there are an endless range of games that he likes in this world.]

A week? [he runs his hand up josh's thigh, his eyes slitted thoughtfully.] This like a daisy chain of day trips out, or you actually want to tour the ImPort cities? A ImPort city?

[it's not impossible to plan around the seventy two hour death window, but it does require planning. a lot of it. the tower has far more enemies than krakoa, so while kavinsky's up to the challenge, he does recognize it.]

What you got against Hawaii?

Nothing. Dated a girl from Hawaii way back when, she talked about it really fondly.

[ before he came here. back home. ghosted her when shit got real. alani ryan is owed an apology he never actually got to give her, and probably never will. ]

I don't wanna fuck with other factions, but like, [ he sighs contentedly, power flaring at the touch. a nice rush of chemical pleasure surges through kavinsky's system. ] we could bounce around neutral territory and come back, right? All the places I wanna see again are on the ass end of nowhere.

Edited 2020-09-14 08:17 (UTC)

[endorphins are fun. kavinsky smiles, then blows a raspberry on the flat of josh's tummy, even if there isn't really much blubber there to vibrate off of.]

Means you're gonna spend a lot of in-between time at the Tower, [kavinsky points out, but he knows he's pointing out the obvious; no need to belabor the point.] I'm game. Where the fuck are these places you wanna go, exactly?

[he lurches halfway upright. reaches past josh's head to the nightstand, calling up the ai to turn the mic on again.] Yo. Hologram us a map of the world, please and thank you.

[and there it goes. blooming like an aurora overhead.]

[ he sits up, taking a moment to marvel at the hologram. the ais in place sort of freak him out - its a mutant thing, he's starting to realize. there's something unnerving about humans compensating for the stop to their evolution with technology.

and shrugs. they're allied factions, right? so long as he sticks near kavinsky it should be fine.

he reaches up, twists it just so. ]

Off the top of my head... Here. [ he highlights tibet, towards the specific mountain he's familiar with. xorn's temple won't be there, but the landscape is sure to be just as breathtaking. and quiet. peaceful.

another gesture towards the countrysides of croatia. ] and here.

[ he draws his hands back, considering the world as a whole for a moment.

its not exactly glitz and glam. kavinsky won't get much out of what he wants. not unless they decide to get a little outdoorsy - which honestly, not the worst idea he's ever heard. but still. ]

And anywhere else you wanna go.

Edited 2020-09-14 08:43 (UTC)

[there's a sidelong look from kavinsky, watching the mutant's reaction to the ai technology. bemused, but not particularly interested in engaging. only in josh's homeworld was 'evolution' held up-- or denigrated-- in such a way, and the language around 'genetic mutation' as often about reality-defying superpowers than say, cancer, disability.

he studies the places that josh points out on the map. indeed, they hardly look like the sexiest resort destinations on the planet, but he doesn't mind; that's not the part he has questions about.]

This more of your past again? [he asks.] People you knew, shit you did in the old world? As opposed to say, you never seen the view from Mount Fuji, or gone zip-lining in the cloud forests.

They're places I miss? Call it my past if you wanna.

[ Croatia had been its own unique nightmare. He'd died there, woken up without any actual means to get home, and had been stuck wandering until he reached out to someone to come get him. It had been a place of rebirth. And Tibet had been where he'd learned control.

He spins the globe around on its axis. ]

Talk dream vacation to me.

If you been there before, it's your past, [kavinsky says, but it's not a real argument. by now, it's a foregone conclusion: the past comes up often for mutants. kavinsky is aware that even-- especially-- krakoa is not a name unique to this world.]

Twenty gallons of gatorade, a bed, and you, [he says.] The latest sushi place downtown, and you. [public apperance, he means, but it's not a guilt trip; it's a dream.] I may have a small problem where I like where I live and where I'm at, but I guess I could try real hard and find something to angst about...

[there's the slightest note of teasing in that. he picks up one of josh's feet and rubs his fingers along the bridge, working at muscles that don't need help, but probably like the contact.] Guess we could fuck off to Bulgaria or Virginia. Wouldn't mind visiting some old haunts. [it'll be-- what. a trip down nostalgia lane? kavinsky doesn't need to do it, but he suspects that the self-disclosure would mean something to josh; he's pretty confident that it means something to josh to self-disclose to him.]

Edited (MY GLASSES) 2020-09-15 01:55 (UTC)

[ if only.

he thinks maybe he should point out that by kavinsky's own definition, kavinsky himself is his past. something he should have left behind when he began marching in a new direction. the fact that this is a secret, something forced to exist behind the closed doors of hotels and stolen moments at the synod, should be enough to stop.

but it isn't. ]

Yeah. I like that. [ he shuts his eyes and groans at the touch. ] I think I still remember a little Bulgarian.

[ not enough to be useful. bits and pieces, sweet nothings and filthy dirty talk. josh considers for just a moment, enjoying the touch. before his eyes open and he reaches for the globe again, spinning it around until he remembers where exactly he's thinking of. ]

We can cap it off by partying in Ibiza. [ he taps the dot on the map, flashing kavinsky a brilliant grin. ] We can get some disguises, I can de-gold for a bit. Some new memories to send off all the old.

[that certainly does seem to be the mutant paradigm. kavinsky's long since decided he doesn't mind. he's very future-oriented, and the white tower has always taught him that he can have it all. illicit trysts with josh, fame and power within the tower itself. hardly incompatible.

he believes himself to be doing his part: a good host with josh, a dedicated lieutenant to tony, a faithful citizen behind rey, a comrade to hundreds of other residents. what more could he want, really?

besides ibiza. josh can see it plainly: his face lights up at that.]

That, [he says, pausing on josh's foot massage to poke the map overhead. ibiza.] sounds dope. I'll make you your own custom magic x.

Right?

[ so long as they don't stand out they can get away with it, he's sure. hiding in plain sight should be easy enough so long as they're hanging out in the right areas and he isn't immediately recognizable.

he leans forward to steal a kiss, grinning against his lips before he leans back on his elbows. give him a second and he'll bring up a list of clubs. ]

How's that for a real vacation?

Sweet as fuck.

[fucking you specifically, says the waggle of kavinsky's brows. but then he's above saying that out loud now. he smoothes his thumb up josh's shin, up to his knee, shaping his fingers around the cap of it, even as he raises the mutant's whole leg up onto his shoulder.]

AI, map us a course, [kavinsky instructs the computer. he adds a few other parameters: stops lasting only 36 hours at most, one-way turbo-powered flights, no stops. kavinsky studies the screen just long enough to see an itinerary start to piece itself together, then returns his eyes to josh.]

You know I'm just fucking with you a little, about the past. I don't mind. I know you don't like the way the present or the future looks. [see! for a heartless capitalist— and not an actual boyfriend, he's a better boyfriend than he's ever been in any world.]

[ josh bends easily, he's more flexible than any human really should be. his hand skims down kavinsky's chest, tweaking a nipple playfully. ]

Dude, I know it gets under your skin. [ he meets his gaze, quirking one pale eyebrow. ] It gets under mine too.

[ he glances above them, at the path being lain out. ]

I'm no leader. Like, I shouldn't be doing what I'm doing. But the others... [ are too 'innocent'? 'sheltered'? 'naive'? none of those describe them in the slightest. he shakes his head, letting the thought trail off. ] So I just keep looking behind me to try to figure out what mistakes to avoid... and I keep taking too much on myself because healing is the only thing I know I do good.

[ a beat. ]

Other than sex. I'm pretty good at that. [ especially fucking the enemy. maybe he should've tried crawling into stark's bed. ]

I dunno if it 'gets under my skin,' exactly. [there's been a smile lingering on kavinsky's face ever since the nipple tweak.]

Honestly, it probably makes you-- [he almost says, like tony stark but thinks the better of it,] good at leading people. Even if it don't come naturally. Besides, everybody likes a reluctant leader. Ain't that half the books we read?

[kavinsky lets josh's leg skid down his arm. he crawls up closer, the sheet bunching between their groins as he squeezes up between josh's thighs.]

I just think of your history like it's your other tragic love. [a beat.] I dunno. One of five. Three. However many. Remember when we read Pride and Prejudice in school? [in this world, kavinsky actually did the reading.] 'I have the utmost respect for your nerves. They've been my constant companion these twenty years.' That's me and your past.

[and with that, kavinsky whisks the sheet out from between their bodies.] You ever been to Ibiza?

You're kind of a nerd sometimes, you know that?

[ josh snorts. he was far from a dedicated student, though between david, laurie, and kavinsky himself he'd managed to squeak by and actually get a diploma. ]

And nah. [ he spreads his legs invitingly. ] Always wanted to.

Get with the zeigeist, Foley. Nerds are hot in this world.

[kavinsky rubs his fingers down josh's sides, his hips. gives his dick a friendly pump, but then he's busy grabbing the mutant's butt. greedily watching how the gleam of josh's strange, glowing skin folds in the light, under his fingers. the unimaginable physics of it.

yes, nerdy.]

What's 'always?' [kavinsky stoops down, stealing a kiss. planing his hands up josh's thighs.] Even before your mutation showed up?

Yeah, like, because of that song? Y'know, [ he hums a few bars of a song, walking his fingers along kavinsky's sides. ] Woah! [ he punctuates it by stealing another kiss. ] We're going to Ibiza! We're gonna have a party in the Mediterranean sea.

[ its an oldie here in the year 2020. not something that a twenty-something year old should've been blasting on the radio he was thirteen and smoking in his bedroom. but that's the miracle of timelines.

the walking fingers turn to gently scratching his nails along his back, leaving tingles in their wake]

It made it seem like a good time.

It's gonna be, [kavinsky says with absolute certainty and a smarmy grin that suggests he's thinking less about their globe-trotting adventures, trademarked and pending, and more about the here and now.

he snacks off two more kisses with these loud, unabashed sticky sounds, his tattooed fingers winding through the white locks of josh's hair. subtle shivers going down his sides. the idea is to command all of josh's attention, at least for awhile. until he has to go back to real life. kavinsky's good at that; he makes dreams.]

Here or the shower?

Here.

[ he's got it, hands sliding down to palm kavinsky's bare ass as he pulls him flush to him. the subject is changed, focus effectively shifted. its hard to focus on darkness of the world or his own impending existential crisis when sex is immediately before him.

josh is nothing if not a simple man.

his lips stray from kavinsky's, trailing up his jaw to nip at his earlobe. ]

I wanna memorize how you feel.

[there's a laugh, airy and hot against the incline of josh's cheek. followed by an affectionate peck. kavinsky snags the other boy by the back of his knee, hoisting his leg up high.]

You'd think you would've done that by now. It's been a couple years, sweetheart.

[but his finger is already hooking in to find ingress into josh's body, to check if the slick mess down there is still enough not to have to re-up the lube. kavinsky smiles against his lover's eyes, looking for that tiny discreet change in the white-on-white color of it that marks the change of sensation, that adorable little catch in his voice.]

I'm a slow learner.

[ pale pupils dilating in a rush of pleasure, there's a hitch in his breath as those fingers sink home, still ready and all too eager to take him again. ]

Call it dickslyexia.

[kavinsky laughs again. it's a familiar sound to the biokinetic now, indulgent and airy, lapping up the underside of josh's jaw.]

I guess it's dicking 101 for you then, sweetheart.

[smack. there's a smart sound when the palm of kavinsky's hand strikes the shiny side of josh's arse, sending a ripple of reflected light through his metallic skin and muscle.] Hey. [the smile spreads across kavinsky's face, sly and bright.] Make me put out enough precum that I don't gotta use lube, will you? We got a vacation to practice for.

[it's a good time, fucking somebody who can make you into a superpowered porn star, with the dignity afforded by privacy.]

Look at me. I want to see your face when you feel it.

[he spreads his hands over josh's hips and bends in. lines his dick up. and that's how they are, in that cinch of passion and powers, talking about a future they have no way of knowing will refuse to arrive.]

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