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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

"This is Intensity. Leave a message."

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Were you just going to let me strangle you until you passed out?

[puzzlekeeper]

Probably.

Would that have solved your problems?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Obviously not.

In fact, it would create more problems.

Like you being upset with me. Which you might already be.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Neither confirming or denying that. ]

Perhaps it's time to rethink your strategy, then.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

My original strategy was to brood by myself in my lab which you also took issue with.

[puzzlekeeper]

Yes.

And I'm not leaving, so if you really do want to be rid of me, then you'll have to strangle me unconscious after all.

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

But---

[Error. Error. This does not computer]

That's...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Fine. Fine.

[Flops bonelessly on King]

I'll rest. That's what you fucking want, right?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ The arm around him shifts so that he can run his fingers soothingly down the back of Intensity's neck. ]

Yes.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[His reply to that is muffled into the front of King's shirt. Which is probably for the best because it is not G-rated.

Point: King.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He's not counting it, since he had to be thrown from a great height and then strangled for it. STEEP PRICE.

But his other arm does go around Intensity, holding on through the grumbling and complaining. ]

Then, do you want to relocate?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[You have the patience of a god, bae. It's true.

Too bad it is wasted on this ungrateful asshole.

Still muffled:]

Fine. I don't care where.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Well then. He tilts his head to press a kiss to the side of Intensity's throat, then slowly urges him up so that he can give Blue Eyes directions. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Some of the tension finally starts bleeding out at the kiss to his throat.

And when King does sit the both of them up, he wraps one arm around King's waist and presses his forehead up against his shoulder.

Very much dead weight.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ That's fine. He's easier to deal with this way.

It's not too long before the hotel comes back into view, but instead of approaching fin's balcony or the front entrance, he has Blue Eyes loop around a few times until he finds just the right window -- slightly ajar, enough for him to pull open when he has Blue Eyes swoop in close. ]

Here.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He slides off of Blue Eyes and into his room, gripping King's wrist and pulling him inside after him]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ King follows him easily, giving Blue Eyes a grateful parting pat as he hops off.

The room is the same as the last time Intensity saw it, except the windows no longer display anything but a view of the city outside, and the skylight brings in enough beams of moonlight to see by, reflecting gently off the lotus pond.

King bypasses all of it in favor of dragging Intensity over to the enormous bed and pulling him down onto it. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He looks up at the skylight, briefly wondering how you can get moonlight coming in when this isn't the top floor---





But oh right. Yes. Getting tugged onto the bed now.

Now that King has cleared multiple murder attempt hurdles, it appears he is quite docile.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ If only he'd known multiple murder attempts is all it takes!

Whatever.

More importantly, he's resuming the position they found themselves in on Blue Eyes, except how he whips off the cape (in an unnecessarily dramatic fashion. Habits.) so that he can drape it over both of them at once. Fingers tracing lightly down Intensity's spine once that's done, breath steady and even against his neck. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[What would King be without his dramatics?

And once both of them are settled, Intensity's own fingers drift to King's neck to lightly stroke the skin there. Gentle explorations with just his fingertips]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Dead inside, probably. Watch for that.

His neck is sporting some very ugly bruises at the moment, surprise surprise. Not quite the usual post-festivities marks.

He tenses just slightly at the touch, but not enough that he stops the slide of his own fingers, or the careful rhythm of his breaths. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He lets this continue for a long few moments before pushing himself up on his elbows and attempts to get a good look at King's expression]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Perfectly neutral.

Though perhaps that doesn't help him with whatever answer he's looking for. ]

What is it?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It does not, but perhaps he doesn't need it after all. Fuck knows he was usually bad at reading the room anyway.

So instead of answering King's question, he ducks his head low - kissing juncture of King's jaw and neck. And then lower still, past the purpling marks left by his own hands to place a series of chaste kisses below them. A strip at the very base of King's neck]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He exhales slightly when Intensity avoids the painful skin, some of the tension seeping out again.

And after a moment, he tips his head back to give Intensity better access to the rest of it, fingers pressing just a bit harder into his back. ]