bluescreenwhitedragon | Imeeji: IC Continuations

[ Chuckling a bit under his breath. ]

Yes, stroking my ego will get you everywhere.

[Stroking his ego, huh? Intensity responds by dragging his hands up King's sides]

As your rival, you're only allowed to lose to me.

All the other losers are barely worth crushing under your heel.

[ He laughs, squirming a little ]

It's starting to sound like I'd better buy the next memory, before we get carried away.

[Game.

Make outs with King.

Game.

Make outs with King.

That's like having to choose between his two favorite ice cream flavors (if he liked ice cream).]

Sounds like a you problem.

[And proceeds to show no signs of stopping his wandering fingers]

[ Capturing those wandering fingers with his own. ]

After I win this bet, you can do that as much as you like for a solid week.

[Lacing their fingers together]

You're going to regret...

[Wait]

[Huffs]

I'm not losing.

[ Laughing at that slip-up like the asshole he is.

And using his free hand to hit the "buy memory" button.

Uh oh, it's rival feelings time. ]

[As if it wasn't rival feelings time 24/7!!!

But oh.

He's cheerleading for King. "Cheerleading." To beat god. So they can fight against each other in the tournament.

If that isn't peak romance, then I dunno what----?

Hey!

Did that memory really leave off on a cliffhanger?

...

Also, if this was supposed to stop him from wanting to throw down his rival and take him on the altar again, this hilariously is not the way to do it. Huffing, Intensity shifts uncomfortably underneath King.

Maybe he could just---]

[ Yeah, about that.

Listen.

He just relived the whole thing, emotions and all.

So nobody can blame him for twisting in Intensity's lap so he can shove him back against the pew and furiously kiss him.

No one expects a suckerpunch of past life rival feelings in the middle of present rival feelings!! ]

[I---

This is probably not how the duel ended -- is the last coherent thought Intensity has before he is thoroughly kissed. Fine by him, the past is stupid a n y w a y!

He threads his fingers through King's hair, gripping tight and ankle catching King's to reel him in closer---

Yes. Yes!

This is what he was after. His fucking hot unbeatable, untameable rival.]

[ King is still determined to win this duel. He's just-- momentarily distracted.

Priorities!

Remembering such a low point, and then being forcibly hauled up by Intensity whether he lieks it or not -- that's fitting, isn't it? They really have done this dance across multiple universes and time periods.

And they've always been rivals, waiting for no one but each other.

Yes -- what a rare, nice, affirming memory that is.

Intensity's reward is King attempting to steal the very air from his lungs. ]

Edited 2020-04-09 04:44 (UTC)

[Priorities!

Intensity doesn't quite understand the source of the enthusiasm, but he'll take it. Greedily even.

He nips on King's lower lip and grips at any expanse of clothing he can reach, pulling him flush against again him.

Multiple universes, indeed.]

[ Listen. They both have their turn-ons.

King chuckles low under his breath as Intensity pulls him closer, speaking the next words without bothering to pull away. ]

So you were saving yourself for me even in a past life.

[He catches King's lower lip between his teeth, no fangs to make that truly a stinging sensation. But he manages well enough.]

I only have one worthy rival. Only one person ignite a fire that hot inside me.

[Fingers curl against his shoulderblades, stroking the juncture between wings and flesh.]

Saving myself? Ha!

That makes it sound so passive.

I've chased you the moment I saw you for two lifetimes now.

[ At the brush of Intensity's fingers, his wings unfold, stretching outward. His own fingers sliding up into Intensity's hair. ]

Yes.

And it seems in doing so you've allowed me to capture the power of gods and rise from the dead.

[ And that's just what they know of so far ]

[He makes a soft exhale at that, and King will more feel than see that slow widening smirk]

It's almost like you don't believe in your own divinity.

Your Excellency~

I guess not.

[ His fingers shift, nails this time. ]

Does that make it your job to convince me?

[He exhales sharply through his teeth, head tilting forward with the motion as King's fingers dig into his scalp]

Then. I. will.

Even if it takes an eternity.

[A light, not-sane-at-all chuckle]

And I hope it does.

[And before King can counter, he leans down the rest of the way to capture King's lips again in a breathless kiss]

[ King grins into the kiss, not at all discouraged by the unhinged laughter. He even saves the next quip for after they're both kissed breathless. ]

I'll be sure to stubbornly refuse persuasion. For your pleasure, of course.

How benevolent of you.

[And it's Intensity's turn to use his nails. This time across the webbing of King's wings. Briefly looking over his shoulder to enjoy the reaction before settling back to look at King himself]

If ultimately futile.

Heh. There's no victory if you don't struggle. If I don't earn it.

Ah--

[ Sudden nails on uniquely delicate skin is sufficient enough distraction that he forgets any quip he might have been preparing. ]

[ . . .

Cute.

(Dare he think adorable.)]

That's a good look on you.

[ --Huffs, deliberately relaxing his wings. ]

I see I let you get too far in distracting me.

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