bluescreenwhitedragon | IC Inbox [2]

[Intensity pulls his hand back for just a moment, exhaling one long unsteady breath, before settling it back on top of King's. He's not even bothering to take this high ground from him as he indulgently relishes in each touch against his own skin.]

Then I won't disappoint.

[He says as he rolls off of King in perhaps direction opposition to what he was just saying, their hands still connected of course.]

[ He ruthlessly fights down a sound of objection when Intensity rolls off, but the connection of their hands placates him. He never stops stroking with his fingers the whole time. ]

You never do.

[He stands up to his full height off one side of the bed.]

Step one.

[And soon King will find himself at a higher vantage point as well - almost as if he is floating in space. Bless FiN powers (in this case specifically polarize) for creating a repelling force between King and the bed that gravity does not have the power to overcome.

And the grounding point? Their joined hands, of course.]

Remove everything else not me that's touching you. We simply can't have that, now can we?

[ Excuse him

WHAT?? ]

Whoa--!

[While King is gaping like a fish, Intensity takes this prime opportunity to tug at the clasp on his cloak so that it falls to a heap on the bed.]

[ His eyes flick to the side to catch that movement out of the corner of his eye, then chuckles under his breath. ]

I see you still had some surprises up your sleeve that you were keeping from me.

Your fault for underestimating me. But. For the record---

[As he situates himself back on the bed on his knees in front of King]

This is a field card, not a trap.

[And he settles his free hand at the small of King's back]

And I would stay above the bed if you don't want a sudden and nasty fall.

[ His back arches again as he smirks ]

You'd catch me.

[It's clear he's about to say something arrogant as Intensity is wont to do.

But then.]

Shall we test that theory?

[As he is already attempting to tug King off the bed]

[ Well

How much can he really do against this, given his position? ]

[Nothing, really. But isn't that the point? At least for Intensity anyway.

As soon as they reach the thresh hold of the bed, the ability fades leaving King to indeed fall into Intensity's arms. Which is going to be a noodle catch like this, let's be honest.

Except for he still hasn't let go of King's hand.]

[ . . . Adorable.

He laughs, at least until the urge to lean in and kiss him senseless overpowers everything else. ]

[Is King making fun of his strong manly---

Oh. Never mind. Being kissed short circuits whatever complaints he may or may not have had.

Except for that little nagging though that he has somehow not only lost the high ground, but also King is topping him again.

. . . Damn it.]

[ It's not his fault Intensity makes it so easy!

And when he does pull back (only a little!), all he has to say is: ]

I love you.

[Hey. Did it suddenly get really quiet in here? Like quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Or hear the rustling of the lotus petals in the pond.

For the first few seconds, Intensity just stares in slack jawed non-comprehension until his mind slowly starts to process exactly what King said.]

[Which then plummets him headfirst into the four stages of ... whatever this is.

Stage 1: Denial

Surely, he misheard what King just said. Surely. Even in his wildest fantasies, those words never come out of King's mouth. Was not even programmed into his AI. Because feelings are weak (sure, they are, Intensity. sure, they are). And they are lifelong rivals. Not---]

[Stage 2: Anger

He takes a step back, which really doesn't help give him any distance since yanno, he's holding onto King.

And sputters:]

You can't just---

[Say that.

Like an emotionally competent person.

How dare you!]

[Stage 3: Bargaining

Surely this is the alcohol talking. Or a game effect. Or something else.

Except King is under none of those influences right now, so---

FUCK]

[Stage 4: Acceptance

He is so red right now with no comeback -- witty, snarky, asshole-ish or otherwise -- to save him.

In fact, all that comes out of his mouth is just a embarrassed choked noise]

[ That's his emotionally constipated idiot rival.

Somehow this reaction earns nothing but even more fondness as King just leans in to kiss him again. ]

[He's still too flabbergasted to respond to that kiss properly. It's actually a small miracle he has not dropped King.

(Just kidding! He is clinging to him tighter than ever at this very moment. You'd have to pry King out of his hands with a crowbar.)

But still.

Somewhere deep down. Buried in all those unused parts of himself.

... Seems like he should say something back.]

[ Well.

King doesn't seem to be waiting for any kind of response, based on how he presses deeper into the kiss, his free hand scraping nails down the back of Intensity's neck. ]

[That results in a whole body shiver, knees temporarily going weak before Intensity locks them into place again.

And with King pressing that close against him, there is no opportunity to say anything anyway, so---

He kisses King back just as fiercely. As if King were the only oasis in a sea of sand and sun and emptiness. As if he could give King the moon and the stars and whatever he wanted just by asking for it.

I'm yours. Forever.

(I ---- you, too.)]

[ Beautiful.

King pulls back again eventually, lips curled into a grin against Intensity's. ]

Ah, but don't let me distract you.

[S T O P.

You. absolute. menace.

His words are somehow steadier than the arms that are holding King. Somehow...]

Hmph. I thought that was the point. To drive each other to distraction. So that we're reduced to nothing but this and the duel in front us.

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1/??? however long it takes to have an emotional breakdown

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Done

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