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[ Ignacio couldn't remember the last time he was in a car, he couldn't stand them as they represented one of the main pollutants of the world, but Kavinsky presented a pleasant alternative to the gas machines he knew.

As such, he dressed for the occasion and stood outside to wait for his ride just after sunset. He fiddled with his ring idly, his daemon, and then texted Kavinsky shortly after. ]

I hope you have not forgotten about me.

[it's not long before the reply comes, of course.]

what son ever forgets teh guy tryin 2 fuck his mom
;(

[nothing more after that. no eta, no time to meet. but it's less than fifteen minutes later before a sleek little dark red car comes ripping through the trees, headlights glaring off the front. despite the guttural roar of the engine, there's no reek of exhaust, no sign of gas burning in its magical inner-workings at all. in a moment, it comes rumbling up in front of them.

kavinsky's window is open. his arm resting on the top of the door. he tips his spiky head out and says,] Hey, old man. You working tonight?

[ Ignacio glances at the reply and quietly observes that the fledgling is, once again, mentioning Rafa in some capacity. He wonders how deep the obsession goes, but decides not to comment on it this time. Instead, he patiently waits for his arrival and a slow smile spreads on his lips as he observes the vehicle.

The fact that he doesn't smell any unpleasant pollution is a relief, also the color is very attractive. As he approaches, his green eyes run along it from front to back, then settle on the driver. ]

Not tonight. I am all yours, if you will have me.

Sweetheart, I'll have you in every style and then keep you afterward, [kavinsky says, in the tone of a joke. a lewd one. but he's already gotten shot down by ignacio before; why not again? in this particular post-canon timeline, rejection has yet to actually kill him.]

Come on. I'll drive us out, then we switch up. You'll feel up my gearstick. It'll be good.

[clunk. the door unlocks. kavinsky leans across to push it open.]

Would you?

[ He asked calmly as he began to slide into the passenger side of the vehicle. There was a pleased smirk on his face at all the innuendo the youngling threw his way, but he had a feeling that it was all talk. ]

Gladly. Where are you taking me?

[the instant the door clunks shut, kavinsky revs the engine. it still roars and gasps loud in the dark, despite the absence of normal energy transferences and transformations within the engine.

they pull away from the curb so sharply that ignacio feels it in his bones, the slap of force from the leather seat against his spine.]

Forest, sweetheart. The better to see in the dark. How Xistentia suiting your ancient vampire lord tastes? The peace and love kumbaya giving you your fucking migraine yet?

[ It was thrilling, in a strange way, but he was also glad that he didn't have to worry about motion-sickness with the way this fledgling drove. ]

This vehicle can drive through trees?

[ The smirk on his lips continued, as if he was aware of the fact that he was being a smartass. ]

It is less peaceful than my native land. In Spain we do not have the looming threat of erasure to concern ourselves with. I enjoy peace and love, you do not?

No, [kavinsky says. he isn't lying on purpose.] That shit is boring, man. [he is lying by accident. he loves love. sometimes he loves it so much he can't stand it.] Life is a music video.

[it's an old line. that time, it's a joke on purpose. he presses his foot down on the accelerator, rushing them deep into the dark.]

You all jaded from war and serious grown-up shit? I'd name another old man vamp who gone that way, but I figure you'd lose your shit about it. [his idea of being 'good.'] Like getting raped turns chicks gay. [nope.]

[ Ignacio slowly turns his eyes on Kavinsky, gazing at the fledgling who spoke so flippantly about life. His expression was neutral, yet the intensity which radiated from it was anything but. ]

Have you been raped, youngling?

Nah.

[vaguely, kavinsky senses that maybe that was the wrong joke to make. he glances sideways at the older vampire, then looks back at the road. he's quite happy to report that that, in and of itself, never happened.]

Some shady shit, not that. [they swerve down a curve in the road.] Why? You?

When someone is rendered powerless they do not tend to speak of it. Some may, so I was curious if you were making light of it because you had and that was your way of denying it, or perhaps regaining mental power over it.

[ Whether he'd experienced it for himself, he didn't directly say yes or no. It didn't feel like the subject to get into on a nice drive. ]

You are a fan of dark humor, then? Why is that?

I like all humor. I'm funny as fuck, son, [says kavinsky. he is not aware that sometimes he's only funny as fuck because he's the proper subject of jokes, but that's fine. his narcissism protects him in certain ways.] Nah, man. I ain't been raped before.

Some weird shit happened before, but it weren't rape. [he shrugs his skinny shoulders up.] I live a charmed life, sweetheart.

How about you? You done war and shit, huh? Where was your war?

Hm.

[ He wondered how much of that was true, or if it was merely bravado. Either way, he decided he wasn't going to press into Kavinsky's psyche too deeply at the moment. This was supposed to be a pleasant evening. ]

War? That depends on your definition, I suppose. The humans have had many wars with Spain, but my glory days were during the age of exploration. My Conquistadors, where we expanded and took control of all that we saw. Have you heard of them? I know that we are from different worlds, not all history is the same.

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I think I heard of them. [a glance at the older vampire, and one of kavinsky's eyebrows goes way up high on his forehead. iggy sure wasn't lying when he talked about his old-ass old ass, was he? conquistadors. it's been awhile since he spaced out on that class.] Don't they got kind of a shitty rep?

Invaders and murderers or something. The Colonizer. [his wry voice makes that a capital c, with an undercurrent of nasty white boy laughter.] 'Took control.' Guess that sounds good when you the one controlling.

That depends on your perspective. It was not shitty for my kingdom as it brought upon a prosperous era of trade and established our influence on the world. Was it shitty for others? Hm.

[ Ignacio shrugged. ]

The strong survive. As for the weak... does anyone truly care?

Oh cool, [kavinsky says. his voice is flippant. his car rumbles below them. engineless engine noise, tires vibrating with near-nervous energy against the concrete.] So you're saying, I shouldn't give a shit about you unless you're legit, the toughest asshole in the entire fucking multiverse.

I like it. You know, my whole fucking generation, we're big fans of giving no shit.

[but he smiles sideways, and it's easy, offensive but only in the most inoffensive way. it's all fun and games. somehow, living here has made fun and games out of a desperate effort for survival. trees whisk by in the dark.] Maybe you should let me check out your asshole just so I can verify.

Generally, yes. There are exceptions to this, of course. You should protect your family, regardless of their strength. If you are strong, they are strong as well.

[ When Kavinsky made, yet another, lewd proposal in his direction Ignacio decided to test his resolve. With a predatory smirk on his face he turned to leave over the seats to caress his lips to the boy's ear. His fangs just barely nipped the shell, his whisper a low rumble of raw sensuality. ]

Do you truly believe you could handle me, sweetling?

[let's be real, lewd proposals are kavinsky's mother tongue. and the touch to his ear, the gleam of friendly interest in ignacio's ancient eyes-- it's all more than enough to reroute kavinsky's attention.

he brakes. suddenly, if not so suddenly that they end up careening off the road and flipping end over end into a tree. vampire reflexes help with driving. ronan would still be a better driver than he, if he were a vampire too, but that's neither here nor there&mdahs; at least, it's certainly not here right now.]

Why? [his smile is cheeky, bright in the dark. he's already leaning nearer, a low rub of fabric on leather.] You got five assholes or something? My dick could handle it. Promise.

[ He had to admit, that was a far braver response than what he had been expecting. The sudden stop wasn't as surprising, as he was anticipating a reaction like that and had steeled himself for it so he didn't go flying through the windshield. But to have the youth continue to face him down, taunting him go further, it caused a chuckle to crawl up his throat. ]

Darling, when my attentions are focused you would not be begging for my asshole.

[ The slightest prick of his fangs could he felt against Kavinsky's jaw before he spoke again. ]

It would be my bite that you would crave.

[a laughing sneer curls kavinsky's lip. 'asshole' sounds like such a pretty word when ignacio is saying it. some merovingian-level class right there; using silk for toilet tissue.]

Yeah?

[kavinsky's game, though. his eyes glint lambent in the semi-darkness, like the motes of dust rising in front of the car through the high-beams.] I seen that before. When I was human, vamp bites were some good shit. The blood, too. [he'd seen rafa's memories. the way that the addiction hollowed people out, took them over. he stares at ignacio's face, unafraid of it. of any of it. his undead skin broken out into gooseflesh.]

I put my dick in you, you put your teeth in me, [his eyes are hooded, despite their gleam. lazy. baby tiger sizing up a bigger cat's paw.] That'd be some metaphorical sixty-nine bullshit right there.

They are.

[ Ignacio spoke as if he was keenly aware of the power that vampires had over others. His look was intense, as was the confident that radiated from him, as if he knew he was in complete control of this entire situation despite the fact that it was Kavinsky who was behind the wheel. Their faces were close, so close that if they were the sort to breathe they would be sharing breaths. ]

An interesting proposal. [ he began, and for a moment it seemed as though he might devour the fledgling whole- but then that metaphorical magic ceased as he began to ease back into his seat. ] However, I am courting your sire at the moment. Out of respect for him I must ask for his permission to engage in such acts with you. [ protocol and all. ]

[to be fair, if kavinsky were to wrap the car around a tree in a fit of pique (as this particular baby vampire does sometimes fit in pique), he would probably be in worse shape after it than ignacio would be. despite not having his hands on the wheel, the older vampire exerts a considerable amount of control over the situation. which is also quite noticeable when kavinsky straightens, his dark eyebrows digging down low, then says:]

WHAT?

[like he's in some chick flick, his indignance echoing off the trees, waking the then-sleeping birds up in a startled rustle.] Are you fucking shitting me? You're gonna ask my mom if we can fuck?

[ The youngling's reaction was amusing, yet there was a part of him that was deeply annoyed. In his kingdom the young were raised with far more respect for their elders, keenly aware of the law of the land which demanded they stay smart and safe. This one led a chaotic life, so unlike how he would raise a fledge- but this was Rafa's decision and Ignacio had no desire to question it. ]

Your sire, yes. Even if I was not courting him, I would still ask out of respect. I understand that you may not have the same protocol in your family, but it is mine.

[ A slight smirk began to play at his lips. ] Do you not believe me worth the wait?

The wait ruins the fucking mood a little bit, don't you think? [kavinsky says, curling his lip.] Especially when I'm being handled like I'm four fucking years old.

[he slaps the steering wheel. but then he also releases his seatbelt, his gaunt face deeply unimpressed.] Whatever, man. Okay. [his deep unimpressedness is actually edged a little bit with amusement. kavinsky isn't very good at irony, but he compulsively has to add a thick layer of polish (or hairgel) to anything, even at his most sincere. in his deepest throes of angst, he'd stood on a car in the middle of a party and brought a monster onto himself.]

Come on. Get in this seat. You don't gotta ask Rafa's permission to learn how to drive, do you?

The wait builds the anticipation and pressure, similar to an orgasm one is constantly staving off.

[ His chuckle was low, his eyes not even flicking in the direction of where the boy slapped his car like a babe throwing a fit. The lack of discipline was unacceptable, but Ignacio did nothing about it.

With ease, he lifted the youth from his seat and brought him into his lap. Their faces were inches away, his gaze intense but severe, then he rotated so that he could place him into his seat while moving into the driver's side. He settled in his seat as if that dance he just performed was second-nature to him, one hand set confidently on the wheel. ]

I do not need permission to do anything.

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