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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.

[shunted around like a -- baby? a doll. a surprisingly manageable baby car seat. one minute he's in the driver's seat. the next, they've switched, and he's watching ignacio move himself over as meticulously as a praying mantis picking a different angle to hunt from on a branch. mostly, kavinsky's surprised that he wasn't himself brained against the ceiling of the car at some point during the move.]

So what does that make this shit with Raf? [his eyebrows go up on his face.] Some kind of BDSM harem law?

[he laughs like a hyena, a short bark, nearly bitter in the dark. he cranks the lever on the side of his chair, forcing the back down so he can ~~sulk~~ relax.]

Respect, nothing more and nothing less.

[ Ignacio said as if it were the simplest thing in the world, something that everyone understood. ]

Have you no experience with such things, sweetling? Perhaps I can teach it to you as you teach me to drive.

If you're gonna take my pants off and spank me real hard, I need you to know, that ain't my kink, [says kavinsky, who is definitely kind of lying about that. it's a little his kink. not maximum, but-- a lot.] But that's fine. You just focus on learning how to drive, baby. Aretha Franklin can chime in later.

[he leans over and taps ignacio's thigh. the instructions then are short and sweet and interspersed with a lot of fucks. turn on the car, release the clutch, throw in a little gas. wheel turn. kavinsky leans nearer than he has to in order to deliver the instructions, his lips big and dewy, hovering off the corner of the older vampire's shoulder. it is perhaps, not entirely respectful, his voice with a cadence like oil churning through pipes.]

It is not?

[ He replied in a way that implied that he thought that Kavinsky was telling him a fib. Something about the young one's entire manner screamed 'spank me', so he would be very much surprised if that assertion was actually true.

Driving was simple enough, a matter of coordination which he had in spades from his many centuries of sailing. He had driven a few miles before he parked, unceremoniously grabbed the back of the boy's neck and dragged him over his knees. The position pressed the little vamp's cheek up against the door but Ignacio was heedless of that as his hand set on his backside, not with violent intent- yet. ]

Tell me, [ he began calmly, his grip supernaturally powerful to keep Kavinsky in check. ] do you enjoy pushing boundaries? Do you ever plan for what the consequences of that would be, or will any result do?

[kavinsky's surprised when he's abruptly hauled back over between the car seats, but he doesn't scream, flail, start to lash out. he had always been eerily adept at tolerating surprise violence by tall, dark-haired men, though admittedly having a layer of cocaine between himself and the violence used to make it a little easier to play it sociopathically cool.

he twists his head slightly, cutting a glance back over his shoulder. it's an angle that'd probably sprain the neck of an ordinary person, but for all that he's stuck in a compromising position, he's still a vampire.]

Boundaries is made for pushing, [says the most qualified (;;) source in the multiverse. he does not smile like a cat over a pan of milk. he 'smiles' like a cat that's currently engaged in the feline process of erasing a mistake from the space-time continuum behind a rigidly cautious facade of indifference, eyes hooded and back tense.]

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Push push push, [ he said, his voice low and his tone almost sing-song. ] you crave the consequences, regardless of what they are. [ It was less of an assertion and more of a confirmation to himself. He briefly drummed his fingers on the young one's backside, a playful and light motion before he pulled him back up to return him to his seat. ]

It must be fun, yes? [ He asked as he resumed their journey, a hint of a smirk on his otherwise neutral expression. ] To be so young, so free. But is it satisfying? Do you have what you want?

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