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Break Another Little Piece of my Heart ( closed )

WHO: Kyle Conlen

redhott and Spooky Jones

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WHERE: A seedy club in Maurtia Falls
WHEN: During a performance by Persephone, sometime early July
WHAT: Spooky hears about a hot bed of demonic activity that follows imPorts like Persephone, Goddess of the Underworld. Who would expect to see a goody like Kyle hanging around these miscreants, huh?
WARNINGS: N/A

[ You would think a star like Persephone would be buying out more public and well-known venues, but when money is not the goal of her performances any dive will do then. They never seem to be in the same place twice, and if you aren't following her closely, you'd never even know about them.

But thankfully she leaves a few calling cards here and there for those who know where to look. Kyle is definitely on the ball as loyal friend. Perhaps not one Pseph ever expected to have, but he's dug in too deep to ever free himself of her too-cool-for-school attitude. She's stuck with him, and that means he cheers from the crowd at almost every opportunity when she performs.

Tonight is no exception, even if the, uh, "establishment" around him is not the safest. The usual clientele are rough and ready to scream and writhe to Persephone's song. Kyle's just here to give a friend support, so he stays away from the liquor and nurses a Coca-Cola from the back of the "dance floor" (aka cleared section of the bar where tables once stood a few hours before). The way he looks, with bright red hair and obsidian black horns, no one dares to hassle him or his drink of choice. ]

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[It takes awhile to locate one of Persephone's concerts, but Spooky is nothing if not persistent once he decides to look into something. And seeing how Hell stuff is kind of his thing, of course he's going to check into what's actually going on here.

What, exactly, he aims to do is still up in the air, though. The Porter has stripped him of his demon-centric powers, which makes his options pretty limited in case things go south.

That doesn't stop Spooky from walking into the venue like he owns it, despite being just a tad out of place in his trademark trench coat and baseball cap. Locals are packing into the place right alongside him, and the air buzzes with excitement and anticipation. A quick mental sweep of the area doesn't yield any signs of distress among the crowd. That's good, at least. But then...

A pair of horns catches Spooky's attention. The sight would be menacing if not for the Coke in his hands, and the juxtaposition makes Spooky laugh. And now that he thinks about it, there's something strikingly familiar about his build and hair too. Spooky instinctively draws toward him, like a moth to a flame.

When he gets close enough to inspect the cut of the man's jaw, things fall into place with a startling clarity that makes Spooky's eyebrows raise in surprise.] Dude...Kyle? [He moves into his personal space now, squinting up at the sunglasses.] Is that you?

Spooks! [ Kyle almost chokes on his swallow of Coke when he sees his friend suddenly standing in front of him. He would almost think it was something Persephone had conjured up from her illusions, but she hasn't even played yet!

Pushing his sunglasses up on his head, he gets just as close until they're almost touching noses. ] No way—You're here? Did—The Porter?

In the flesh!

[And woah, those are some fiery eyes you've got there Kyle. But Spooky takes it in stride, clasping a warm hand on Kyle's arm and giving a cheeky grin.]

Nice look, by the way. I'm sure it's a real hit with the regulars. [He gestures toward the crowd before focusing his full attention back on Kyle.]

Seriously, though, you're, like...the last person I expected to bump into. [For a lot of reasons, but he can't help but playfully nudge Kyle, like they didn't just get transported to an alternate universe.] You come here often?

You saying I'm not hip enough for this place? [ Kyle teases right back, his face bright with delight from seeing his best friend right here where he can talk with him and joke with him like they've always done. ] I come where ever she goes.

[ He points to the empty stage in front, but it doesn't stay that way for long. The hollering from the crowd turns deafening as Persephone's number is up. And that's when he grabs Spooky by the shoulders, clearly alarmed. ]

Actually, we better go before she starts singing or else the rest of our night's gonna be shot.

[ And he has too much joy right now to let it turn to bittersweet despair. Complaints or no, Kyle pulls his friend through the thickening crowd out the front where the sidewalk is quiet and empty. Makes it a lot easier to think without all the noise. ]

I can't believe you're actually here, man. [ His hands move down and grab his friend around the middle, hauling him right off his feet like he's done a few times before. ] Took you long enough.

[Kyle's here for Persephone, then. Moral support maybe? Does someone like her even need moral support, or is Kyle just being a good friend? Spooky cranes his neck to get a better look at her, even as Kyle abruptly leads him out of the venue. Still, Kyle seems pretty insistent that they leave, so Spooky doesn't argue. He can always get more demonic deets later.]

Oof! [The surprise gives way to laughter as Kyle lifts him off the ground with those big arms of his. In the end, he can't help but throw his own arms around the other man, squeezing him tightly.

That last comment isn't lost on him, though, and he gazes up at Kyle with mild bemusement.]

...Wait, what? How long did I keep you waiting? If I'd known, I would have at least shown up with some Starbucks.

[ Once he sets Spooky back down he tries his best to answer the question succinctly. It's going to be difficult, though. ]

It's hard to believe, but months. I've been here a long time... [ And to see his best friend hale and hardy is a balm on his soul. His warm hands come up to Spooky's cheeks where once they had been swollen to bursting, and his eyes had been black as pitch. ]

[He leans into the touch without thinking. When the familiar warmth seeps from his friend's hands and into his chilled body, a smile starts to form on his lips...but then Kyle's answer suddenly sinks in.]

...Seriously? Months? [It's hard to surprise Spooky, but he actually furrows his eyebrows at that answer. They just saw each other, right before Spooky woke up here, and yet...

Hand reaching up to cover one of Kyle's, Spooky calmly asks:]

Kyle, what is the last thing you remember? From back home.

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[ It's not something he likes to remember, but he knows it's important. Not everyone comes in from the same time frame. ]

It's hard to give specifics, I was getting overwhelmed. There was so much fire and pain in my bones... My father was pushing me back. I was afraid he was going to kill me...

[ Technically, Kyle still is. ]

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[...Oh man. So Kyle had to carry on here for months, with that hanging over his head? Did he ever share his worries with anyone, or has he been shouldering that burden on his own this whole time? Spooky's heart twists at the thought. Kyle's already been through enough. He didn't deserve that.

Was the Porter always this much of a dick? At least it finally brought Spooky here for Kyle.

With a warm smile, he reaches up and cups Kyle's cheek with his own calloused hand.]

Well, wanna know the last thing I remember? I remember you kicking major ass and using your incredible powers to save the day, just like I knew you would. The Earth, the team, me...we're all safe, thanks to you, Kyle.

[ LOL SHARE HIS WORRIES? Oh Spooky, you so cute. No, instead of communicating healthfully, he's been mildly sad and a little desperate in his search for companionship. Spooky's very touch, empathetic and sweet, already makes Kyle feel so much better. ]

You're serious? But he was pushing me back! I thought—

[Bro, no.... :( Let people help you.]

I don't know all the details. [He admits this a little sheepishly.] I was kinda busy floating around like a balloon, and I checked out for awhile there.

[And by "checked out", he means he died, but details. He smiles, tenderly running a thumb across Kyle's cheek.]

You were the one who brought me back, though. It was really awesome, what you did.

[ DEAD IN KYLE'S ARMS!! GOD!! ]

Really? [ His worried face cracks a soft smile, tempered by his sinister fangs. ] After what Amanda said, I was worried—If you'd left us...

[ Hell, if he'd left Kyle all by himself, it wouldn't have been fair. He'd have torn open a new hole in Hell and dragged Spooky's soul back kicking and screaming. He meant too much to this team, to Amanda, and to him. ]

Nah, I’m fine. Promise. [Spooky’s voice is calm and level because Kyle needs to know he isn’t bullshitting here.] And it was all thanks to you.

[Spooky pauses, carefully considering his next words. Kyle’s warm, inviting mouth still lingers in his mind, a vivid moment he’ll carry with him for the rest of his life. But that moment never happened for Kyle, and a lot can change in a few months.

Still…]

Hey, Kyle. I really wanna kiss you right now. Is that okay with you?

[He smiles, and Spooky somehow manages to wear the uncertainty like a big, comfy sweater. If it’s not okay this time around for whatever reason, he trusts that Kyle will let him know.]

[ Oh. That is so not what he expected, but only Spooky could say something so powerful with such a casual smile. ]

Uh, yeah.

[ It's only, like, Kyle's number one fantasy, no big deal. Except it's totally a big deal! Here in this weird backwards place Kyle's got Spooky all to himself. He kind of feels guilty, like this is somehow his fault for wishing his best friend could be here with him. ]

Awesome. [Spooky's smile widens. He would have understood if Kyle had said no, but he's definitely glad he said yes.] C'mere...

[Gently, he cups both sides of Kyle's warm face, gazing up at him with a boyish smile for just a moment. When he finally closes the gap between them, the kiss is a little more slower and careful, mindful of Kyle's fangs, but still with the same confidence Spooky always carried whenever they were together.]

[ Kyle jumps in without a second's thought of how far he'll fall. They can worry about that later. For now he's got his arms wrapped around Spooky, black nails digging into the man's trench coat for a bit of leverage.

His lips are warm, but his mouth is even hotter. At Kyle's core there is an unquenchable fire, and this is only making it burn brighter. It all pours into Spooky, too, as he coaxes his friend's mouth open for a taste. ]

[Spooky's face grows warmer as he leans into Kyle, drawing a sudden breath through his nostrils at the eager response. With that kind of confidence and assertiveness, Spooky doesn't need much coaxing at all. The corners of his mouth tug into a smile, and he parts his lips for Kyle.

For a moment, he nearly drags his tongue across the roof of Kyle's mouth, but those fangs that send a shiver down Spooky's spine also serve as a reminder of all the unanswered questions between them. So for now, he securely wraps his own arm around Kyle's waist and allows him to set the pace.]

[ Spooky quietly relents to his exploration the way Kyle knew he would. It's a token of his friendship, that graceful and quiet empathy, that Kyle hopes he never takes for granted. And in fact it gives him the confidence to keep Spooky tight to his chest and just enjoy the exchange, whatever that may be.

Compared to his best friend his experience is like a drop in a bucket, but it's not intimidating. Not the way it would be with anyone else. Spooks has no interest in comparing what Kyle might be to what he's had before. There's nothing to live up to—Every experience is its own, no better or worse than any other.

So when Kyle pulls away after their brief kiss, the only expression on his face is satisfaction. Okay, and perhaps a bit of exasperation. ]

Of course you taste good.

[Spooky, for his part, closes his eyes and drinks in every detail, from the gentle heat radiating from Kyle's hands, to the clean scent of generic body wash that fills his nostrils. From his perspective, it's not their first kiss. But without injured teammates or a room full of hostages to worry about, Spooky can focus more of his attention on this beautiful, kind, pure-hearted man in front of him.

The kiss is short, but perfect in every way, and his friend's confident smile lightens Spooky's heart. Before he can say anything, though, Kyle's sudden comment earns him a cheeky grin.]

...Didn't I tell you? It's one of my superpowers. Means I don't have to worry about carrying mints in my pocket all the time. Pretty handy, right?

No morning breath, I'm totally jealous.

[ The taste of cinnamon lingers on his tongue, tempting Kyle to kiss him again. But the audible melt downs happening behind the doors of the small bar remind him of their current situation: out in a seedy alley of Maurtia Falls at night. Not the smartest idea. And with Persephone's siren song so close, he would rather not risk losing his self-control—Or worse still, Spooky becoming enraptured. So he comes up with a suggestion. ]

I live pretty close from here. Why don't we... talk at my place. [ Although something tells him "talking" won't be the highest priority on their to-do list tonight. ] I can grab us a taxi.

Well... [He smiles grows a little fonder.] For what it's worth, I've smelled your morning breath, and it doesn't bother me.

[Spooky is totally down for more kissing, not too worried about the seedy reputation of Maurtia Falls himself, but he gets where Kyle is coming from. They have a lot of catching up to do.]

...You could grab us a taxi. [Spooky rubs his chin.] But I can do you one better.

Oh yeah? Did the Porter give you a magic carpet?

Nah, something even better. Check this out.

[With a dramatic sweep of his arms, his 1965 red Pontiac Firebird suddenly materializes out of thin air, sitting pretty next to them in all of its vintage glory.]

...Okay, well, we don't have Flyboy to carry us around, so not quite magic carpet levels of awesome. But, hey, I thought it was pretty rad!

Ohhh my God, it let you bring your car! [ Kyle finally has a friend with a built-in vehicle! Yess, this privilege is sooo going to be overused. ] You're going to be very popular around here, Spooky Jones.

[ With a soft smile all for Spooky, he runs his hand across the sleek red convertible. His bright white eyes meet Spooks' again and the urge to pull him in for another hug is too great to ignore. He brings him back in by the waist, resting his nose against the man's neck. ]

'm so glad you're here, man. [ He takes another big breath of the vanilla and sandalwood that perpetually clings to his friend. ] Let's go home, huh?

[Spooky will gladly chauffeur him wherever he wants. He's all yours, Kyle.

Even though from Spooky's perspective it hasn't been that long since they've seen each other, he readily presses against Kyle, wrapping his arms around him with a quiet smile of his own. Kyle's warm breath tickles against his skin, and a pleasant shiver runs down his spine.]

...Glad to be here, Kyle. [With you, is the unspoken sentiment.

The drive to Kyle's home is fairly uneventful, and between their easy laughter and arsenal of inside jokes, it's easy to forget that they're stuck in a parallel universe, that Amanda, Gordon, Paul and Mitch aren't just a phone call away, that the Platinum Priestess isn't on the loose somewhere across the ocean. But Kyle's steady directions to the residence in question, the unfamiliar back roads, the weight of the communicator in his pocket...it brings him back to this Earth by the time they pull up in front of Kyle's driveway.]

You live with anyone? [Spooky asks as they reach the front door.]

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