Hey guys, sorry it's been a while. I have more stuffs to post, I've just been spending more time on tumblr than here. Anyway, a bit more Levinstar for us all, because it's awesome. And my crap's better than nothing.
"Michael?"
He couldn't help but sigh when the other man didn't as much as look up from the musty tome in his lap. Though he was back to normal, the vampire was still obsessed with power and jumped at any chance to learn where and how to get it.
Knowledge that, for some reason, was always in leather-bound books that were heavier than fuck and older than his clan.
"Michael." The blond's head tilted to one side.
"Are phoenixes real?" He rolled his eyes at the seemingly-random-but-probably-a-really-bad-sign question.
"I wouldn't know. And no, you can't kill one, or eat one, or whatever it is you're thinking. Now come on, we're meeting Jules and her guy at five." With a slight frown, Michael turned a few more pages, skimming their contents as his lover watched from the doorway. After a few minutes, and just before Kevin could get really growly, he closed the book and placed it on their glass-and-steel coffee table, eliciting a groan from the otherwise sturdy piece.
"Where does Gwen get her books?" he asked off-handedly, getting up and stretching.
"You'd have to ask her." Tossing the vampire his coat the brunet turned to walk away. "Seriously Mike, we gotta get you a better hobby."
"Like what?" Having easily caught up in the small apartment, he tossed the hybrid a smirk.
"Like something that doesn't deform my furniture? I'm tired of having to bend that table back into shape."
"Just because you're too cheap to buy sturdy tables…"
"That thing'll take Zed's weight! And we've proven it'll take our's. Not my fault your books each weigh a metric fuck ton." Kevin was more bemused than exasperated at this point, there was only so long you could spend living with the little shit before you got used to him.
"And just what is a 'fuck ton'?" His partner obviously was as well, the smart mouthed bastard.
"Well, here in the States it's more commonly referred to as an 'ego', I'm sure you've heard of it." They shared a chortle, bare hands sliding together as they slipped out the door.
"I don't have an ego."
"Bullshit."
"I just know where I stand on the ladder."
"Yeah, just like how you aren't vain, you just know how attractive you are."
"Given how much you stare?"
"Mirrors are your greatest weakness."
"There's nothing wrong with appreciating yourself," the blond bumped their shoulders together, giving the larger man's hand a squeeze before they broke apart to get in the car, "anyway, you know you love me." Shutting the driver's door behind him, Kevin leaned over to give his mutant a kiss.
"Not my fault I have crap taste."
"We'll see if you're still saying that when you're Empress." As the car started, black eyes settled on him with a hard gaze.
"Okay, first up, we need to talk about that title-"
I know, I know, it sucks. Better than nothing. I've got some stuff that's probably better I'll be posting over the weekend.
Also, if you're interested in even briefer little snippets, I fill prompts using Levinstar on Saturdays over on tumblr. Search for 'kariachi' and they'll all be under my 'levinstar' tag.
Hope you guys got some enjoyment out of this, and that you'll continue to get enjoyment as I post this backlog of works. Have a good day.