No-One But You (The Mystic Consultant) - Part 2

Chapter 47: Emberkreiss (Part 7)

Out of all the heroes we have built up in this story, Victor Strange was the one who woke up first. His eyes opened up as soon as the natural light filled the room at the Kamar taj, and he noticed that Ezekiel was still asleep.

The baby Strange almost leapt out of bed. His soul was somewhat rejuvenated, or something, and he felt excited to get up and go. Ezekiel noticed Victor's chipper mood once he opened his eyes, and the White Jackal kept that observation to himself. They were supposed to have the entire day together, and Ezekiel was informed that he and Victor were going to hit the books.

It seemed like an interesting diversion from the true task at hand, so Ezekiel remained amused with everything he was seeing.

Victor noticed when Ezekiel woke up. The baby Strange couldn't help himself soon after, and he began talking up a storm. He finally seemed like his old self. The Jackal took note of what he was doing in that moment, and the silly little things he started saying. Victor started talking about the showers not being as bad as the food. The Kamar taj wasn't known for its fine cuisine.

"Do we have to eat here?"

LOL. Victor heard that and he choked back a laugh. Ezekiel's super-calm voice managed to pierce through everything that was said. His voice normally brought reason into the conversation, or some overlooked common sense. Did they HAVE to eat there? Did they have to even be there in that moment? Ezekiel turned over a bit on the bed. He waited for Victor Strange to provide an answer to his simple question.

The Jackal was more than amused. He decided to add some additional words into the mix, in hopes of getting Victor going in a direction that was far more, supreme.

"Can't you do as you please?"

Surely the newly appointed Sorcerer Supreme could eat a meal to his liking, and one of his choosing. Victor didn't behave as if he had the freedom to do as he pleased. Ezekiel lived that way as well, all his life, so he understood why there was a long silence going on in the room. Victor understood what Ezekiel was really asking him, so he pondered how to respond.

"Being the Sorcerer Supreme isn't about doing as I please. There's a ton of discipline involved with the role, and my brother has suffered a lot because of it."

Victor could leave if he wanted to. The baby Strange knew that, but life wasn't supposed to be that simple. He also knew that being the Sorcerer Supreme meant that everyone in the cosmos was watching him, and in certain circles, they were documenting his every move. The reputation of the Mystic Arts was now his burden to bear, so the Baby Strange did some thinking.

"I'm not saying let's blow this off and take off to France. I'm just suggesting that we head somewhere else, for food."

Ezekiel had only one place in mind, and he felt ready to suggest it to Victor once again. The baby Sorcerer heard the explanation. He started thinking over places to go and things to eat. He didn't expect a suggestion to head in his direction anytime soon.

"I could make you something to eat, at the new house."

Remember, Ezekiel torched his father's home. The fire ripped through every inch of it, and the White Jackal felt somewhat purified as a result. He couldn't build a life or a home there, with Victor, so everything his father owned had to go. Bringing up the new house was still a sensitive subject for Victor. The memories that came with feeling confused, abandoned and disregarded flashed back to him for a moment, but he knew that he had to let it go.

Victor eventually understood that torching the house wasn't about him, but, that shit still sucked to the core.

"Maybe. I'll think about it."

Ezekiel held a playful smile. Okay, so, he'd think about it. The Jackal watched him ponder, mull over and think hard about doing something for himself for once and going. Victor was just getting his shower all warm and ready at the same time, but he turned off the water after a short while.

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Elsewhere, Tony Stark woke up and he was surprised to see Steve Rogers actually in bed beside him.

Call him crazy, but normally Steve would have went on a run hours ago, or he would have been busy doing something in the kitchen. Their normal morning routine consisted of Tony always sleeping in, with Steve always heading out to either get food, make food, or have breakfast with Bucky fuckface Barnes and Noble. Steve was an early bird, and Tony never gave it a ton of thought.

The soldier boy was really changing the game up on Tony that morning, because he even decided to change the location of where they normally slept. Before they left the Kamar taj, Steve suggested they head to their second home in Santa Monica, California. Oh YEAH, Stark had a house out there by the beach, let's not forget.

Tony pondered Steve's cute behavior for a short while after he woke up. The blonde had one of his notebooks opened up against his chest. He was sketching the left side of the room they were in, because the entire thing was designed by Tony.

"It's giving me, minimalist meets futuristic vibes in this room. Tony, how did you manage to capture both?"

STOP. Tony died after Steve gave him an adorable yet super cheesy read of the room they were in. Steve had been meaning to sketch it for years, but he always missed his chance. To his defense, he never really spent his time in there looking over the design. When they were together, alone, in a bedroom, Steve was normally busy doing other…. stuff.

The blonde watched Tony hide his face amongst the blankets. He was hiding his reactions once again, so Steve set the notebook down beside the bed. He turned all of his attention toward the other person in the room. He touched Tony's body beneath those blankets too, and he fought his desire to pull him in close. The blinders were coming off, and the blonde could see that it was easy for him to initiate something intimate and physical between them.

Steve knew he could have Tony right there in that moment, but he was determined to change it up. The soldier really struggled with holding back, because Tony's hot-blooded nature naturally took over. He moved in closer to Steve, and his focus centered immediately on pleasing him. Tony never had any blinders on when it came down to their relationship.

Sure he had some fun distractions along the way, like Stephen Strange, but all of that was Tony's way of coping with Steve's initial rejection. He initially picked Bucky over him, and that sent Tony's soul firing off toward oblivion. It took centuries for that decision to lose its effect, and there they were years later. Tony was very aware that he had no issue initiating something intimate and physical between them in that moment as well.

Tony could have had Steve right there in his minimalist-meets-futaristic styled bed. He friggen wanted to, so Tony started moving on in.

"Tell me about the Tiger Striped Cat, Tony, when did you begin mapping that out?"

Say what? Tony's face seemed to fill with all the blood he had around his bones. Steve's question threw him off on a loop, and his soul began to move around beneath his skin. When did he cook up the idea about the Tiger Striped Cat? Tony thought to himself that he was what was mapped out for all to hear, and it was an image that was self-described.

"The Tiger Striped Cat is a tribute, to me. To all the me's that came and went. I started really focusing on it and planning it out after I met Hoggoth."

Hoggoth was an epic beast.

A true tour de force, and also the last of his kind. Meeting the fiery Vishanti beast sparked an eternal muse within Tony, because he knew that death was ready and waiting for him at any moment. He stopped kissing on Steve's yummy skin for a moment, then he gave his adorable question some additional thought. The hot blondie was doing his best to keep them from hooking up in that moment, and Tony thought the notion was cute.

Steve Rogers was too friggen cute, and Tony started thinking about how much one person had affected his soul.

Chapter: END

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