tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; Backdated a few hours, nighttime of the 10th
Rating; Prolly PG-13 to Rish.
Characters; Johnny Blaze (

motorcyclehero) and Blackheart (

raisemoredevils)
Summary; Curse chaos has gone unnoticed all day, 'til now.
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There was a certain satisfaction to a greasy spanner and a rag, something he missed back when he was rich and famous enough to have a gearhead fixing his bikes for him. All he really wanted was the one bike, to take care of and pamper all by himself. Weird, maybe, but there was still some Carnie in him that got uncomfortable if it felt like he owned more than he could pack up and leave with.

Well, this apartment wasn't his, anyway, and he secretly liked it like that. He tossed the rag aside, looking Grace up and down. Save for the fact that she was propped up on a cinderblock in the middle of the dining room, she was perfect; a gleaming chrome beauty--a masterwork of a chopper.

And, his maintenance mission complete, Johnny realized he was hungry as hel--anything. He set the spanner on the bike seat and moved off into the kitchen, pondering some tuna in one of those fresh sub buns, and some carrots for health's sake.

Sometimes he missed being able to eat a funnel cake for breakfast, cotton candy for lunch and popcorn for dinner.

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Blackheart is sitting on one of the counters, legs dangling over the edge, when he hears Johnny come in from the dining room. Yes, he's been perched up there in the same position like a ~~sexy~~ gargoyle for the past few hours. However long Johnny has been working on his bike, probably-- He can bear nonexistence, after all, sitting still and staring at one of the walls is hardly a taxing endeavor.

He finds himself more and more lacking the desire to do anything, what with his goals totally and irrevocably out of reach, in this irritating realm. The only thing that even keeps him up and about anymore as opposed to remaining still and waiting for his Father to release him again is the occasional discovery of new novelties.

Eating is still one of his favorites.

So are the angels, littering the realm.

The plants that have been popping up across the ceiling aren't nearly as interesting, though, so he ignores them. "Are you going to eat?" he asks, looking over as though he hadn't stopped moving hours ago, "what? ... Brownies?"

So Johnny doesn't want to ask how long Blackheart's been sitting there - or give him ideas about how he, Johnny, might be concerned (mostly for the welfare of the populace) when Blackheart swans off into darkness without so much as a by-your-leave.

"Yeah. No--" Too many questions, and poor Johnny trying to take them one at a time; he waves his hand a little in arcane fashion, "Probably tuna, I can't have too much sweet stuff."

He looks over at the young man--well, monster, really, but appearances are deceptive--slowly learning how, if not to manage him, than to keep him moderately pacified. "Is that what you feel like havin for dinner?"

Blackheart wrinkles his nose. Too much sweet stuff? It doesn't sound possible. Then again, too much cake seemed ridiculous just a few days ago, as well...

"Yes." He shifts and slides off the counter, stalking forward. It's when he's halfway across the room that he steps directly under one of the plants, and though at first he resists on natural instinct - he doesn't like being told what to do after all - he finds himself equal parts curious as he is bored, so he just decides to reach for Johnny instead.

Snags the lapel of his jacket, and hauls him forward effortlessly. The look he wears is of simple intrigue by the whole situation, and without so much as a word about it he reaches with his free hand to hold the back of Johnny's head and pull their faces together.

Johnny's interrupted from his complicated thoughts about rye or kaiser, and mayo or--well, something, god only knows what it was, because now he's face to face with Blackheart and he really did want that sandwich, but on the other hand...

"Mmmff--..." But the Rider doesn't seem to think there's any danger, because it doesn't so much as twitch, let alone come out to help him. Ineffectually, Johnny squirms a little, already realizing there's no escape, but compelled to try regardless.

Unintelligently, pulse quickening a little, he adds, "...whah."

Looks up, seemingly having not yet grasped the concept of closing one's eyes during a kiss or - anything else about it, really - before pulling back an inch or two. He is still compelled forward, but is putting it off for the moment in attempt to puzzle out what he's supposed to be doing. Connecting their faces hardly felt as fulfilling he was expecting (for some reason) it to be.

"You do not feel-..." trails off, because fighting the curse's influence actually takes quite a lot of concentration (not that he'd ever admit it, damnit.)

Johnny can't move, but only due to Blackheart's superior strength, and if he were to fully disclose and admit it to himself, he'd decide it was kind of a nice kiss. Not the best ever, but not terrible, either.

"Feel what?" Johnny sounds entirely nervous at the concept of a round of sex in the kitchen again, "Look, I've gotta eat first."

"Hm." Blackheart just sorta stares at Johnny's mouth, rather uninterested in the words coming out of it, "not cursed, then- not terribly perceptive either."

And well, the talking broke his concentration, so he switches his hold to the sides of Johnny's face, pulling him forward again.

He starts to piece together what the curse is urging him to do (telling himself that it's only of his own volition that he's bothering to allow it; h-he can stop if he wants), moving his lips over Johnny's and then poking his tongue out at them. It seems to be a move in the right direction-- right?

Johnny opens his mouth to try to establish that he doesn't know what's going on but if you'll just give him a minute to think it through...

Nope. Not gonna get that minute. Soft noise of concern at the tongue--who knows if Blackheart plans to suddenly demonface at him? Johnny couldn't think of a more awkward kind of kiss (Well, okay, maybe one with the Rider).

So he surrenders, because if Blackheart gets what he wants a little quicker, maybe he can get his sandwich; leans into the kiss and tries to push down the automatic fear of damnation. "Mmhn--" Mumbles up against Blackheart's mouth, "That's good."

Responds to the encouragement, thumbs brushing up against his cheekbones and fingers curled beneath his ears. He's not inclined to touch when there is no reason - he's not inclined to kiss either - but the urge was rolling around in his brain like the ticking when he disappears and finally doing so has brought him immense relief.

He doesn't respond verbally so much as he finally lets his eyes drop closed and his tongue slip into Johnny's mouth.

... It tastes a little like lingering jelly beans. Too bad he hadn't recently eaten brownies.

Well Blackheart's tongue is like a Popsicle, which, far from encouraging Johnny further, only serves to remind him that he's kissing a demon, which probably isn't a good idea, but he's not in a position to object, either.

Squirms a bit, putting a hand on Blackheart's shoulder, and glances up, happening to catch a glimpse of mistletoe on the ceiling--he's fairly slow, but something about that just seems odd.

"Mhn, Blackheart--" Not trying to break off kissing for fear of being tossed out a window, but trying to sneak in words around liplocking, "d'you put--that up?" And how on earth would he know what it was for...?

Brow furrowing at the feel of a hand on his shoulder, Blackheart lets his hands fall from Johnny's face to grip the front of his shirt.

"I did not," he says with a touch of impatience, pulling back. Being talked at makes the experience rather unpleasant, what with trying to keep his mouth busy and ultimately failing... apparently. "This is unfulfilling," he snips ~~petulantly~~, but the urge hasn't gone away. Irritating.

Johnny's getting more and more used to being manhandled, particularly by demons.

"Sorry." He kinda is, but not fully - entanglement between the Rider and Blackheart was bad enough, Johnny does not need any between himself and Blackheart as well.

"What're you aimin for?" And, possibly too pointedly, "A kiss is for when you like someone."

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