Playing With Fire (Cyrus)

[Ivan Stane]

maybe i'm foolish

maybe i'm blind

thinking i can see through this

❧

Ivan genuinely enjoyed patrol. And so far the night had been rather quiet. Usually he enjoyed some action but... After before... The city, and himself, needed some quiet, he thought. The city had been attacked in multiple areas at once. He'd been in a fight on the docks and got his ass handed to him so bad, he was still losing sleep over that. He was certainly the only reason he didn't have scars and wounds from that still was due to that healer in the city.

He didn't want to think about that though. Thinking about it scared him. Being scared made him angry. Because of this he was currently standing in an alley, fully dressed in his Sparrow costume, and angrily spray-painting his symbol on the side of a building. Normally he took his time more, wanting the symbol to appear well made. Right now, he didn't care.

When he finished, he threw the empty paint bottle in a nearby dumpster. He didn't know what he was going to do. There were villains out there that he, apparently, couldn't handle. There were villains out there that Aegis couldn't handle. He didn't know how to feel about that other than scared, and he was already tired of being scared.

"Fuck!" he cursed, kicking his foot against the dumpster, his eyes briefly glowed white through his mask as his powers reacted to his emotions, sending a gust of wind with that kick, effectively pushing the dumpster right out of that alley.

Ivan grimaced, face red with embarrassment and despite the fact that no one was there to see him - to his knowledge at least - he said aloud, "My bad." before sighing and turning where he could lean his back and head against the wall next to the freshly painted symbol.

He did indeed need a quiet night, but he was starting to think what he needed more was a distraction from his thoughts.

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[Cyrus Sol]

Cyrus watched the small man under him curiously. He sat on the edge of the building behind Ivan and smirked a bit. He's heard about Sparrow and his goody-two-shoes ways, so seeing him detailing the side of a building is surprising. The smirk grew into a grin, as he watched the frustrated man throw the bottle and yell into the night sky.

Cyrus, or Dragon's Breath, damn near cackled in glee when he saw Ivan kick the dumpster out of the street. 'A sweet little kitten' he cooed mentally when the blue and black clad figure apologized to no one. He decided that it's time to step in and maybe help him relieve some of that pent up frustration.

He dropped down near the front of the alley and shoved the dumpster back into place, smirking when he surprised Ivan. He looked amused at the situation when he walked over with bloody hands tugged into ripped black jeans. One would say he was the cat who caught the canary and got the cream for a deal.

"Do you always launch innocent bins when you're upset, princess?" He teased. "Or is it a special night for little ol' me?" He cooed, one clawed hand resting on his chest. He smiled, flashing a pair of dimples and a set of fangs when he leaned in closer and cupped Ivan's chin. There was blood splattered on his face, acting as red freckles that shined in the shitty city light.

"Do you need help, kitten? You seem a bit frustrated and I'm very good at helping people destress. At least that's what I've been told" he purred. He bit his lip a bit to hide and yet failed to hide the smirk that bloomed on his chapped lips. It did give attention to the snake bites he had in, if one were to look down at his lips, which Cyrus knew would most likely happen with the man before him.

Tag: Ivan Stane
Words: 326
Notes: I hope this is a good first try? 

[Ivan Stane]

maybe i'm foolish

maybe i'm blind

thinking i can see through this

❧

Apparently he wasn't as alone as he'd thought. He startled, hands briefly glowing a faint white - the wind around them briefly picking up speed before dying down again, his powers, as usual, reacting to him being startled. Once the wind died down, the glow faded as well.

At first all he noticed was that the dumpster was moved back - logic told him it hadn't done that on its own. Then he noticed the culprit. Eyes quickly raked him over behind his mask, trying to figure out if who he was. Had he seen him in town before? Had he heard about someone by his description? Why was he here? Was he a threat?

He tried to calm himself. Paranoia came natural to him but he normally tried to hide it more - a habit formed after being told one too many times that he overreacted to situations and people. He thought he reacted perfectly fine.

Then suddenly this man was in his personal space, making him squirm on instinct, preferring people he didn't know stay out of his bubble.

His face contorted with confusion when the other man spoke, calling him princess and kitten-- Wait, did he have claws? Were those fangs? That... That was definitely new.

His thoughts blurred together when his chin was suddenly cupped. His expression moved to one of being extremely uncomfortable at having some stranger touching him but then his eyes locked onto the stranger's face, determined to memorize it - was that blood? - and dear God, he was attractive.

Ivan opened his mouth to speak then closed it just as quickly, no words escaping. He couldn't recall a time when his mind failed to give him a single coherent thought except for - he's hot. At least not since he first realized he was gay. God, he felt like he was a teenager again and was very glad none of his siblings nor Tim were here to see what a train wreck he felt like.

"I uh - um," he fumbled, eyes glancing to the man's lips - oh piercings. He remembered wanting piercings like that but Scott said no. He managed to pull his gaze back up, thankful his eyes were hidden behind his mask, to meet the other man's eyes. "Who uh - Who are you?"

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[Cyrus Sol]

Cyrus hummed, proud that he made Ivan speechless. He had picked up the discomfort that Ivan had and released his chin, as he didn't want to upset or hurt the poor man. Although he did press closer and rested an arm above Ivan's head, as he was curious on how Ivan would react.

He was already tired after busting a ring and dropping a box of papers to the police, reporters and lawyers. He hated rings, especially when they were controlled by corrupted rich scumbags who liked to ruin the good people under their feet. He had been working with his little ghost friend on this, ever since they both ran into each other when he was on a case with some corrupted orange bastard as the target.

'Good times... should hit him up soon.' He thought before he refocused back on the pretty little birdy that he had trapped under him. 'Not that the birdy seemed to mind.'

"Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" he smirked, eyes practically glowing from the shitty light. "Who am I, you ask? Your knight in red." He purred again before stepping back. He took an elegant bow, one that would make a royal swoon. "I, my dear little bird, am Dragon's Breath. At your service." He looked up and winked "Whatever that service may be~"

He stood up and stretched, a strip of his stomach peaking out from his top. "Now... what's a square like you defacing a glorious wall like that when it's past your bedtime? Don't you know that kiddies needs to be at home by 10?" He put his hands back into black pants and walked closer to him again. "Unless this is a normal thing... for shame, birdy, for shame. I thought you straight-laced hero folks were against petty crime like this." he clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock disappointment. 

He suddenly pinned Ivan to the wall and leaned in very close. "You are very lucky that it was only me who stumbled upon you, kitten. Not a lot of people like alley cats hanging in places where they're not wanted. If I were you, I'd scram and stay outta this section of town. My turf, my rules."

He tilted his head and whispered in his ear. "Be a good boy for me and tell your people ta scram." He left a kiss on his cheek and pulled away with a smirk. "I'm already dealing with a ghost, I don't have time to watch you, kitten. But I will if I have ta, don't like birds hurt, even if they're not as straight-laced as I thought they were. Would love to tango with you one day, see what other secrets you have, kitten."

Tag: Ivan Stane  
Words: 456 
Notes: Yeah, he's a flirting. Rip Ivan

[Ivan Stane]

maybe i'm foolish

maybe i'm blind

thinking i can see through this

❧

He was fairly certain he wasn't being threatened which helped to ease some of the discomfort at having someone in his personal space - someone he didn't know. In fact, he was starting to think he was being hit on but that thought conflicted with his low - downright lack of - self-esteem. He didn't want to get his hopes up, but he also wasn't as clueless as Tim.

He admittedly hadn't heard of this Dragon's Breath before and that irked him because clearly the knowledge somehow hadn't made it to him or his blog. And he liked to be in the know on who was who in the city.

His eyes grazed up the other man's body before his face scrunched in displeasure at being called a square. Now he'd called Scott that before - many times in fact but had never heard that used to describe him.

His mouth opened to give a retort but instead silently stayed open at the bedtime and kiddies comment. His disbelief turned into a grin slowly but surely as Dragon's Breath continued with his comments. He even shook his head and lightly chuckled at the straight-laced comment.

Then he was suddenly pinned against the wall behind him. It was quick enough that he was clearly startled but he hadn't moved far from the wall so the impact didn't hurt - That and something told him that if Dragon's Breath's intent was to hurt him, he already would've tried.

He couldn't help wondering if this guy knew who he was. He held his own chin up and kept his expression serious, not wanting to show any intimidation. He wasn't entirely sure what Dragon's Breath was talking about now. He hadn't heard about anyone claiming Haven as their turf - and he could certainly take care of himself fine.

He was also trying to figure out whether or not he was technically being threatened. His eyes widened, the action visible when his mask moved faintly to move with his eyebrows, at the kiss placed on his cheek. While he still wasn't entirely sure if there'd been a threat thrown in there, but he was certain he was being flirted with.

He lightly bit down on his lip, smirked, a faint white glow coming to his right hand. He held his hand out, flicked his wrist and a gentle, small gust of wind blew right into the other man's face. He took a few steps forward, both hands glowing now and pushed a gust of wind large and strong enough to move Cyrus closer to the adjacent wall behind him where he then pinned him.

"Firstly, Dragon," he said, purposefully invading the other man's personal space and grinning his best shit eating grin. "There's nothing straight about me. Secondly, this is a normal thing, thank you very much. Thirdly, I'm pretty sure I have seniority in this city. And lastly," He had to go on his tip toes but he managed to get close enough to whisper into Dragon Breath's ear, "I've never been a good boy."

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[Cyrus Sol]

Cyrus looked down, eyes having caught the glowing hand. He looked at it in mild confusion before his nose scrunched up at the sudden blast of cold air in his face. He hissed a bit at Ivan and rubbed his face at the sudden discomfort. He blinked and took a few steps back in time with Ivan, only to bite back a surprised yelp at being blown into the wall behind him. He's surprised that this man damn near stalked his way over to him and pinned him to the wall.

"Well bu'er my ass and call me a biscui', lil kitten has 'em claws 'n' ain' afraid ta show' 'em" he coos, grinning down at him, ears burning a bit.

He has never been flustered in his life and damn it, he will not have this kitten make him blush like a little school girl. So when Ivan told him off and whispered in his ear, Cyrus laughed lowly and grinned devilishly at the shorter man. He easily flipped their position and pinned Ivan against the wall with Ivan's hands above his head and being held there by one hand.

"Well I'll be..." he purred, his southern accent bleeding in thick. "Yer too cu'. A bad li'l supe defen'ing the ci'y from crime? Suga' yer fixin' ta make me all ho' 'n' bothered here. 'S'no' good ta tease lil ol' me on yer naugh'y side, princess. You's been playin' possum on me, haven' ya? 'N' here I though' yer a bi' big for yer bri'ches, li'l miss priss." He teases "I reckon' ya wan'ed ta whup my ass an' make me swoon like a southern belle af'er her firs' kiss."

He grins and steps away, letting Ivan go in one fluid movement. "Aigh' darlin', hows we bea' aroun' tha bush an' call i' a truce before someone ge's a lickin' of a lifetime. And tha's saying something from who my mama is. Always madder than a we' hen, I swanne, 'specially when my ass involved."

"So" he grinned, eyes bright behind a black smear of makeup, "hows we on tha' truce, suga'?"

Tagged: Ivan Stane
Word Count: 353
Notes: Boy went southern and ain't a shame of it.

[Ivan Stane]

maybe i'm foolish

maybe i'm blind

thinking i can see through this

❧

Ivan blinked behind his mask, having not expected a sudden change in accent. It wasn't a bad thing, of course. He quite liked the sound of it. Then the next thing he knew, this man laughed and grinned and suddenly their roles were reversed and somewhere along the line, his own hands were grabbed and held above his head.

Needless to say, his face turned extremely hot with a blush.

He admittedly only caught half of what Dragon's Breath said, too focused on how close they were to each other and the exact position he was in. He certainly had no doubt now that he was being flirted with.

Then the other man stepped away and Ivan absentmindedly rubbed his own hands, though more so out of habit than them actually hurting. He could focus a little bit more and took in a few breaths, hoping to calm his racing heart and praying his face returned to a normal, non-red shade.

He wasn't entirely sure why a truce was needed - They weren't enemies as far as he was aware. Or was Dragon's Breath referring to the flirting between them? He huffed a bit without thinking. He admittedly didn't want that to end. He wasn't used to receiving such attention.

"Oh? Who would that someone be?" he asked, referring to the other man saying someone would get what he believed was their ass kicked. He grinned cheekily. "I assure you I can handle my own."

He paused for a moment as if to think about the truce but in reality he was purposefully making the other man wait, teasing and smirking at him.

"Oh I don't know," he replied eventually, "A truce sounds kind of boring to me, wouldn't you say?" He cocked an eyebrow and put his cheeky grin back on.

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[Cyrus Sol]

Cyrus blinked, a bit confused at what was happening and the wait on the decision. At least until he picked up that the man before him didn't mind what he was doing, which pulled out a devious grin.

"Ah..." He purred and started to stalk over to Ivan "Looks like a lil ki'en wanna do a lil figh'. Or we's gonna be a dancin'?" he asks, arms bracketing Ivan against the wall with a hand holding Ivan's above his head. He leaned down, close enough where one could kiss the other, and whispered. "Is tha' wha' my lil ki'en wan's? A lil figh'? Or a lil dance?" he cooed. 

He smirked and pressed closer to the smaller man. "Yer wish is my command... even if i's jus' some'in' small and swee'." He punctuated the statement by tilting Ivan's head up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His free hand shifted from holding Ivan's jaw to cupping his cheek during the short kiss. He pulled away and smiled at the man softly. 

"So wha's i' gonna be, suga'?" he murmured, lips barely brushing against Ivan's before he pressed a kiss to Ivan's cheek and pulled way with a soft smile.

Word Count: 201
Tagged: Ivan Stane
Notes: Boyo is w e a k for his kitten

[Ivan Stane]

maybe i'm foolish

maybe i'm blind

thinking i can see through this

❧

Ivan leaned willingly back against the wall, his heart skipping when Dragon's Breath returned to standing so close to him. His mind quickly became fogged again, his face heating up. All he could think was that he didn't want the attention to end. A part of him was afraid the other man would pull back and say something along the lines of just kidding.

But then his head was tilted and something - someone was against his lips and it took him far longer than he thought it should've to realize he was being kissed.

He'd never been kissed before. He used to tell himself it was because he was too busy hanging with Tim, too busy focusing on studying, too busy being depressed, to ever date during high school. He'd since stopped lying to himself and admitted Tim had been the only one of his peers to enjoy his company.

The kiss was far too short. A hand was against his cheek and he absentmindedly leaned into the touch, unaware of how touch starved he was, how desperately he craved this kind of attention, to know someone found him bearable enough to be attracted to him.

A shudder ran up his spine when the other man's lips brushed against his before he felt a kiss against his cheek. He didn't fully know what he was doing but as Dragon's Breath pulled away, he followed, his lips almost chasing after the other man's.

His hands reached forward, grabbing onto Dragon Breath's vest, bunching the fabric beneath his fingers, and pulling to get him closer, to get him to lean down, pressing their lips back together the moment he could. The kiss was harder, messier. It was clear that the young wind manipulator lacked the experience but he wasn't going to let that stop him.

He kissed him for what felt like minutes but was most likely shorter. By the time he pulled away, having forgotten to breathe, he found his arms had at some point snaked up and rested against the other man's shoulders.

He stayed there, oh so close, his body practically resting against Dragon's Breath's. He found there was so much more he wanted to know about the other man. So much that he was tempted to give him his actual name.

"That uh - That was my first kiss," he admitted lamely, only for his face to heat up brightly at the realization that he'd just admitted that because dear God was that embarrassing.

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[Cyrus Sol]

Cyrus squeaked when he was pulled into a second kiss, but he didn't mind. In fact, he adjusted to the situation and happily kissed Sparrow back with both hands resting on his hips. He found himself pressing closer, keeping Sparrow against the wall with just his body. When the smaller pulled away, he pressed a quick peck to his lips and gave them a soft nibble. His hands found bare skin from him having accidentally tugging Sparrow's shirt out from where they were tucked in.

Cyrus blinked and makes a small noise when Sparrow told him that he was his first kiss. "Oh honey... I didn't mean to take your first. If I'd known that, I wouldn't have done that, doll. Tha's supposed ta go ta yer partner or whoever you's be sweet on." He bit his lip, a bit upset that he took it. "I'm sorry, suga'... bu' you's gots the beginnings of being a grea' kisser. Your partners gonna be a very lucky person when you's go and smooch 'em good"

Cyrus pulled away, highly upset with himself. "I... goodness I am terribly sorry. You can have as many free hits as you want. Fuck, I'm so sorry" he babbled, cupping Sparrow's cheeks. "Pauvre, mais bel homme. Je suis désolé, ma colombe, d’avoir pris ton trésor." He murmured, kissing his forehead before stepping back and letting himself fall open for an attack.

"Hit me, mon cheri. Hit me where it hurts for doing you dirty like that, ma colombe." He begged. "I won't retaliate. I promise."

Tagged: Ivan Stane
Word Count: 260
Notes: "You poor, but beautiful man. I'm so sorry, my dove, for taking your treasure." for translation