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Video - Four days after Malicant's message

[Malicant has made his move, and Tony has decided that it's time for the Foreigners to step up their game. Starting with their communication network. As Bakura demonstrated, the consoles are no longer safe from Malicant's prying eyes (if they ever have been).

After a marathon troubleshooting session with Akito, Tony has also concluded that if a truly secure secondary network is going to happen any time soon, there's going to need to be a lot more people working on it. His time and resources are stretched thin, and he needs help.]

The consoles are not secure. I don't know if anywhere is, but we can actually do something about the consoles, at least. I know there've been some attempts to encrypt the console traffic and a couple false starts at a secondary network. I think it's time to get down to business and get a fully independent secure mobile network up and running, as soon as possible.

Magic is too susceptible to influence, so this network is going to be strictly technological. Pure tech and heavy encryption give us the best chance of shutting out our nosy neighbor.

If you have any expertise with radio, electronics, or telecommunications - anything that might be helpful - get in touch. Engineering, physics, cryptography... Hell, if you worked a summer job in IT. I want you here at Stark Industries.

Also, if any foreigners from higher-tech worlds brought any stuff along with them that they don't mind giving up, I'd like to take a look at it. Electronic devices like cell phones would be the best. A lot of post-industrial-revolution consumer goods contain minerals and compounds that are hard to get a hold of here, and we'll need as much of those as we can get.

And one more thing: I've put together a dozen... self-defense devices. Nothing big, but enough to give you a few seconds if you're in a tight spot. Distributing them to the turtle parents is the top priority, but if there are any left over, it's first come first serve. If you want one, meet me at SI and I'll give you the rundown here.

[private to ALL TURTLE PARENTS]

The fewer people are bonded to each turtle, the more vulnerable they are. Protecting the turtles means protecting their parents, so you all get first dibs on the toys. Anyone who's interested, send me a message and I'll set one aside. And come to SI as soon as you can.

[private to AYA, RICHIE FOLEY, CLARK KENT, DONATELLO, and MIKE WESTON]

I'm contacting you all specifically because I know you have tech skills or because Aya told me that you've worked on the secondary network in the past. We need you in on this.

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((ooc: For the sake of security, Tony will only be describing the self-defense gadgets in person. Anyone who comes to SI to claim one will be given the following information:

There are six aversive devices [remaining: 4]. They consist of a slightly concave hemisphere - sort of like a very thick-walled bowl - that fits in the hand. They work on a principle similar to the Active Denial System. When they are held with the concave side facing out, and a button on the side is pressed, they emit a ten-second burst of radiation that, while harmless, causes immediate and intense discomfort to any person standing in range. Anyone without extreme magic- or drug-enhanced pain insensitivity will be compelled to move out of range. The area of effect is a wide cone that extends out about thirty feet. Each device has enough power for two bursts before it must be recharged.
[claimed by: Enjolras, Annabeth]

There are six force field generators [remaining: 5]. These are devices are disk-shaped, with about the same dimensions as a restaurant pager. Press the large button on top, and they will generate a transparent force field bubble about six feet in diameter. The field lasts about six seconds under ideal conditions, but may collapse sooner than that if it is interacting with a lot of matter (e.g., if the person holding it is swimming, or in tall, dense grass). The field can be moved, and will remain centered on the device when in motion (in other words, you can run with it). Each device has enough power to generate one force field before it must be recharged.
[claimed by: Raine]

Both devices can be recharged at any console, or at Stark Industries.))

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[Gene's tense for a second, but then he relaxes, and Tony pulls him closer. Gene's hand slips down to his waist— Tony gives a low groan and his fingers tighten in Gene's hair. They clench, unclench, release; they trail across Gene's scalp and comb through his hair as Tony's hands, too, migrate downwards. His hands pause at Gene's waist, then slide farther and come to rest on Gene's hips.

Tony presses Gene against him, and he isn't thinking anymore about how wrong or dangerous or weird this is, because all he can think about is how good it feels, to touch and be touched, to hold Gene, to have again what he'd lost and tried so hard to forget.]

[Oh, not fair, not fair--! How does Tony still know exactly how to get him going? Gene's practically purring as Tony's fingers comb through his hair, and the pleased, satisfied noise he makes turns into a quiet, defeated moan as Tony's hand trails down his side in kind. You complete bastard, how can you still do this to me, even now, even after everything?

Gene doesn't let people touch him, as a rule. He's very stingy with physical contact and especially affection - who can blame him, after the childhood he's had? This is different. With Tony, it's always been different; scary, but exciting, too. He doesn't feel threatened. It would be a stretch to say that he's calm, but there's a weird kind of serenity to this all the same. Even if they aren't very good at using their words, their bodies know what they want, and how to express it. And right now, Gene doesn't care about their history or arguments or even Malicant - right now, he cares about Tony. He wants Tony. And for the first time he can remember, he's actually getting what he wants, no strings attached.

His hand slips down from Tony's chest to rest on his hip, keeping him close, trapped between Gene and the wall, and Gene can't think of a better place for him to be.

(Not strictly true - he can think of several - but this is neither the time nor place for such frivolity.)]

[Tony likes Gene's hand on his chest, but he also likes it on his hip. It's probably safe to say that he'd like Gene's hands on him just about anywhere, really.

Tony also likes the way Gene is pinning him to the wall - he'd kind of expected it to be the other way around, but he's pleasantly surprised by the way Gene has taken control of the situation. Any doubts he'd had about Gene's receptiveness have been thoroughly put to rest.

He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of Gene's pants, and as soon as his fingers touch Gene's bare skin he's wondering what else Gene might be receptive to, and his mind starts running through a number of possibilities, none of which are probably appropriate for the semi-public lab. Even if the doors are locked... Yeah okay except that locked doors aren't much of a deterrent to some foreigners (coughsolomoncough). So, maybe not a great idea.

But kissing still seems like a great idea, so he leaves his hands where they are and focuses on that.]

[Tony's thumbs brushing against Gene's skin is enough to serve as a sensory trigger of memories long-buried and, since Peru, never acknowledged; they'd done this before, almost exactly like this, and it had been just as exhilarating and good. He gasps, flinching a little at the contact, unexpected as it is. It's not bad - quite the contrary! - but he's not used to it anymore. Clearly Tony will have to acclimate him to it again. (Like either of them are about to complain on that front.)

With some degree of difficulty, Gene manages to pull back, however reluctantly, still breathing heavily and with a smirk spreading across his face.] You always were good at changing the subject, [he says breathily.]

[Tony makes a small questioning noise when Gene flinches - is that a good gasp, or a bad gasp? Gene draws away, and for a second Tony's worried, but Gene's smirking, and he certainly doesn't sound displeased by Tony's method of subject-changing.]

It's one of my many talents, [Tony replies, stroking his thumbs in small circles over Gene's skin to test his reaction. He's trying to smirk as well, but he's not doing a very good job of it, because the smirk seems determined to spread into a wide, giddy grin.]

[Gene inhales sharply again, and if Tony is keeping score, that is a good gasp. It takes him a moment to get his breath back, but in the meantime, he's tightened his grasp on Tony, pressing them together as close as they'll go with, you know, obnoxious things like clothes in the way.]

Oh yeah? [Gene asks, his eyes hooded, his smirk broadening.] So what are your other talents?

[~~putting the whole thing in his mouth~~

That hadn't been an entirely intentional innuendo, but hey, what the heck, he'll roll with it. Now the question is: to be cheeky and say something like "mechanical engineering and particle physics," or...] Want to come find out?

[Ah, yes, and there's the smirk.]

[~~don't make him test you on that~~

Gene's smirk is still fixed in place, and his glance flicks down, and back up to meet Tony's eyes, lingering first on his mouth for a moment.] Hmm, you have no idea just how much.

[He leans in to kiss Tony, briefly, and resists the urge to make it longer and more intense. He's not sure how he manages to stop himself.] I can't believe it. I can't believe you actually...like me. After all I've done...after everything...

[~~Is that a challenge, Gene? You do know how Tony loves a challenge.~~

Ooh, Gene. You naughty thing. Tony raises his eyebrows in response, and his smile becomes decidedly more wicked.

But then Gene kisses him again, before he can get any ideas about doing other things with his mouth (...at least while they're still in the lab).]

Yeah, I can't believe it either. [He knocks his forehead gently against Gene's, a playful headbutt, and then leans in to nip at his ear.] Jerk, [he teases.]

[~~You want to see just how bad he can be? You'll get your chance, in time.~~

Tony, rude! He was trying to inject a little solemnity and humility into this whole exercise! Not that it was ever actually going to work, but, whatever.

Gene still feels terribly lucky that Tony wants him. Even after all he's done. Even after everything. After everything.

If someone had told him back in July that three months later he'd end up aggressively kissing the boy who'd ripped his arm out of joint, he would have started laughing and never stopped.

In point of fact, he's laughing now - first, a little at the unexpected headbutt, and second, to hide the frisson of desire that shot through him when Tony had nipped at his ear.] A jerk, am I? [he asks smugly, and leans in himself to brush his lips against the bare skin of Tony's neck and jawline.] Insolent...that's what you are.

[~~WE'RE GOING TO HELL~~

Tony lets out a ~~very manly and totally dignified~~ squeak of surprise and pleasure when Gene trails his lips across his neck and then his jaw. Gene calls him insolent, and Tony (never one to disappoint) snickers and says,] Yeah, I get that a lot.

[Tony's hands have been creeping back up this whole time, but underneath Gene's shirt now, and they've come to rest on Gene's waist, skin to skin. He nibbles Gene's ear again, then kisses the soft skin of his neck right underneath it.] What do you want to do about it? [he murmurs, grinning impishly.]

[~~YUP~~

Hah, Gene likes that reaction.] You also don't know when to shut up, [he says, right before Tony's hands settle on his waist - underneath his shirt! - and he emits a surprised noise of his own. And at that point, he's lost; where in the hell Stark picked up that ear-nibbling thing he's decided not to ask, and he's also decided not to ask why he likes it so damn much. But, er, mind the neck. Tony doesn't hit a danger spot, but he comes close, and Gene feels a rush of adrenaline of an entirely different sort than has been flowing through him. With effort, he manages to fight it down and focus on the here-and-now. With good reason; the here-and-now's pretty damn attractive.

When Tony speaks, he shivers. Having Tony right up against his skin like that is...something else.] First, I think I'm going to find a better use for that mouth, [he growls, and kisses Tony again.

WELL YOU DID ASK.]

[Gene shivers when Tony reaches under his shirt, and when Gene says that in that low growl, Tony shivers too. He decides he quite likes the effect, from both sides.

He can't think of a clever response to the earlier "don't know when to shut up" comment ~~because it's true~~, but Gene's second statement makes him chuckle softly.] Like what? [he purrs.]

[Gene grins. His face isn't used to the expression, so it settles into a cat-that-ate-the-canary smirk.] If you ever stop talking, maybe I can show you, [he says in that same low throaty growl, because he likes the way that he made Tony shiver just then.

He presses a kiss to the hinge of Tony's jaw, nipping gently at the skin there and trying to remember exactly why he shouldn't make good on that innuendo right now. And there surely must be some reason - otherwise, he's not sure he could have restrained himself so far. Because given all the places his mind is going right now, this is the picture of restraint.]

Mmm. [Tony laughs again. He nuzzles Gene's cheek, then leans in close and whispers in his ear,] Make me.

[Tony. This is a terrible fucking idea ~~ah-thank you!~~.

So of course Gene is all for it. The goad is phrased as a command, which he is all too happy to obey, and he trails his mouth along Tony's jaw - got to enjoy the journey as well as the destination! - before kissing him again, like he's the very air he needs to breathe.

Yeah, they should probably stop, or something, before this gets even more out of hand. And speaking of hands: Gene's are now slipping underneath Tony's shirt, tracing up his sides and back.]

[~~By their powers combined, they are The Absolute Worst At Ideas Ever.~~

And Tony is not disappointed by Gene's response: that kiss, wow. That is a pretty spectacular kiss. The experience is further enhanced by Gene's hands sliding under Tony's shirt, and Tony groans, seriously struggling not to start tearing Gene's clothes off right here in the lab.

But that, of course, reminds him of why he shouldn't be tearing Gene's clothes off in the lab (hint: the reason's name is Solomon). He - barely - restrains himself, and when they finally pull apart, he gasps out,] Do... Do you want to go... somewhere else? [~~In other words: would you like to come upstairs and see his etchings, Gene?~~

Because Tony is by no means inclined to stop what is going on right now. He would just rather not have somebody, you know, walk in on them in the middle of something, um, interesting.]

[Ah yes, Solomon Wreath can now add "cockblocker-by-proxy" to his titles. How nice for him.

~~Gene absolutely would like to come up to see his etchings.~~ He smirks again, running his fingers over Tony's ribs, and is about to respond, when--

What'cha doin'? You seem pretty happy!

OH GOD KALLIEL NO NOW IS NOT THE TIME. Gene freezes and tries to think of a response that will not bring up the awkward birds-and-bees talk he'd managed, thankfully, to avoid.

Just...hanging out with Tony.

Cool! I'll come join you!

WELL FUCK. AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY. Gene awkwardly scrambles back away from Tony, an expression of sheer panic on his face as he pulls his shirt down and smooths out his hair, and not a moment too soon, because Kalliel pokes his head in the door.

Hi! the turtle says cheerfully, unaware of what he just interrupted.]

[Things seem to be going pretty well, and Tony's getting all hot and bothered about the prospect of going back to one of their suites and really getting down to business, when suddenly Gene leaps away, looking downright horrified.

Tony's heart seizes, and his mind immediately runs to the worst case scenario. He's changed his mind, he doesn't want me, he's realized this is crazy, it IS crazy, I can't believe I—

And then Kalliel sticks his head in the door.

Oh.

GENE. WHY DID YOU NOT LOCK THE DOOR BEHIND YOU. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON'T LOCK THE DOOR, GENE ~~not like that stopped Pepper~~.

Tony can't help it. The timing and nature of the interruption are just so absurd that, after a moment of stunned silence, he bursts out laughing.]

Kalliel. Oh my god.

Edited 2014-10-17 03:48 (UTC)

[To be fair, Gene did not come down here expecting to get inside Tony's personal bubble, let alone quite...so...close. Not locking the door was a forgivable oversight. Besides, a locked door probably wouldn't stand in Kalliel's way. He's like the size of a car.

Gene starts laughing, too, because what the fuck. What the fuck?! His life has now reached peak absurdity. Not much can be more absurd than this! ~~Malicant, you are welcome to drop in performing an award-winning jazz tap routine at any time.~~

Kalliel looks confused. What's going on? Why are you laughing?

Gene puts his face in his hand, his shoulders shaking and an honest-to-goodness grin on his face.] Is it cliche to say "you'll understand when you're older"?

[Yes! Kalliel doesn't quite know what "cliche" means, but it probably means something like "not helpful".]

[Tony laughs harder at "you'll understand when you're older," until he's practically doubled over with mirth.

Clearly, whatever entity or force is pan-dimensionally cockblocking them has a sense of humor.

When he has recovered enough to breathe again, he looks over at Gene and gestures helplessly at Kalliel, obviously asking, "so what now?"]

[What's the big idea? the turtle asks, somewhat indignantly. Gene just shakes his head slowly, one hand on his face, trying to hide a smile.

Dammit!

He turns to Kalliel.] You know what, we probably need a break. It's getting stuffy in here. [Read: yeah maybe they should find somewhere more secluded to make out.] Let's go get a snack. [Can't snog on an empty stomach! Well, you can, but this at least reduces the need for later breaks. And...hopefully Gene can use this time to convince Kalliel to bother Nilin tonight instead.]

Right. A snack. [Tony says unenthusiastically. When he was thinking about doing other things with his mouth, snacks wasn't exactly what he had in mind.]

So, um, where does everybody want to go? [Where does one go, to get a minibus-sized turtle a snack?]

[Taco Bell. The answer is always Taco Bell.]

Uh...you pick, Kalliel.

[Ha! Follow me! And the turtle motors out surprisingly quickly. Before Gene follows, he works his hand into Tony's, and squeezes it once. We're just on hold, he thinks. It's not over.]

If it's a giant ball of seaweed, I'll pass, [Tony jokes.

He smiles when Gene squeezes his hand, and it makes him feel a little better about being interrupted. He's started to worry that after that temporary loss of... inhibition? boundaries? sanity? one or the other of them will come to their senses and quash this before it even really gets started.

And he doesn't want to let this slip away. He may be absolutely out of his mind, but he wants this to work.]

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jesus god

tootsie pop will never die

new meme? new meme

also BELATED WARNING FOR BASICALLY SOFTCORE SMUT LOL sorry everyone about this totally trash ship

haha um yeah SORRY NEVER EXPECTED IT TO GET QUITE THIS INTERESTING /looks at ground

j/k I'm a terrible person and I'm totally not sorry

I think this is the most I've EVER used Gene's "happy" icons in a thread. And that's terrible.

you're going to have to dump a bucket of cold water on him to keep him from escalating this more

and just like that, i'm p sure we've reached the legal limit of hte yaois allowed in an open comm

still not sorry

oh psh did I impy I was SORRY?! well, maybe I am a little sorry, for this

all right, citizens, the coast is clear, you may now return to your smut-free lives

FOR NOW.

future softcore porn will be restricted to private channels. probably.

what porn, they barely got to second base

it was a pretty steamy second base, though

and I regret nothing

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