mental link

[100mitsubishis]

DREAM there isn't anything else	THIEF get in get out
DYING a boring side effect	PARTY god that would be awesome

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[ Kavinsky needs more than he knows, Sam's sure of that - he's not as sure that Sam's the one who can give it to him, but that doesn't matter right now.

What matters is that it's too late to dislodge Sam. Kavinsky's mind is a familiar feel, from the time they accidentally shared brain space, and Sam settles deeper into it. There's the feel of fingertips up his spine, warm and solid as if they were actually there, and Sam leans in to curl his hand around the back of Kavinsky's neck and hold on tight, kissing him again. ]

( I am who I am, tiger, you've seen most of it. ) [ More than a lot of the Nest, really - he's seen the memories of Sam killing men and saving them, felt downy feathers and sharp knives.

He is who he is, and the darkness that twines in his mind doesn't make him feel the sun any less brighter.

You let me in, his mind murmurs, an observation and a promise, and he threads his other hand in Kavinsky's hair hard enough to sting and wraps his wings around them both. ]

[100mitsubishis]

[Kavinsky opened the door wide, and his reasoning doesn't matter weeks later. He could try to explain why he did what he did and for what purpose--how he meant to build up his own mental resistances to a worthy height and then how he didn't think letting Sam challenge him once would mean he could forever, permanently as long as the symbiotes keep sucking at the teat of their gray matter. He didn't know.

Does Sam kiss like this in the land of the waking? Does he always use the foundation he built in the bowels of someone else's mind to stop them from leaving? Are his lips this breathtaking? Kavinsky's always preferred the world that appeared before him once he shut his eyes, so he can't imagine they're equals.

But maybe the hand pulling his hair would leave an even sharper sting behind, which makes him nearly, kind of want to know. A want tucked away to be observed from a distance at a later time.]

( Don't say I didn't warn you. )

[Although he didn't, but Kavinsky gives up the ghost for a glorious moment where his lips part, his tongue darts out, and he lets his grip on the dream world around them go slack. They could be anywhere, as long as Sam lets Kavinsky shove past his teeth.]

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ The thing is - the thing is, Sam didn't know either. He does now, maybe, or at least he suspects, that it's never just once and done, that this ability he hasn't quite fully developed has effects that linger. But he can't say he wouldn't have done it anyway. Can't say he wouldn't have let Kavinsky in, have tried to get Kavinsky to let him in - he's still gonna try, still gonna work to prove to him that he deserves better, deserves love, that he's worth more than he thinks.

Only now it's easy, when it's somewhere in their subconscious. This isn't the first time that Sam's let himself drift into the symbiote link, focuses so much on the mental that it might as well be the physical. And he kisses like he always kisses, like he'd kiss if this was the physical.

Maybe. Definitely. Sam is who he is, and Kavinsky may shape the dream world with an easy hand, but Sam weaves himself into Kavinsky's mind, sharp talons and soft feathers. His teeth graze over Kavinsky's tongue as he lets it lick into his mouth, scraping somewhere between playful and a tease at a bite that doesn't come, as he soothes it instead with a swipe of his own tongue.

It's a challenge, almost. He'll take everything Kavinsky's got, anything he thinks he can throw at him.

He doesn't need a warning. ]

[100mitsubishis]

[Someone who isn't Kavinsky, who wasn't bred with that kind of resilience in mind, should tell Sam he wants too much. That he gives off this aura of a giver, and he certainly gives it out like nobody's business, but he's no saint. Not unless saints are also incessant men nearing forty with hands so warm they leave burned reminded wherever they settle. And that's not even dream Sam, the one who's free to do whatever he wants because he has no idea there are consequences to these actions. Normal Sam can be six times as bad; under the guise of a lesson, he dug a ditch in Kavinksy's mind and left a personal GPS tracker.

No wonder he ended up in his dream. No wonder he ended up kissing him and dragging his teeth along Kavinsky's tongue. What did K think was gonna happen after Sam entangled them?

He has always been adept at dangerous. When did he become weak enough to think anything would be safe?

Kavinsky's nails catch along Sam's ribs, over the cotton-knit dream shirt he wears, so it's doubtful he'll leave a mark (not that he could, not that it's real). He tries to, anyway. He's got tenacity in spades as he digs into the fabric and draws them up and up.]