stuck_mynock | Kale/Atton // MM continuity // Kazic III.

Kale/Atton // MM continuity // Kazic III.

"Okay," Atton says, holding the door open for Kale. "We're going to have to stay with my brother until I find us a place of our own. Shouldn't be more than a few days."

The door leads out onto a rectangular white room with a dozen tiers, and large windows looking out on a dark green landscape with a glowing purple sky.

There aren't any people around, currently. It's practically a ghost outpost.

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Atton keeps kissing down Kale's abdomen, but stops at the waistline of his trousers.

"Well, that was fun," he says lightly, standing.

He blinks and sits up watching Atton intently.

Atton gives Kale a huge grin, calling his shirt to his hand.

Not having the Force, Kale intercepts the shirt the old fashioned way. With his hands.

The huge grin is returned.

Atton gives Kale puppydog eyes.

"But, my shirt. I need it. To be dressed." Beat. "Your one won't fit."

"I thought we decided that you wearing a shirt was bad for the universe," he said. He puts on Atton's shirt, the sleeves almost completely covering his hands. "And pants. We decided pants were bad too."

"But I'm not wearing anything under these," Atton says, gesturing at his jeans. "Would me being naked not also be bad for the universe?"

"No, it would be very good for the universe," Kale says, crossing his arms. He likes Atton's shirt. It's comfy.

"Well, if you say so," Atton says, dropping his jeans and stepping out of them. "Happy now?"

The grin on Kale's face is so broad it threatens to split his face in twain. "Yes, yes very very happy."

Beat.

"You seem to be too."

Atton grins back at Kale.

"Yep. Now come here."

Kale hops off the couch and saunters over to Atton, stopping just out of reach. "Like this?"

Fondly: "You're a bastard."

"I happen to know exactly who my father is." It's fondly said back and he inches forward.

"Good for you," Atton replies, grinning.

"Yes, and he heartily will disapprove of this." Not because of anything beyond getting into relationships with someone so far into the past is just messy and interfering with the space time continuum.

"Yeah. Parents tend to disapprove of me a lot. I don't get why. Do they hate crime or something? I dunno, man."

Now he drapes his arms around Atton's neck to nuzzle at his chin. "More like you're from the wrong time period."

Kale has no comment on the crime bit. He's done/does enough shady things on his own to not be unbiased.

"Huh. Well, if I meet him, I just won't tell him that, then," Atton says, undoing Kale's trousers and pushing them down.

"He'd know. Jedi Master veerrah good with Seeing things with the Force. Delvar talent." He continues to nuzzle, stepping out of the pants.

"Hm. You know, I never met my father." Beat. "Which is weird, considering that I was the oldest of six children. They may be my half siblings, though: You can't really tell all that well with Kazics, we all look pretty similar."

"Delvars tend to look alike. Same red hair, freckles and green eyes. But we're bred for that trait."

His hands rest on Atton's hips and thumbs rub around in circles.

"Now, that's interesting," Atton remarks, thumbs sliding along the waistband of Kale's underwear.

"Sith experiment, apparently," he says with a nip of the earlobe.

"Huh. Tell me more."

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