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The Mount, Ex-Los Angeles

The last time anyone from Fandom had been in Kathy's LA, the heroes had been living inside the walls that surrounded Paramount Studios, with the exes and the South Seventeens laying claim to everything else. Since then, they'd expanded; the Big Wall pushing the borders out almost a mile in all four directions. In some spots, it was hard to tell that there had ever been a zombocalypse; the streets were clean, the buildings repaired, the blood all scrubbed away. There was a proper school, lots of farms and gardens, several churches, and even a small library. The studio was still the heart of the community, but people had started to spread out and settle. It was still a tight fit, several thousand people into one square mile, but honestly not much worse than Los Angeles used to be, back before the world died and reanimated again.

Life had fallen back into a rhythm again. People got up, got ready for the day. Kids were sent off to school, adults took themselves to various jobs, though there were fewer sales people, baristas, and aspiring actors and a lot more guards, scavengers, and farmers these days. There was a brewery down on Larchmont and a still over on Monroe. Burns Park let people enjoy a bit of nature where the kids could run around and burn off steam and a Gold's Gym practically against the Big Wall. That was where the Unbreakables spent most of their free time, with curious gawkers watching them put more and more weight onto the machines.

It was a bustling little community of survivors, as safe as a place could be, surrounded on all sides by millions of undead waiting to find a way inside to devour them all.

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"Just tired," Max said. "Keeping up a spell like this takes energy and I had to boost it while I was up here and you were down there."

He put an effort into smiling. "Looks like we'll just have to stay really close, I guess."

"Uh huh," Dante said. He looked skeptical. "Sure, I buy that."

"You caught me," Max said. "I just wanted to cuddle."

He deliberately stepped into Dante's personal space, trying to press himself against him.

"Hey!"

Dante shoved him back, one hand pressed against his chest.

"Back off."

"Ugh," Max said, obligingly backing off. "And here I thought we were finally getting somewhere. Like third base maybe."

Dante shook his head, his eyes narrowing.

"I'm not buying this either," he said, but he turned towards the edge of the roof. There was a fire escape; he figured Max would know how to use it.

"What, you think we've taken a walk and now we're best friends?" Max asked, heading for the fire escape. "I'm an asshole and a creep, remember? I'm just trying to live down to your expectations."

"Yeah, I'm starting to figure out why you have so many friends," Dante said, jumping down to the ground below.

"And how many friends do you have?" Max asked. "Are you going home to parades of cheering fans throwing panties at you? Or is it a quiet house waiting for you until someone decides you have something to offer in exchange for their attention?"

That last one glanced off a sore spot, though not hard enough to get much of a reaction. "You want me to count?" he drawled. "Or should I just point out I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, while you got offed trying to french a decomposing actress?"

"Considering what my perceptions were being filtered through, that's still an amazing level of self-control," Max muttered. "And I could be dripping in pussy and dick right now, but I've been a little busy trying to keep a demon from eating every survivor here, including your girlfriend."

Beat.

"Didn't want you to get jealous. You're welcome."

"You know if you just fucking managed to like, take the asshole down even five percent," Dante said, walking around to find Max at the bottom of the fire escape, "You might actually get somewhere with people."

Beat.

"By the way, I saw Kathy right after she came back from the dead. You are probably so far from fucking okay, it's fucking ridiculous."

"If I took the asshole down five percent, we'd already be fucking in an alcove, so again, you're welcome," Max said, breezing right past that second comment. "Or, I dunno, maybe that's if I raised it up another five percent. You seem like the kind of guy who likes it when someone's a dick to you right before they slip their dick to you."

Dante was not going to punch him again.

Dante was not going to punch him again.

Dante was not going to punch him again because that was what Max was trying for and also he needed all that energy to step on a very old part of him that really wanted to latch onto that and speculate about what fucking Max would be like. (Sometimes he hated how expressive his face could be.)

"Whatever, suit yourself," he snarled instead. "I don't care."

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It would be amazing, Dante. Just ask him.

"That's not what your face says," Max drawled. "I mean, sure. You look pissed, but that's okay. I like it rough."

Three years ago he'd been saying the exact same shit to people. Dante was painfully aware of that, tried to put it aside, and rubbed his forehead. "Koreatown is this way, right?" he asked.

Pointedly.

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"I mean, look for the pile of rubble and ashes, you can't miss it," Max said dryly, heading off towards it. "You been? Before shit broke down, I mean. Get a chance to visit little Banzai's charming family when you came to collect her?"

"No," Dante said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his coat as he followed. "You know where they lived?"

"Couldn't tell you the apartment number, but I know which bedroom was hers," Max said, casually.

Dante's gaze snapped abruptly from the street to Max. "What the fuck?"

"What the - oh, for fuck sake, Dante." Max rolled his eyes. "I know the fire escape she used to climb out of to go heroing. I didn't creep in and look at her while she's undressing. I don't go for the sweet ones, okay?"

He liked assholes who knew the score. Dante.

"That's Nick's thing, shit."

"Don't remind me," Dante said, irritably. "And you can't exactly fucking blame me for thinking that."

"Awww, or what?" Max asked. "You gonna beat him up? Shit, he's not half as blatant as I am to you." He paused. "Or is it different because you're actually into it?"

"If he tries to come at Kathy again, hell yeah, I'm gonna beat him up," Dante said, bypassing that last part entirely. It wasn't worth his breath. "Does this place just breed skeezebags or what?"

"Bred Kathy, too, so what do you think?" Max asked, leading them down an uneven road. The tar had melted and reformed in places and all around them were tall, burned-out buildings. "And come for her how? I just wanna know so I can be there. You think he's gonna do some kind of fucked up kiss goodbye or something?"

Max sounded positively cheery at that possibility.

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