Does that make this a fifth wall?

[expiration]

[It's chilly here, wherever here is. It seems to be some kind of Angel village from the looks of it. Probably another hotel room. It's a relief to wade through the throng of winged people find a familiar face. He plucks a feather out of Tsuzuki's wings to get his attention.]

I don't know what this is about, and I don't really want to know. Just take your pants off so we can get out of here, okay?

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[expiration]

[He accepts it with a curious tilt to his head.]

I thought you said it was a safe space here.

[idealism]

It is... usually.

[A flash of guilt clouds his emotions. Tsuzuki sits down on the cough, looking away.]

I was possessed, for a while. You - a different you, I mean, kept me from hurting people.

[expiration]

That's what I'm here to do. [He slides closer on the couch, slipping behind Tsuzuki and giving his wing a tender stroke.] No matter which me it is.

The Hotel gave Sargatanas an unfair advantage. I couldn't defend myself properly. It's over now. And it looks like it's over now for you too.

[idealism]

You're good at it, too. I'm glad we have each other's backs, 'soka.

[His attention doesn't stray from Hisoka's hands, as if he's still not sure whether he's dangerous or no. All he knows is that the partner he knew wouldn't be so casual about it. Still, his wing moves against Hisoka's hand, as if he can't deny himself contact.]

Yes. It's a long time ago. How did you get away?

[expiration]

[It encourages him to become more detailed, grooming away the suffering and bent feathers and clearing the molting bits that the resident Hisoka never really wants to touch.]

My Tsuzuki found me in a public shower. He saved me. I'd still be wearing that collar if it wasn't for him.

[idealism]

[Tsuzuki moans. It even feels better than eating cake when he's hungry. The wing tremble beneath the ministration, before it stretches out, giving Hisoka more room to work on the vulnerable spots that were prone to aching. It's making his head a little fuzzy.]

There were... public showers?

[expiration]

There's everything there. I had to use the public showers because it was the most humiliating.

[He leans in to nuzzle the wings then, before settling back to continue grooming them, rubbing through the achey bits with the aid of a little empathic cheating.]

You like this, don't you? Is it what turns you on here?

[idealism]

That's so cruel. That's-

[He stops, his attention fully on what Hisoka's doing. It's difficult enough to pay attention without Hisoka cheating like that.]

[The comment's enough to make little alarm bells go off in his head, no matter how good it feels. His Hisoka's been very clear about what he thinks about things like turn-ons.]

If I say yes, are you going to stop?

[expiration]

[He smiles gently.]

If I stop, then you'll never fuck me.

[idealism]

[It's enough to make him jump off the couch. Tsuzuki stares nervously, looking a bit spooked as he regards his partner. It's not that he find the idea funny - it's that he needs to get out of here because he really doesn't mind the thought. It's one of the more frustrating problems he's encountered after partnering with an empath.]

[He clears his throat, lifting his hands in surrender. It hurts to admit, but it's necessary.]

I'd never hurt you like that. I know how you feel about that.

[expiration]

[He blinks at Tsuzuki curiously, his palms still in the wing-groping position.]

Haven't you been paying attention to the conversation we just had? I cane get back to the Hotel until you fuck me.

[idealism]

[Mild freak-out aside, he still feels protective of the Hisoka in front of him. After some hesitation, he comes to sit down next to Hisoka again.]

But what if we can find a way for you to stay for a while? Maybe you won't have to go back there at all.

[expiration]

I don't have time to stay for a while I have to get back to my partner.

[idealism]

[Tsuzuki sighs. It feels like they're talking in circles.]

And if we do this and it doesn't work.... what then?

[expiration]

Then you keep fucking me until it does work.

[Mostly because he can't really think of another way for this to work.]

[idealism]

I don't want to betray you. When you recover from... this, you'll hate me.

[He strokes Hisoka's hair away from his face. He still wants to help him, even if things are difficult for him to accept. Apologetically, he turns slightly to the side, his wing returning to Hisoka's hands.]

[expiration]

[He returns his hands to where they'd left off, grooming and massaging the offered wing.]

...You think I'm behaving strangely. Is that it?

[idealism]

[The wing goes limp in his grasp. Tsuzuki sighs. It's useless to try to lie.]

A little bit.

[expiration]

I guess.. I'm probably different than I was at home. My Tsuzuki used to try fixing me a lot. He says I'm better now, though.

[idealism]

[Different is right. Tsuzuki's wing pushes against Hisoka's fingers in a clear cry for affection. It feels good to be petted, and it's even better when it's with someone he cares about. A long visit to a hotel doesn't change that, he realizes.]

You don't need fixing, Hisoka. You're perfect just the way you are.

[expiration]

[He smiles, givine an affectionate kiss to each wing in turn.] You sound just like he does.

[idealism]

[It feels good to be kissed there. It's such a new experience that it actually turns his face red. It's also giving him a belly full of butterflies.] He's me. We're supposed to sound alike.

[His wing wriggle in pleasure, almost against Tsuzuki's will. It's been a long time since anyone took time to groom him.]

...Are you sure this is okay?

[expiration]

Hm? Why wouldn't it be? [It's not like he's got Tsu tied up and gagged or anything extreme.]

[idealism]

[The night's still young.] Usually you don't like things like this.

[expiration]

It's better this way than the other ways.