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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[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.

[idealism]

Other ways?

[He turns slightly, just enough to offer his hand to Hisoka to touch. Tsuzuki can't bend far enough to touch much else.]

[expiration]

You know. The collars and crawling around. [He doesn't accept the offered hand, letting himself be preoccupied with the wings.] The whips and the handcuffs -- the humiliating kinds.

[idealism]

[Tsuzuki doesn't turn to face him. Instead he stares stiffly at the wall on the other side of the room. On one hand, those things sounds kind of interesting. But on the other, the idea that Hisoka found out about them in a hotel, at the hands of a demon just makes the potential fantasies bitter. He swallows.]

Yes, this is better.

[expiration]

There was a man once... He chained me to one of his slaves until I couldn't remember my name. I was there a long time I think. [He confesses it in an almost chatty tone, as if talking about what he had for dinner yesterday.]

[idealism]

[He slowly pulls his hand back, wrapping them around himself. Tsuzuki honestly doesn't know how to respond.]

I'm so sorry. Why did he do that to you?

[expiration]

He thought I was pretty. [Like everyone apparently does. It doesn't even phase him anymore, really.]

[idealism]

[Hisoka is pretty. It's not like he can deny that.] That doesn't give him the right to use you.

[expiration]

I told you. Some people like to take their sex. No big deal.

[idealism]

[He turns around, ignoring the shot of pain he gets in his wing because of the motion. Tsuzuki draws Hisoka into his arms, pulling into a tight hug.] It's a big deal to me.

[expiration]

[He smiles, giving Tsuzuki's cheek an affectionate lick. Old habits.]

[idealism]

[Tsuzuki isn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't a lick. He laughs lightly, hugging Hisoka close. He reaches for a wing of his, only to grasp empty air. It surprises him more than it should.]

[expiration]

[He in turn gropes downward, gripping Tsuzuki's ass firmly.]

Come on. Let me see the rest of you.

[idealism]

[He shyly nuzzles Hisoka's cheek. It's more than a little shocking to see Hisoka so dominant, even if that shock seems to go straight to his groin. He shrugs out of his shirt, though it gives him some trouble when it snags on his wings. Tsuzuki decides to ignore it.]

Are you sure this is alright?

[expiration]

Of course it will be. [His hand slides around to cup his frontside.]

Where do you keep your lube?

[idealism]

[He wriggles in appreciation, his hands going to the zipper of Hisoka's pants.]

In the bathroom.



It doesn't have an expiration date, right? It's been a while since I needed it. Not that--- uhm.