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[Atem's figured out by now that Ryou is a seize-the-moment kind of guy. He has pieced together that it's very likely because Ryou spent a lot of important moments in terrible pain, which isn't great, and that a lot of things in Ryou's life didn't last, which is also not great, but it does mean Atem respects that Ryou has already weighed his hangover against his desire to kiss, if kissing is what he's doing. He'll take what he wants, rather than wait.

So, Atem doesn't act like Ryou's mother. Instead, he shifts so that he's facing Ryou more completely, and he floats an inch or so up so that his back-wings can pull themselves free from anywhere they're pinned between him and the couch, and they wrap around Ryou's back, big and gold and warm.

It's easy to not think of anything at all, like this. The taste in his mouth, the hand on his chest, feeling his heart -- his heart, beating and alive -- makes him feel molten again, warm and relaxed, all his hard edges melting away.

They're going to make out a little. One of Atem's hands is going to drift down to take hold of Ryou's jaw, and the other is going to get deep in his double-coat hair, close to the scalp, his thumb catching the base of one ear by accident as the rest of his fingers stroke and wind it. The kiss is going to break, and Atem's going to plant little kisses along Ryou's jaw, and murmur--]

You're beautiful.

[--without any shame at all against the side of Ryou's neck, above the collar. Why shouldn't he say it? It's true. Ryou looks beautiful, he feels beautiful, his heart's beautiful. For once it's in a language they both speak, but the tone's going to be familiar, used for similar but less intelligible endearments.]

Edited 2021-11-30 23:54 (UTC)

[Ryou tenses, just for a moment, as the wings enclose him. He's not scared of Atem, but there is something reflexive in the back of his mind, of clawed wings digging into his back, tearing, ripping--

No. Not today. Not right now.

He leans in closer, shifting his weight against Atem as if he's melting. The tip of his tail is wagging slowly, thoughtlessly, as he loses himself in the kiss. After everything else...Ryou really is desperate to take the good moments and hold them close to his heart.

When Atem brushes his thumb against the base of an ear, Ryou lets out a soft, pleased sound and his fingers curl in against Atem's chest, gripping at his clothing, holding him closer, if that's even possible.

By the time they pull away from each other, he's breathless. He's warm...being here with Atem is like curling up next to a crackling campfire that brings comfort. And of course he's perfectly happy to let Atem's lips travel along his jaw. He laughs softly when Atem tells him he's beautiful.]

You certain make me feel that way.

[Atem also makes him feel a couple of other ways with those words whispered against his neck, the warm breath tickling in the gap between the collar and his skin. It's...nice.

The hand that had been settled against Atem's chest traces upward, a clawed fingertip trailing along his neck, across his jaw...and then he reaches up to gently weave his fingers into the feathers of one headwing, running his padded thumb upward from the primaries without disturbing the arrangement...then back down.

It feels interesting. Like the snakes, he's sure he'll miss these.]

I don't know how I ever got along without seeing how beautiful you are...

[That touch going up his chest is welcome, and the way Atem shifts under it makes that obvious -- tilting his head out of the way, leaning his jaw in, eyes half-closed, feathers fluffing and then relaxing. The compliment's accepted, too: this body, at least, feels right to him, and right is the same thing as beautiful. Even if his mind isn't right, this basic shape is his, is connected to him more than the vampire one is, but even when he's a vampire...Atem's mouth pulls up in a slight, uncharacteristically gentle smile.]

When I'm with you...I feel at home with myself. No matter which body I happen to be in.

[Vampire, naga, nephilim -- none of them are quite what he used to be, but there are things to like about them all.

Which reminds him. Ryou's carrying a lot of smells with him, and he wants a shower. Wine taste is sexy; old dry alcohol smell, not as much. That's a problem, because drying out his tail takes forever, and Atem doesn't want to get up. What if...]

I wonder...

[Will it work? Or will it end up like some of his other ideas, like drying Ryou out? What if the purification spell accidentally kills all the bacteria in Ryou's body?

If Atem tries it, he should probably try to limit it, to just the parts that are covered in fur....surface clean only......]

[Sweet talk is honestly exactly where Ryou wants them to make a nice happy little nest in. He loves feeling Atem move into his touch, react to him. He wants to do more...but he also knows they're limited by the fact that Ryou needs to shower, he smells like whatever scents have clung to his double-coat, which is frustrating since when he changes back, it permeates his day form's skin just a bit, almost like he's been sweating. It's not nearly as bad on skin though.

And...he's figured out by now that he doesn't sweat to cool off. Thus, cooling off is a private activity because you can't just pant around people, okay?

Atem's last words do pique his interest though, as evidenced by the raise of his ears and the tilt of his head to one side.]

Wonder what?

I might be able to clean your fur.

[He sits up a bit, off the eyeball pillows he's been leaning back on, softening the arm of the couch.]

Let me try it somewhere small...

[A test run, to see if it works. Atem picks a patch of fur on Ryou's shoulder, pushes the neck of Ryou's shirt aside, and glances up for confirmation -- the green light to let Atem give it a shot.

This part isn't over a part of Ryou's body that'll make him suffer awfully if Atem can't keep his power limited to the surface and accidentally kills off all his digestive bacteria. He can almost hear Giorno warning him about it.

Honestly, testing it on an animal they don't care about would be best, but that'd defeat the whole point of using this to save time.]

Oh?

[Okay, now Ryou's extra intrigued. He of course allows Atem to do as he likes. It doesn't bother him to have part of his shoulder exposed, he'd take off the shirt if it made things easier. But for now, he simply nods to give Atem the okay to proceed.

He knows he won't be hurt.]

Go on, then. I trust whatever you have in mind.

[It's said encouragingly, because he wants to know! He wants to see what Atem is going to test on him and despite the bumps in the road with regard to Ryou's health, he'd still put his faith in Atem wholeheartedly.]

[That faith matters to him. Atem doesn't want to let Ryou down by being careless. So, when a glowing zig-zag line appears on the back of his hand, and water starts to flow down his fingers and into Ryou's fur, Atem's cautious, careful, feeding it less power than he used when saving himself from Mukuro's bite. Come to think of it, it didn't seem to have done anything to her...this is probably going to be okay...

Still. This isn't a battle. His mouth is pressed tight, lips thin, eyes focused.

The water flows through and around Ryou's shoulder, then dissipates, leaving the patch of fur clean, and perhaps more valuably, already dry.]

[Ryou immediately shudders as he feels the water run through and across his fur, surprised at the presence of it at all. Since when was being a nephilim a free pass into extra elemental spells?

He doesn't have much time to think about it though, because after a time, the wetness...kind of just goes away, leaving Ryou confused and...impressed.]

...How did you do that?

[Also can he do it again? Please give Ryou a free instant-dry shower, he does not want to dry his tail!

But he's not going to ask...yet.]

It's a purification spell. I was worried it might backfire, but...

[He runs a hand over the fur patch.]

...it seems okay.

[Don't get careless. Keep it to the surface. This is a horror game, even baths aren't safe.]

Want me to do the rest?

[Excellent. He doesn't even need to ask!]

I feel fine, so I see no reason why we shouldn't do it. Do you...need me to remove my...um. My clothes?

[Look they may have been together but even so, the idea of stripping in front of Atem for this kind of thing is still something he'd prefer getting permission for. It shows in the way his cheeks are slightly pink, and in the way one ear flops sideways uncertainly.]

Only if you want to.

[Someone's feeling well enough to joke. It's very hard not to, when Ryou has expressive little ears like that. Look at them. They're positively adorable.]

[Ryou can tell that Atem's joking, they're around each other all the time, and quite honestly? Atem's one of the few people Ryou feels like he can joke around as well. That's why the corner of his mouth curves upward in amusement, before he shifts back a little and hooks his thumbs at the hem of his shirt.]

That's disappointing.

[...Is all he says as he lifts his shirt over his head, slowly and deliberately and definitely not to be sexy, just to be a shit. When he finally pulls it completely off and drops it to the floor, the look on his face definitely gives away that he's got jokes of his own.]

I thought I was "beautiful."

[Funny thing about being a werewolf: Ryou has (almost) normal irises and pupils. So now Atem has to contend with the smile reaching his eyes in a more obvious way, and how Ryou really does have big, dumb eyes that make him look almost twice as soft as he could ever look while being a shade, with light-voids on his face.

At any rate, Ryou crosses his legs in front of him, since he knows his paws are dirty as well (and he's glad Atem's going to purify them, because he already feels bad about putting them on the couch).]

You are!

[He takes hold of both Ryou's hands in his, the grin on his face widening, mischief joining the fondness in his eyes.]

But I'm not a "randy old vampire" anymore. As an angelic monster type, I'm much more inclined to protect your honor...

[heh heh heh. Angels probably shouldn't lie, either, but here he is, acting like he didn't follow that shirt's journey up with his three front facing functioning eyes.]

Edited 2021-12-01 16:44 (UTC)

My honor, he says.

[Ryou shakes his head, but laces his fingers with Atem's anyway, because this is fun and warm and good. He's feeling terribly relaxed in this situation, enough to continue the playful tone.

Certainly enough to get his tail wagging, traitor that it is.]

Do earthbound angels still abide the same rules? Fallen to the realm of man...? Do as man does, right?

[Don't make him DM at you, sir. He can fluff it up all he likes.]

Heh heh...!

[This is the funniest thing. It's so fun how Ryou just falls into playing sometimes, like they're making up their own rules of reality, and he supposes today the game is fallen guardian angel.]

I'm sure I have no idea what you mean by that.

[Ha ha ha, he's gonna play back, winding their fingers tighter together, the tufted tip of his lion tail plucking itself up in an irregular rhythm, quick and playful. Casting the spell can wait. This goofing-off is relaxing, reassuring. Everything feels all right.]

If you weren't such a good creature, I'd think you were angling to seduce me.

[Oh, he's good now too? Ryou laughs, and it's such a genuine sound that even though they're playing off each other like this...the emotion is pure. He can be as sassy as he wants, but in the end, he loves Atem and there's always going to be an undercurrent of earnest care.

He likes it much more than worry.]

That's not quite how I expect you to purify me, but werewolves are cursed beings. Maybe that's what you're here for. To lift the curse of the damned.

[Ryslig weres dont work that way, but logic doesn't matter, shut up brain, he's busy. Very very busy with wagging his tail--which is moving faster and he can't stop because he is having fun--and idly running his thumb across the back of one of Atem's hands.

Truthfully...these are the kinds of things he wishes they could do all the time. Playing out loud is still a game. He'd game with you anytime, Atem.]

[Oh, the idea is there's a curse?

He switches to deadpan.]

If it washes away your wolf ears, I'm not doing it.

[He has opinions. He lets go of Ryou's hands, actually, to rub Ryou's ears between his fingers, getting his ring and pinky-fingertips into Ryou's hair. Soft! Cute! These must stay! He wants to pet them!]

They're too cute to get rid of!

[Ryou lowers his head, and his tail wagging slows as he relaxes, because yes, happy, but also yes, ear rubs.

The deadpan is totally lost on him, he's gone.]

Mmm...I like them too, if I'm being honest...

[He hums the words out quietly, because having his ears pet is a surefire way to relax him completely, evidently. It's only by sheer force of will that he doesn't drop his head onto Atem's shoulder and doze off right there.]

[Sweetheart. Precious sweet puppy boy, absolute treasure of a person.

Atem has to let go and lean his face in, so he's almost nose to nose with Ryou. One hand goes to his cheek.]

All right. I'm going to try to get you clean. If it starts to feel weird, or you feel anything happening below the skin, tell me right away, okay?

[A sleepy Ryou smiles softly, then closes the distance, booping Atem's nose with his own big pink one. Honestly, you can't just put your face there and not expect someone to bump noses. That would be criminal.]

I'll tell you, don't worry.

[Implicitly, he trusts that nothing will go wrong.]

[He gives Ryou a little kiss, just a quick one, one that's preceded and followed by a nuzzle of foreheads. It is disgustingly affectionate. Then, he nods, and the zig-zag line on his hand glows white again. Water flows over Ryou's face, starting at his hand, moving through Ryou's hair, over his ears, then travels down his back, his arms, and over his tail. It's wet at first, then dry, and leaves the fur and skin clean and nearly scentless. There's a light smell left, but it's just Ryou, and water, and a little bit flower-sweet.

As long as it doesn't seem to be doing harm, doesn't seem to be affecting anything below the skin, and Ryou doesn't mention discomfort...he sends it down Ryou's legs, too, all the way to the padded bottoms of his feet. First wet, then dry, fresh and clean.]

[Just as it had been the first time, the sensation of being saturated by water is very strange, and Ryou's immediate reactions are to simultaneously close his eyes against it and shiver, as well as splay a hand on the couch as if he's worried that the water might soak through. His tail fur flattens out, his hair flops in front of his face--

--and then he's dry again, his fur fluffing out and his hair bouncing back into its fluffy, usual styling with feathered ends and all. It doesn't hurt or feel weird--outside of the sensation of being wet-then-not-wet, so he lets Atem continue down his legs. This time he gets a good look at the fur on his feet being saturated like someone's poured a glass of water on him...then fluff up, clean and dry.

His nostrils flare a bit as he examines himself. He...smells nice. Almost perfumed.

And then he has to ask, because he remembers something from a couple months earlier:]

...So am I holy and presentable to the gods now? I wouldn't want to embarrass you.

[He smiles, only lightly teasing.]

[He lets out a relieved breath, when it seems to go smoothly -- that ends in a heh! Ryou remembers that, huh?]

Yes. No god or spirit of the dead would be offended by the way you smell now.

[Atem reaches out to pet the nice, clean tail, once, admiring. Look at that fur. Usually, it takes ages to get it this clean and dry -- he knows, he hears the hair-dryer going.]

[Ryou's tail matted exactly once and brushing those things out had been very painful. Once was enough to know that he needed to blow his tail out after a shower. But he wasn't going to give up showers or baths, okay? They were so easy as a werewolf!

(Except the drying)

He looks pretty pleased with the results himself, and the tip of his tail curls up a little.]

Thank you...you've saved me possibly falling asleep in the bath, haha...

[No seriously. He drags after transforming in the morning. Speaking of which...he attempts to bite back a yawn. Ugh, no. No, he wants to stay up with Atem...this is the worst scenario...]

You're exhausted.

[A quick kiss, to Ryou's temple. He really does smell nice like this. It's hard to keep his hands away from Ryou's hair; Atem winds a strand of it around one finger.]

You should go to bed. It's been a long day!

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