to ashes and blood

now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence

“Perhaps I shall keep my door unlocked, so you go through all of the work for it to already be readily open?” He teases, the low hum of his accent draping over his words playfully. A soft chuckle escapes him even as he leans into the warm hands at his neck and shoulders, letting his grin broaden as he listens to the brief bark of playful outrage from his lover, letting his chuckle continue.

Perhaps he should also apologize to them for having put Danta through such a terrible mood.

For the moment, he lifts himself enough to peer over at the windows and the dark of the storm outside in between flashes of lightning and thunderclaps. Turning his attention back to his lover with his comment, it’s with that same amused and cocky smile on his face that he hears his lover’s purr and is surprised when he’s yanked back down for a kiss – though not at all upset by it.

He presses into the kiss with a touch of neediness, after how long it’s been since he’d been able to indulge in Danta stress free. So indulge, he does. His tail winds around Danta’s leg and his arms shift, hands gliding up his lover’s chest to cup his cheeks as he presses more of his weight down against him like the perfect bony weighted blanket he is, succumbing to losing his breath with the press of their lips.

Parting when he needs to breathe and surely sees stars, the butcher's head tilts to press his warm kisses to the edge of his lips before guiding up to his cheek, panting lightly by his ear as he presses another kiss there, too.

Astaroth

beg me for forgiveness

// you knew who I was //

"Oh? A very clever idea that would be sure to infuriate me, if you hadn't just told me your dastardly plan," Danta informs him with an exaggerated sigh, though the smirk playing across his lips gives him away. "Good thing the only room I plan to sneak into is this one, and I fully expect you to already be in here when I arrive," he adds, before he makes the executive decision, between them, that they don't need to breathe for the next few moments.

More than used to cocky smiles and bratty remarks and mischief kindling between them, this morning, in contrast, Danta is almost sweet in his affections. Arching against the weight of the other man pressing him into the bed, as he shifts to hook his leg around Asta's waist and plunge his fingers through the back of his hair, he's nothing but gentle and attentive, and as they part he tilts his head readily as if to make sure he feels each and every kiss delivered across the sharp plane of his cheekbone.

"Gods, I have missed you, you know," he admits before he can stop himself, glancing away as if it might help to hide the sudden heat in his cheeks (it doesn't).

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //

now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence

It’s a good thing Asta hasn’t mentioned when the intention is – whether he’d leave the door unlocked night after night or simply on the day he thinks it most likely to result in Danta’s heist. For now, though, with the fact that they’d be remaining here together without having to part for the foreseeable, the butcher’s quite content to drape into the touch and kiss of his lover.

Goosebumps continue to rise as fingers plunge through his dark hair, hooked into place by the Maverick’s legs winding around him. Not that he’d complain – he finds it’s quite likely his favorite place to be, nestled in their den, tangled up with each other, lacking precious oxygen. But, he has to break it eventually, guiding his kisses up against his lover’s cheekbone and ear, drifting down toward his neck to press soft and tender kisses to as he hears the admission and feels Danta twist his head.

He can feel the heat radiating from his lover’s cheek, in slow patches of rose pink that he obviously chases after with the press of his lips. “I have missed you too, darling.” He admits in a whisper – proud rather than nervous, because the time for hidden feelings were long over. Nosing into the wild blonde curls next, he continues to litter kisses against his temple. “If there is a next time I will try to ensure we are better prepared.” He admits, having realized how difficult it had been for the both of them, how much of their life it had disrupted.

It had been worth it though, especially as he continues to feel the soft touch of the bracelet on his arm. “However, for now I have you,” and no nightmares, “and that is all I desire.”

Astaroth

beg me for forgiveness

// you knew who I was //

"There will never be a next time, not if I have anything to say about it." Danta surprises himself with the conviction in his words, and even if the flush continues to heat his cheeks and play across the bridge of his nose, there's nothing but steely resolve in his cool blue eyes, his fingers tightening ever so slightly in Asta's hair.

For now I have you is all he needs to hear, however, to forget about all that has come before - to discard the sleepless, lonely nights, the feel of the butcher clutching at him in The Climb, the razorwire of tension they'd been forced to walk every time he'd shifted - and fully focus on the here and now. "Good," he whispers, guiding Asta back against his lips even as another clap of thunder shakes through the Dusklight.

Danta doesn't jump this time, at least, pinned at he is by his lover and the growing heat between them, his back arching instead and a soft grumble of impatience rising in his throat at the thought of however else they might be spending their morning.

~FIN

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //