[RQ] the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

The quiet growl that rises in Danta's throat at the butcher's kiss is one he has absolutely no control over; lost in instinct and death and feasting, all his mind can comprehend is that Asta might be trying to take from him. That knee-jerk violence is tempered somewhat, at least, by his words, and the Maverick returns to the carcass of the wrangler to continue feasting.

He reduces the heart down to little more than a few inedible pieces, tearing next at flesh and muscle and any sweet pieces of whatever's left of the cowboy. Insatiable and out of control, something deep in Danta's soul has needed this for longer than he dares admit; to be allowed not to starve, to be told he can have until he decides it's enough, to quieten the madness and hunger in his blood until it sleeps.

Slumping back into Asta's arms without any idea how long it's been, Danta raises a hand to fruitlessly wipe it across his face. (It makes no difference). "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice pitched low, a sudden weariness in his limbs that he doesn't know how to handle.

Dantalion

reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am

If only the butcher knew the in depth feelings around feeding that Danta harbors, perhaps he could have alleviated it sooner. But he hasn’t, and for now it’s merely an easy phrase to offer, not understanding the implications until his lover is sagging against him, boneless.

The butcher keeps him upright, arms winding around him once they’ve finished massacring whatever was left of the wrangler once they’d gotten their hands onto him (and into him). And while the Maverick tries to swipe away the blood and thanks him, it’s with a soft and breathy chuckle that leaves Astaroth as he noses his way in to pepper a bloody kiss to the smears along his jaw. “You’re welcome. And thank you for this perfect surprise.” Nothing but praise drips from the butcher’s bloodstained tongue. He continues to pepper him with kisses until he’s satisfied, withdrawing to glance at the body.

“If you would like, you can take a quick nap as I clean up.” Purring, his tail weaves behind him contently. “You may want the energy for later…” Tipping his lover a wink, the butcher lets him think on that as he begins to try and untangle himself in a way that keeps Danta upright still.

Astaroth

i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

Smiling tiredly at the kiss that presses to his bloody cheek, Danta tilts his head and relaxes further into Asta's arms, feeling them tighten around him to keep him standing. A soft laugh rumbles up in his chest as the butcher continues peppering him with his affections, and at the offer of sleep, gods, he's heedless to resist it.

"It's always a pleasure to surprise you," he says softly. "And I may just take you up on that. Especially if I'm expected to be up later." Turning his head and carefully pressing a kiss against Asta's cheek in turn, Danta takes a few moments to ensure he can keep his own feet beneath him before reluctantly stepping out of his lover's arms.

"Let me know if you need any help," he says, though in reality, the moment Danta closes his eyes he'll be out for the count. With his own tail swishing low at his heels, he goes to sit himself down against the wall where his clothes won't stain anything that can't be cleaned, drawing a knee up to his chest for him to rest his forehead upon it.

His soft snoring will fill the room mere moments later, the Maverick utterly sated and content for a rare few moments.

Dantalion

reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am

“Take all the time you need, darling.” He purrs, because he certainly intends on it. Quietly placing his affections and withdrawing enough for Danta to step out of his arms, the butcher remains where he is as he watches his lover take his slow departure toward the side of the room, against a wall easy to be cleaned up later.

It’s in the time of Danta’s quiet snoring that the butcher takes his time meticulously breaking down the rest of Morgen’s body, keeping trinkets he preferred for later — his rib cage to be put back together, hands for the delicate bones within them, and any leftover meat they could continue to snack on for a decent amount of time, especially in this season.

Only when he’s satisfied and has cleaned up to the best of his ability, the butcher retreats, collecting the bag of goodies in one hand and returning to the Maverick, helping him up so that he can hoist him over his shoulder and carry him and their goods home, fully intending on doting on Danta in the bath to clean him up and thank him for the wonderful date, even if a part of him thinks Danta needed a good portion of it more than he did.

— FIN

Astaroth

i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////