[And there's the truth laid bare before them, though Dimitri accompanies it with distractions that have Felix squeezing his thighs together, chewing on his lower lip as Dimitri touches him so intimately, invading his personal space without a single ounce of care in the world.]
...Stop, [Felix says, tone breathy as unwanted heat coils within him, gaze slightly lowered,] you sound like a creep.
[There's something inviting about the way Felix starts to squirm, though what he says seconds later spoils it. Dimitri draws back once more with a rueful smile.]
Is that so.
[It's not really a question. Dimitri shakes his head.]
Well, you will understand what happened to me in a few months. Though I suppose you always knew, didn't you? What that mask of mine was hiding.
[Felix exhales in relief, heat diffusing as he dares to look up, not sure he likes what he sees.]
...I didn't want to be right.
[Felix goes back to curling into himself, tail following suit after he whispers those words. Because that's what happened, isn't it? Dimitri embraced the beast that lurked within, and lost himself to it.
Though all the same, that does not explain why Dimitri saved him back there in the first place. If Dimitri was truly lost, then why...?]
[That's part of why he fought it so hard. But Felix was right in the end, so why should he keep fighting? If it takes a beast to tear Edelgard's head from her shoulders, then he'll be a beast. He'll do anything to stop hearing their cries.
Dimitri watches the way Felix curls up. Without saying anything, he plucks the blanket that he sometimes uses from its spot on the mattress and drapes it over Felix. He runs too hot to want to use it right now, anyway. He then returns to his spot at the head of the bed, tapping the nightstand once more to get the light to lower. If this is a dream, he wants it to be over. Seeing Felix while he seems so small and vulnerable isn't something he relishes, and the thought of what must have been done to him to make him this way is that much more infuriating knowing how young he is.]
[The blanket smells like Dimitri, but Felix this time has no energy to protest it, simply burying himself under the covers given the cool that chills his bare legs. Strangely enough, the more he sinks into it, the more he finds it comforting, a fact that he hates as his eyelids droop, the warm atmosphere too conducive to sleep.]
Suit yourself. Just do not attempt to leave the apartment without me. Judging from the amount that pathetic excuse for a human being was charging for you, you are valuable enough that some might consider ransoming you.
[Or worse. The thought makes his stomach churn with nausea and impotent rage, so he pushes it aside, reaching out to hit the "relax mode" he's been using to fall asleep while he's here. Dimitri thinks it's just gentle rain sounds, enough of a backdrop for him to not hear the ghosts that haunt him so clearly. Alas, it's also drugs — thankfully, the fine mist only falls at the head of the bed, putting Dimitri under and allowing Felix to drift off naturally.]
[Is the last thing Felix says as he makes himself comfortable by the foot of Dimitri's bed, satisfying himself with the warmth radiating by Dimitri's feet. It's good for a few hours, but midway through the night, the pull of warmth calls of him. Felix sleepily crawls upwards, curling next to Dimitri's side instead before falling asleep once more.
[Even with a dose of sedatives, Dimitri stirs when the mattress shifts, five years of needing to be ready to fight at a moment's notice drawing him back to partial consciousness. he tenses, ready to fight —
But Felix is the only other person around, all tucked up against his side like an actual cat. Dimitri doesn't remember what he was dreaming about, but this feels like a continuation regardless. It certainly can't be reality, Felix hasn't sought him out like this in years. Dimitri turns on his side as well, slipping an arm into Felix's blanket cocoon to wrap it around him. His hand meanders on down toward Felix's tail, curling it between his fingers.]
[That touch startles Felix out of his blissfully half-awake state, tail erect and puffing slightly as he glares at Dimitri. He doesn't think on it when he paws reflexively at Dimitri, punching his chest not too gently as he tries to extract himself from the embrace.]
[This seems more like it could be reality. Everything is still so hazy, though, and Dimitri's limbs are heavy like limbs often are in dreams. He keeps his hold on Felix as he rolls over with him, pinning Felix firmly against the mattress.]
Is this not what you want? To have me block out the chill for you...
[Felix hisses as Dimitri proceeds to trap him underneath. The sound that escapes him is a little too cat-like for his tastes, but that's the least of his concerns as Dimitri proceeds to tease him, making him wonder if he's simply pretending to be asleep at this point.]
Shut it, boar, [Felix says, squirming as Dimitri's weight presses against him.] I don't need you for this.
[The hissing prompts a small laugh as Dimitri shifts his weight, pinning Felix by the shoulders instead of just using gravity to keep him in place. He leans down until their noses almost brush together, darkly amused — though Dimitri clearly isn't asleep, there's a fog in his eyes that suggests he isn't exactly awake, either.
Though that wicked smirk of his is plenty lively regardless.]
Then why are you here? Surely you are not just seeking my company...
[Those eyes lose focus further as Dimitri inches downward, lying down on top of Felix with his head resting on Felix's chest.]
[Expected as it is, Felix hates the way Dimitri overpowers him so easily, though more worrying than that is the soft moan that makes it past his lips when Dimitri's nose brushes past his skin, too close for comfort as he burns hot at the unfocused gaze Dimitri throws his way. What in the--
Well, he'll think on that later. Or probably never, considering what Dimitri's trying to make a pillow out of. ]
Get off, [The protest comes out a little strangled, but Felix emphasizes it with an attempt to knee Dimitri's thigh, the only thing he could reach right now.] I'm not your pillow.
[Well, he has no real desire to have Felix start fighting him, not right now. So Dimitri rolls off him again, the arm closest to Felix extended outward in a clear invitation As for if Felix takes him up on it or not... it would be a lie to say he entirely doesn't care, but he's already drifting back to sleep, so he certainly doesn't care enough to make a fuss about it.]
[Felix huffs as Dimitri rolls away, eyes narrowed at the invitation.]
Ridiculous.
[For thinking Felix would take up such a thing after he very nearly crushed him to death, and some. Tail in the air, he promptly retreats back to the edge of the bed, curling up there in protest as he insists to himself that he cares nothing for the disappointment painted over Dimitri's face.
Still, without his blanket from earlier he chills too easily, and one resigned sigh later, he crawls back and burrows into the blanket, curling into Dimitri's chest to keep himself warm.]
[Dimitri twitches slightly as Felix settles beside him again, momentarily pulled out of his drowsing. But even after all these years, his presence remains comforting and familiar, and Dimitri is able to relax again after a matter of seconds. He curls his arm up around Felix with a sleepy-sounding "mmhmm", letting his hand rest in the dip of his waist.
If this really is a dream, he wants to keep sleeping a little while longer.]
[Shivering, Felix tenses when Dimitri wraps that arm around him. But when Dimitri does no more than rest his hand there, he sighs and closes his eyes, purring softly as he makes himself feel at home in that familiar embrace, letting it lead him into the depths of slumber.]
[Is Felix purring? How positively adorable. It's probably for the best if this is a dream he forgets upon waking up, but Dimitri finds himself wanting to hold on to the memory all the same. A small bright spot amongst the usual nightmares. Once he falls asleep this time, he remains that way, sleeping deeply. But the drugs in that mist are short-lived, and he'll stir before a solid eight hours have passed.
Felix is still here. What a bizarre world this is. How badly did they hurt him to make him like this? Once again, the thought slips in the cracks, whispering all the ways Felix's handlers might have attempted to condition him. But this time, the sorrow leaks in too, tainting the comforting warmth of his anger with a hollow ache. Dimitri shifts his hold, allowing him to card his fingers through Felix's hair.]
[Without any suspicious men prodding and waking him up before he's ready for it, Felix sleeps deeply as well, relaxing in Dimitri's warmth as he snoozes well into the morning.
Content to sleep the day away and unsure of when he'll be getting this much rest again, he stirs only slightly when Dimitri starts stroking his hair, burying his nose into Dimitri's chest as he groans contentedly at the attention.]
[It's a very suggestive groan in Dimitri's opinion, one that he finds himself a little too keen on. Not that it stops him from gently kneading Felix's scalp, hitting all those places that get tight and worsen headaches. There's no way Felix isn't a ball of stress after being kept captive — Dimitri knows, he was kept locked up for even longer. How strange it is, giving pleasure with his hands instead of pain.]
[Felix's tail swishes and curls slightly at that wonderfully blessed massage, a low whine rumbling in his throat when Dimitri kneads a particularly rough spot. This really feels nice, even if it's starting to feel more like reality rather than just a simple dream...]
[Responsive. Isn't that what the informational blurb had said about him? There's no denying that it's appealing, that it has Dimitri thinking of all the other ways he could potentially get Felix moaning like this. It has his breath coming a little faster despite himself.
How disgusting.]
Shall I get your back for you? Just lie down on your stomach, then, [he says sweetly, fully expecting Felix to wake up and claw at his face.]
[That uncharacteristically sweet voice is what gets him to wake, eyes wide as he beholds this older Dimitri's face from yesterday.
Blinking back his confusion and embarrassment, Felix hisses as he attempts to push Dimitri away, eyes narrowed suspiciously as heat rises to his cheeks.]
What in hell--?!
[No, Felix knows it pretty well, even if he wishes he did not. That comforting dream earlier, by the looks of it, does not seem to be a dream at all.]
[Naturally, Dimitri doesn't budge an inch. At best, Felix will just be pushing himself away from Dimitri rather than making Dimitri move. It's comical, really, and just what he needed to calm the heat that had started flickering to life inside him.]
Is there a problem? It sounded as if you were enjoying yourself.
[Yet that blush that still paints his features determinedly undermines that protest. As with the way his body laments the loss of heat now that he's distanced himself slightly from Dimitri on the bed. It's the same part of him that keeps himself rooted to this spot, unwilling to let that heat slip away anymore than it already has.]
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...Stop, [Felix says, tone breathy as unwanted heat coils within him, gaze slightly lowered,] you sound like a creep.
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Is that so.
[It's not really a question. Dimitri shakes his head.]
Well, you will understand what happened to me in a few months. Though I suppose you always knew, didn't you? What that mask of mine was hiding.
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...I didn't want to be right.
[Felix goes back to curling into himself, tail following suit after he whispers those words. Because that's what happened, isn't it? Dimitri embraced the beast that lurked within, and lost himself to it.
Though all the same, that does not explain why Dimitri saved him back there in the first place. If Dimitri was truly lost, then why...?]
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[That's part of why he fought it so hard. But Felix was right in the end, so why should he keep fighting? If it takes a beast to tear Edelgard's head from her shoulders, then he'll be a beast. He'll do anything to stop hearing their cries.
Dimitri watches the way Felix curls up. Without saying anything, he plucks the blanket that he sometimes uses from its spot on the mattress and drapes it over Felix. He runs too hot to want to use it right now, anyway. He then returns to his spot at the head of the bed, tapping the nightstand once more to get the light to lower. If this is a dream, he wants it to be over. Seeing Felix while he seems so small and vulnerable isn't something he relishes, and the thought of what must have been done to him to make him this way is that much more infuriating knowing how young he is.]
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...I'm going to bed.
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[Or worse. The thought makes his stomach churn with nausea and impotent rage, so he pushes it aside, reaching out to hit the "relax mode" he's been using to fall asleep while he's here. Dimitri thinks it's just gentle rain sounds, enough of a backdrop for him to not hear the ghosts that haunt him so clearly. Alas, it's also drugs — thankfully, the fine mist only falls at the head of the bed, putting Dimitri under and allowing Felix to drift off naturally.]
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[Is the last thing Felix says as he makes himself comfortable by the foot of Dimitri's bed, satisfying himself with the warmth radiating by Dimitri's feet. It's good for a few hours, but midway through the night, the pull of warmth calls of him. Felix sleepily crawls upwards, curling next to Dimitri's side instead before falling asleep once more.
That's better...]
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But Felix is the only other person around, all tucked up against his side like an actual cat. Dimitri doesn't remember what he was dreaming about, but this feels like a continuation regardless. It certainly can't be reality, Felix hasn't sought him out like this in years. Dimitri turns on his side as well, slipping an arm into Felix's blanket cocoon to wrap it around him. His hand meanders on down toward Felix's tail, curling it between his fingers.]
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Is this not what you want? To have me block out the chill for you...
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Shut it, boar, [Felix says, squirming as Dimitri's weight presses against him.] I don't need you for this.
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Though that wicked smirk of his is plenty lively regardless.]
Then why are you here? Surely you are not just seeking my company...
[Those eyes lose focus further as Dimitri inches downward, lying down on top of Felix with his head resting on Felix's chest.]
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Well, he'll think on that later. Or probably never, considering what Dimitri's trying to make a pillow out of. ]
Get off, [The protest comes out a little strangled, but Felix emphasizes it with an attempt to knee Dimitri's thigh, the only thing he could reach right now.] I'm not your pillow.
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[Well, he has no real desire to have Felix start fighting him, not right now. So Dimitri rolls off him again, the arm closest to Felix extended outward in a clear invitation As for if Felix takes him up on it or not... it would be a lie to say he entirely doesn't care, but he's already drifting back to sleep, so he certainly doesn't care enough to make a fuss about it.]
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Ridiculous.
[For thinking Felix would take up such a thing after he very nearly crushed him to death, and some. Tail in the air, he promptly retreats back to the edge of the bed, curling up there in protest as he insists to himself that he cares nothing for the disappointment painted over Dimitri's face.
Still, without his blanket from earlier he chills too easily, and one resigned sigh later, he crawls back and burrows into the blanket, curling into Dimitri's chest to keep himself warm.]
...Don't make me regret this.
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If this really is a dream, he wants to keep sleeping a little while longer.]
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Felix is still here. What a bizarre world this is. How badly did they hurt him to make him like this? Once again, the thought slips in the cracks, whispering all the ways Felix's handlers might have attempted to condition him. But this time, the sorrow leaks in too, tainting the comforting warmth of his anger with a hollow ache. Dimitri shifts his hold, allowing him to card his fingers through Felix's hair.]
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Content to sleep the day away and unsure of when he'll be getting this much rest again, he stirs only slightly when Dimitri starts stroking his hair, burying his nose into Dimitri's chest as he groans contentedly at the attention.]
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How disgusting.]
Shall I get your back for you? Just lie down on your stomach, then, [he says sweetly, fully expecting Felix to wake up and claw at his face.]
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Blinking back his confusion and embarrassment, Felix hisses as he attempts to push Dimitri away, eyes narrowed suspiciously as heat rises to his cheeks.]
What in hell--?!
[No, Felix knows it pretty well, even if he wishes he did not. That comforting dream earlier, by the looks of it, does not seem to be a dream at all.]
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Is there a problem? It sounded as if you were enjoying yourself.
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[Yet that blush that still paints his features determinedly undermines that protest. As with the way his body laments the loss of heat now that he's distanced himself slightly from Dimitri on the bed. It's the same part of him that keeps himself rooted to this spot, unwilling to let that heat slip away anymore than it already has.]
You're imagining things.
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