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[While Akira had been excited to be reunited with Ryo, showing him around the city and introducing him to everything he's been missing out on while he wasn't here, Akira went suddenly and suspiciously silent around the time of the triple moons. It wasn't that Ryo had done anything for Akira to ghost him -- it had nothing to do with him, really -- but he had no idea how to approach him about any of what happened.

Still, he can't avoid his best friend forever. So, after sending him a brief message reading, 'I'm coming over', Akira shows up outside Ryo's apartment (tragically not room 666?) and bangs on the door.]

Ryo. It's me.

[ Even though Akira hadn't engaged with him directly, Ryo had kept as close of an eye on him as he possibly could while simultaneously acclimating himself to the place, and finding a job to at least start earning an income without the necessary intimacy. Anything he could do - he was going to. It wasn't that he was overly concerned with what most of the people here thought anymore. Non-humans weren't a commodity here like at home. However, as far as Akira seemed to know, Ryo was just a boy he knew from childhood onwards.

He'd rather not mess with that. So, when he hears his friend knock and willingly engage with him, he doesn't take too long to answer his apartment door.

When he opens it, he says only: ]

Akira.

[ And then he steps back so that the other can step inside. The apartment is... simple, to say the least. Filled with only the essentials. Every single piece of furniture is white, which probably isn't too surprising for the other, considering he'd been to his apartment back home many times. ]

[Akira enters, gaze lowered like he can't meet Ryo's eye -- although he still can't help but cast a curious glance around the apartment. Predictably not unlike his penthouse back in Tokyo, minus the ever-lingering presence of his secretary.

He takes a deep breath his back to Ryo, and asks in a shaky voice.]

How'd you handle it? Your first triple moon cycle, I mean...

[ Ah. That question. He's not surprised it is coming up. It seems like the sort of question one would ask a friend experiencing an interesting transformation for the first time - and that's what they were. Ryo's knowledge on them isn't practical, he didn't go out to see how others dealt with their transformations, as he spent the time trying to get accustomed to it. He wasn't sure how others perceived them, not yet anyway. He knew that would be a study for future Triple Moons. ]

Hm? Oh. It was -- [ he settles on an answer ] no big deal. I had white wings. I kept to myself and read most of the time, though. I thought it might be best to see what occurred.

[ He did read, sure. But he was miserable, and he hated every second of it, and every aspect of it. He could see why, with his, that people would seek out the help and attention of others, but he didn't do that, it wasn't something he had ever done before. And he wasn't about to start because some strange alien planet subjected him to this. ]

Huh. [He's grabbing Ryo's arms, suddenly, looking him up and down as if to check for any sign of crystallisation. Seeing none, and satisfied Ryo has it under control, he heads further into the apartment.]

So you've been keeping your chroma up.

[ What the heck, Akira, he's fine. He rolls his eyes at the concern from his friend. People are useful enough. ]

I don't need much. [ At least not to just get by. As long as he doesn't access or use any of his abilities that he managed to keep. ] It's not like it's hard to earn, anyway. Everyone needs it here. [ Unfortunately. ]

You don't have to worry about me. You know I can take care of myself. Is that why you came over? Because you're worried about me? [ He doesn't really think this is all there is to it. ]

Edited 2020-07-20 14:06 (UTC)

Of course I'm worried. You know why.

[Ryo might not be the little monster he was when they were kids, but he still somehow struggles to connect to people. If he keeps his Chroma levels up, it'll be because he's found some sort of mutually beneficial arrangement with someone, not because he's gotten close to anyone or feels any particular way about them.

Maybe he shouldn't be worried. In a place like this, the pragmatic approach could be fruitful.

Still, he hasn't fully answered Ryo's question, and it hangs heavy in the air. Akira moves to sit, his gaze low.]

Ryo, I... [He decides to just get to the point. The longer he draws this out, the worse he feels.] I killed people.

[ He does know, but he also doesn't think that Akira needs to worry about him. He knows, if he had to, he could call on the other. Though he prefers the one to be relied on. He wants Akira to need him, and he wants him to not have a choice. He wants to be the most dependable person his life. So, he'd do his best to avoid it unless necessary. Less it would cloud Akira's perception of him. ]

You killed people? That's unlike you.

[ He doesn't sound upset or even particularly bothered. It's the indifference that Akira is long accustomed to in regard to lies. And, as it were, he's not sure Akira wants to hear that it's okay. It's all good. No harm done. He steps forward, shifting his arms around Akira's shoulders and tugs him in close. ]

What happened?

[ Maybe it'll help him figure out what drove the other to that point. There's none of the danger here, not like at what was once their home. ]

[He's not even sure if a hug is what he wants right now, and not from Ryo of all people, when it was Ryo who made him like this in the first place. Made him always moments away from snapping, barely holding the demonic instincts inside him at bay.

So he doesn't hug him back, but he doesn't push him away, either. His body is rigid and his eyes squeeze shut.]

Sanguis. Usually it makes me want to fight, but this time... I lost it completely.

[ While Ryo is full of regret and sadness for how Akira ended up, turning him into Amon is the least of the things that he thinks of as terrible. He steps back, hands on Akira's shoulders as he looks at him sternly. He sees no real problem with murder, so he isn't going to be a source of comfort. ]

What happens to people here? Do they not come back?

[ Though he never directly asked about this before, the fact that he's standing in front of someone who has died in his timeline has made him suspect that there's different rules. ]

Is it like this every Sanguis?

[ Curious, really. There's a lingering part that is concerned that if it drove Akira to the edge like this, would one of these moons drive him to becoming his full, complete self as Satan at some point. Because that means he'll be in that terrible place thanks to Iris and have to isolate himself to maintain his secret. ]

What?

[Akira just stares at him, disbelieving, for a moment. He already knows what Ryo is likely thinking -- if they come back, then why does it matter? -- but Akira won't even entertain the thought with a response.

To his second question, however, he nods and lowers his gaze.]

Yeah, but some months are worse than others. I've never gone this far.

[ He doesn't need an answer, then. Akira gives it to him without anything. He's able to connect the dots. And he's right to think Ryo doesn't understand the concern. People dying isn't a big deal to him even when they can't come back, clearly if they can come back, it's less of a deal. ]

That's concerning.

[ Is he talking about Akira, is he talking about himself. It's unclear, because it's both. The reality is, he can't have Akira going around just killing people, and he can risk a chance he'll be driven to his other self, either. ]

What helps it?

[ It's a scientific, almost, series of questions. ]

Or - does anything help it.

Moonlacing. But I'm always worried I could go too far with that, too. Or force someone to do something they don't want to...

[So it's not just a case of holding hands and hoping it passes. His impulses are too unhinged for that.]

I could handle being a Devilman when I knew I could use that power to help people. [Whether Ryo actually wanted him to help or not.] But here... I'm just a danger to everyone.

Ah.

[ There's immediate understanding at Akira's implication because he knows. He knows how Amon is and how he acts and what he often wants. Ryo knows, though not in the same way Akira does. He's witnessed it. He reaches for him, grabs either side of Akira's face and holds it focused on him. ]

Then we'll just have to find a whole new way to control him, even during Sanguis, won't we?

[ He didn't really know how, or if he really could - since he never was able to before, but he liked to thrive on giving Akira a sliver of hope. A way to manage Devilman. He didn't care about the deaths, he honestly thought it would be an interesting way to test Amon's limits. ]

[Akira lets his face be grabbed, but as a consequence, can't hide the flash of hurt and anger that crosses his face at Ryo's words.]

You're the one who made me like this. You'll have to help find a way.

[He might not understand Ryo's motives, but perhaps he can get him to take responsibility for once.]

[ He's watching Akira's expression carefully, figuring out hat each and every shift in his face means. He isn't surprised that Akira isn't happy with him. ]

You know why I did this, Akira. I did say we would, Akira.

[ He knows he's responsible, but nothing could make him regret what happened as far as that goes. And, he'll look at this as just another hurdle to overcome. More opportunities to learn about Amon. He moves his hands and takes a step back to look the other over. ]

That means you'll have to show me how it is sometime.

[How did zaShunina get this number? It is a mystery. ~~He probably got it off of Akira's phone when he wasn't paying attention.~~

Whatever the case, he's calling Ryo a few days after waking from his coma, his expression notably less stiff than the first time they'd met.]

You originate from the same world as Fudo Akira, correct?

[ Oh, it's this guy. The guy he still doesn't quite understand or have figured out yet. He's interested enough that he entertains the video call. His expression is still the same, almost annoyed look, though he otherwise doesn't seem bothered. ]

I am. Akira and I have known each other since we were children. Is there a reason for the question or simple curiosity?

There is a reason. [He nods, drawing it out a little longer than usual, somewhere between a gesture of confirmation and a short, head-only bow of acknowledgement.]

Then under the assumption that you are the same Ryo that Fudo Akira told me about, I wish to express my gratitude.

Gratitude?

[ Huh. What did Akira tell this guy to make gratitude be a thing? This guy is definitely a little strange, even to him ]

I'm the only Ryo he knows at home, as far as I know.

[ Which, well... is pretty far. ]

What for?

The possibility that you are, in fact, a different Ryo from another point in time exists. I have had personal experience with this phenomenon. [He'd come from a different point than Shindo had. Either way, it's largely irrelevant, as the events he wants to thank Ryo for have occurred for both him and Akira.]

He informed me that you intentionally facilitated the fusion of himself and an entity known as Amon, resulting in him becoming what he calls a "devilman." For this, I am grateful to you.

[ Which, Ryo of course knows, is the case. Especially given the things that he's shown Akira since he arrived here, and what the rain had forced upon them. ]

Is that so? He must trust you.

[ Hmm - interesting. ]

I did, and it has benefited him quite a lot. But, you don't need to thank me for it.

[He does, though perhaps he shouldn't.]

Regardless, I am grateful. [Whether Ryo wants to be thanked for it or not, his gratitude remains.]

His current state of existence is more durable than that of a standard human. Fudo Akira is precious individual--your actions have ensured for him a longer life expectancy without losing that which makes him so precious.

[ Ryo, all in all, finds the words very odd. He's processing them, and he knows - really knows that Akira's change only did so much. But sure, he'll let this guy believe he's somehow extended his life. ]

He is precious. It's why he's the only one who could do exactly what he did, too. There's no one else like Akira.

[ Ah - ]

It's best if he continues to live as long as possible.

[A longer life "expectancy" doesn't necessarily mean a longer life, it simply means that the odds are stacked a bit more in his favor compared to otherwise.

zaShunina nods his agreement to Ryo's words.]

I will do everything within my capacity to that end, as well. [Even if zaShunina now knows what lies beyond the unknowable boundary of death--beyond information, he will still protect Akira while he remains in this world. There's no need for him to cross that horizon so soon.]

[ he sounds pleasant enough when he answer. ]

I believe you when you say that you will.

[ He seems at least decently honest. Straightforward. ]

It's nice to not worry about him as much.

[ Mista wasn't exactly sure why Ryo had asked him to come over out of the blue but it was safe to say that he didn't necessarily mind it. There was something about him that put him at ease, perhaps even reminded him of home but he tried not to dwell on it for too long. They'd only met those few times, gone on one date that had made him strangely fond of him and he wasn't likely to refuse someone who'd sent a message asking for help.

There was part of him that was nervous, maybe it was just the fact that he'd recalled feeling special on that single date. He didn't do dates much, that's what he'd told him, so why had he decided to take him out? He still wasn't clear on that but he'd steeled himself by the time he'd reached the door of Ryo's flat, regardless he'd said that the door was open and it certainly was. There was a little hesitation before he stepped in, squinting in the darkness as the door shut behind him.

Okay, now maybe he was a little worried but he couldn't turn around now. ]

H-hey, Ryo...? I'm here...?

[ He didn't mean to sound so reluctant but now he was more concerned for the other than for himself. ]

[ Iris was both a blessing and a curse to Ryo. Sometimes, it had helped him connect to other people and the way they felt things that he never had. Other days, though, it drove him so deeply into the things he felt that he bordered on needy. And he really didn't like the look on himself. The wings themselves were an interesting, familiar trick of the moons. He rather liked them, though. They made it easier for him to blend in when he wanted to be in his natural form.

He had called Mista because he had been particularly needy today, and was having difficulty finding any form of relief. The other had seemed to at least like his company last time they spent time together. So Ryo opted to call him as he doubted the other would say no.

And sure enough, he hadn't.

He had turned off the lights and unlocked the door, and got into his most comfortable outfit - a tank, baggy pants. But the only thought of relief actually came to him when Mista entered his apartment, and when Ryo heard him speak. He opens his wings, and steps in from Mista's left, shifting up in close, arms moving around the other's neck. ]

You came.

[ He sounds far too pleased when he speaks, like some sort of well-thought out plan was successful. And he knows it wasn't like he thought too hard about that. The touch helps a little, even right now. But it's not really what he's seeking, so he wastes no time and says nothing else before forcing his lips against the other's. There's neediness bordering on aggression that he's made zero attempts to hide. ]

[ He'd thought that he was on his guard enough to tell where someone might come from, but the sound of wings coming from his left made him jump just a little before he felt Ryo's arms come up around his neck. At the very least he could tell that he wasn't hurt, mouth opening to respond and definitely not getting the opening for it.

He didn't quite know what to with his arms, letting them hover at his sides for a moment as he tried to wrap his brain around what was happening. With everything that he'd experienced here, he'd never been ambushed like this and he was torn as to whether he should pull away or simply sink into that kiss. There was something about the urgency behind it that told him pulling back wasn't an option, deep colour rising to his cheeks as he finally let his arms pull carefully around Ryo's waist. Or at least he thought it was his waist, it was hard to tell with those wings but he could worry about that later.

It was hard to use common sense when someone was kissing him like that, a surprised but pleased little sound pulling up from the back of his throat as he returned that action with just as much intensity. He was too easy when it came to kisses, enjoyed them far too much to turn one down and there was a real concern that Ryo was desperate for Chroma. After all, why else would he jump him the second he came through the door? He lingered there until he'd run out of breath, finally pulling back with a nervous laugh as his heart thumped rapidly in his chest. ]

Did you think I was going to say no?

[ There was a tremor to his words, a mixture of nerves and undeniable excitement that he was sure meant he needed to tread carefully. Ryo wasn't a threat, though, even if there had been aggression behind that neediness. ]

[ He knew it was always possible. He often got what he wanted but people weren't always predictable. He thinks that there's something good that he can say here in response to Mista's question. He only takes a second to think about exactly what words he wants to use, too. His blue eyes land rather intently on Mista, quietly observing him for a moment. There were things he rather liked about the other, at the top of that list was that he acted and reacted to him in a way that Ryo had hoped he would.

He had returned the kiss rather fervently, just when Ryo had needed him. He had given Ryo what he had silently asked for - the attention and touch that Iris craves and begs him for every month since he arrived here. The attention that he frequently denied himself. ]

I had hoped you wouldn't say no, but I know that it is always possible. You don't seem the type to turn down a request for help.

[ His request wasn't explicitly for help as far as Mista had known. But he still answered it as only an invitation. He shifts, hands moving up to cup Mista's cheeks as he takes a couple steps backwards, hoping the other would come with him, so he could fold his wings around the other a little more freely a little further into the room. ]

Edited (icon!) 2020-12-09 03:46 (UTC)

Y-yeah, of course I wouldn't...

[ That look from Ryo was powerful, the way those eyes felt like they were looking right into his soul. It was a stupid thought, really, one that he was sure came from being so shaken by that kiss and the feel of those hands on his cheeks.

He followed along easily, cheeks burning with the heat of embarrassment as Ryo's wings wrapped around him. This was unlike anything that he'd ever experienced before, a fleeting consideration that this might have been some kind of strange dream. He reached out instinctively with a shaky hand, first touching those feathers delicately before worrying one gingerly between his fingers. ]

...what are you?

[ It certainly had to be the work of the moon, but he couldn't help but find himself in awe. Those wings were huge, majestic, like something you'd see in a painting. ]

[ Of course I wouldn't. It's music to his ears. He's so happy to hear that Mista would come when he called for him. He's doing something right, so he's just going to keep doing things that give him the results he wants. Right now, he wants Mista's hands on him. While he had put every effort into keeping his identity hidden for maintaining something else, he just had to make some modifications to the full truth. ]

I'm --

[ The smile he wears leans into being just a bit dangerous. His wings are enveloping them both. He seems to have such easy control over the additions, as if they were a natural part of his being, father seeming to be true when he answers the question of what almost fully honestly. ]

I'm an angel.

[ He presses in close, making sure there's no distance between the two of them. His arms around Mista's neck, he leans in, and the words come out as a whisper: ]

I usually have many more wings than what you're singing now. But I didn't come here to show you my wings.

[ A dangerous flicker behind his eyes. ]

I asked you here because I want you to help me this Iris.

[ It's a lot to ask, and it could cross boundaries if he had any care about something like that. But this was what he had wanted, and he was going to get it, even if it meant saying whatever he had to get there. He shifted, sinking his teeth into Mista's neck, only briefly. He subdues the temptation to draw blood. ]

[ He felt overwhelmed by the information that had just been thrown at him, cheeks still burning as a chill pulled all the way down his spine. An angel? He'd just said that, hadn't he? In his head he replayed the entire thing, as if to double check whether he'd misheard but there was absolutely no way for him to be sure. Not that it mattered, not with the way those wings folded around him and how close the two of them were.

Suddenly it felt like more than just his cheeks were burning, every inch of his skin felt like it was on fire when he heard those words and caught the flicker behind those eyes. ]

You want me to--

[ It was a question that didn't make it the rest of the way out of his mouth, not when those teeth sunk into the delicate skin of his neck. It was a weak spot, a guaranteed place that worked like a button to work him up. His reaction was immediate, eyes going wide as a surprised but heated sigh slipped out of his open mouth. There was a skip to the beat of his heart, Mista closing his mouth rather suddenly as he tried to clear his thoughts. ]

...help you? I...what kind of help?

[ He knew that he didn't need to ask, not with the way that Ryo had whisked him into his arms and enclosed him in the safety of those wings. Not with how close they were, the way that stray feathers brushed over the bare skin of his back and his belly tightened with a familiar heat. ]

[ Men, Ryo learned, regardless of species and origin - weren't that difficult to understand when it came to their physical needs and desires. Some testing and pressing and he would find a way to get what he wanted or needed. That sigh confirmed that he had made the right choice. His lifts his head to whisper and answer Mista's question.

The other was asking what kind of help? He surely knew what kind of help.

But maybe he needs it spelled out for him. ]

I want to have sex with you.

[ He could have easily been crude and straightforward. But he doesn't know if it'd be so effective. He isn't asking, though. He's confident, again, that the other won't tell him no. Not when he's standing there wrapped up in his arms and wings. Not when their bodies are pressed close enough that he can feel the other breathe. He settles back, hand resting on Mista's cheeks. And, he'll say those pretty words that he thinks the other needs to hear. ]

Even without Iris, I'd want to.

[ A feeling that he couldn't describe washed over him, skin tingling as a buzzing rose in his ears. Whether it was a more delicate way of putting it or not, that had been far more blunt than Mista had expected and for a moment he wasn't sure that he'd heard right again.

He wanted to pull away but he felt weak, even more so when a warm hand rested on his face and the rest of those words tumbled out of Ryo's lips. For a second he hated the part of him that was reacting to all of it, the fact that his body was doing more of the talking for him than his own mouth. He'd pulled in closer when he hadn't meant to. How much of it was the desire for contact and how much of it was an attempt to hide the blush that had spread all the way to the tips of his ears, he couldn't be sure at all. ]

With me...? I...I'm not...

[ Not what? He couldn't say that he wasn't gay, that he hadn't had a few intimate encounters with other men that he'd enjoyed. It wasn't as if he was pure any longer, that much felt like it hadn't been true for a long time but there hadn't been another guy since he'd given into his carnal needs. So why didn't he want to pull away? Why didn't he know what to say?

It was an instinctive sort of move that he made when he crooked his neck down and pressed a kiss to the skin of Ryo's neck. Better that he still couldn't see his face when he finally continued. ]

...I've never, you know, been with a guy like that. I mean not...all the way...?

[ Christ, he wanted to stop talking but it wouldn't have felt right not to say anything. There was something about him that made Mista feel comfortable, something that made him want to help him fulfill those needs as he pressed another kiss to Ryo's skin. And then another, and another; lips slipping delicately over his jawline as his own undeniable arousal was growing.

He hadn't really given him an answer, but at least his actions made it clear that it wasn't a no. ]

[ Ah, so that's his concern? He supposes he could understand why. But, Ryo is Iris and full of want. He's already hard, not that it takes much with the effects, but -- he's enjoying the contact. He enjoys that Mista's giving him much needed attention along his jawline. Pressed his close, he knows that the other is getting turned on.

He won't drag this out this playing for too long. This game he has going on right now. He's figuring out how to approach it with the other, still. He's learned so far that being direct with his desire for affection with Mista has been the most effective, so he persists.

But he's sure when his words might sound harsh to the ear, his touches are soft and gentle. He's giving to get. His hands trail, finding Mista's abdomen, feeling the muscles there. They trace small circles there, slowly - but after only a couple slow movements, they shift downwards, to the waistband of the other's pants. ]

Do you think that bothers me?

[ He has, and so - he can supposes he will be guiding the other. Not that there's a lot to guide here, he notes. It's simple. ]

The pants are going to have to go, though.

[ Blunt - telling Mista exactly what he wants. ]

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