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[reargunner]

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Or I won't.

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[helluvamess]

What, you think I was paying attention to the room when you first took me there?

[He had other things on his mind, Cain.]

[At any rate, Blitzø shows up a little while later, or at least it's a pretty safe guess that the thump and cursing that is probably meant to be a knock is from him. At least the reason for it is clear when the door opens and the imp is standing there holding a couple of bottles clearly stolen from the speakeasy and a basket of snacks.]

Don't just fucking stand there, let me in already.

[reargunner]

[Ah, that's definitely an attempt at a knock from somewhere around four feet from the ground. Cain shakes his head a bit as he walks over to the door and opens it, faintly (though visibly) surprised to find the imp with his arms full.]

Uh.

[Bemused, he steps aside.]

Why did you bring all this?

[helluvamess]

What? I can't bring shit to your room now?

[They both know he's more or less talking shit though, just from how Blitzø sounds slightly nervous even as he busies himself getting inside and setting everything out.]

Just... guess I wanted to thank you is all. For talking to me about the apologising to people and shit.

[reargunner]

[Definitely talking shit. Cain raises his eyebrows as the imp bustles past him and then lets out a little snort, placing his hand down between Blitzø's horns and giving his forehead a brief scritch with two fingernails.]

Thank me? Are you sick?

[He gives a quick half smile.]

Didn't think I did that much.

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø blinks as Cain scritches against his forehead and wrinkles his nose.]

Look, do you want a fucking thank you or not? Christ on a stick this is hard enough already. Just accept I got you booze and snacks.

[reargunner]

Heh, I'll take it, just didn't expect it from you.

[He wanders across the room and drops down onto the slightly worn couch set against one wall, then beckons the imp over with one hand.]

And it's kinda fun to watch you squirm a little. This is a cute look on you.

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø grins and flips him off, following him to the couch and flicking his tail.]

I can think of way better ways to be squirming... [Yes he had to make the joke, even if it's more habit than actually planning to follow through. He passes Cain one of the bottles (vodka, he remembered) and flops onto the couch as well.]

[reargunner]

God, maybe later. I'm still so fuckin' tired from the past few weeks.

[The bottle is opened immediately and he gives the contents a curious sniff (just making sure) before swallowing down a mouthful without so much as a wince.]

Never thought I'd be grateful to be back here. Weird.

[helluvamess]

Tell me about it. I never thought I'd miss having a door that locks for one thing.

[And the solid reassurance that no one can just sneak up on them now. He feels some of the tension from the past few weeks finally start to ease and Blitzø stretches and reaches out to tug the bottle from Cain and take a swig from it.]

Fuck that hits the spot.

[reargunner]

God, you're not wrong.

[Cain reaches over, but rather than grab the bottle he snags the imp by the wrist and tugs him over, bottle and all.]

Missed being able to fucking relax. Feels like I'm aching all over and I've not done a damn thing.

[helluvamess]

[Despite being generally smaller than almost everyone he meets on the Barge, Blitzø is still always surprised when someone picks him up or moves him in any way at all and he flops into Cain's lap (barely avoiding dumping alcohol over them both) and stares up at him in surprise before huffing and pushing the bottle into his hands.]

Fucking ass. And what do you mean, you didn't do anything? Didn't you get beat to shit a few times at least?

[reargunner]

Eh.

[Shrug.

He takes another mouthful of the vodka and leans his head back as he swallows it, still with a lap full of imp and not seeming to mind the development.]

Isn't as if I'm a fuckin' stranger to taking a few punches, kotik. How'd you think I learned to fight to begin with?

[helluvamess]

Then what're you bitching about doing nothing for? [He returns, flicking his tail up to poke at Cain's cheek.]

Wanna get stabbed up a little next time instead? Get a gun and ventilate a few skulls?

[reargunner]

Hmph.

[He snatches Blitzø's tail out of the air, holding the end firmly but carefully in his free hand. His eyes stay on the imp's as he tilts his head to one side and idly draws his tongue along the edge of the spade-like tip.]

Should know better than to put this near my mouth. [A grin.] But if it's all the same, rather there isn't a next time. Not for a long fucking while.

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø yelps and jerks his tail away, his face flushing.]

Fucking dick. [It's still affectionate, friendly and casual and it's kind of weird and nice to be able to have that.]

Yeah well, here's hoping the Admiral can keep his shit together for a while at least. Not sure I believe it but who fucking knows. Maybe next time it'll actually be a fucking break for once.

[reargunner]

Mm. I'm gonna guess he'll keep a close eye on things for a while.

[Shrug. Cain doesn't really care much about what the Admiral does, and the business with the Narrenschiff only raised him slightly in his estimations. Being better than the Cap'n isn't a high bar to clear.

He shifts position and holds his arm out.]

C'mere.

[A beat.]

Won't put it in my mouth again. Promise.

[helluvamess]

[He squints up at Cain but flicks his tail back in range.]

Can't say I'd normally complain but I thought you said you didn't wanna start anything cause you were too tired?

[reargunner]

You can mess around without actually having sex, you know.

[And he does playfully swipe for his tail again without quite catching hold of it.]

You never done that?

[helluvamess]

Pft, when I didn't know any better maybe. When you think things are just fun and shit before it gets serious or you've gotta do what you can to get by.

[Blitzø's smile fades and he sits up, reaching for the bottle again.]

Besides, before I got brought here, I was pretty much just fucking Stolas for our deal. Not exactly the time for that kind of shit, is it?

[reargunner]

[He hands the bottle over without any resistance.]

Guess not, if you were trying to keep feelings completely out of it.

[Cain is very well acquainted with trying to keep feelings out of a transactional relationship. He's also well acquainted with failing to do that.]

But, nothin' serious here. [He grins a little, the expression slightly crooked.] Can mess around if you want.

[helluvamess]

[He weighs it up, because Florian and Trevor have been right in the past that he's used to sex as something he trades in - for Stolas' book, for information, fuck, even just for a way to forget himself for a while. People used each other all the time in Hell so the fact that it wasn't always so straightforward here was odd. Strange as well the fact he's aware that he could just tell Cain no now and it... wouldn't matter. He wouldn't have to feel bad or worry about breaking a deal or how it would affect his and his employee's livelihoods. Nor did he have to worry that Cain was getting the wrong idea about them or this was going to end up too deep too fast.

It was just... for fun. Blitzø's expression is unreadable for a long moment as he really thinks about that and the fact that they've all just had a really shitty few weeks. Finally he nods.]

Sure, although if this is some scheme to just get your hands on my tail again, you're putting way too much effort in.

[He takes a long swig from the bottle then and, before he overthinks it too much, tugs Cain in for a kiss that's part vodka as well.]

[reargunner]

[Cain waits, patiently, while the imp works his way through whatever thoughts he has about the proposal. It is what it is and nothing else. Cain's not looking to add deeper feelings to the relationship that they have, he's not trying to trade something, and if Blitzø did say no then there would be no hard feelings or offence taken.

The decision when it's made - and the kiss, tasting strongly of vodka and prompting a light bite against it - draws a quiet hum of approval from the young man.]

Don't need to scheme for that.

[Not when it's so easily within reach and he can just take hold of it, wrapping his hand around the end and sliding the blunt tip of his nail against the centre.]

But I have been wondering how far I can push you with it.

[helluvamess]

Oh yeah? [Blitzø grins, because while he's still not entirely certain about the idea of someone wanting him just because, he can definitely understand a challenge.]

Don't think it's gonna be that easy, now I'm watching you. No surprises this time.

[reargunner]

Hmm. Don't like surprises?

[He urges the imp onto his back with a clear grin, still holding the end of his tail and idly scratching his thumb up and down close to where it joins the astoundingly mobile, whip-like length of the rest of it.

Being so much taller than Blitzø makes it easy to give the illusion of caging him against the couch.]

You know it's not a competition, right?

[helluvamess]

What are you talking about, of course it is? Like if it's not a contest or an exchange then what else is it?

[It makes the most sense to him, based on his experiences. If he wasn't making Cain feel good in return for, well, everything then he was hard-pressed to think what else he was supposed to do other than give the other man a challenge.

The one part he's struggling with a little is what he should do while Cain has a hold on his tail like that. It twitches a little in the fighter's grip, Blitzø instinctively wanting to wrap it around Cain's waist, but he doesn't try further to pull it away and settles instead for gripping Cain's thigh with his claws.]