[Dimitri had been content focusing on nuzzling into Felix's neck, kissing behind his ear before nosing back down and shifting Felix's turtleneck further down his neck with each pass. That murmur sets something off in Dimitri.
He knows Felix loves him. He has his own special way of showing affection that Dimitri appreciates and finds greatly endearing. Felix is cute when he's shy. Felix being so reserved makes it all the more heart-pounding when he's straightforward like now, though. With those simple words, all the frustration and longing Dimitri had been feeling before rushes back. Dimitri feels his chest tighten. Why can't Felix be with him all the time? It's not fair. He doesn't want Felix to leave his side. He doesn't want Felix to go to anyone else. Felix is his Felix is --
Dimitri opens his mouth and bites the tender skin of Felix's neck. He is not at all gentle about it; the bite is animalistic and possessive. His teeth threaten to break skin.]
[ Felix was comfortable, content even, just holding Dimitri like this and savoring each soft kiss and touch. The training grounds are a private enough space that he can let his guard down, so to speak, and let himself be a little vulnerable.
But he's not expecting Dimitri to bite him with a ferocity normally reserved for the bedroom. He hisses, low and pained, and tightens his grip on his cloak. ] Hey-- [ He sharply tugs on his hair, trying to pull him away from his neck but only causing him to flinch as his teeth drag across his sensitive skin. (which, fuck, does feel kind of nice, but this is not the time.) ] Cut it out, you damn beast!
[ "beast", said with some affection, but still come on please??? have at least an ounce of self control???? PLEASE???????????? ]
[Felix’s tug on his hair not only draws Dimitri back, making his teeth drag against skin, but it makes Dimitri lunge forward and bite harder to compensate for losing his place. He breaks skin with this one, his canines digging deep.
But just as Felix’s voice had sent him into this episode, his voice snaps him right back out. Dimitri pulls away quickly, a smudge of blood and saliva across his lips. This time he has the gall to wince at how his hair is pulled taut, and looks surprised at Felix and his own actions.]
[ Felix knows that sometimes, Dimitri gets like this. Sometimes he still ends up a little lost in himself, and the boar inside rears its head. It's like he once told him - they're both the real him.
But that doesn't stop a flare of... something (irritation? desire? some weird middle ground that he rather not try to put into words?) from burning hot in his chest. Without warning, and not gentle in the slightest, he brings his hand to the front of his cloak to yank him down to his level. He forces Dimitri's head to tilt with the hand still tangled in his hair and bites down on his exposed neck, matching his ferocity.
Once he tastes metallic on his tongue, he draws back and wipes the blood from his mouth with a swipe of his hand. (though his lips are still slightly more red than before.) ] Now we're even. [ And he lets go. ]
[Dimitri braces himself for a headbutt, honestly. He wouldn’t put it past Felix’s anger to escalate this incident to that. The bite that follows is eons better than a headbutt despite how fast it happens and how it stings. Dimitri holds his hand over his neck, where the skin is warm and slick now. He can feel it pulsing under his hand and he blinks fast.] We’re even? [He’s the one who started this but he’s still catching up with it all. The ringing is fading from his ears.
Dimitri stares where Felix’s skin is flushed red, angry, and the blood is starting to bead at every individual teeth mark.] Yes, I’m sorry, we’re even. I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.
[ As Felix settles down, feels the rush of adrenaline leave his veins, he stares up at Dimitri and just... shakes his head. ]
That was obvious. Now lean down. [ Once he complies, Felix moves his hand out of the way and gently touches his fingertips outside of the ring formed by his teeth marks. He's only used healing magic a few times since the war (and only a few times during the war - mercedes, annette, even byleth were more adept at it than him) but it comes to easily enough. The tiny wounds on Dimitri's neck tingle a little before closing up, leaving his skin mostly back to normal.
Satisfied, he drops his hand back to his side. ] You really couldn't wait, could you? [ He's not trying to chide him too severely but... man... you bit him outside the bedroom................. ]
[Dimitri touches his neck again and finds himself a little disappointed. The skin is still tender to the touch but... he wouldn’t have minded keeping the marks.]
... Had you not caught me off guard [Had he not snapped a lance in two in surprise.] I might have jumped you on the spot.
Felix takes a breath, pointedly ignoring the way his face heats up due to his admission. Were this a locked thread, he'd certainly have jumped him just for those few words. But as this is a christian minecraft server Spice Free Zone™, he simply clears his throat. ] Save that for later. I want to take a bath before dinner.
[ And, so he gets the hint: ] I'll meet you there. [ He'll give you less bleedy marks then, promise. ]
[Dimitri hadn’t necessarily meant in a saucy way, but good to know where Felix’s head is.] Yes, of course.
[He gets the hint, though, and after cleaning up the training grounds Dimitri makes his way to the baths as well. He’s a bit relieved to find that Felix has only started to draw their bath and hasn’t begun undressing yet.
Before Felix can even begin to make the motion to undress, Dimitri is there tugging at the hem of his shirt.] Would you allow me to help? So the blood doesn’t stain more than it already has? [It’s only a little bit of blood, but blood nonetheless. Very difficult to get out of clothing. And Dimitri is still very much a puppy, wanting to make up for doing an oopsy.]
[ Honestly, in the time it took for him to go back to his room, get a spare change of clothes, and start their bath, Felix had almost forgotten he was bleeding. It wasn't even a serious amount of bleeding - he's had worse injuries from doing paperwork back home. So Dimitri's request is made with a raised eyebrow, but he relents. ]
Alright. But stop acting so forlorn - you only caught me off-guard with that bite. [ He lifts his arms up, so Dimitri will have an easier time peeling off his shirt. ]
[Dimitri frowns. Pouts. He is not acting like anything.] Oh, truly? You bit me back with such ferocity you'd think I'd severed a limb.
[He peels said shirt off, careful not to pull too hard.] I'd still like to treat it later. [After their bath. He'd like to at least use a vulnerary on it and cover it up.
Regardless, with Felix's top off, Dimitri begins undressing as well.]
Felix gingerly touches his neck, feeling the damp skin beneath his fingertips. Again, he's had worse, but... ]
If it'll make you feel better, then go ahead. [ He won't stop Dimitri from caring for him, especially when it is his fault.
But without further delay, Felix strips off the rest of his clothes and leaves them unceremoniously in a pile by the foot of the tub. Being the smaller of the two, he goes ahead and gets settled in first. Not that he'll admit it out loud, but... his body really is exhausted, from both the long day of travel and the sparring. The warm water is soothing, leaving him sighing in content.
But before he sinks beneath the water entirely like he's honestly tempted to, he looks to Dimitri, ready to shift as necessary to accommodate him. ]
[Dimitri's clothes join Felix's and he's slow to sink in to the bath water behind Felix, lest it rise too fast and overflow. Once he, too, is settled, Dimitri grabs for the hair products stationed next to the tub.]
I'll wash your hair.
[Not a request, but Felix is free to tell him to fuck off.]
[And so he does. Dimitri lathers the shampoo into Felix's hair with all the gentleness and care he can muster. Massaging Felix's scalp to really get it into his roots is somehow soothing for him too. He sighs, and realizes he could get lost in this.
When it's peaceful, perhaps Felix can stay with him for longer periods of time and their days can be filled with this.
He presses a kiss (not a bite) to Felix's shoulder when he's done.] Close your eyes so I can rinse.
[Which he will do once Felix gives him the go ahead.]
[ Obediently, Felix closes his eyes with a small hum. He can't help but think similar thoughts - about how relaxing it is to do something as simple as bathe with Dimitri, and that he looks forward to that day in the (hopefully) not to distant future when they can indulge in more moments like this.
Once all the shampoo is washed out of his hair, Felix carefully turns to face Dimitri. ] It's your turn. [ He makes a grabbing motion for the bottle of shampoo. But before he gets too far, he reaches a hand toward his face. ]
... I'll take this off. [ He brushes his thumb over the eye-patch, and waits for Dimitri's explicit permission to proceed. It's... not something Felix draws attention to often, preferring to ignore it lest he brings it up himself, but, well. It'll be easier to wash his hair with the straps out of the way. ]
... Go ahead. [This isn't the first time Felix will have seen the mess under his eyepatch, so Dimitri isn't so shaken. He does still feel the need to warn Felix, as he has every time before, that it's not pretty. Not in the slightest.] It's still rather unsightly, I'm sorry.
[It's something he's used to be deeply ashamed of, when he'd first been pulled out of his mania. It served as a reminder for a time when he'd truly cared nothing for the people around him, the people he killed, and himself. Especially himself.
(He'd gotten injured. It became infected and the illness and pain that followed was too much, too distracting. He didn't have time to be hindered by such a thing. He'd gouged it out himself.)
Dimitri (the healers. Mercedes) had made efforts to pretty it up since then, but it had been years. Medicine and scar creams could even out some of the discoloration but like Dimitri had said, it's still rather unsightly.
He lets Felix remove it nonetheless. He doesn't bow his head in shame like had had the first time; he keeps level with Felix own beautiful eyes, and waits for him to continue.]
[ Felix says nothing in response to his apology - Dimitri gives him the okay, and he quietly removes the eyepatch as simply as he would any other article of clothing.
It'd been shocking, the first time he saw the scars. The amount of (self-)mutilation hidden beneath that simple black eyepatch. But while he won't say he's used to it (he's only seen those particular scars a few times, after all) he's able to keep the swell of emotion at bay as he looks him in the eye.
Felix cups his face in his hands, murmurs a soft ] Don't apologize. [ and presses a soft, tender kiss to his brow before pulling his hair back from his face and lathering the shampoo into his hair. ]
[Dimitri melts under Felix's kiss and under his touch. To think that hands capable of wielding a sword the way Felix does are also capable of being so gentle. Comforting. He moves with Felix's hands as they lather, limp and pliant, and stills when Felix finally rinses his hair free of suds.
They wash each other's backs. Each other's bodies. Truly more domestic than Dimitri (or anyone really) thought possible. And true to his word, Dimitri cleans up Felix's neck. He scrubs away the dried blood and presses a kiss over the puncture wounds. He'll dress it later, whenever they get out of the tub. Whenever that is... because he's quite comfortable as they are now.] There. Almost good as new.
[ Felix, too, is in no rush to get out of the bath. Normally not one for sitting still, he settles between his legs like he belongs there, humming soft and content as Dimitri kisses his neck. ] Almost.
[ But he really isn't too concerned about that now. Instead, he turns to face his king and tucks into his neck in turn. He presses a kiss to the spot he bit before before shifting down lower. ] Okay? [ His question's punctuated with the scrape of his teeth over his collarbone. ]
[ Felix had only planned to leave a single mark - one decent sized bruise on his collarbone before settling against Dimitri's chest until the water cools and they're wrinkly as prunes. But that whine convinces him otherwise.
His focus is solely on Dimitri as he follows the line of his bone, leaving mark after mark in the wake of his mouth. They're uneven, irregular, scattered across the front of his chest - a big and bold reminder for Dimitri's eye only that Felix is right here with him. ]
Felix... [Dimitri's fingers flex at Felix's back, gripping at nothing, as Felix marks his way across his chest. The marks will serve as the perfect reminder that Felix is there - Felix will just have to give him a refresher when it comes time for him to leave for his territory again.
He doesn't need to think about that right now. He only needs to focus on Felix in his arms. The tension leaves Dimitri's body and he sags.] That's good. I'm okay.
[ As Dimitri draws back, Felix gently brushes his thumb over a couple of the marks. They should, hopefully, linger for a while - but he'll give him a fresh set before he leaves, if Dimitri does the same in return.
For now, though, he leans in to kiss him, soft and sweet. ] Yeah. You're okay. [ They're okay. And though he may not always be there physically for Dimitri, his heart is forever his. ]
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He knows Felix loves him. He has his own special way of showing affection that Dimitri appreciates and finds greatly endearing. Felix is cute when he's shy. Felix being so reserved makes it all the more heart-pounding when he's straightforward like now, though. With those simple words, all the frustration and longing Dimitri had been feeling before rushes back. Dimitri feels his chest tighten. Why can't Felix be with him all the time? It's not fair. He doesn't want Felix to leave his side. He doesn't want Felix to go to anyone else. Felix is his Felix is --
Dimitri opens his mouth and bites the tender skin of Felix's neck. He is not at all gentle about it; the bite is animalistic and possessive. His teeth threaten to break skin.]
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But he's not expecting Dimitri to bite him with a ferocity normally reserved for the bedroom. He hisses, low and pained, and tightens his grip on his cloak. ] Hey-- [ He sharply tugs on his hair, trying to pull him away from his neck but only causing him to flinch as his teeth drag across his sensitive skin. (which, fuck, does feel kind of nice, but this is not the time.) ] Cut it out, you damn beast!
[ "beast", said with some affection, but still come on please??? have at least an ounce of self control???? PLEASE???????????? ]
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But just as Felix’s voice had sent him into this episode, his voice snaps him right back out. Dimitri pulls away quickly, a smudge of blood and saliva across his lips. This time he has the gall to wince at how his hair is pulled taut, and looks surprised at Felix and his own actions.]
I? Wha - ?
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But that doesn't stop a flare of... something (irritation? desire? some weird middle ground that he rather not try to put into words?) from burning hot in his chest. Without warning, and not gentle in the slightest, he brings his hand to the front of his cloak to yank him down to his level. He forces Dimitri's head to tilt with the hand still tangled in his hair and bites down on his exposed neck, matching his ferocity.
Once he tastes metallic on his tongue, he draws back and wipes the blood from his mouth with a swipe of his hand. (though his lips are still slightly more red than before.) ] Now we're even. [ And he lets go. ]
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Dimitri stares where Felix’s skin is flushed red, angry, and the blood is starting to bead at every individual teeth mark.] Yes, I’m sorry, we’re even. I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.
[He bites his lip.] I really missed you.
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That was obvious. Now lean down. [ Once he complies, Felix moves his hand out of the way and gently touches his fingertips outside of the ring formed by his teeth marks. He's only used healing magic a few times since the war (and only a few times during the war - mercedes, annette, even byleth were more adept at it than him) but it comes to easily enough. The tiny wounds on Dimitri's neck tingle a little before closing up, leaving his skin mostly back to normal.
Satisfied, he drops his hand back to his side. ] You really couldn't wait, could you? [ He's not trying to chide him too severely but... man... you bit him outside the bedroom................. ]
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... Had you not caught me off guard [Had he not snapped a lance in two in surprise.] I might have jumped you on the spot.
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Felix takes a breath, pointedly ignoring the way his face heats up due to his admission. Were this a locked thread, he'd certainly have jumped him just for those few words. But as this is a
christian minecraft serverSpice Free Zone™, he simply clears his throat. ] Save that for later. I want to take a bath before dinner.[ And, so he gets the hint: ] I'll meet you there. [ He'll give you less bleedy marks then, promise. ]
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[He gets the hint, though, and after cleaning up the training grounds Dimitri makes his way to the baths as well. He’s a bit relieved to find that Felix has only started to draw their bath and hasn’t begun undressing yet.
Before Felix can even begin to make the motion to undress, Dimitri is there tugging at the hem of his shirt.] Would you allow me to help? So the blood doesn’t stain more than it already has? [It’s only a little bit of blood, but blood nonetheless. Very difficult to get out of clothing. And Dimitri is still very much a puppy, wanting to make up for doing an oopsy.]
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Alright. But stop acting so forlorn - you only caught me off-guard with that bite. [ He lifts his arms up, so Dimitri will have an easier time peeling off his shirt. ]
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[He peels said shirt off, careful not to pull too hard.] I'd still like to treat it later. [After their bath. He'd like to at least use a vulnerary on it and cover it up.
Regardless, with Felix's top off, Dimitri begins undressing as well.]
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Felix gingerly touches his neck, feeling the damp skin beneath his fingertips. Again, he's had worse, but... ]
If it'll make you feel better, then go ahead. [ He won't stop Dimitri from caring for him, especially when it is his fault.
But without further delay, Felix strips off the rest of his clothes and leaves them unceremoniously in a pile by the foot of the tub. Being the smaller of the two, he goes ahead and gets settled in first. Not that he'll admit it out loud, but... his body really is exhausted, from both the long day of travel and the sparring. The warm water is soothing, leaving him sighing in content.
But before he sinks beneath the water entirely like he's honestly tempted to, he looks to Dimitri, ready to shift as necessary to accommodate him. ]
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I'll wash your hair.
[Not a request, but Felix is free to tell him to fuck off.]
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Go ahead. I won't stop you.
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When it's peaceful, perhaps Felix can stay with him for longer periods of time and their days can be filled with this.
He presses a kiss (not a bite) to Felix's shoulder when he's done.] Close your eyes so I can rinse.
[Which he will do once Felix gives him the go ahead.]
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Once all the shampoo is washed out of his hair, Felix carefully turns to face Dimitri. ] It's your turn. [ He makes a grabbing motion for the bottle of shampoo. But before he gets too far, he reaches a hand toward his face. ]
... I'll take this off. [ He brushes his thumb over the eye-patch, and waits for Dimitri's explicit permission to proceed. It's... not something Felix draws attention to often, preferring to ignore it lest he brings it up himself, but, well. It'll be easier to wash his hair with the straps out of the way. ]
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[It's something he's used to be deeply ashamed of, when he'd first been pulled out of his mania. It served as a reminder for a time when he'd truly cared nothing for the people around him, the people he killed, and himself. Especially himself.
(He'd gotten injured. It became infected and the illness and pain that followed was too much, too distracting. He didn't have time to be hindered by such a thing. He'd gouged it out himself.)
Dimitri (the healers. Mercedes) had made efforts to pretty it up since then, but it had been years. Medicine and scar creams could even out some of the discoloration but like Dimitri had said, it's still rather unsightly.
He lets Felix remove it nonetheless. He doesn't bow his head in shame like had had the first time; he keeps level with Felix own beautiful eyes, and waits for him to continue.]
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It'd been shocking, the first time he saw the scars. The amount of (self-)mutilation hidden beneath that simple black eyepatch. But while he won't say he's used to it (he's only seen those particular scars a few times, after all) he's able to keep the swell of emotion at bay as he looks him in the eye.
Felix cups his face in his hands, murmurs a soft ] Don't apologize. [ and presses a soft, tender kiss to his brow before pulling his hair back from his face and lathering the shampoo into his hair. ]
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They wash each other's backs. Each other's bodies. Truly more domestic than Dimitri (or anyone really) thought possible. And true to his word, Dimitri cleans up Felix's neck. He scrubs away the dried blood and presses a kiss over the puncture wounds. He'll dress it later, whenever they get out of the tub. Whenever that is... because he's quite comfortable as they are now.] There. Almost good as new.
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[ But he really isn't too concerned about that now. Instead, he turns to face his king and tucks into his neck in turn. He presses a kiss to the spot he bit before before shifting down lower. ] Okay? [ His question's punctuated with the scrape of his teeth over his collarbone. ]
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Please. [It comes out as a whine and Dimitri doesn't even care to be ashamed. He's touch-starved, hungry, and has been longing for Felix for days.]
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His focus is solely on Dimitri as he follows the line of his bone, leaving mark after mark in the wake of his mouth. They're uneven, irregular, scattered across the front of his chest - a big and bold reminder for Dimitri's eye only that Felix is right here with him. ]
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He doesn't need to think about that right now. He only needs to focus on Felix in his arms. The tension leaves Dimitri's body and he sags.] That's good. I'm okay.
[Dimitri pulls back, hands on Felix's shoulders.]
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For now, though, he leans in to kiss him, soft and sweet. ] Yeah. You're okay. [ They're okay. And though he may not always be there physically for Dimitri, his heart is forever his. ]