Commissioned [completed]

Chapter 33 - Gimme gimme gimme

You knocked on 228 feeling awkward.

"What is the password?" You heard his ashy voice on the other side of the wood.

"There is a password?" You frowned.

"Si, it is the colour of my lovely eyes, plus what you might want to do with me on a beach."

You chuckled, thawing to him after Sodo had left you so stony. "Let's see, your right eye is... the colour of an overcast sea sky. Your left is hospital wall white—"

"Hospital wall?!"

"Yes, it is quite lovely," you laughed.

"Well, uh, if you find hospital walls lovely, suppose that is a compliment—says more about you than me."

"And the beach? I would bury you neck deep; I just think it would look funny with your face paint like you were cosplaying an actual skull."

"That is not the correct answer; the right answer is sex on the beach." He opened the door regardless.

"You fucked around enough to know sex in the beach is never a good idea." You took him in, still in his lovely bowling attire.

"With the right precautions, you can fuck anywhere, Pittore." He informed and bowed out of the way to allow you inside.

"Fucking near crabs, dead fish, seaweed, not to mention the sand! It does not sound like a good time," You stepped around him and saw two single beds, patchwork blankets and plenty of doilies. It was a Hufflepuff den.

"You pick a nice spot, lay down a large mat, watch the sunset and fuck under the stars." He locked the door.

"From experience, huh?"

"Of course," he purred.

"Anywhere with preparation?" You arched a brow and plonked onto one of the beds.

"You think you can challenge me, Pittore? I think a lot about fucking." He came to sit on the bed opposing.

"Lake?"

"Emergency raft, I've done it, uh, the turbulence actually adds to the experience."

"Is that so? Aeroplane... without being a dick," you added.

"Yes, that one is hard; fly private. A very expensive fuck, but if everyone is on board, then I'd say it is worth it."

"You own a jet?" Your brow furrowed.

"Why, you interested in a ride?" His eyes lingered on your smile, and he mirrored it, "No, not yet, but when I own Tasmania, huh?"

"Yes, of course, you going to have your own anti-pope mobile?" You chuckled.

"I couldn't take myself seriously without one, Pittore. Clear, just like his, so all can gaze upon me. You know, it's admirable; very few are so blessed by the prince of pride as he who parades himself around in a glass box." He came to lean back on his elbows, legs closed over. He was a very fluid creature.

"Careful with that mouth of yours, Terzo; that was almost blasphemous," you teased.

"You have no idea how blasphemous this mouth can be, Pittore." His eyes darkened and washed down your leg. "Tell me what happened with Sodo," he said softly.

You huffed a sigh and fell back on the bed. "I didn't leave him alone."

"Ah, he can be quite nasty when provoked."

"I wasn't about to just let him be an asshole with no repercussions, then welcome him back to me once he's done being an ass like he didn't do anything wrong," you scrubbed your face.