Falling in love~ (Stolitz)-(Smut, fluff, & maybe angst)

~Rage~

A/N I  might not be able to post on the 31st so.. HAPPY NEW YEAR!! And I will also post fluff instead of the smut I told y'all cuz I'm trying to start a new year being holy. Anyway, Enjoy mfs.

The first time Blitz noticed a crack in the armor was in the stable at the Harvest Moon Festival. A very small crack, hairline, fixable. But it was there. In the way Stolas would do his post-sex breathing, a slow and heavy in/out that would fix up his feathers and clean away any evidence of (Blitz would call it) fuckdoing. It was usually one fluid motion, all purple light shining and a contented hoot signaling all was well. He would often ask Blitz if he required any assistance cleaning up. Near the beginning of their arrangement he would usually grab the nearest rag or towel or shirt and wipe everything up, bolting for the door or turning over with his back facing the bird.

It had been about half a year. They'd been meeting more. They'd been getting closer. And Blitz allowed himself to be cleaned. Half of the time it'd all been magicked away but he preferred when Stolas was gentle with him, washing his body with a warm, damp washcloth. Or even better, being carried over to a hot bath where they would make small talk and wash each other clean, the window open for a possible round two as a result of the intimate nature of The Bathtub.

So they were in the stable. Stolas was breathing in, and a halo of purple light rose around him, feathers drying and being smoothed back into place. And when he breathed out

his breath caught in his throat. It shuddered with a surprisingly worrisome tone mixed with surprise that such a noise would come from his mouth seemingly unplanned.

The light flickered and the last of his feathers on his head remained scuffled and wet with sweat.

Blitz saw the whole thing.

"Hey, uh, you alright?" Blitz asked, blinking and reaching for a handkerchief in his rear pocket. He'd started to get dressed and paused to watch The Cleaning Ritual.

"Yes! Yes, totally fine. Just, ah, lacking 100% of my concentration." Stolas said, that smile of his, shining and goofy, plastered wide across his mouth. "Maybe if you got all the way dressed it could help."

"Yeah that never helps," Blitz said, smiling and sitting back next to Stolas on the hay bale he was perched on. "Here, head down."

Stolas blinked and slowly lowered his head. Blitz took the handkerchief and toweled Stolas off to the best of his abilities. It was nice, the fabric a little scratchy and cheap but so was Blitz, and he was here. Blitz bit his lip, focusing on smoothing the feathers out before looking into Stolas' eyes and realizing one feather was out of place. He flicked a couple around the top of his head, almost styling them.

"There," Blitz said. "You could do with a little bit of ruffling in public, you know that right? You are a bird."

"This is true," Stolas said, smiling. "Thank you, Blitzy." He leaned forward and kissed Blitz's cheek and could feel his skin darken with blush. He started kissing more down his jawline, relishing in the jittery noises of faux protest.

"Hey, hey, c'mon. Just don't want you looking like you obviously got your brains fucked out after you almost got them blown out." Blitz said, laughing from the kisses. He pushed Stolas away gently, smiling. "You good?"

"I'm good." Stolas replied.

"Cool, let's eat something before we vamoose, long fucking drive." Blitz hopped up, threw his shirt and vest on and started walking out of the stable. He looked to his left, then his right, then his left again. "Ok, you're good". Then he walked to the midway.

Stolas popped his legs through his romper and put his hat on. He looked at a dirty mirror leaning against a shelf in the stable.

He almost died today. He had no clue it was coming. Well, he'd been the subject of many a fouled up assassination attempt. Even at the Harvest Moon Festival. This wasn't his first rodeo at his life being in danger.

So why was it different this time? Because he knew the person who saved his life? Because he loved the person who saved his life? Because that person was scrambling through the crowds and the stables looking for the assassin who seemingly vanished into thin air and then fucked him desperately in said stable?

Because it was the first time he saw that person in a true state of desperation? Of fear?