Sacrifice (from a compilation based on T.a.t.u songs)

     Cheap inconspicuous hotel on the edge of town. Dark dirty streets and shabby houses, in this place you rarely meet bystanders. A small stuffy room and two on wet sheets, more recently their bodies were intertwined on crumpled fabric. Some were driven by lust, others by hunger. 

     Type quickly and slightly awkwardly climbs out of bed, he hurries, quickly pulls his clothes directly onto his damp skin. He would like to take a shower before leaving, to wash away all traces of this night, but this is not the case here. He needs to get out of here as soon as possible, he quickly sends a short message via his phone and leaves the hotel room. Soon there will be no trace of his stay here, everything will be destroyed. Type leaves, and the man on the sheets is still motionless, he does not hear the sound of the closing door, he does not breathe at all ...

     The car is already waiting for him, there are never mistakes. Type quickly sits inside and leans back tiredly in the seat, taking so long to get home. He wants not to think about anything, but his but the soul feels self-loathing. Thoughts in my head repeat unpleasant memories. It's good that Type tries not to look at the faces of his victims, he doesn't want to remember their faces. After all, these victims are far from good people, they are always part of someone's nightmare. The Succubus Organization is always on the lookout for this, no killing of innocents. This is a kind of reputation protection. But this organization cannot protect itself from itself. Type gets out of the car and she drives off immediately. And he still stands in front of the house, although this is against the rules. Lights are on in the windows, so Tharn is not sleeping...

     Type enters the house quietly, carefully closing the door, although there is no need to. He is sure that Tharn is not sleeping. In his place, Type would not have been able to sleep either. In his place, Type could not live like this at all with someone like him. But Tharn can, understands, tolerates and loves. In fact, Type thinks he doesn't deserve the Tharn at all, but he can't let go. 

     As soon as Type crosses the threshold of the bedroom, he immediately sees his husband. Tharn does not hear his footsteps, he sits at the table wearing headphones, leaning back in his chair. His eyes are closed, but Type is sure he is not sleeping. Tharn never sleeps on nights like this. 

     Type slowly approaches him from behind and hugs him tightly by the neck, nuzzling through the soft hair. He closes his eyes for a second, inhaling the familiar smell, he needs it now. Finally, he is at home, and Type was so afraid that he lost everything in those few hours. He is always afraid of the thought that one day he will return and realize that Tharn has left him. But Tharn is always here, waiting for him. Type can feel Tharn lightly stroking the arms around him, as if encouraging him. He tilts his head slightly to the side to press against Type's hand, but immediately pulls away.

"Type, please shower and change first," Tarn asks, his voice soft and calm, without a trace of reproach.

"Sorry," Type apologizes guiltily, and he opens his arms abruptly, backing away awkwardly. Type hurries to the shower, he needs it too. He wants to feel clean, if possible.

     Tharn takes off his headphones and throws it on the table. He gets up and opens the window, allowing the cold air to enter the bedroom and erase the slightest traces of the odor of someone else's unfamiliar perfume that Tharn smelled on Type. 

     Years ago, Tharn did not understand why Type was so afraid of a relationship with him. When he found out the reason, it was too late. Tharn was already too in love with the succubus, he had to come to terms with such night "outings".  

     This is not to say that he was not angry. Tharn was angry, jealous and deeply worried that something might go wrong. Suddenly, Type will become a victim, suddenly he will be attacked, suddenly someone will hunt him down, suddenly he will find himself someone more suitable, the same succubus, like himself. It's good that such a night happens only once a year. Otherwise Tharn would have gone mad. 

     It may seem that once a year you can easily endure forced treason, but this is not so. Tharn's heart aches at the thought that someone is touching his beloved, that someone can hurt him, that Type is forced to submit to someone's lust and endure in order to survive. 

     Tharn notices everything, he sees what Type is after these forced meetings. For several more weeks Type is so quiet and obedient, helpful, trying to please Tharn in everything. And Type fawns like a little abandoned kitten in search of love, and looks at him so gratefully from any tenderness. Such a vulnerable Type makes Tharn absolutely helpless. He does not know what to do and what to say so that Type understands that Tharn is here, he will not go anywhere, he still loves. Tharn hears the noise of the water in the bathroom. He quickly closes the window so Type doesn't catch a cold.

     When Type comes out of the shower, he is immediately greeted by Tharn's affectionate gaze. At such moments, Type never knows what to do and just stares back in confusion. Tharn stretches out her arms to him and asks almost pleadingly, "Type, hug me".

    And Type, without hesitation, rushes forward, straight into the strong captivity of these dear hands. They hug each other, plunging into the cozy warmth of their bodies, into each other's soothing scent. And at this moment they do not need all these reflections, experiences and unbearable thoughts in their heads. All around just disappears. There is only Tharn and Type, their embrace, their refuge and home.