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The Immortal Hurricane melted into his husband's hands.
He rubbed his cheek against the other's palm, gazing at him lovingly. Cataclysm was livid as his adorable little vulture affectionately gazed into his eyes. He grinned, taking the Hurricane's face and kissing the skin over his empty eye socket, earning a chuckle.
"My my... " Cataclysm grinned, stroking his hand over the other's burnt arm. "So devoted to me... So perfect just for me..." He grinned again, kissing the other deeply.
Hurricane smiled, his finger finding the place where Cataclysm had chopped out a chunk of skin from his forehead in devotion "I could say about you my little pheonix..." He kissed the other's forehead, straight on the scarred tissue. The act earned a low and pleased grumble from the Fire God. Cataclysm slowly stood up from the stone, earning a confused glance from his lover. "My Blaze, what are you doing?"
"Mmmmm... We should go check on our little followers... Don't you think? I quite have the urge to be worshipped right now" he chuckled, looking back at the other.
"Why have those pathetic mortals terrified worship when you have me? Your most devoted follower right before you" he tempted, gazing into the Cataclysm's eyes.
"Ah, you are right my little tornado" he laughed, watching as Immortal Hurricane stood up and walked up behind him, hands going around his waist. He carefully avoided the spine tail, although not much could be done as it wrapped around his tail, the blazing pheonix feathers ticking his knee. He stroked up the deformed horns on Cataclysm's head, letting out a soft purr from their beautiful rigged nature.
"So perfect, perfect for me to keep" he flirted, turning the Cataclysm's head upwards and gently biting his neck.
"I am yours until the end of time my storm" he spread his wings behind Hurricane, looking back at him. "Why not we preen tonight?" He suggested, a mischievous smile irking it's way up his face.
"I have no words against your request" he replied, sitting down the Cataclysm and spreading the man's wings, running his fingers through the flaming softness the feathers held. Sadly his husband rarely had pin feathers survive in their shell for more than a second, the second the fire-proof layer wore off they burned and unveiled a new feather. Such was sadly the case now, but it didn't stop him from carefully pulling out feathers.
Cataclysm had been facing him, gently preening the other's head wings with care. He gazed into the man's eye, chuckling before kissing his forehead. Immortal Hurricane looked at the other lovingly, gaze lidded with love.
"May I preen your wings after this?" He requested, eyes expectant as he gazed at his lover. Immortal Cataclysm frowned a little, brushing some strands of hair behind his ear.
"My love, you preened me yesterday" he replied, frowning a little as his lover also frowned. He kissed his Tornado carefully, brushing his fingers over his face. "After this I will probably rest though"
"Perfectly fine by me, you deserve it after dealing with all of our devoted followers" he grinned, looking into the Immortal Cataclysm's eyes. The Cataclysm chuckled, gripping the others arms as he pulled him down, kissing the emerald that was imbedded in his husband's forehead. He closed his eyes, his physical form becoming flames as it returned to the dragons bead. Immortal Hurricane smiled, knowing such an act was a strong display of trust.
He gently cradled the ball in his hands, looking at it adoringly. He would gladly destroy the whole world for his flame. He would without thought kill anyone who stands in his way, even Millennial Tree Cookie.
...
A strange yet familiar sensation begins to rise in his guts at the mention of the man who was once his father. Yes, a part deep down still cared for that man but it was as Immortal Cataclysm said he was also corrupted and-
He remembered.
It was his own hands that were stained with the blood of the Millennial Tree, his very hands that shoved the arrow repeatedly through his chest.
He killed his own father.
His breathing began to slowly increase as he rose from the bed, staring at the bead. He felt tears forking at his eyes as he gripped the orb. A piece of him, maybe whatever was left of Wind Archer, was begging for him to shove his thumbs into the orb and destroy it.
To kill the Immortal Cataclysm.
Without noticing he began to do exactly such, his mind flashing images of the jam that stained his fingers, the cookies who's heads he has ripped, those who's organs he has pulled out. All of it, the familiar metallic blood taste in his mouth as he would rip open another abdomen and rip apart the pink yet somewhat stringy muscles, as his hands would dig into the chest and push aside the lungs to get to it, to the heart. The muscle always had a strange strength to it, so delicate yet strong. He would always squeeze it, destroy it while the cookie watched their very own organs being ripped before them before... Before they would die.
He had done that to Millennial Tree Cookie.
He killed him.
Rage flooded his bloodstreams as his fingers slowly began to breach the orb, an intense heat now becoming obvious against his thumbs. He smiled, breath hitching "I... Will fucking... KILL YOU! FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE!!!" He screamed, gripping the orb tightly as tears streamed down his face.
...
What the fuck was he doing?
This was his husband, this was his husband soul he was about to rip open, he was about to kill his lover. Just as fast as those violent urges came, they left, leaving a panicked Immortal Hurricane who began to sob, watching as the orb became the Immortal Cataclysm again, who frowned, his chest now having obvious injuries. Hurricane sobbed at the sight, shaking his head "I'm so sorry I don't know what came over me I... I don't know why those episodes keep coming... " he kept blabbering incoherently, trying to find something in the Cataclysm's eyes.
The man before him took a deep breath, looking away "I don't know how much I can keep trusting you with me as the bead... It seems every time I do you always have your episodes, witches know how much time until you actually kill me." He murmered, shaking his head. A part of him was frankly pissed at his husband, but he knew it was unintentionally done. It was that damn oath he took when he was first made that would replay in his head.
Yet he still felt betrayed.
"I'm sorry... " he mumbled, feeling himself be embraced by the man of flames.
"It's... Alright... Just please let's sleep" he murmered, Immortal Hurricane noticing how Immortal Cataclysm was not being his orb as he usually would. It was painful knowing what he would impulsively do to his husband.
May the witches help him.