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“Oh Tango!” Ren calls out, waltzing though their base in past life, a slice of warm bread on a small plate, ready for his partner to try, him and Impulse had spent all day trying out a new bread recipe.
Said blaze hybrid walks into their base, a little dusty and dirty, bags under his eyes, looking exhausted, “Hey.”
“Oh…jezz man.” Ren says, “What happened to you?”
“A good 40 hours since I last slept.” Tango answers, “...and many failed redstone traps…”
“Tango.” Ren chides.
“It’s like, a lot harder than I remember!” Tango says, putting his hands up, “I’m not used to the old redstone and I’m not asking Etho for help.”
Ren sighs, “Dude, you look like crap.”
“I bet.” Tango says, sighing, “I’m exhausted.”
“Well, you're definitely getting a bath before you get into our bed.” Ren says, “I’ll have Impulse draw you up a bath.”
“You might want him to do one for you.” Tango says, “You're covered in flour.”
Ren looks down at himself, sure enough, flour, “Your right.” he says, “well, looks like it’s time for a bath.” Ren says, handing Tango the plate with bread, “You, eat.” he says, “Then we’ll take a nice, warm bath.”
Tango smiles softly, “Thank you.”
“You're welcome." Ren says, pressing a kiss to his forehead before leaving, going to find their boyfriend.
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Their bathroom smells nice since Impulse had put some soap into the bathwater that smelled like strawberries and roses.
Tango pulls off his shirt, throwing it onto the floor, next goes his pants, binder, and underwear, then he’s climbing into the bathtub, sitting down on one end.
Ren’s clothes are thrown into the pile of his and the dog hybrid joins him, sitting on the opposite side of the seat, gently scooping some of the soap bubbles off the top of the water, leaning forward and placing them upon Tango’s head.
Tango can’t help but giggle at that.
“I crown you king of the tub.” Ren says, “My leigh
"Aren't you usually crowned the king?” Impulse chuckles, getting some shampoo out of a cupboard under the sink, putting it next to the bottle of conditioner.
“Yes.” Ren says, “But, I believe Tango should get to enjoy it for a bit.”
Impulse smiles, “You two wet your hair so we can't get to washing all the grime out of it.”
“Is that how you speak to your king?” Ren asks, “You shall now address Tango as King Tango, master of the bubbles, lord of the tub.”
“I am not saying that.”
Ren pouts, his ears laying back against his head, “Impy.” he whines, “Please?”
Tango has to keep from laughing, trying to keep a straight face.
“Fine, Ren, can you help King Tango, master of the bubbles, lord of the tub, to wet his hair down.” Impuls says, pinching the bridge of his nose, muttering to himself, “Why do I put up with him.”
“Because you love me.” Ren says, “And what I can do to you.” he says with a wink pointed in Impulse’s way.
Impulse’s cheeks readen, “Okay, you need to be stopped." He says, grabbing the shower wand, turning it on and spraying water over Ren’s head, causing his ears to droop down, wet hair falling in front of his face as he starts to look like a wet dog.
Tango can’t help but snicker, watching as Impulse gets Ren’s hair wet for the hair soaps.
After his hair’s been thoroughly wetted, Impulse grabs the shampoo, handing it to Ren to put in his own hair before the demon hybrid moves to getting Tango’s hair wet.
Tango closes his eyes, his pointed blaze hybrid ears pointing down, he does not really like water that much, but he needs a bath to be clean so he suffers through it.
Impulse knows this, so he’s quick, getting his hair wet then taking the shampoo from Ren, putting some of the soap into Tango’s hair, massaging it in as Ren rinses out his own hair, taking time to rinse all the soap out of long brown stands that go all the way down to the end of his back, all before putting conditioner in the bottom.
“I’m going to rinse out your hair Tango.” Impulse says, taking the shower wand from Ren, washing the soap out of Tango’s hair, all while the poor blazebon closes his eyes, cringing slightly.
Ren sees the discomfort on his face and reaches his hand under the water, finding Tango rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb, squeezing it to tell him he’s okay.
Tango squeezes back, telling Ren he feels him, grateful for it.
After washing the shampoo out, Impulse carefully puts some conditioner into Tango’s blond hair, letting it sit for a bit as Ren takes his turn to wash the conditioner out of his own hair.
When he’s done, Impulse washes Tango's hair again and Ren takes Tango’s hand again, rubbing soothing circles into it.
It’s over quickly as Impulse does his best to be fast.
Once it’s over, Impulse lets Tango take a break.
The blaze hybrid closes his eyes, leaning his bead back over the edge of the tub, slowly dripping some water onto the floor behind him, not that anyone minds, Impulse throws down a towel wordlessly.
Ren takes the opportunity to stand up and wash his body off, making sure he gets all the grim off his skin and flour out of his fur, rinsing off when he’s done.
When he’s done, he steps out onto the bathmat, and shakes.
“Ren!” Impulse screams, holding up the towel he had for Ren, trying to keep the water off himself.
Ren smiles apologetically, “Sorry dude.” he says, “I was not thinking.”
“It’s fine.” Impulse says, using the towel for Ren to dry off any water that got on him before throwing the towel to Ren who wraps it around his middle, going over to the bathroom counter and plugging in the hair dryer. He has to use it to dry his fur off, or the thick fluff will not dry for hours.
As Ren dries his hair, Tango sits there, taking his break, totally not falling asleep…
“-ngo, hey, you awake?” Impulse asks, putting a hand on Tango's shoulder.
Tango nods, sitting up straighter, “yeah…yeah. I’m up man.” he croaks, voice a little rough from totally not falling asleep.
“It’s time for you to rinse off.” Impulse says, “Do you think you can do that on your own?”
Tango nods, moving and standing up.
The demon hybrid reaches into the tub, unplugging it, then he gets up and hands Tango a bar of soap, all before sitting down on the floor behind Ren, a hair brush in his hand, gently pulling it though delicate, long, brown strands of hair.
Tango gets to washing himself off, taking a deep breath before using the shower wand to rinse all the soap off his body.
When he’s done, he shuts off the shower, stepping out and grabbing the towel Impulse left folded on the counter by the sink for him.
He wraps it around his body at his chest, rolling it so it won’t fall off.
The blaze hybrid picks up the blow dryer that Ren had been using, using it to dry his own hair, rather quickly with the added help of his high body temperature. His hair glows softly as it dries, reigniting.
When he’s done, Tango unplugs the dryer, staring it back into its drawer.
Thankfully, by the time he’s done that, Impulse is already done with Ren’s hair, now pulled back into a long braid.
The three of them head to their bedroom where Ren and Tango get dressed and Impulse changes into his pajamas.
Tango gets dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a tee-shirt.
As he stands there, he realises how much he wants a hug from Ren right now, something in his chest aching for the physical contact, that and he’s feeling a little on edge from the shower.
“Ren…” Tango says, fidgeting with a ring on his right hand, “Could I have a hug?...Please?”
“Hey, of course my dude!” Ren says, opening his arms.
Tango falls into them, burning his face into Ren’s chest, little brown furs tickling his face.
After a bit, Tango pulls away and Ren takes the opportunity to pull his shirt on, finishing getting dressed.
“Tango,” Impulse says, “Here.”
He hands Tango a folded up article of clothing.
Tango takes it, unfolding it.
It turns out to be a slightly warm, thick hoodie.
He brings it up to his nose, taking a deep breath of redstone, coal, gravel, and a sweet, bread-like smell. It smells like Impulse.
The blaze hybrid pulls the hoodie on, the worn fabric perfectly falling on his body. It feels nice.
Impulse takes Tango’s hand, leading him to the bed.
The blaze hybrid crawls in, Ren is already there, on his back.
Tango lays down on top of Ren, resting his cheek on his chest, the glow of his hair going down until it is only the faint glow of embers.
Ren cards his hand though Tango’s hair, gentle and soft.
Tango starts to purr like a cat, closing his red eyes, feeling comfortable and loved.
Impulse pulls a blanket over the two of them, joining them under the cover.
The demon hybrid presses a soft, little kiss to Tango’s forehead, whispering, “Good night.”