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Even knowing that Hythlodaeus is here, as he had once before, Hades yet remembers the long millennia he'd spent without him. Enough so that it is likely that he may yet long for Hythlodaeus' touch for some time yet to come. But given that he, too, is very much in the mood for more, there is not the slightest flicker of complaint as Hythlodaeus pulls back to remove his clothes. Nor does Hades leave him to do all the work himself, shifting as necessary to make their removal all the easier.

And when Hythlodaeus has removed his own pants as well and settled back again, there's a sigh in return from Hades. He might not have wanted to insist that he and Hythlodaeus celebrate Hythlodaeus' return in any specific manner. But even so he can't deny that he has wanted exactly this, with no barriers standing between them and their mutual desires.

It's a want that makes itself all the clearer in the kiss that he returns, relief and joy present above the simple longing of earlier. And when the kiss finally breaks he says but a single word.

"Yes."

He wants, and he doubts it'll take either of them particularly long to be fully ready.

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Despite not really being aware of the passing of time in the traditional way, Hythlodaeus still feels like it's been a while all the same. And that makes him all the more eager as he rocks his hips down a few times, a soft groan escaping him as he kisses along Hades' jaw.

"You are beautiful..."

Especially in vulnerable moments like this, when there's only the two of them. His hands run down Emet-Selch's body in quiet reverence, mapping out every dimple and curve. His lips soon follow, this time not stopping at his chest and heading south to his stomach, where he kisses softly at his hips and navel. His breath is hot on his skin as he pushes his lover's legs apart, settling there to kiss along his inner thighs for now.

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Even those gentle rocks draw soft murmurs of enjoyment out of Hades, his own hips shifting as if in echo to Hythlodaeus'. If he had not already been well on his way towards arousal, he certainly would be from that alone, even though there is yet a while before he stands fully ready.

"I have missed hearing you say so."

He knows full well that a number of people might find him attractive, especially as he currently is. But there is only a small handful of people he is genuinely willing to accept the compliment from with any sort of grace, Hythlodaeus among them. Even if he might only directly admit to it in moments like these, when he has allowed himself to be vulnerable in ways he would not otherwise.

But he says nothing of it, given Hythlodaeus surely knows. Instead, he keeps up his own explorations of Hythlodaeus' back for as long as he can and when Hythlodaeus finally moves beyond his reach he settles instead for filling the air with soft noises of pleasure that turn very distinctly toward soft groans the further down Hythlodaeus goes.

As for Hythlodaeus' own explorations they will find that Hades is much as he might have remembered, save for one thing - a bite mark on one of his inner thighs. One that's old enough to have faded a little, but nonetheless looks deliberate in a way that would not have come from a fight. One from a miqo'te at that, and given that Emet-Selch has not addressed its presence in any way prior it is likely not anything he is ashamed of.

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He eyes the bite curiously. It makes sense that Emet-Selch would have had lovers in Hythlodaeus' time away, so he doesn't mind. He could hardly expect the man to live a life of loneliness. Still, the bite feels like the owner has claimed Emet-Selch in some inexplicable way. His memories of Megumi are foggy, but he does remember her. Perhaps...?

Ah, but it doesn't matter. As long as Emet-Selch is here with him now in this moment, and still loves Hythlodaeus, he is content. So he merely kisses the bite softly and asks no questions before moving to his cock, dragging his tongue along the underside as he takes it in hand before taking the head between his lips. He hums contentedly around him, always happy to please his love in such a way, and runs his free hand lovingly up along his thigh.

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[trueholy]

Hythlodaeus, you truly return?

[filikos]

I do indeed. My apologies for disappearing like that! It's lovely to hear from you again, Venat.

[trueholy]

No apologies needed. I’ve quite missed you. Might I meet you in person?

shortly after various reunions

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It has been nothing short of a miracle to have Hythlodaeus returned to him. One that Emet-Selch is, at last, beginning to accept as real. (Being able to see his Hythlodaeus' soul whenever he should care to look helps a great deal, though neither is he likely to say as much.) But for all that Emet-Selch has grown used to living with Megumi - and now Hythlodaeus - neither are they entirely alone in the house.

And thus it is that bright and early one morning, Hythlodaeus will find himself face-to-face with a very purple pokemon, it's two-tipped tail swishing gently as it stares up at him.

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Hythlodaeus blinks his eyes open when he feels weight on his stomach, confused. Was Hades trying to lean and grab something over him? Then he spots the pokemon, and starts. He'd not forgotten entirely about the Eevee they'd shared but had just assumed they were... around. They weren't a priority when he still had so many others to reunite with! He doesn't recognise this creature, and his first reaction is to look for Emet-Selch, but then as his sight shifts to search for his lover's soul he realises he recognises the soul of the creature on his stomach.

Ah... he doesn't remember what he'd called it. But now he smiles slightly, reaching out to pat the pokemon on the back. It must remember him too, because it arches its back into his hand.

"Hello, you. It has been some time for you as well, hmm? You look very different."

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Though the pokemon itself doesn't answer in words, there's still a happy-sounding chirp at the attention and the question that follows. It might have been more than a while but it does very much still remember Hythlodaeus. Even if it's only been recently that it's changed its shape.

A moment later, Hades makes his way back into the room, trailed by a second pokemon - though a different one, given the dark black of its fur.

"Ah. I see you two have been reacquainted with each other."

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[orangebrained]

[He's a little delayed, having only noticed Hythlodaeus' return recently, but he's none the less overjoyed for it.]

Hythlodaeus! You're back!

[filikos]

That I am! Orange you glad?

[Look, let him have this. He's very obviously laughing at his own dumb joke right now.]

Ah, forgive me. It is good to hear from you.

[orangebrained]

[Oh.
Oh, gods.

He needs a minute so he can stop laughing.]

I suppose that answers the question of whether or not you remember anything!

The place did
lilac
a certain something while you were gone.

[Not sorry.]

after his discussion with G'raha

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[It takes a bit of time, but in due course, Emet-Selch does return to the house they share following his conversation with the man he had previously known only as the Exarch. And he wastes no time in seeking out Hythlodaeus besides.]

I believe I promised an explanation.

[filikos]

Indeed.

[Hythlodaeus pats the couch where he's sitting, inviting Hades to sit beside him.]

There is hot tea in the pot if you would like to pour yourself some first.

[If he's going to be explaining a few things, doing so with a dry mouth would be unpleasant.]

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[It would, and there's a nod of appreciation as Emet-Selch pours himself some tea before taking a seat next to Hythlodaeus.]

How much do you know of events prior to Zodiark's unmaking?

Quest time!

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[Though Emet-Selch still has some misgivings about the fairy kingdom - ones that have absolutely nothing to do with this world and everything to do with something on the First - he is still, at the end of the day, entirely too prone to being willing to help out. Especially when the quests do come with a tangible reward, and even more so with someone around to help nudge him into being a little more willing to actually assist.

(Not that it had taken much, mind. It rarely does, in the end.)

Still, the trek out into the appropriate location has taken some time, even with the advantages of flight. But they have arrived in the Fairy Kingdom all the same, which leaves but one question.]

I suppose no one mentioned where the creatures in question could be found? Or are we simply meant to remain in readiness until one comes?

[If worst comes to worst he supposes it wouldn't be too hard to track the corrupted magic. But he'd prefer to not have to, either.]

[filikos]

I'm unsure... surely something so large wouldn't be difficult to find?

[All he knows is that the creatures are large and have antlers. He turns, looking around, obviously switching to soul sight to track the aether in the air.]

I think we could do worse than heading in that direction.

[He points, then looks back to Emet-Selch.]

Come, but let us be on our guard.

[His bow at the ready, he starts off in the direction he pointed out, though he's slow enough to wait for Emet-Selch to follow.]

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[Follow Emet-Selch does, his greatsword already slung over his back. It will be easy enough to draw it, should they find themselves under attack and that way he needn't run the risk of it running into anything it should not, while he and Hythlodaeus track their quarry. Plus it's far more awkward to carry that way that Hythlodaeus' own weapons.

Still, he holds himself in readiness all the same.

As it turns out, they don't have to go all that far, before they find themselves faced with a creature that is almost certainly their quarry. A massive, antlered beast that seems to be made of shadow itself. And it doesn't look at all inclined to be friendly.]

Ah. I see why the request, now.

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[orangebrained]

[Urgently—]

Hythlodaeus, we have a problem.

[filikos]

We have?

[Guess who hasn't looked at the quest board yet and doesn't know a thing about the fish?]

What is it?

[orangebrained]

You remember how I said 'what's the worst that can happen'..? It happened.

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[With Hades having offered his transformation to Hythlodaeus even during moments of intimacy, there is no denying that Hythlodaeus knows him more thoroughly than most. Than he would even truly allow most people to know him. And yet, for all that he has no complaints about the addition to their moments of intimacy he cannot deny that it yet bothers him that Hythlodaeus will never know what it is to have such an intimate touch offered to one's innermost self.

Yet he has, finally, come to a potential solution.

And so it is, that in a quiet moment, when he and Hythlodaeus are enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company that he speaks up.]

If there were a way for you to feel as I do, when transformed in moments of intimacy, would that be of interest to you?

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[Resting his head on Emet-Selch's chest, Hythlodaeus glances up at the mention of feeling how it feels to be touched while transformed.]

Oh? Of course... I have often wondered how it feels for you.

[Sitting up, he rolls over on top of Emet-Selch in one fluid motion, sitting on his hips and cocking his head to the side.]

What do you have in mind?

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[Though Hades does take note of where Hythlodaeus is now sitting, it's little more than an idle thing. He would hardly have brought the topic up if he hadn't intended for them to be testing it out in short order. Even if there is yet the matter of mentioning what he had in mind.]

There are means by which a pair of individuals can share their souls. To know each other's thoughts and feelings, as if they were their own.

[It is not a simple spell, not if they mean to maintain their own forms throughout. But it's one Hades knows well enough, given how frequently he was forced to turn to something similar, over the long millennia of his life. It will just need some modification, and that he should be able to manage.]