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"If you're hearing this then I can't be fucked answering right now or some other shit-covered fuckwich is going down on this boat so I'll get back to you when the fuck I can!"

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[The door to Blitzø's cabin looks like a typical shitty apartment door. Inside is pretty much exactly a shitty apartment. The door marked "Loona's room" does not open when tried and it appears that Blitzø himself sleeps on the couch. The walls are covered with images and drawings of horses, however every picture of Blitzø has his face scribbled over.]

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"Mm? Yes. I assume he was poking around the ship, just - pushing at random doors? We chatted for a while, I told him a little about where he is."

"No I mean... you said he looked familiar, so have you seen him somewhere else?" He doesn't realise what Astarion is implying, despite the fact it's literally right in front of his face.

Astarion just blinks at him for a moment.

"The resemblance is right here, darling," he says, gesturing at his own face. "Pale skin, white hair, red eyes..?"

Blitzø stares at him, then looks him up and down again, like he's just seeing him properly for the first time.

"Satan's ass you mean he looks like you? I mean I guess? I've only seen his human form once. Guess I wasn't thinking about it."

But he is now.

Ah, so he's not being used as a substitute! That's...nice, probably.

"Only once? Given all the 'hello, fellow humans' talk, I did suppose he didn't venture out into the mortal plane too often."

"Only once when I was there, I guess." He shrugs and continues to pick up one of the bottles, sniffing at it and, as the alcohol immediately makes his eyes water, he takes a healthy swig right from the bottle.

"I mean he might have before but when I saw it we were trying to find his missing daughter." He eyes Astarion again now.

"...did you think I only came onto you cause you look the same?"

"As memory serves, darling, it was me coming onto you, for the most part."

He shrugs with one shoulder.

"...The thought crossed my mind. It wouldn't have bothered me."

"Hah! No that was you accepting me coming onto you, I'd been making passed for ages and you kept shutting me down." He grins, looking undeniably smug because this topic? Much easier.

"Fuck that, I don't do rebounds that look like exes or any of that weird replacement shit. I agreed to fuck you because you're fucking hot and you, you know. Fun."

Another swig from the bottle. "And you act all smug but you don't seem to really treat many people like shit far as I can tell."

Astarion shrugs and takes a gulp from his own bottle.

"I don't see the point. If people annoy me, I'd much prefer to just stay out of their way."

"See? What's not to fucking like?"

Blitzø tries a smile that looks forced and swirls the contents of the bottle around. He's tempted to just finish the whole thing but he doesn't want Astarion feeling like he has to share.

"Besides, it doesn't fucking matter. Stolas and I are done anyway. Not that there was a 'Stolas and I' really anyway but... oh who fucking cares. It's over. He won't even look at me again anyway."

"You seem to fucking care," Astarion says levelly. "Quite a lot, actually. Do you want there to be a 'Stolas and I'?"

He asked something similar earlier but didn't get a response, really.

Because it's a question Blitzø can't bring himself to answer even to himself, and he's definitely not drunk enough to get into it with Astarion now. So he rolls his eyes and drinks half the bottle, coming up for air again as his eyes start watering and he's wheezing from it.

"It doesn't matter. He said he was done with our deal, so it's over."

"Suit yourself, darling. Certainly, there's no reason to suspect he sees this as an unwanted obligation on your part that he's releasing you from," Astarion says briskly. "As you say: over."

"See? You get it!" Blitzø agrees, completely missing any subtlety Astarion might have been aiming for.

"Whatever, it'll probably be better this way anyway. Just another puss on this boat to have some fun with if he gets the craving again, and that's just fine with me. And speaking of having fuuuun~"

Blitzø ~~stumbles~~ slips on over to Astarion and drags his tail up the vampire's thigh. "Why don't we stop talking and focus on other things?"

Astarion makes an amused, incredulous little sound, reaching out to slide a hand over his arm.

"No pun intended, pet, but are you sure you're up for it?"

He's got nothing against drunk rebound sex, but he's not going to participate in anything that Blitzø might throw up and pass out in the middle of.

"I'm fiiiiine," he answers with an exaggerated eyeroll. "I haven't even finished the bottle yet and I've definitely been drunker than this and gotten laid before. Besides, if I can always just eat you out if you're worried I can't get it up."

"Far be it from me to make assumptions about your physiology," he murmurs, and beckons him closer. "Come here, darling."

Blitzø grins and sets the bottle down out of the way, his next goal to lift Astarion up bodily if the vampire lets him.

He does, albeit with a little shocked sound.

"...I keep forgetting how strong you are," he admits. "I'm used to the strongest devils I've encountered having muscles on their muscles."

"It's fucking worth it, getting to surprise you like this." The hardest part is just making sure he doesn't drag some part of Astarion on the ground, but the bed isn't far and it's easy to toss him onto it.

"Now I'm gonna see how long it takes to get you to scream your voice out."

Astarion laughs as he splays himself out comfortably, propping his body up on his elbows, but there's no mockery there.

"I'm not sure how long you have, darling."

"Oh it's a fucking challenge, is it?" His tail flicks back and forth and Blitzø nudges Astarion's legs open enough to drag a claw up the inside of his thigh.

"I get you off as many times as it takes to make your legs give out and you have to get me something fun next time this boat stops somewhere good. I fail and I'll get you something to make it up to you. Deal?"

Either way they'd have fun trying.

"Deal," Astarion murmurs, legs parting a little wider for him.

He's not thinking about it, but since the tadpole arrested his healing abilities (and stamina) somewhat, this might be easier for one imp than he's anticipating.

"Do your worst, why don't you?"

"Oh I fucking plan on it~" he purrs, his claw dragging further up the inside of Astarion's thigh until he can palm the vampire's cock through his pants. He knows better than to rip off Astarion's clothing now, but that doesn't stop him from dropping his head to nip at his hips through his clothing, teeth sharp enough to still be felt despite the layers.

Astarion's breath huffs out softly, his cock twitching under Blitzø's touch. For as much as he's been drinking, he seems remarkably focused when he's got something (someone?) to do.

"Mm. That's - that's good," he murmurs, arching a little.

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