☆ It's ChocLIT ☆

And here shortly he was!

Busting in the doors with a magnificent flourish, the impeccably dressed and absolutely wasted Iris appeared. He was dressed in all black, from the spotless shoes to the shirt that was curiously unfastened a few extra buttons than usual. It made his lilac locks stand out just that much more, and despite the flush from drink on his kissable cheeks, each strand was exactly where it was supposed to be. There was hardly a time that the man didn't look dazzlingly put together, even when he was being a hot mess.

Blitzed but at least coherent, an easy smile slipped onto his lips before he took a good look around. Hey! He loved chocolate, and someone like him knew how much more useful it could be than just for eating out of a box. Honestly, he wasn't sure how he got conned into it, but there was enough alcohol in his system to make him highly suggestible, so here he was! Ready to get married and deliver some chocolates and something about magic...

Lovely lavender eyes landed on the other male in the room, the one with the adorably droopy wings he wanted to stimulate. Was that weird? Who cared! There was something attractive about the man from behind (of course)...HOLD UP. Iris knew that booty anywhere! The booty he'd searched for after one fateful encounter, but had eluded him for far too long! Iris inhaled somewhat dramatically, but it was genuine in his shock. Identified by butt alone, Iris ran around to look at the face. "Thicctor!" he joyously cried, seemingly on the verge of tears almost. His hands rushed down to the other man's grasping them and raising them between the two as if he'd found his long lost lover...which was actually the case. If only he was more sober.

"I do!" he cried next, motioning for the papers the chocolatier had mentioned earlier. To be honest he'd already forgotten this wasn't a real marriage, which was alarming but romantic at the same time, perhaps. Scribbling his name on the form without a single shred of hesitation, he turned to the angel boy with the lovely silver locks, grinning as if every single thing was right in the universe. Did the cosmic ball of space gas actually understand human marriage? Probably not entirely, but spending the rest of Thicctor's life with him seemed like the only thing he wanted, aside from his real eyes back. "How about you? Will you marry me?" asked the ocular mage just as the minister appeared. Was the minister fake? Real? It didn't matter. This was the best day of this life that he'd never remember!


[460/1000]

Despite the slow brain functions from a night of very heavy drinking, Iris's brain was snapping with static electricity simply at the sight and touch of the long sought lover. "You remembered my name!" Perhaps it was silly, but he couldn't wipe the ecstatic grin from his lips. If sober Iris could see himself, he'd be frowning at his distinct lack of flirty coyness, but he was to darn happy to possibly tone it down. Their fateful night together had been enough to stand above all of his other dalliances, making Beaux the holy grail he thought he may crusade for all his days and never find. It haunted his dreams both sweetly and cruelly, and how the two could fall so hard so fast was a human miracle the collection of space particles could probably never fully understand. The currently purple haired man had loved humans from the moment he saw them, but this particular human reigned supreme and the thought of existing without him was the only physical and emotional pain he didn't enjoy.

Their eyes meeting and locking tighter than an asylum door, the dark mage couldn't get enough of the azure hues curtained by luscious pale lashes. The eyes were always what drew him in first, and what a set this man had. His heart palpitated just considering what magics they held deep within, though he'd never risk removing them. No, that'd be a treasure lost, since the body attached was just as fine. Iris preferred Beaux as the whole package. Don't get him started on that booty! The only thing that would make it better would have been those vicious booty shorts he'd had on when they met. "Thicctor is actually a Beaux? What a twist~" Iris purred in delight, fingers intertwining with his beau Beaux's until the angel stole them away to apply some extra decorations to their outfits for the occasion.

Iris barely registered the minister. It was only by sheer luck he'd kept his lips and hands off the silvery haired beauty before him, instead touching the veil as if the novelty of it was the most amusing thing. Clearly Beaux was all he'd ever dreamed of, an insane level of admiration and love oozing from his ever perfect appearance. Yes, Iris had fallen head over heels for a stripper, and as far as his hammered mind knew, he was marrying the man for realsies. "Oh, Beaux...I love you," he gushed to the angel he'd just learned the real name of, raising his hands to cup each side of the man's jaw. And just as skillfully as any romance movie's leading man, he leaned down to claim the lips of his bride...or groom...whichever, really.

Whoever had the chocolates for them to pass out should probably materialize soon to break this up, or else bring out a camera and at least make some jewel off what was about to go down.

[966/1000]

As he fell to the floor with Beaux, the purest joy Iris had felt in a while warmed him from the toes up. He'd lost track of this beautiful man once, he wasn't about to do it again! His arms curled protectively on each side of the angel, and despite not being innately romantic, he was caught up in a moment of romance. The world melted away and suddenly he had nearly all he wanted out of all humanity. Lingering hints of whatever the pale haired boy had drank mixed with the familiar sweetness that was branded into his memory from the first time they'd encountered each other. The only thing that would've made it better was if his own eyes were present to see it, but that was a battle that continued to wage.

Ugh, the other people in the room were being annoying, though! The lavender haired boy grunted his displeasure at the interruption, but his lover seemed more inclined to heed whatever the words had been. Reluctantly he staggered up off the floor after Beaux. The suave extraterrestrial wasn't usually one to pout, but given just how inebriated he was despite his talent for functioning, he did produce a small one as the chocolatier ruined the mood by being rude. Couldn't she see they had been in the middle of something? Some people paid for this sort of thing!

"Fine. But see if I send you a recording of our honeymoon~" Iris taunted, the amount of sass hinting at his irritation. "It'll be lit, and you just missed your chance." A finger waggle later, he was following the angel with the cart, his usual swagger hiding the drunken stagger in his steps. His hand played lovingly at his husband's (more or less) waist as if all the time between meetings had installed highly attractive magnets between the two mens' skins. Then again, Iris was always handsy.

"Speaking of honeymoon...let's hurry and get to that," he wolfishly grinned, suddenly becoming motivated to get these stupid chocolates delivered...sorta. His expression grew even more impish without warning. "Heh..or...we could keep them and melt them own and--" His suggestion was cut off by beggar children. He frowned in disgust. While he loved humans, children and old people were his least favorites to interact with. At least kids could be cute, but in both cases age affected the size and quality of the eyes, which couldn't keep his attention. "Ey! Go away! Buy them from the chocolate shop once we get there, geez..." he grumbled, his hands palming the kids' faces and shoving them away in various directions into piles of trashbags along the street or into actual trashcans. "GROSS, MISTER!" one small voice echoed from within a half full bin, but Iris only chuckled in dark delight.

Smoothing his shirt back down, as if moving so slightly could have possibly wrinkled it, he turned back to Beaux and the task at hand when he heart a popping noise, then felt something hit him square in the back. "...Ow?" Iris asked in confusion, finding that he hadn't taken too much damage, but it had stung and put a hole in his nice clean shirt! Whirling, he saw a man with what looked like some sort of heart shaped weapon, advancing threateningly. "G-Give me those chocolates!" he cried in desperation, but Iris had no sympathy for the cheap man. Now...what eyes to use on him?


[1555/1000 - WC complete]

"Yeah, I think I'll give him some extra motivation to get his wallet out, if his lady love is so important~" Iris purred to his magnificent boo, quite taken aback by his glorious transformation. Perhaps in a different circumstance he'd have forgotten all about the chocolates and let the thief have them just to take his lover here and now, but alas. It wasn't in the cards. Though the look on his face was far from the image of calm the tone projected, it was clear Iris had become quite serious. His Beautiful Beaux had taken ugly damage from those stupid arrows, all because this man was too cheap to do a holiday about love up right. The would-be thief was ugly too, which didn't help. The space dust being would rather see all the unbeautiful wiped from the earth so it could no longer tarnish the human race, but that was a matter for another day. Right now, he just wanted to get these chocolates where they were supposed to go so he could ravish his husband like he deserved to be.

To go with the dangerous frown on his face, those lovely lilac hues he usually sported switched out with a vivid pair of crimson ones, and soon it became evident why. They began to glow as he trained them on the offender with that annoying heart-shaped bow and arrow? What, did he think himself some sort of cupid? Nah, cupid stood for love, and love wasn't being a cheap butt who couldn't be bothered to spoil a lover. Before the man could recover fully from Beaux's angelic attack, Iris was firing a volley of laser beams from his eyes, and while some missed and caused damage to the surrounding area, some hit home and finished off the scum who dared harm his husband. The bow clattered to the ground and he crumpled, leading a watery eyed Iris to turn to Beaux and symbolically dust off his hands. Wow, those lasers kinda burned!

"Shall we move on?" Iris asked, his smile making a triumphant return as hands came up to wipe at his eyes. "The sooner we finish this, the quicker I can, you know...bandage your wounds~" he chuckled, worrying a bit over the damage his partner had taken. Hopefully it wasn't too bad. If it was, he'd leave this chocolate right here and now to remedy it!

While Beaux might have momentarily mourned his beloved shirt, Iris was more than pleased with the upgrade. Bare was beautiful and he was more than pleased to support his now half naked favorite stripper. The revelation of more flesh only ignited increasingly naughtier thoughts in his buzzed brain, spurring him onward in their task. He was more than happy to be toted along on such a mundane mission if it meant he could get to his reward later. To be honest, if the chaotic "villain" had been any less drunk, he'd have huffed a casual "screw it" to the whole situation, though decidedly more suggestive in one version over the other...

Doing a wonderful job of not appearing physically drunk, his hurried feet only deviated from the straight line every so often, and probably from trying to sneak kisses and touches from the husband he wanted for all of time. However, he was growing impatient. Just how long was the road through town to whoever's shop this was? The details weren't clear in his mind because he'd never absorbed them to begin with. This was just an annoying formality before the good stuff could commence, but Iris could only behave and wait so long! Hadn't their time apart been quite enough waiting? Valentine's Day or not, there was some love to be focusing on here.

Finally his lover cried the most-- no, probably tenth most anticipated exclamation the ocular mage had been dying to hear. They made it! Lavender eyes fell on the colorful awning and candy hued bricks, and somehow his pace quickened even more. This was the finish line! If they could just get the cart inside, he and the angel could rush off into newlywed bliss. He had some wounds to tend while hopefully Beaux caused him some delicious ones of his own--

The thought was interrupted by a clang and the weight of his winged babe in his arms. Beaux's question was met by what was dangerously close to a pissed off Iris's voice. "Someone who's about to have a very bad day," he quipped, eyes darting around for the source.

"I!"

The lone emphatic syllable rang and bounced off the closely build structures, obscuring the location. Somehow another red projectile was lobbed, seemingly bending impossibly around obstacles to whiz passed both men's faces.

"HATE!"

Oh, so this was a manifesto. There was a rustling from the left, which Iris turned his head toward. Putting Beaux down and standing protectively in front of the hammered angel, the dark mage waited for the last foe to appear.

"LOOOOOOOOVE!"

A battle cry as the boss appeared! Despite his large size, a behemoth of a man jumped down from a building above, volleying a barrage of broken hearted knives at them. Iris was a shallow man. It was no secret. Even as his red eyes retook their places in his sockets and turned him into a human shield bathed in a red-laser glow of protection, his face cringed with displeasure. Behemoth made it sound like the man was a luchador or some sort of strongman. No, this was someone Iris was certain no one could possibly love. It was like white glue paste and a human bouncy ball had a child and forced it to wear mandles with socks and button up dragon-print shirts. Was that a mullet he spied? Clearly affirmed by his proclamation earlier, this poor, hideous soul had never felt the amorous touch of another human being, and this blamed it all on the cruel mistress, Lady Love.

"I hardly think love is to blame for your loneliness, oof," Iris groaned, unable to take looking at this disgusting example of a person any longer. Bending around Beaux to give the cart a push through the chocolate shoppe's doors, he turned back to the enraged ball of flesh. And thus, the dance finale was upon them.

As ugly over there fancied himself some sort of ninja and began running sideways with his arms flailing behind his back, the ocular mage decided to change things up. This was supposed to introduce a thing where you marry someone and can use one of their spells, right? Well, for all this enemy's ugly, wouldn't Iris make one dang sexy angel? Keeping his eyes on uggo, the lilac haired man reached out with his mind and mana and felt for whatever magic Beaux might have...and surprisingly he felt it give into him easily. "Wings of Nosoi," he whispered, his own lovely shirt being torn to shreds as gorgeous wings of deep obsidian manifested and stretched gloriously from his back. Strength rushed through him as they flapped, and though they felt sinister and dark, they were absolutely stunning.

Before Iris could get too wrapped up in the beauty of his borrowed appendages, Mr. Anti-Love stopped his ridiculous running and produced more broken heart knives between his fingers. Just as he threw them, Iris's wings flapped harshly forward and unleashed a hellacious flurry of blade feathers at the Valentine's Day Hater, and it seemed they would trade attacks. His own feathers downed most of the blades thrown, though one did sneak through and lodge shallowly in his abdomen. The pain sent a quiver up his spine, but the dizziness that followed was rather unwelcome. Now he staggered like the drunk he was, growing a bit bewildered. Did he take down the foe? Was Beaux alright? And what was that stampede sound?

Even though his mind was muddled by the knife's effect and too much drink, Iris did manage to feel overwhelming panic. Not because there was a blade sticking out of him, no, that wasn't the most unwelcome feeling for the masochistic man. Instead it was that the crowd trampling them. Not for his own sake, since he enjoyed a nice trampling, but for his precious angel Beaux who probably did not. He could hear the vocalizations of pain and fear as his name was called, and he called his husband's in return. His body wasn't responding to his commands, even as the silky black wings receded and left him normal once more. They clung to each other as long as they could, but frenzied last minute Valentine's Day shoppers would prove much to strong, selfish feet and rude elbows prying them apart like a nail from a plank and flinging them in different directions! Iris was sure he felt his heart breaking in ways he didn't know it could, as an intense but futile "Beaux!" echoed out over the crowd.

Somehow he was sent tumbling, or maybe he eventually got to his feet and just lacked any sort of sense of balance, orientation, and direction. However the movement happened, despite his best efforts to get back to the last place he saw his silver haired saint he desperately wanted to save, the cruelty of fate carried him further away into a foreboding dark alley in the opposite direction. It was here the amethyst man succumbed to his current state, the darkness and forgetfulness rising up to wrap his mind in its own caring embrace in celebration of the holiday for love. Whenever he eventually awoke from being literally passed out in a drain pipe, the blissful moments with his love would simply feel like a fuzzy, wonderful dream with pieces missing. Prince Charming would be clutching only pieces of the puzzle he still longed to solve, only possessing a lingering hint that his true love's name started with a 'Buh' sound and a pristine ivory feather to serve as the glass slipper left behind.

[wc far exceeded/ all enemies defeated/ the end]