Love of Two (Gumdrop x Zanabane)

[PrincessGumdrop]

Akira was rushing home, he was late. And if he was late home it meant that dinner would be late. If dinner was late, it meant that there would be bruises for the next day at work that he would have to cover. He bit his bottom lip and did his best to open the door and rush into the house. Akira could already feel himself tensing at the thought about what was going to happen. He rushed into the kitchen, throwing off his jacket and letting it fall onto the couch in the living room as he grabbed the apron on the hook and threw it onto himself, turning the stove up as high as he could get it.

 

He glanced over to the clock on the microwave and sighed, perhaps he could get it close enough that his love wouldn't care. He placed the meat in the pan and then turned to get the table set for the both of them. He eyed the table before hurrying back over to the meat and was still cooking it when the clock changed over to 6 pm. He was late. He looked down at the meat, it would be another ten minutes before everything was finished.

 

"I'm sorry!" he said, without really looking to even see if his love was in the room. He just had that feeling that he was. "Things were running a little late at work and I just couldn't get here fast enough, I promise that this will only take a few more moments. Please just be patient." he asked. He glanced over to the man he feared the most but also loved the most. Akira's dark eyes were filled with a mixture of that love and fear for the other man. Akira wasn't a very strong looking man. He was slight in frame and in attitude. Before he had met his boyfriend his skin had been flawless, now it was riddled with scars and bruises. He had even grown out his hair so as to hide the bruises to his neck better. He had taken to wearing long sleeve shirts and never wore shorts, only pants so that no one would see how he was treated.

 

When he was home though, he was often forced to wear revealing clothes, showing off his boyfriends handy work. It was something that he loved more than anything, to see Akira marked. Akira new this, which is why he had taken off his jacket. He tensed thinking about his jacket. He left his jacket on the couch, he hadn't hung it up. He bit his lip, the only portion of his body that only had self inflicted wounds on it. He was constantly biting his lip and had caused it to bleed on more than one occasion. Luckily, it was explained away as a nervous habit.