One More Kiss (Snoopycake x Eornostlice)

[Snoopycake]

Pulling his head up roughly to look at him, the older man stared down at his blankly; holding the other man’s head in place with his much stronger hands. Flickering his eyesight out of the window to stare down at the street below, the grey-eyed man connected his eyesight with the lilac eyed man through the window; staring at him for a while. Giving him a disturbing smile, the handsome looking man leant forward to pull the small man in his arms into a deep, long kiss purposely in front of the blonde haired man.

 

Feeling the blue-eyed man become limp in his arms, the older man didn’t seem to care; continuing to the kiss for a long while. When he finally pulled away, the grey-eyed man pulled the cheap curtains across the window to block his view. Bursting into tears again, the beautiful boy snuggled to remove himself from the older man's grip; screaming for him to let him go. Painfully wrapping his large hands around his neck, the dark brown haired boy squeezed the body part to stop the screaming; pulling him towards the bedroom.

 

“You are so much prettier when your unconscious Mitya.”

 

It didn’t take long for the feminine looking boy to see black.

 

****

 

Breathing in the cheap tobacco, the older Russian walked down the street with one hand in his pocket and the other holding the fag. He was planning on visiting his brother due to the recent news of Adam coming home and wanting to make sure he was okay. However, when he was viewed with the familiar blonde haired man that stood outside of his little brother’s house, he paused.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The blonde's tears actually gushed out at the sight of the kiss. He was done. The two were out of his sight and it was all over. This was seriously happening. This was seriously happening right? He crouched down, no longer wishing to stay there but his legs simply turning weak, way too weat to be used and he sniffed into his arms, trying to wipe away the tears that just would not cease.

 

It was too much. He felt helpless and hopeless. He wanted to find some excuse, any excuse at all for what he was seeing but he seriously could make up none. Perhaps he was not thinking straight enough to see what else was happening. Perhaps.

 

Or perhaps he just wanted some sort of hope. But at the moment, he was bot sure what was hurting most. His heart or the singing of his cheek in the cold air. Just like a child he hugged his knees, sobbing.

[Snoopycake]

Watching the scene unfold, the older Russian immediately understood what was happening. Walking over to the blonde haired man, the older brother stared at the younger man before standing in front of him; staring down at the smaller man sitting by the stairs. Noticing the slight handprint across the violet-eyed man’s cheek, Albert decided not to press it; blowing out the grey clouds into the air.

 

Letting out a short sigh, the black haired boy leant down to grab him by his arm; pulling him up to stand. “Alright. C’mon kid, let’s go get a coffee.” Once he was sure that the blonde haired man would follow him, the navy-blue eyed boy let go of him; turning around to walk down the streets.

 

Making a few short cuts down the narrow streets, the taller man led him towards a small coffee shop on the high-street that sold him free coffee due to an issue he didn’t want to think about. Walking inside of the shop, the black haired man took him towards a booth in the corner; sitting down before getting the intention of the waitress. “Two coffee’s please sweetheart.”

 

Once ordering the drink, the older Russian looked over at the younger man; resting his cheek on his palm before speaking up. “Ask away.”

[Guest Eornostlice]

Mauri did not really have the strength to resist being pulled up. At this point his head was full of even more questions, not being able to understand anything at all. He did not get who the fuck was that man and did not get why he was helped by the elder brother- for all he knew he was not being liked. At all. Their relationship was nothing sort of pleasant and hours ago he had basically threatened him in exchange of information.

 

But he truly was too tired to argue. He looked down, not metting the man's eyes. There was a lot of frickin questions that he had. A LOT of them, but he was not sure if he even wanted the answer. The model had to stop his nasty sobbing first. With his sleeve, the tears were wiped off and his nose as well, not even caring that he was seen in such a state.

 

"Who that fuck is that guy and why is Dmitri hugging and kissing him?" The question came out easier than expected, way too easy and it only made him more aware of what he had seen. That actually happened. He felt as pathetic as an abandoned puppy that had been kicked twice, with no willpower to get up, only trembling. Patheic indeed.

[Snoopycake]

Smiling up as the waitress brought over the coffee, the older Russian picked up his own before looking back at the younger man. “Alright kid. Let’s start with a little story so we can go on from there."

 

Blowing softly on the cup cradled in his hands, the older brother paused to look up at the peeling paint that covered the walls with dead eyes. " ... it was weird ... At the beginning I mean, He was about 33 and met Dmitri in the strip club he was working in. When Ptiska came home go me, he rambled on about this guy that didn't treat him like a stripper but more as glass. Never asking to touch nor dance for him ... Just bought him in the VIP section to chat due to being lonely apparently. Only a few weeks later, Ptiska came to tell me that he had quit his job as Adam was going to be supporting him from now on. I should have stopped it there but he looked so happy and in love, so I didn't press too hard against it. That was my first mistake. After a good couple of months, Ptiska seemed as if he was on cloud-nine; almost spending all his time with Adam. The other man would shower him with gifts, holidays and money. Due to Dmitri wishing to keep his apartment, Adam showered the place with gifts tone. Month 6, I would see Dmitri with purple marks around his neck; when he questioned the bruises, Ptiska would flush red and call them love bites. ... That was my second mistake ... Around month 8, Dmitri came to my apartment covered head to toe in some others blood. It looked like something off Carrie ... After a huge fight with him he finally told me that Adam had told him to do it and the man deserved to die, Just as I was about to leave to kill the other man, Ptiska told me what he would kill himself if I did anything ... I don't think you understand what it's like for your little brother to threaten you with a gun pressed against the side of his head ... I let it go ... 3rd Mistake ... Dmitri got worse, he killed more and more people until finally, the older man asked him to kill me ... Dmitri told me that he said no ... Adam put him in a coma."

 

Lifting the hot mug up to sip the tea, the older Russian took a deep breath before speaking. "Yet again, Dmitri threatened to kill himself if the guys or I rat him out to the cops ... Less than a month later, Ptiska came to me crying saying that Adam had packed up his things and left for London with his fiancé ... It took about 2 years until Ptiska was stable again. We paid for therapy and then we found out about his condition ... It seemed that Adam realised way before we did; using that against him."

[Guest Eornostlice]

The more he listened the more he sobered up, his face looking darker and darker with each word. He felt need to throw up all that he ate during the day. The more he thought about it the sicker he felt. By the time Albert had finished his speech, he was boiling with rage. Whatever he had seen became purely irrelevant, the same being said about the things that happened with his father.

 

He stood up abrupty, his eyes looking somewhat bloodthirsty if that was an actual way to describe someone, his entire skin breaking into goosebumps. He did not say thank you for anything, only pulling out of his pocket a 100$ bill, not giving it a second glance and not even caring what he pulled out. It was simply payment for the coffee.

 

He just took off. Once more, he ran with all his might, not wanting to waste another moment, breaking out in sweat by the time that he reached Dmitri's door once more. No. He did not want to see that smile vanish. Not again. This time he did not fool around. Turning his phone on and calling the cops for the first time in his life, denouncing rape. Wether he was right or wrong he did not care. It did not matter.

 

He slammed his shoulder into the door repatedly, trying to breath. He was not going to let that slide. At the fourth push the door gave out and he let himself in, looking like a mess. He scanned the place, breathing heavily, going straight for the bedroom.

[Snoopycake]

Hearing the door get slammed in, the grey-eyed man paused his actions to look up at the door; glad he didn’t have the time to fuck the smaller man. Giving a large hit against the pretty boy’s stomach, the dark brown haired man quickly got the other man conscious before kissing him again. “See you soon Mitya.” Opening the smaller man’s back window, the attractive man slipped out of the window to climb down a few stories from the fire escape; on the phone to his driver. “Now.” Jumping down the last meter, it didn’t take long for the sleek black car to drive behind him. This whole thing was planned of course. He knew that at some time either Mauri, Dean or Albert would come through the door. Driving away, the older man looked out of the re-view mirror; smiling at finally being at home with the blue eyed man.

 

***

 

Opening his eyes weakly, the raven-haired boy’s stomach throbbed in pain as he sat up weakly. Staring at the open door, the beautiful boy didn’t look over as he heard his bedroom door open; letting out a shaky breath. He knew that he looked a mess and that he was going to have a good couple of bruises on him; his sight never leaving his window.

[Guest Eornostlice]

His shoulder throbbed in pain and he did catch only a glimpse of the man slipping though the window and he grit his teeth. If only he had been smart enough to call the police right at the sight of the man though the window. He would have been caught. But again, it was not the right timing for that either way. Violet eyes were not leaving the small body on the bed. The mans's breathing was ragged and truly, his heart clenched. He had been right. The disgusting man's disappearance proved exactly that.

 

With now slower but steadier steps he made his way to Dmitri, unhesistantly wrapping his arms tightly around the hurt body. The blonde's thought were focused om Albert's story and perhaps for the first time in his life he felt fear. Not fear that Dmitri could kill so easily, it was fear that he would stop being myself, used as a pawn by a socyopath. It somehow reminded him of the sudden switch during the photoshoot three months ago. The man appeared to be a completely other person. He did not even attempt to speak, just holding the blue eyed man as close as possible. He did not even know what to say. He was just relieved perhaps. Relieved that he made it in time. Actually he did have a fair idea of what he needed to do.

 

"Dmitri... are you hurt? Sorry babe. I am so late." He struggled to speak, not wishing to let go. Nothing happened right? "You're alright now. It's alright. I am sorry I let you get hurt." The words just slipped out of his mouth. Gods he wanted the man safe.

 

He had to move out. No matter what, he simply needed to get the hell out of that apartament.

[Snoopycake]

Looking at the handsome man that wrapped his arms around him, the beautiful boy kept a straight face; not speaking up. He felt no emotions. Nothing. It was as if all his jumping personas got hauled, leaving him with nothing left. However the creeping feeling of slightly familiar emotions began to speak up in his brain. Listening to the boy talk, the delicate looking boy didn't hug him back; continuing to be unresponsive. As if a flick of a switch, the beaten up boy crawled over to sit on the other mans lap; cupping his head with his palms.

 

"You love me don't you?"

 

The pretty boy questioned, pressing a un-passionate kiss on the other mans lips; staring down at him with dead, unblinkable eyes.

 

"Would you do anything for me?"

 

***

 

Watching the smaller man leave with wide eyes, the older Russian frowned at his sudden flip and fleeing the coffee shop. Once finishing his own coffee, the older brother moved on to drink the lilac eyed man's untouched one. He was not a man of waste after all. Opening his phone to call Dean, the navy-eyed man stood up from the booth; happily taking the $100 bill without any feeling of guilt.

 

Walking out onto the streets, the black haired man pulled his coat further over his body before speaking up as Dean picked up the phone.

 

"Meet me at Ptiska's? His hot-headed boyfriend has left in a hurry to his apartment. Gotta check if I he is ok."

 

"Sure. On my way now."

[Guest Eornostlice]

His heart shuddered at the cold emotionless response he had gotten. Something insid eof him simply warned him that the onr in front of him was not the Dmitri he knew. There was no smile and there was no pain. It was painful to look at but he did not hesistate. The model simply held the smaller body, allowing him to do exactly as he wished, even if he seemed to be on auto-pilot rather than thinking about anything at all.

 

It was the same question as three months ago, the very same but it also felt somewhat different. A sad smile spread on the younder man's lips. Back then he honestly did not know the answer to the second part of the question. But now, now he actually was aware of what his own feelings were, especially in his current situation- sweaty and with a hurt shoulder, a handprint still on his face but begining to fade away and the dull ache in his heart due to non-physical reasons.

 

The blonde placed a kiss on the raven's forehead violet eyes staring down in blue ones up close, finally preasing their foreheads together in an affectionate gesture. He wanted the light to come back, no matter what.

 

"Yes Dmitri. I love you and yes. I would do anything for you, lyubov moya. I am sure I would."

[Snoopycake]

Staring at the other man straight in the eye, the delicate looking boy hooded his eyes slightly; a dull grey glaze spread across his eyes as he didn't move. Continuing to listen to the other mans reply, the beautiful boy watched the handsome man; still unresponsive to his small smile. His whole body began to feel quite fuzzy as he let his mouth fall slightly; sitting with a straight back on the other mans lap. His eye twitched ever so slightly as the loving gesture of placing their heads together was presented to him, listening to the other mans soft words, Leaning up so his head became higher than the blonde haired mans whilst still linking their heads together, the pretty boy only pressed his own forehead harder into the other mans; keeping their eye contact. Changing the loving action into something threatening, the unresponsive boy spoke up.

 

"Anything? Would you kill yourself for me?" The raven haired boy started to question; keeping his voice low and monotone. "If I told you to buy me a new pair of shoes, would you?"

 

"If I told you to kill a man who was a high-level child rapist; would you?"

 

"If I told you to kill a man who only touched my ass on the train, would you?"

 

"If I told you to kill a completely innocent man with a family, for no reason at all, would you?"

 

"If I tolde you to kill your friends, would you?"

 

"If I told you to kill your family, would you?"

 

Feeling his pupils dilate, the feminine looking boy's grip on the other man only tightened as he spoke; still unable to show any emotion on his broken face.

 

"You said you would do anything for me, right?"

[Guest Eornostlice]

Even those type of questions did not scare the youger man off. Afterall, he was convinced that Dmitri was not going to harm him, despite the threatening atmosphere. His expression did not change in the slightest. What the raven probably needed was a safe spot, some sort of assurance and from what he understood from Albert, it was all that man's fault. That man would need to pay for what he had done. No. He was definitely going to pay for hurting Dmitri and bringing him to such condition.

 

The blonde removed the blue-eyed boy's hands from his face gently, placing them on his neck- the place where he had plenty of love bites. He was not going to back down.

 

"Yes beautiful. I would. But you wouldn't ask me to." His voice was kept just as gentle as his actions. He truly could not be scared. "But if you want to ask me to kill myself, I would like you to do it yourself. Your hands are on my neck so it would be easy. I am not afraid."

 

Perhaps if he did not hear everything from the older brother, he would have been indeed scared shitless at this point. Perhaps he was somewhat in shock and that was why he could keep calm. He did not know but his mind simply did not allow him to freak out, even when such words were leaving his lips.

 

"I love you Dmitri." The model kept his hands on top of the soft smaller ones, his smile stuck in place. The scary part was him being able of honestly believing his words after knowing the man on his lap for about three months, with only 2 days spent together.

[Snoopycake]

Staring at the other man as he spoke, the beautiful boy paused for a few moments; letting the blonde haired man move his hands to his neck. Feeling the corner of his mouth twitch slightly, the delicate looking boy moved up to kneel over the handsome man below him; keeping his hands wrapped around his neck. The corners of his mouth slowly twisting into a creepy smile, the pretty boy immediately shoved the other man down to lay down on the bed using the force in his hands to do so.

 

Bursting out laughing, the psychotic boy threw his head back; unable to help himself as he tightened his grip around his neck. Snapping his head down to give the other man a nauseatingly, distrusting large smile, Dmitri continuously laughed as he began to talk. "Your such a fucking idiot. Did Albert start dripping lies into you? You actually believed him? Your just as naive. Of course I made some bull shit to stir him away. You know nothing about me. It's hilarious."

 

"You think Adam made me like this? Please, although it's only one part of me; it's not something that Adam started. I've wanted to do this shit all my life. Adams not the sociopath. I am. I'm the one that turned him that way. Not the other way around."

 

Burying his nails in the other mans throat, the beautiful boy never dropped his smile; only tilting his head to the side, almost touching his shoulder, to stare down at the other.

 

"This is me Maur. All of me. Not some little fairy that came into your life like a movie. This[/i} is me."

 

"Did Al tell you the story that he put me in a coma because I would kill him?" Laughing again, the pretty boy never dropped his creepy smile; only letting it spread wider. "Don't believe anything that he tells you sweetie, I begged him to. He made me kill people? Please. They are under the floorboards in his old house."

 

"Trust no one Mauri. No one."

[Guest Eornostlice]

The blonde visibly winced in pain at the nails digging into his flesh- it was a terrible feeling, combined to the throbbing of his shoulder which was surely bruised from bursting the door open, he could not help but narrow his eyes. It was a feeling of dread that spread throughout his body, he did not know the person in front of him. Sure, he would have had more than enough strength to overpower the smaller man but he was afraid of hurting him even further. He looked beat up afterall.

 

"You are hurting me, babe." He replied softly, not commenting at all on the boy's entire speech. It would be a lie if he were to say fear did not start seeping through. It was certainly there and his fast-beating heart was confirming it. But even so, stubborness alone was keeping him in place.

 

Never before did he think he would get in such a situation and not even now did he understand much. His hands were slightly trembling but his gaze did not leave the other's face.

 

"What about you? Do you want me to stay? To leave? To kill me? Do you love me? Which is it? Make me understand." More than anything he probably needed answers. Funny. Asking such questions in such a situation was probably one thing he would not believe himself capable of doing in normal circustances. It was surely the adrenaline rush that kept him that way, still collected.

[Snoopycake]

Feeling his anger and roughness fade away from him, the beautiful boy's disturbing smile slowly fell back into back into his blank facade. Loosening his grip around the other mans neck slightly, the fragile looking boy began to collect tears in his eyes; still staring down at him with a expressionless face. Letting tears drop into the handsome mans face below, the pretty boy didn't bother trying to stop them; letting them flow one by one. Parting his bruised mouth to speak, the feminine looking boy's voice became quieter.

 

"This is who I am Maur. One minute I'm buying a stuffed toy and then I'm wrapping up dead body's in bed sheets. Im not who you think I am ... I wish I was."

 

Retrieving a small pocket knife from his back pocket whilst letting one hand free from being wrapped around the blonde haired mans neck, the beautiful boy flicked it open before pressing the handle into the other mans hands; making sure he was holding it.

 

"... You told me you would do anything for me. You told me you would kill for me. Well kill me. I want you to kill me. Look, I will help you."

 

The pretty boy spoke as he let both of his hands wrap around the younger mans larger ones.

 

"I want a slow death."

 

Pulling the knife towards his stomach, the blue eyed boy started to push the weapon into his bony chest; feeling the tip of the blade sink in.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Fear forming into anger, it seemed that he would not be allowed off the rollercoaster of emotions so soon. The moment that the blade slowly pierced the skin was the exact moment when he yanked the pocket knife back, throwing it on the floor. It had gone too far, it was too much and he was fucking angry at this point. He could put up with the creepy smile, with the threats and fear, he managed to keep holding the man's hand under the threat of a gun. But this? This was something he absolutely fucking refused.

 

Grabbing both of the smaller boy's wrists and flipping them over, pinning him down on the worn out bed with a deep angry frown and gritting his teeth, keeping him in place but not sitting down on his tummy. Unlike Dmitri, who clearly had neglected eating weakening his body, the model had kept his routine, at least during daytime, not skipping gym and properly eating, mostly due to his career. He had more than enough confidence that he could keep the older man in place, safe from himself.

 

"Don't fuck with me." He was angry. Too angry.

 

"I said I would do anything for you, not to you. So don't fuck with me Dmitri. Listen up here babe."

 

He could not seem to stop his voice from raising and he felt like he was about to cry.

 

"I WANT YOU IN ONE FUCKING PIECE." That came out way harsher than it should have. "That is the one fucking reason why I would do fucking anything for you, little shit. DO YOU EVEN FUCKING UNDERSTAND WHAT ME BEING IN LOVE WITH YOU MEANS? Die? Oh so you are fucked up in the head so want a way out. Please for the love of gods, fuck that shit before you get me fucking angry." Not that it wasn't already too late. "SO LISTEN THE FUCK UP. You, are going to fucking live, let me fucking hug you right now, and fucking stick with me. Do you fucking get it?"

 

He was breathing heavily at this point, not moved in the least by the tears he had seen before.

 

"You said you love me yes? Do you fucking know what you have just asked me to do? Are you taking me for a fucking joke?" His own tears started dripping out of the corners of his eyes. "Would you be able to watch me stab myself? You'd like it? That is your fucking idea of love, you dimwit?"

 

His voice was breaking, his grip losing its strength. "You are coming with me to the hospital. FUCKING NOW DMITRI. You are fucking hurt and I don't give a fuck about your criminal record. I'll see to it. Do you fucking get it?"

[Snoopycake]

Whimpering as his promise for death slipped away, the beautiful boy let himself be pinned by the stronger man; freely letting tears fall from his eyes. Staring wide eyed up at the blonde haired man, the pretty boy began to sob after the other man stopped talking; crying his heart out. Trying to hide his face as he sobbed, the delicate looking boy felt his emotional 'persona' being to take over as he replied weakly. " ..... S-S-Stop shouting a-at m-me." The older man hiccuped; burying his face into the mattress they where currently on. Struggling as if trying to reach for the knife again, the feminine looking boy

 

"Y-You don't get it ... W-What it's like to have p-part of you like S-Satan. B-BUT THAT IS ME. I-It's not some faze, i-it's not a curse that a-a therapist c-can solve. It's me. ... I-I don't want to hurt a-anymore people but in the e-end I know I will! So yeah I w-want to fucking die because I'm done. W-W-We are going to lie to each other until the day I wake up to your corps. I DONT EVEN TRUST MYSELF. P-Please let me die, p-please let me die."

 

" ... E-Euthanasia." The blue eyed boy sobbed as he spoke up again. "I-If you truly loved m-me then you wouldn't let me be in p-pain. Y-You would do anything to m-make me happy. I-I can't b-be happy living Maur, y-you don't understand t-that. W-Why should I be the one t-to live? What about the p-people that I have t-taken away from this w-world? I destroyed the people t-that were close to them l-lives. I-I should be h-here."

 

Weakly trying to shove the larger man off him, the beautiful boy wished that he didn't become even more frail over the 3 months; his tears never stopping.

[Guest Eornostlice]

No matter what, the blonde was determined to keep Dmitri in place, no matter what. He was a danger to himself and truly the model did not care one bit about what he had to say about it and how he was trying to justify his urge. There was simply no way in fucking hell he could allow anything to happen to Dmitri so despite the struggling he did not let go at all. In a sense, it was simply a relief to see that blank expression fall apart. That terrifying lack of emotions was scary.

 

"I don't care about any of that Dmitri. At all. I just want you to be alright! I will control it. I will stop you from further killing! If you wanted so badly to kill me, why did you fucking loosen my grip on my neck the moment I said it hurts?" He did try to lower his voice, realizing he had been yelling and it was the last thing that the blue eyed boy needed when he was on the verge of falling apart.

 

Instead, still not letting go, he leaned in, giving the man a short peck on his lips. "I am telling you it will be alright. I am fucking here ok? From now on it will be alright, do give me an ounce of trust here. I've been threatened with a gun and strangled yet I am still here alright? I am neither leaving nor am I dying. I am one peristent fucker. If one day you wake up next to my corpse then you can think of suicide. But it won't happen Dmitri. I promise you that much. Do you understand me? Can you?"

 

He let out a shaky breath, unable to free his hand and wipe his tears. "What good will your death do? It won't fucking bring back anyone at all. You will just be leaving people behind! Your family? Do you fucking understand how much those people care about you? And me. You are not fucking alone to take such decision. So please, for the love of Gods, give that idea up. I won't let you harm yourself. Ever." Another kiss was pressed down onto his lips, just as sweet and short as the previous one. He wanted to hug him but he was set on not releasing the smaller man until he was at least somewhat calm, just letting their tears fall.

[Snoopycake]

Staring up at the blonde haired man through his thick, wet lashes, the beautiful boy listened dumbly as the younger man talked; his hands grasping onto the fabric of the mans tee-shirt. Weakly leaning into the handsome mans touch, the pretty boy moved his body closer to him; his lip quivering as he tried to hold back the rest of his tears.

 

He didn't understand how to reply, only letting out a small, "O-Okay ... I-I'm sorry ... " Melting into the sparce kisses, the raven haired boy selfishly excepted the loving gesture; his heart already fluttering from the younger mans words. " ... I-I love you Maur."

 

Flickering his eyesight down to stare down at his scattered bruises, the broken looking boy brushed his fingers over the dark marks. It was weird. When he was in his 'normal' persona, his bruises made him want to cry, however when he was on the opposite end of the spectrum; the blue eyed boy adored the marks that covered his body.

 

He beat him a lot. Most of the time it was Dmitri's psychotic persona that begged him to do it, however sometimes he begged for the opposite. Either he was stupid or didn't care, Adam still continued to do so; leaving him on the ground when he realized that the smaller boy was crying in pain; only to come back to apologize the next day.

 

The grey-eyed man was confusing. But Dmitri guessed it was his own fault for turning him into a man he was not. He was highly manipulating when he wants to be.

[Guest Eornostlice]

"Thank you. I love you too." Only then did the blonde finally let out a sigh of relief, feeling exhausted. All he wanted was to over on the mattress, pulling the smaller body into his arms lovingly in a protective kind of wrap. All that mattered at the moment was to keep him safe from everything. There was plenty that truly thicked Mauri off as well. Despite his call to the police, no one came. It was most likely due to the adress being what it was but it was making him truly angry.

 

He finally wiped the man's face with his hand gently, removing any trace of tears, before using his sleeve to similarly wipe his face clean. It was too much of a day for crying truly, for them both. They had cried in the morning and the night ended up with them both crying as well. But again, he just happy to see that Dmitri was actually allright. Beaten up but it was going to be fine.

 

The model placed another kiss on the boy's lips. He was not going to tell the raven about the whole police thing and he would settle that later. He rolled off, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

 

"That cut might get infected. Babe. Put something on and lets go for the hospital first alright?" He ran his fingers throught the raven's hair, violet eyes not leaving his face. "Do you have anything like a first air kit? Ah... the lock of the door is also broken." He sighed. As the adrenaline was slowly going away, he realized he was all over the place and not even sure what he was to be fixing first.

 

"Hey Dmitri. Wouldn't you want to just move in with me?" Wah. That was sudden. That was probably too soon but this place wasn't safe. "I will be living on my own in a couple of days."

 

How funny. His own personality seemed to change entirely.

[Snoopycake]

Giving the younger man a pained smile as he wiped away tears from both of their faces, the beautiful boy cuddled into the other man; burying his face in safe haven of the blonde haired man. Melting into another small kiss, the pretty lifted his weak hands to cup against the other mans face; trying to make the kiss linger for a little while longer. Whining childishly as the violet-eyed boy removed himself from their huddle, the blue eyed boy chewed against his bottom lip; sitting up to wrap his skinny arms around his knees.

 

Glancing down at his bare chest, the raven haired boy fixated his eyes on the small but deep cut that was presented to the left of his belly button. Using his thumb to brush away the fresh, red blood, the beautiful boy couldn't look back up at the taller man due to not wanting to make him more nervous as he answered the other man.

 

" ..... Maur ... I don't really want to go to the hospital. It's just a few bruises and a small cut; there is no need to waste their time. Even if they offered unnecessary medical attention, I can't afford health care. It's not worth it. ... I don't have a first aid kit ... I might have a plaster somewhere though."

 

Startled by the sudden forward question, the delicate looking boy blushed lightly. " ... W-Well I have never thought about it ... " Lies. That's all he thought about. However, not matter how he wished it wasn't true and how much Mauri would protest and insist, he was worried that one day the handsome man would regret his past decisions; dumping him somewhere. Of course his apartment was a pile of shit, he knew that. But he worked hard for his little place.

 

***

 

Walking up to his little brothers apartment, the older Russian haunted as soon as he saw Dmitri's busted up door. Instinctually reaching for his gun, Albert silently creeped into the small apartment; his gun pointed forward whilst crouching slightly. Turning immediately to his right, the older brother quickly caught sight of the two boy's sitting on the bed. Watching his little brother happy face, Albert relaxed; straightening up and putting the gun away.

 

Walking back out of the apartment, the navy eyed man spotted Dean walking down the street; deciding to stop him from seeing the door due to his natural protectiveness and didn't want to break his heart further by showing Dmitri in the domestic looking scene with another man. He felt sorry for the green-eyed man. It's not that he wanted them to get together, Dmitri didn't feel the same so he just wanted him to be happy.

 

Walking down the steps, the black haired man stopped the sandy blonde haired man from walking up to the apartment.

 

"Is everything alright?"

 

"Yeah. They aren't there, probably gone out somewhere. Let's go."

[Guest Eornostlice]

"I didn't give you a choice Dmitri. That cut is anything but small. Come on. I told you I will take care of it all. Please. Don't make me beg you." Lilac eyes stared down, sadness found deep within. He hated to think that he was not able to prevent the blue eyed boy from getting hurt. Especially the cut. That was the one thing he hated himself for. He had been too indeciside. He should have grabbed the knife in the moment that Dmitri pulled it out. He truly should have.

 

He ended up sighing yet again. "My parents found out about you. About me. I've told them I am dating you and I got slapped." With a smile he pointed at his cheek, the redness hardly noticeable. It still stung however and he was not sure if it would bruise. "I am serious, alright? I really think it's time to change a few things around. This is sudden but please try to consider it. This place is not safe and I do not want to let you spend another moment here." He had never been good at honesty but he was aware he needed to try his best.

 

"I don't want to force you though. I am a brat that hardly knows you so you might get tired of me." Vulnerable. That was exactly what he was. The model finally stood up, motioning for the other to follow his example. There was no way in hell he would just let the man be with such wound, and he wss willing to drag him there if needed. "Sorry I am talking a lot."

[Snoopycake]

Sighing lightly, the beautiful boy shifted over to curl up against the other mans front; wrapping himself around him. Burying his face in his neck, the delicate looking boy pressed a couple of kisses against his neck; especially the small purple marks. Playing with his hair, the feminme looking boy chewed his lip; undecidcive if he should go to the hospital. Relacntly agreeing, the pretty boy smiled sweetly up at him. “ … A-Alright. … B-But we have to be careful, it could be really bad if I get caught … “

 

Knotting his brows together in confusion, the beautiful boy only then noticed the red mark on his face; disappointed in himself that he didn't realize. Lightly brushing his fingers against the hand-print, the delicate looking boy leaned up to press a soft kiss against his cheek; a look of sadness spread across his face.

 

Hoping up to scamper over to the kitchen, the beautiful boy retreated a small stack of ice and wrapped it up in a ripped cloth before running back to the younger man. Slowing pressing it against his cheek, the pretty boy held it against the mark to soothe the pain that the other man must have been feeling. "T-This will help the swelling. I'm sorry baby." Leaning up to kiss the other man, the blue eyed boy held the other mans hand in need for comfort.

 

He fact that his dad hit him was worse enough, but as it was over him; he found it to been even more saddening. His parents didn't like him so he would try his very best to change their view on him. He longed to be excepted by the handsome mans family and friends. He guessed that it was going to be harder than he hoped.

 

" ... I-I think I am going to want to keep the apartment but ... M-Maybe I could stay with you the most of the time."

[Guest Eornostlice]

Only with the promise of the fact that the blue eyed man would be coming to the hospital, albeit reluctantly, did Mauri finally feel himself relax a little, watching Dmitri suddenly dash to the kitchen coming back with an ice pack. He did accept it, pressing it to his cheek, ignoring his own shoulder however, violet eyes brigtening unexpectedly at the last bit of information, everything else forgotten in an instant. He had been sudden and truly did not expect the other to accept, especially not so easily.

 

Lifting up Dmitri's hand to kiss every knuckle, he grinned like an idiot, more than content with the answer. Probably the place itself had some sort of emotional value and it wasn't like there was much to maintain so keeping it was not exactly expensive, therefore not a problem. But he would be able to keep the man safe. That was truly all that he cared about. It was even scarier to think about what would have happened if his father wouldn't have done what he did, if he did not come back.

 

"Come on now. One thing at a time beautiful. The hospital comes first. Figure a way to keep that wound clean. A plaster will do if you can find one alright? I will call Eric for a bit then get a taxi. I did not take the car when I rushed out." The whole thing has made him extremely cautious. The last thing he wanted was to get the damn cops come pick him up so he had to choose the hospital carefully. Surely with the right amount of money it wasn't going to be all that difficult but Eric was probably the one that knew best. His parents' connections and his own mischeviousness turned him into the 'to-go-to-guy' whenever one fucked up too badly.

 

The model leaned in, taking one more kiss, taking his time to properly deepen it, reminded of the plush soft feeling that he loved against his own lips.

[Snoopycake]

Smiling weakly up at the handsome man, the pretty boy happily excepted the kiss; kneading his plumb, soft lips against the others. The small loving gesture of kissing his knuckles from before made his heart flutter along with the smile that graced the blonde haired mans lips. Lifting a spare hand to cup the other mans un-abused cheek, the delicate looking boy let his fingers play with his soft hair; nibbling against the other mans bottom lip.

 

" ... A-Alright. I'll look for one." Relevantly removing himself from the handsome mans grip, the feminine looking boy placed one for sweet kiss against the violet-eyed mans marked cheek; walking off to find a plaster. Washing the cut slightly with water from the sink, the blue eyed boy let his eyes flicker up to looking into the mirror. Truth be told, he was scared. It was highly likely that the hospital would bring in the police to inspect the obvious knife stab and suspicious bruising that screamed 'unconsentional'. If not that, his anorexic looking body would be enough to keep him in even longer; asking more than just fake personal details.

 

Shaking the thoughts from his mind right now, the beautiful boy looked through his cupboards to find a singular medium sized plaster and gently placed it over his cut; trying his best to ignore the pain.

 

Walking back to the bedroom, the pretty boy searched for some clothes to wear; releasing he was currently in only his boxers. Pulling out a large grey jumper, the delicate looking raven slipped it on along with a pair of soft, black jogging bottoms; putting on a pair of socks as well. Once placing his older clothes in the washing basket, the raven haired boy made his way back into his bedroom.

 

Crawling over to cuddle into the handsome mans hold, the beautiful boy let out a small sigh of contentment; pressing soft kisses against his neck. He was happy.