My Dark Side w/ Tenny
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Thread Topic: My Dark Side w/ Tenny
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Wynter was miserable on the ride home. Here, he had risked life and limb to save his boyfriend, and the boy was sulking. Guess it's my fault...I brought the cat. He sighed and drove home as fast as he could.
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When they finally reached home, Randson crawled out of the backseat and walked over to the front lawn, sitting down criss cross on the grass. He hummed, swaying from side to side. "Wynter? Can I get a bunny?"
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Wynter sighed and walked straight to the front porch. "Just wait on it." He opened the door and walked into the kitchen, immediately going to the sink for water.
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Randson let out a little whine, pushing himself off of the grass and rushing after his lovely boyfriend. He followed the older to the sink. "You know, Nonna was the best kitten in town. I owned the best kitten in town, Wynter!"
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That pushed Wynter over the edge. He quickly downed the water and slammed the plastic cup against the countertop, his entire body shaking in anger and shame. "GOD-f---ING-DAMMIT, I'M SORRY OKAY?! I'M SORRY I KILLED YOUR PERFECT CAT." He stormed up the stairs and grabbed Randson's pajamas, then stormed back down and shoved them into Randson's chest. "Now go to sleep you little brat" he growled. He reloaded his guns and sat down at a dining room chair, fully pissed at the younger boy, but intending to stay up all night so no one else would dare steal his previous lover.
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Randson was surprised when his boyfriend reacted the way that he did, full of anger. "I d-didn't mean it like that!" He cried, eyes filling with tears. "You didn't kill Nonna.." He sobbed, hugging himeslf as he watched his lover stomp up the stairs. Randson tried to stop crying, but he couldn't. He felt like everythinf was falling apart and it was all his fault. Randson opened his mouth to say something when Wynter came back downstairs and threw the pajamas at him, but it just came out as a choked sob. "Yes sir.." He whispered softly after a moment, rushing upstairs. It was official now; Randson was terrified of his own boyfriend.
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Wynter wanted to say something about the final comment, but decided against it. Why bother? He took one of those 5-hour energy shots and patiently waited, staring at the door. He hadn't meant to blow up at Randson, but the little guy was getting on his nerves, making Wynter feel bad after he had rescued him. He took a deep breath and checked himself for wounds. His left arm was bleeding- of course Randson wouldn't have noticed- but he just sighed and moved on. Aside from a stabbed thigh and small cuts on his torso, he was fine. Must be out of practice. He groaned and sat back down.
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Randson slowly pushed open the door to the bedroom and walked in, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He quickly removed the tight clothing he had worn that day along with his shoes, changing into the pajamas Wynter had shoved at him. Randson stared at his reflection in the mirror, combing his tangled hair with his fingers. Deciding it was of no use since he was heading to bed anyways, Randson sighed and crawled into the bed.
After almost an hour of trying to fall asleep, Randson decided it just wasen't working. He sighed, grabbing the small stuffed bear he usually slept with a held it to his chest, walking down the stairs. He made his way to the kitchen, clutching the stuffed bear to his chest tightly. He looked at Wynter with big, innocent eyes and a small frown. "Can't sleep, Wynter," he said softly, burying his head into the fur of the bear. -
Wynter had been on full alert and heard Randson coming down the stairs. He was waiting expectantly and raised his eyebrows at the younger' statement. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced around. "Uh...okay.. Um, do you want me up there? Or, I could warm up some milk?" He really didn't want Randson to be scared of him and tried to speak as gently as he knew how.
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Randson thought about his options for a few moments before speaking. "Come upstairs? Cuddles?" He suggested, swaying a little from side to side. He had always loved cuddles, it was his favorite thing to do, and he was sure it would him calm down and fall asleep rather quickly.
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Wynter frowned at the request. It was a good idea, but... "Randson, I'm all bloody.." He showed the boy his arm as proof. Hardly cuddle material. Kevlar wasn't really the best, either. And he probably smelled bad... Wynter sighed to himself.
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Randson let out a little gasp when he saw his lover's arm. He dropped the stuffed bear on the ground and rushed over, getting on his knees in front of the dining room chair. He took his boyfriend's arm into his small hand, examining it with a frown. "Wynter, why didn't you tell me?" He said softly, standing back up. He went over to the counter and got a paper towl, soaking it in hot water before going back over to his lover. He knelt back down and took his boyfriend's arm again, rubbing the wet paper towel against where it was bleeding.
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Wynter looked curiously (and confusedly) at his boyfriend's actions. At the question, Wynter had mumbled something unintelligible. Upon feeling the towel against his skin, he grit his teeth and had to jerk his head away. He sucked air in through his teeth and tried not to move his arm.
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Randson looked up at his boyfriend, biting down on his lip. "I'm sorry..Just try to stay still, lovely.." He murmered, wiping the blood away, being as gentle as he could. When most of the blood was gone, he pulled his hand back to admire his work. He sighed. "You shouldn't have come..You should have left me. I'm just a bother.."
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