My Dark Side w/ Tenny
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Thread Topic: My Dark Side w/ Tenny
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Wynter glances down at his arm and was pleased to see no blood around or coming from the wound. He shook his head and resisted the temptation to pull his boyfriend onto his bloody, muddy lap. "I'd rather die than leave you to Alex."
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Randson let out a deep sigh, covering his face with his small hands. "But you could have gotten hurt a lot worse than you did, I'm not worth that, Wynter. I'm not worth dying for.." He said softly, removing his hands from his face and looking up at his lover through his lashes.
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Wynter shook his head and patted his bulletproof chest armor. "Besides, I'm much better than them." He shook his head again and grabbed his water. "And yes you are worth it" he threw in before drinking half the contents of the cup.
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Randson had to laugh a little at that. Not caring how bloody or messy his boyfriend was, he crawled up into his lap. "Hnn. I don't think so, but whatever you say.." He hummed.
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Wynter raised his eyebrows again and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend. Going for the silly approach, he acted offended, but slightly grinning. "Whaaaat? You don't think I'm better than them? I'm hurt, Randson. You hurt me." He had to keep from laughing at the whole situation.
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Randson's little mouth dropped slightly shaking his head quickly. He didn't like thinking he had hurt his boyfriend. "Noo, you're way better than them, Wynter," he murmrered, planting little kisses all over his boyfriend's face.
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Wynter smiled at the reaction and chuckled a little. "Hmm, if this is the thanks I get, maybe I should get shot more often."
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"No! Don't you dare do that. No no no," he scolded lightly with a small smile. He buried his head in the crook of his boyfriend's neck. He was starting to become a little sleepy as he closed his eyes and rested against his lover.
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Wynter chuckled and gently rubbed Randson's back. "I'll try not to.." He lightly kissed the younger's hair and wondered how the hell the boy could sleep on Kevlar.
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"Good.." Randson mumbled quietly, eyelids becoming rather heavy despite the uncomfortable position he was in at the moment. He wanted to stay awake so he could talk to his boyfriend and clean the rest of his wounds but he was really tired. Within a matter of seconds, Randson fell asleep against his boyfriend's chest.
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Wynter smiled softly at his boyfriend and sighed a little. He glanced around, then gently wrapped Randson's legs around his waist, supported the boy's thighs and back, and slowly stood up. Making his way over to the door, he made sure all three locks were secure and all the windows were firmly closed and locked. Giving one last check around the room, he turned off the lights and slowly walked upstairs to the bedroom.
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All while Wynter was doing that, Randson was having a terrible dream. Everything that had happened all day was replaying in his head. Randson shifted a little in Wynter's arms, making soft mewls like a kitten in his sleep.
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Wynter felt the shifts and squeezed Randson a little tighter, gently rubbing his back. He got to the bedroom and laid his boyfriend down on the bed. Not liking the thought of his boyfriend sleeping in dirty pajamas, he gently pulled off Randson's soiled clothing. After rummaging around in the dresser for a bit, he located another set and gently re-clothed the little one.
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The events that had happened earlier continued to play in his head, restarting when it gets to the part where Randson found out Nonna was dead. Randson moved around in his sleep, willing for the nightmare that was his day to stop replaying in his head like a broken record.
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Wynter quickly stripped himself of his dirty clothing, tossing it all into the dirty clothes hamper. He was displeased to see the number of cuts on his torso was much more than he originally thought. Sighing at his bloody, dirty, and sweaty body, he elected to not join Randaon in bed until he cleaned himself up, or at least made sure nothing was infected. He took one step towards the door and passed out on the floor from exhaustion.
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