Beyond Darkness

Pan-Caki

Vincent~

Vincent had a habit of getting up earlier than everyone, despite sleeping with his angel was better than any other thing in this world he was a habit's slave. He was in the kitchen when he saw Orion standing, he was sure he was there for coffee. He had heard something about Michael's special friend being badly bruised so he thought that's what he was there for. And he was right. He saw the young man gulp on his coffee like some kind of elixir of life. No matter what he thought, Vincent was also addicted to his coffee.

Orion had asked a nice question. It hadn't included his net worth or his new project or anything related to his work but his actual liking. That was much appreciated. He had looked star struck which was a common thing Vincent had come around to get comfortable to. Orion had scurried off at the mention of Michael's name. He did eye that coffee in Vincent's hand but then had kept himself from pouncing on to him. He thought that maybe it was bad manners. It was still very funny to Vincent. However he was worried about his own little Angel.

Vincent decided that he would treat Dylan with a sweet breakfast in bed type thing. He never did this for anyone, so it was a first for him, hopefully for Dylan too. Vincent rang Jack. "Jack! I need your help!" Jack just chuckled on the other end of the line and hung up. What was all that about? Then Vincent heard a swift knock on the door. He was puzzled as to who could be here. He went to the door and opened it to find Jack standing there with a bag full of groceries and food items. "Bless you!"

Jack just laughed and then Vincent helped him get the bags inside the house. Vincent placed them all on the counter and Jack without waiting for Vincent to check what it was started storing everything in the right places. Just how mom used to keep. Vincent smiled at Jack. "I want to make breakfast for Dylan." Vincent said. Jack turned around looking surprised. "You do?" The old man asked in disbelief. Vincent nodded and then Jack gave him the biggest smile he could muster. "Let me help you!" Jack exclaimed. Vincent eagerly nodded and then went and got matching aprons.

Now they were suited up and they set to make the most delicious breakfast anyone could ever have. As they were starting on breakfast, Vincent took the liberty to make the batter for pancakes while Jack instructed him with the ingredients after the batter was ready, they cut up some fruits and prepared coffee. It was time to make pancakes, Vincent carefully poured the batter on the pan and waited till bubbles appeared then he flipped it over just like Jack was telling him to do. After a few minutes he admired the stack of pancakes he had himself prepared.

He was pretty proud of himself, he had done a good job but maybe it would have been a disaster without Jack's help. He told him that they had visitors and that maybe they would like the breakfast too, so Without wasting any single second, Vincent made some more pancakes and the he put the cut up fruits into a bowl and also scouted for biscuits and other things from the things that Jack had brought in. After he was satisfied with the plating he had done, he discarded the apron and took the tray and took upstairs to Dylan.

When he walked inside he found Dylan still asleep. Placing the tray on the bed he slowly caressed him. "Dylan..Angel?" Vincent called out to him. After a few beats he seemed to wake up as he opened his eyes and smiled up at Vincent. Vincent placed a hand on his face and then quickly grabbed his phone from the night stand and took a picture of a sleepy and smiling Dylan. Vincent's heart had gave in the moment Dylan had smiled. He was happy that now he had that memory forever. He shook Dylan who fell asleep again like that.

"Dylan..I made breakfast" Vincent whispered near Dylan's ear, Vincent had never seen a man sit up so fast and almost knock him and the tray over. "Woah! Calm down!" Dylan was smiling apologetically and then he held his ears, Vincent wanted to die right there and then because of the unbearable cuteness. However he controlled his emotions and ruffled Dylan's hair. "I've made Pancakes! It's my first time cooking something!" Vincent admitted bashfully. Dylan's face lit up like a Christmas tree. It made Vincent's heart burst out with joy. He carefully picked up and tray and placed it near Dylan.

Dylan gasped loudly that for once Vincent got a little worried. Without wasting another second Dylan had dug in and after the first bite, he had given a reaction that Vincent's heart had killed itself because of the cuteness that was being displayed in front of him. He laughed and patted Dylan's head. "Like it?" Dylan shook his head and For once Vincent felt a sudden sadness take over. "Love it!" Dylan spoke with a mouthful of food. Vincent had never felt such a huge amount of relief. He had to make sure to gift that old man something special.

The next hour passed in a blur but slow enough that Vincent could capture all of those little things that he always wanted to keep with him locked in his heart. He had also taken a lot of pictures of Dylan, mouthful of food, licking choclate sauce off of his hand and getting it on his nose, Dylan feeding him. It was a morning that Vincent wanted to experience on a constant repeat. Vincent was glad they hadn't made a mess or else Jack would've gotten mad. As Vincent was clearing up, He felt Dylan tug on to his shirt sleeve.

"You."

"Me?"

it took Vincent a while to understand that what Dylan was actually trying to say and and when he did actually realize that what he wanted to say was so sacred, the moment was like that everything had stilled and nothing was moving, his heart too. Vincent had never heard anything like it before and then all he could mutter was, "Say that again?" He rasped out. He wanted to hear it again, not because he hadn't heard it clearly but he wanted to believe it, he wanted to know that someone could feel like that for someone like him. He wasn't sure that what he had heard was actually for him.

"You." There it was again. His breath was logged in his chest. He could not breathe anymore and all he could think was those words. He smiled and then he felt the moisture prick at his eyes. He hugged Dylan tightly. He could feel Dylan snuggle into him. He welcomed the show of affection. He felt Dylan nuzzles his nose into his neck and all that had kept Vincent from devouring him was that word. You. Vincent gulped and then cleared his throat. With the emotion stuck inside his throat he managed to say, "Me too."