Beyond Darkness

Socco?

Orion~

“Strip for me Princess”

Orion stared at Michael. Had he heard him right? “Come again?” Michael sighed and walked towards him. With a swish he smacked the back of his head which made Orion yelp. “What was that?” He pushed Michael away. “The reason I want you to strip Sciocco, There is a wound on your head and I want change your dressing." Orion was still processing the information when Michael grabbed him, with swift motions took his shirt off and made him sit at the edge of the bed. He went into the bathroom and Orion heard the tap running.

"Socco?” Orion called out after Michael. He heard a faint chuckle and then Michael came out with a towel in his hand a bowl of water. “Lay down”

Orion compelled and layed down. Michael knelt besides him peering closely at the gauze. He hummed and dipped the towel in the bowl and softly started to douse the edges of the tape. The water was lukewarm and the towel against his skin was making him a bit uncomfortable. Maybe it was the soreness, Orion thought.

Michael slowly started to pull on the tapes and they were giving in to him. His gaze was concentrated, sharp. His forehead creased. It made Orion softly erase them with his thumb. Michael smiled slightly. But he was still as concentrated as ever, it made Orion uneasy. He wanted Michael to look at him.

The tape wasn't budging. Michael got up and pulled Orion up with him, he led him to the bathroom and made him sit up on the counter. Michael opened the cabinets until he found a washcloth, He took it to the shower and wet it under hot water. He came back and asked Orion to sit straight up. "What are you planning to do to me?" Orion mused. He looked at Michael who was now standing in front of him, a little too close for comfort, smiling. He placed the cloth on his shoulder getting a shudder from Orion. The water was warm enough but a few cold drops caught him off guard. The warmth gave relief. Orion sighed as Michael moved the cloth over his shoulder, pausing at the nape of his neck to the other shoulder, eliciting a soft sigh from Orion. Michael used his leg to spread Orion knees to stand closer to the counter. Orion felt Michael's hands on his waist and then he pulled him closer. Orion could no longer breath properly. His chest was getting warmer by the second and there were goosebumps erupting all over his skin. "Are you cold?" Michael whispered next to Orion's shoulder and then trailed his fingers down his arm. Why was his body reacting this way...? Before Orion could process, Michael's hand moved away. He almost missed the warmth now. The cloth was there again gliding over his bare skin. Orion looked at Michael, his eyes were focused on the task, his face serious, he noticed the small nibble on his bottom lip and the tip of his tongue that darted out to even the pain. Orion looked away, he could no longer stare at Michael. It was giving him thoughts he should not have. That tongue was distracting, those teeth were distracting. How in the world this man was smelling so fresh? They had been through so much through the night but here they were, Orion smelling like a dead carcass and Michael? Like a garden salad, fresh.

A few minutes passed and Michael was apparently done cleaning his torso. His hands moved and cupped Orion's face. Michael wasn't looking at him though. He angled his face and was looking in the mirror behind Orion. His fingers brushed a spot and Orion yelped out. "Oh, Sorry" Michael whispered directly in Orion's damned ear. He could not stay still. Orion gripped Michael's waist and pulled him in until he was flushed against him. He rested his head on Michael's shoulder, nuzzling into his neck and then whispered, "Do what you were going to do now" Michael was still. Then Orion felt his form dissolve and melt into his. Orion's hands slid from Michael's waist to his back. He was now holding on to him as Michael slowly tried to clean something on his scalp, it stung but Michael's warmth had made up for it.

"Princess?" Orion hummed at the nickname. Not bothering to using a comeback. Michael's hand was now splayed on Orion's lower back. Was he really hugging a man he had met about three days ago? Like hell he was. Orion was tired, craved warmth, and Michael was the nearest human available. Hmph. He scoffed mentally. Michael slowly pulled away, instead he took his hand and led them out to the bedroom. Michael asked him to lay down and he followed like a puppy. Michael now was back to change his gauze. He finally got all the gauze off, there might was a little ripping some of Orion's skin. Without any warnings. Michael had received a smack for that after He had exclaimed that the wound was healing nicely. They could remove the sutures in about 48 more hours. Michael was rummaging through the cart and got some disinfecting ointment. Michael made Orion sit up, and then went behind him, Then orionn felt a small sting and then a cooling effect. "Its a small scratch, I don't think it needs a dressing, but I'll do it for tonight anyways." Orion just hummed in agreement. Orion observed Michael clean up everything, the man was really organized and peculiar about certain things. Michael was seating cross legged on the floor rummaging through the car. The cart had like three levels, Orion just noticed. Orion raised his arm and made a gesture. He looked at Michael, softly raking his hand through Michael's soft locks. He had Michael's attention now. He looked up at him and blinked his doe eyes at him. The crystal blue peeking from underneath the fake melanin glazed contacts. He smiled.

Orion's gaze hovered on the wall in front of the bed. Funny he thought, the clock was not working.