Promise
991 Words
"What?"
"He...he told me to... It wasn't me-", Mateo sobbed, tensing up with every word the heir uttered.
"Who? Who told you what?", it was obvious in his tone that he was starting to get annoyed since he now sat upright and stared deeply at the covered body. The petrified form found the question way too threatening as he flinched, his sobs turning into hiccups and wheezes for air. "What the f**k, pull it down.", he gripped at the blanket and slid it away from his face to reveal his now blue face...........Asthma attack? Or was it a panic attack?
Mateo's clasp tightened around the cloth against his untamed chest as he wheezed for air. It was time for Alessandro to panic as he searched frantically for the little tool, his inhaler or his pills. But even after scattering his drawers on the floor and searching on his fours for the tools, he found none. The older male ran his shaking fingers through his hair, anxiously as he ran back to the bed where the boy lay, almost a few minutes away from going lifeless. He slid his arm around his nape and forced him into an upright position, the boy complied by and didn't fight it, simply because he had no strength left in him. Alessandro held his petite form in his hands, his other hand holding tightly onto the younger boy's sweaty ones after he pushed a button above the headboard for a servant and delivered his message, breathlessly.
"Bring.. bring the doctor. He's having an attack. Hurry up." He disconnected and coaxed. "Take deep breaths. Calm down. Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't panic", he knew he was not any doctor but he had seen how to control attacks in case of absence of an inhaler at hand. Mateo did as he was told, one breath. Two breaths. Three. Four. He shook his head, gripping at his shirt tighter, his face clearly exhibiting pain to indicate he couldn't do it. He needed the inhaler, badly. Tears started making their way down his lifeless cheeks as he whimpered, digging his nails inside the back of the heir's hand. "Hey....", Alessandro got on his knees before their bed and made him look at him before he gestured to breathe in and breathe out, try to do so. "You can do it. Try. Please", he almost sounded like he was pleading for him to do so, he sounded worried...... But the frail boy shook his head, his mouth hanging open, trying to catch some air as more tears flooded his eyes. "Breathe Goddamn it!".
Mateo gasped at the sudden outburst before his breathing returned for some time only to go away for longer this time, restarting the invisible timer. His body shuddered with pain and fright, letting out a hiccup, his eyes going blurry from the tears and exertion, a sharp pain shot through his head and he almost lost his posture, only to feel arms around him and an inhaler to his mouth. He promptly tried sucking in the dose. Once. Twice. Thrice. The stupid dose just couldn't get in there. As if he lost hope in living, he sucked for the fourth time and he was successful. His breathing gradually returning to normal, his vision clearing, he saw two faces in front of him and the third which he couldn't see since the heir had his arms around him, making him rest his restless self against his broad torso. Mateo batted his eyelashes heavily, tired from too much pressure, unaware of the fact that he was holding onto the older male's shirt.
"How are you feeling?", the doctor finally broke the pregnant silence, pulling Mateo's fantasies back to Earth as he blinked for a few seconds before stuttering an answer with much difficulty.
"B-better". The female doctor brough her stethoscope to his back and examined his heartbeat. Then the lady pulled the plugs from her ears and scribbled something on a piece of parchment, tearing it off later and holding it out for someone above Mateo.....Lorenzo Alessandro. Mateo looked up and he almost got another attack when he saw Alessandro's face on tenterhooks, his orbs staring darkly at the lady as he took the paper from her and ran his eyes over the words before he nodded.
"Thanks." The lady left after conveying a message to the servant who then told Alessandro that she asked to give Mateo coffee or any hot beverage. The heir didn't have time to disagree before he shot his gaze down at the frail boy, who averted his eyes somewhere else right before Miho did so. "Coffee or tea?" The thought of a hot liquid running down his throat triggered the hunger hormones in him, making his stomach growl. Mateo's cheek sucked in colour, turning pink in embarrassment. It was true he had no dinner, because he had no time to eat when Alessandro lashed out on him and locked him up. He didn't realise he had not answered for too long when he heard his husband order more than just beverages. "I guess...bring him dinner and coffee". The servant bowed and scurried away, leaving both of them in a threatening silence, Alessandro still not letting go off him.
So close.... he's so close.
It rung in Alessandro's head, feeling himself tense up with the words, he had completely forgotten the state he woke up in, he just hoped the boy couldn't feel the bulge poking at his body as he stroked his honey-brown locks. The images from the wet dream flashed through his mind when he blinked, him cursing under his breath, assuring himself to calm the f**k down and not make another wrong move on the already unfit boy. Although he wanted to take time with soothing himself out, soothing the other out, only one thing repeated over and over in his head.
I will f**k you senseless.
And it was a promise.
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