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-"I thought this would help me feel better, how is this any better at all?"- Sighed the little devil, tail flicking, nothing was going his way at all today, the fight and his dad, making him cry, **and that little piece of shit of Guest, humiliating him, what does he even know? He's not his father.**
-"I am tellin' you dude, party pooper"- laughed the weird looking teenager, crushing his cig in his clawed palm -"What is NOT entertaining you?"- His eyes locked again in the center of the house they were in, maybe watching the girls dance, ew.
-"Cause' i am enjoying the view"-
-"I am not enjoying being here, my ears are delicate, my head hurts, my stomach as well- I feel sick of everything..."- c00lkidd frowned, the house smelled like *old*, sweat and alcohol, it made his head spin at every direction but the right on.
-"Dont be so picky, be gratefull i even invited you to the big boy's party instead of sulking because your *daddy* got mad at ya"- the mocking, sly tone was clear, making fun of him, **surely JUDGING him.** *he hated that.*
His eyes looking around before he stood up -"you stay here then, i'm going back home"- and before letting Bluudud answer, he was already stomping towards the exit.
*How dare him?* *The AUDACITY* *he was no one to tell him that, he was nothin' for him, he didnt want to listen to him, or that horrible, banging, loud music, his clothes felt too hot despite being cold just minutes ago, his hind legs already numb from the snow.*
He growled all the way to somewhere, the park? He didn't know where he was going, his claws digging in his palms, drawing delicate, tasty tears of carmin.
CK rubbed his cheeks, gently, in soothing circles, like the way you would pet a dog.
His dad used to do it, to calm him down.
He needed ANYTHING to calm down.
He finally snaped out of it, too zoomed out to notice where he was going, he was lucky a car didnt run over him.
Slowly, his steps led him to his school, looking round', eyes staring into the snow, as if trying to melt it.
CK kneel, carefully, with gentle hands, picking his lunch box, he was surprised no one have stole it by now, but he was happy nonetheles, tail curling round it to hold it instead of grabbing it with his hands like a normal fucking person what is wrong with him lol.
*Oh how mad he was*
*This was all nonesense, he was being punished, emotionally, to be good, surely, that jerk of Guest, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong to, his dad space,* **HIS DAD.**
C00lkidd fangs dug in his lower lip, tears mingling with the blood now dragging along his chin, he didn't even notice when he cried, he didnt even care.
How long has he been out without permission? His dad was surely so mad, distressed.
Dragging his hind legs he walk to his home, head hanging low, ashamed, the weight of emotion he didn't know he could feel felt like a chain to his neck, pulling his head down in embarassment.
-"YOU can't just leave me there, man!"- A voice buzz in his ears, Bluudud literally burning with rage.
-"The hot guys aproached me and i had the perfect plan to make out with one!"- He complained again, walking along with C00lkidd.
-"That's gay"-
-"I am gay."-
-"...Period."-
Then silence, maybe akward, maybe not, they werent even sure anyways.
-"... He can endure without you, man, he's too... Attached to you"- Bluudud tone was firm, but not unkind, he seemed to understand everything but nothin', saying the right things without even knowing.
-"I know but... He was always my Bestfriend, and i can't just dissapoint him this way"- His words, tired and depressed, still carried care and love to his beloved one, how could he? Being so cruel, so evil to do this to his own father.
-"You're not, he's... Sensitive, from what ya told me"-
-"Yeah, but you dont know him like i do, dont act like you do."-
-"..."-
CK sighned silently, leaning against the other's shoulder. -"I'm sorry, i'm just still sensitive over all this..."-
Bluudud would huff with a smile, his arm falling around CK shoulders.
-"I like men"-
-"Literally shut up"-
Back at home, it was all a disaster, 007n7 crying his eyes out on Guest Chest.
-"Seven- dont cry..."- the bigger man sighed, his rough hand caressing the meek father hair sweetly.
-"he wont come back! I know i was being too harsh! My son hates meeee!"- whining, 007n7 hold tighter onto Guest, sobbing with clear drama.
Guest, again, groans, rolling his eyes.
-"look, Seven"- he stopped the other, leaning back to look at the smaller man in the eyes.
"You need to know, your kid is a TEENAGER, Its a phase, even i have scaped home for a few hours, he'll come back, and everything will be fine and dandy."
-"Yeah, maybe you ARE right-"-
-"Before OBVIOUSLY you send him to a militar school"-
"Guest! I'm not sending my own son to that place, he's too soft to go there!" The father complained, tugging at the other shirt.
-"I bet he didnt think the same when he was beating the shit out of a kid"- he smirked, still caressing the father hair with a lovely gaze.
-"Gossipy."-
Both men had to relax, close to eachother, they breathed in, the father was indeed calming down.
He was actually considering that school, since Guest is a teacher in there.
-"dont Pressure yourself, Seven, please..."-
-"I wont"- but that was a lie.
The other man sighed, hugging him tight, his chin on top of the smaller man head, his voice was soft, firm, grounding. -"Please dont... I dont like when you lie, i know you, in pressure and horrible moments... Let me help you..."-
007n7 whine.
*Whine.*
His arms as well surrounded Guest torso, soft hands gripping his shirt.
-"I'm sorry"- he mutters.
-"For what?"-
-"I'm being too much, i know i should let go more of CK, but... He's why i CHANGED, he's how i learned to *love* back..."-
Guest, ever so gentle, tilt Seven head up, his own face with a soft, more concerned than anything, frown, his bushy eyebrows low.
-"You have nothing to apologize for, you didnt know better, but... You dont always have to stay clueless..."- His words, a promise of warm comfort surrounded 007's senses, an overwhelming sense of security he did not dare to think of it as fake, his heart, beating more than it should, ache with need, a need of love, of undertanding, undertanding his eyes showed, glimering softly with hope.
-"I..."- his words stayed in his throat, not even trying to scape, for Seven it felt like if he let out anything else now, truths he never knew would spill out, dirtying the saint he had in front of him, holding to gently his unworthy face like it was Jesus's hands.
Guest, noticing the unsaid words, sigh, his stoic and angelic festures relaxed, got gentle, as if he had two different faces, yet both remained glorious.
007's arms slowly rested on the other thighs, thumbs going up and down, a caress of sin and desire.
**Desire to he held.**
Yet his hands stutter for more than a moment.
Who was he to be close to someone, when he was just as dirty as hell?
The angel in front of him was pure, firm, fair in choices, and god, everything good.
While he was dirt in the angel in front of him, who was he to deserve *happines* after his past?
He wanted to belive he could DESERVE this, a peacefull life, happy with his son. How foolish and selfish of him to think of that, but what could YOU expect from him? He's nothing, but a dirty demon, being granted the pleadire to be in presence of the divine.
The air felt heavy, no panic, but slow, dense, *especial.* But oh so sinful.
-"Will you teach me?"- was all he could say, already way too close to the other face, his breath fanning over the other lips.
A soft smile appeard on the other face, tugging the smaller man closer, they lips finally met, it was soft, no, not soft, divine, gentle, everything that was right in the world.
007n7's breath stutter, any other word long forgotten inside of his throat, swallowed by softnes and gentlenes.
The kiss said it all
The softnes, the stoic hands being gentle.
Eerything clicked in the exact moment.
Guest's hands started to roam down, caressing, not just exploring, remembering.
007n7 wasn't behind, his hands, soft and gently, slowly caress up to the taller man back, the kiss not just an action, but unspoken words, a promise, maybe a threat, neither of them wanted to figure it out now.
Guilt and need blurred togheter in Seven's mind, making his body act on its own, his hands no longer his but slaves of desire and need.
Even if he needed to breath, every time he tried, with hesitation, to pull away, Guest's hands would stop him, gently, still letting him have the choice to pull away or stay.
He would always stay.
Slow, it wasn't desperate.
And it was long enough for both of them to notice what they were doing.
Yet they wouldnt stop.
Slowly, too slowly, their lips stoped contact, hovering over eachother, breath mixing.
It took Guest a moment to react, to Seven, much more.
-"I... God, Guest i'm-..."- yet he couldnt find the words, his hands, still resting on the bigger man back, slowly sliped free.
-"are you okay?..."- Guest asked, his head tilted, he seemed firm, but not dangerous, no, not at all.
The air suddenly felt dangerous, any wrong move would make the eyes laugh, mocking him in his head.
-"Guest, i'm sorry!- i- dont know what happened to me!"- the dad, already out of his cloud of need, finally felt the cold water splash him.
-"no, dont apologize, Seven, i lean in first, i should had ask."- Guest was uncomfortable, to say the least, not about the kiss, but about how Seven seem to feel.
-"yeah, but i kept going!- God- i'm so sorry..."- anguish painted his voice, his hands, a moment too slow, departed from Guest sides and back, instead covering his face, shame filling his cheeks in a gentle, blurred pink that tinted his cheeks.
Guest hand find its way to his back, a comforting warm that felt *opresive.*
-"if it helps... I dont regret..."-
His voice, soothing as it was, felt like a threat, Seven felt like a kicked dog, rubbing its snout against the boot that stomp on him.
-"It doesn't... Help. It doesn't help." The smaller man breathed, throaty and deep, like he JUST realized he killed someone.
Guest flinch, his hand going up to the back of his neck, rubbing silently -"I... I'm sorry, i dont know what was i thinking... You were crying and i thought..."- he never finished that.
-"thought... What?..."- weak and vulnerable in the wrong way, Seven ask, already feeling his heart twist slightly, not wanting to know, he doesn't wanna know.
-"..."-
-"i was *crying* about my son, and... You kiss me? Is that how you *comfort* people?..."- He snaped, not loud, never loud, but *hurt*, oh so deeply hurt.
-"I..."- but he did had words.
The silence stretch wider with every second, thick, slow and heavy, like if they moved, they would mess things up *again*, if all of this wasn't about for now.
Seven sigh, running a hand through his hair, now looking away from Guest, elbows on knees, he didn't wanted to be seen, he wanted to sink and dissapear and hope he gets forgotten by everyone.
But that would be too easy.
Guest, God, it would be too simple to simple say he was "tense", no, this was a whole new level of tense, It wasn't akward, it was worst, a feeling he couldnt explain.
*Maybe caged would be accurate.*
-"I need a moment, excuse me..."- Seven said, way too quickly, standing up as normally as he could after *that*, locking himself in the bathroom.
Didn't even steal a glance at the phono of his CK and him as he usually *always* do.
Inside the bathroom, he didn't wait to look at himself in the mirror.
*Dirty, unclean,* **wrong.**
His hands shook with shock, maybe more, maybe because of less.
How could he? How *dare* him? Doing that to Guest...
He felt like a child, scolded, hidding.. but he knew what he have done to Guest, dirtying a man of good, of good will, one who's only porpuse is protect.
And here he was, a filthy, disgusting demon stealing an angel warmth because it felt *secure*, how foolish of him, doing something so blunt as that.
The water started to run, and so did Seven's hands, water splashing on his face. **As if that would wash the guilt from his soul.**
-"God, what is wrong with me..."- His voice was low, broken, shaking.
**Do you think love excusses sin?**
Oh how his mother repeated that every time he mentioned a boy in his life.
How the priest would Splash Holy water on him like he'll *burn* if he didn't, or if he *did.*
He took off his stupid, stupid burger hat, red horns glimering softly under the bathroom light.
That all he was, some demon, lowly and unworthy.
.
.
.
**What would CK think?**
His dad, his protector, *his hero*... Kissing some man? And not just.. any man, an angel, pure, too pure for him.
His son will look at him, and tell him how disgusting he is, how filthy he is.
The mere thought made him sob, nails scratching his face as fat, heavy tears running down his cheeks.
He was such a mess.
***
Guest sigh, face buried in regret and his hands, murmuring useless thoughts for the situation.
*He didn't do anything wrong, right?... Seven wanted it, didnt he?... That's why he leaned in!...*
His head told such cruel lies, he couldnt even belive them himself.
He used Seven, when he was the most vulnerable.
*Why?... What is wrong with me?... I thought that would fix something... Anything...*
He couldnt beat the thought of taking advantage of someone so soft, so gentle, so *good.*
He groans, throwing his head back, he was such a child, or so he was thinking, kissing him so suddenly. (yes this Is a REFERENCE to that Bakugo audio of "kissing me so suddenly?")
So his mind did what *humans* better do.
He felt rage.
*This isn't all MY fault... He act like i planned any of this.*
**He** *should be ashamed... We both wanted that, and now he's acting like this...*
He wanted so hard to belive his own words, the guilt too strong to make him think like the good man he was raised to be.
Because if he's not as kind and good as everyone thought, then *who was he*?
Who was he for the people he cared for, if not a pilar, someone to rely on? To trust? To *be* comforted?
*If not what they wanted, then what?*