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[grandtrashking]

[It had been about four and a half years since Tooru had returned to that painful place, but he'd been there for a reason this time despite having not wanted to return. Not when that place held a painful memory, being the day he'd "died" to almost everyone he'd known. A small handful of people he did know, apparently, had been werewolves as well. Some born, some turned, and a couple of them just aware of the supernatural from young ages and were just human themselves. Even some of his friends, at that, but they'd helped him adjust at the very least. He knew he couldn't ever face Iwaizumi again, so he'd left Japan as soon as he was able to. It hurt at first, and there were times he wanted to turn back and fling himself at the person he loved dearly, but Tooru learned to deal with the heartache until it became a dull throb in his mind that he could ignore most days.

Until that dawn when he was sniffing out a trail of a teenager who recently had been turned and Tooru came upon the last person he wanted to be faced with.

The figure was unmistakable, and Tooru remembered that smell even 5 years later. It was him, it was his Hajime. Panic washed over him, and the only things in Tooru's favour among the trees was that he was in wolf form, and that he was fortunately approaching from behind. Everything else was terrible, especially with the wind blowing towards where he was going. In an instant, Tooru took off, breaking twigs beneath his feet and to the worst of his luck he got caught in a trap.

This was bad, he didn't want to face him after all these years. Not like this, not like what he'd become. His heart felt ripped open all over again, impossible to stitch back together. 24 years old feeling like 19 and waking up in his own blood all over again and restrained by familiar faces that knew him and what he was thinking.]

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[grandtrashking]

As much as I would love a second round with you, my back would not. Even if I will heal faster and you could have my face pressed into that wall, I'd rather just lay with you. We have all the time in the world for you to have me on my knees and face in a pillow moaning your name for all to hear.

[Already even sounding cuddlier, Tooru hums it out. Even with the filthy last second addition to the comment. The pain he feels is going to last, given to him by a vampire. Strange, how any other vampire's injury would make him really feel the pain, but Hajime's felt like something else. Home? Probably was what that was. They really were that to one another, even after all these years.

But then he pouts, really seeing those scratches. Both guilt and pride is felt at how he'd managed to draw blood like that. He'd done so only a handful of times while still human, but now that he has claws both strong AND sharp enough to rip even tough skin apart? He'll have to be more careful in the future.]

Oh come oooonnnn, don't be a fussy mom about it... Lemme take care of you too. Can't I at least rinse and clean your back?

[The teenager he once was almost immediately springs to the surface, including sticking his tongue out childishly as well as the teasing mom comments.]

[toughlovin]

[Hajime laughed under his breath. Honestly he hadn't really been after a second round. While he thought he could, he was actually looking forward to just settling down and holding Tooru in his arms. He just wished the water would hurry up so he could get his ass in and his lover back in his arms.

There was another soft chuckle that would have ended in a reassurance and a promise to let Tooru help him, had the little shit not called him 'mom'. That earned him a glare.]

Mom? Seriously? Is that your new skill? 'Mood killer'? I was going to let you fuss over me but now?

[He straightened his back and looked away... And winced when doing so pulled at the cuts on his back. Might his pain threshold was much higher than others, but his back still stung.

Hajime sighed.]

... Maybe I'll take that help after all.

[grandtrashking]

Oh come on, you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss me teasing you!

[There's a blindingly bright toothy smile full of mischief as he closes his eyes with it and cackles a bit. But then softens that expression when Hajime straightens his back and winces.

He knew that would happen, but he wasn't going to call him out on that. Instead he just holds out his hand for a washcloth with a look that won't take no for an answer.]

Washcloth, and some of the antiseptic under the sink. And then on your knees by the tub. No protesting this either.

[toughlovin]

[The fact was he'd missed everything about Tooru. Even the teasing. No one ever teased him like Tooru. No one dared.

But he knew when he was beat and reached for a cloth to dip into the water. He wrung it out and stood to hold it out for his lover, the antiseptic came next before he turned and moved down to his knees beside the tub. Hajime draped his arms across the edge of the tub and lowered his chin onto them.]

How's it look?

[grandtrashking]

Like you got into a fight with a wolf, luckily it looks like this one enjoyed it and likes you well enough from how he clawed at you. And wants to have a go at you again another time.

[There's a snort, then another cackle as Tooru slides himself off the toilet less than gracefully due to a certain vampire fucking the ability to walk at the moment out of him, but he wasn't about to complain as he starts tending to the cuts.

At least he can still prop himself up on his knees as he very gently dabs at each cut, kissing next to them softly. Not to arouse, but to both apologize and show affection. To show his love rather than say it.]

It's a good thing neither of us are human anymore and heal as fast as we do, a couple of them are a bit deep. Sorry.

[Though at saying that, a shiver and shudder ran down Tooru's spine. Cuts like that could kill humans. But he shakes it off and keeps tending to them with soft kisses with each one he cleans up.

[toughlovin]

[In hindsight he probably should have helped Tooru off of the toilet and onto the floor, but it was too late for that now, he could already hear him moving back there. Before long he felt the initial sting of antiseptic being used on his back, followed by the soft application of warm lips. The kissed made Hajime smile.]

I don't mind it... But maybe next time a little less vigorous? If we have to preform first aid every time we fuck, we're going to have problems.

[A few scratches, even deep ones, he could deal with. But being torn up by a wolf... could actually be pretty dangerous for him, if Tooru went too far.]

[grandtrashking]

C'mon you liked going at it rough and you know it, especially without having to hold back on me anymore.

[But he sighs after chuckling, pressing his forehead against Hajime's back once he got finished with the last cut and set things aside to put away later. Carefully, he placed his hands on Hajime's shoulders and pressed a soft kiss along his spine. Unspoken worry that he would one day go too far on accident, but also full of affection at the same time.]

You're right though, maybe we should hold off on rough sex like this until around new moons when I'm not going to be as dangerous if I lose control of myself in the pleasure.

[Less feral and less of a monster is what he means, not that he's any less dangerous by any means. The danger would always exist, but he has more control over the beast within the less full the moon was.]