11 (bxb)

Chapter 13

They watched the movie, and after a while, they beeped. "I'll get em." vilanteo said, and got up. He smiled at hinlo and he blushed.

Vilanteo was bent over in the kitchen, grabbing the cookies from the oven. Hilo touched his back from behind and it surprised him heavily. He jumped up, managing to burn himself. He grit his teeth and pulled the cookies out, placing them on the stove and quickly closing the oven.

"O-h my god." Hinlo whispered when he saw what happened. Vilanteo was running cold water onto the burn and hinlo was freaking out.

"Hinlo, calm down. I'm alright, okay? Take a deep breath. It's just a small burn, alright?" vilanteo reassured, pulling the crying hinlo in closer to show him the burn. Hinlo shook his head, still crying.

"Its my fault for being so jumpy. Do you have gauze? Maybe a little bit of vaseline?" vilanteo asked. Hinlo ran to go get the things as the freezing water ran down vilanteo's arms. When hinlo returned, allen was with him.

"Damnit damnit damnit! I can't leave you two alone for a second!" he yelled, and got out the supplies. Vilanteo helped where he could, like applying the vaseline to his own arm. When the two were done, hinlo didn't say anything, he just sat in vilanteo's arms watching mulan. Vilanteo had to reassure him that he was fine several times.

It was getting late and the two had been together for several hours now. "Hinlo, i've gotta get going." vilanteo whispered. Hinlo shook his head. Vilanteo smiled. "I'm fine, but seriously, ive got to go now. My old man is going to get worried." vialnteo lied.

"Tell him you're staying the night." hinlo said, muffled by vilanteo's shirt. Vilanteo was tempted to. He hugged Hinlo tightly and had to bite his lip to stop himself from kissing his head. He pulled himself away with all of the restraint he had in his body, and attempted to pry hinlo from him.

But Hinlo wouldn't let go. "Hinlooo." vilanteo whined. Hinlo didn't say anything, just held onto vilanteo tightly. Vilanteo looked to Ellen for help and he just shrugged. "Never seen him this clingy. Is this a truma response to never being hugged?" allen yelled over at hinlo. Hinlo said nothing, but vilanteo heard a faint, almost inaudible sniffle.

Vilanteo slammed his head into his hands. He pulled out his phone and went to the contact "fucker"

Something happened and I'm staying at a friend's house.

I dont fucking care, just get home in time for the fight

Vilanteo grit his teeth and hid himself in hinlo's white hair. "Where am i sleeping?" vilanteo asked. Hinlo's eyes sparkled and he led him away into what seemed to be his room. It was pretty bare, but his bed looked highly comfortable, and he had awards from school hanging up.

"Allen! Lend him your clothes!" hinlo demanded, pushing vilanteo out of the room. Allen looked at hinlo shocked. "This man had the literal body of a god, how the fuck are my clothes supposed to fit him?!" allen yelled, but hinlo slammed the door.

"He's really cute." vilanteo whispered in shock. Allen slapped him over the head and dragged him to his room.

He grabbed the biggest clothes he had, and even those were a bit snug. "This is fine." vilanteo smiled softly. Allen pushed him out of the room, laughing.

Vilanteo walked into hinlo's room to see him climbing into bed with vilanteo's hoodie on. Vilanteo's eyes widened and he went to the couch in his room, trying to go to sleep as soon as possible.

"Hey! Get over here. People who are injured aren't allowed to sleep on the couch.'' Hinlo said. Vilanteo chuckled as hinlo dragged him over to the bed. He positioned vilanteo in a way where vilanteo would hold him tightly and not let go.

"Goodnight." vilanteo whispered. Hinlo nodded and snuggled closer. Hinlo's deep breathing made vilanteo think he went to bed pretty quick, though vilanteo couldn't sleep. At midnight tomorrow, he would be fighting. Fighting in that sick rink full of sick men.

Vilanteo closed his eyes tightly and hugged Hinlo, if possible, closer. He managed to fall asleep in the over-comfortable bed.

In the morning, when vilanteo woke up, hinlo was playing with his hair. Vilanteo looked up at him. "Mornin." he said in his groggy morning voice. Hinlo flushed more than a strawberry. Vilanteo giggled and got up.

Hinlo followed him around like a lost puppy, even while he was making breakfast. Allen was just snickering to himself as he watched the two. Vilanteo had made waffled, and hinlo was snuggled up against vilanteo the entire time while they ate.

"Okay, i've gotta go. My father permitted me staying the night, but seriously i can't stay longer." vilanteo said, cupping hinlo's face. Hinlo sniffed and gave vilanteo puppy dog eyes. "Is this really the hinlo i know?" vilanteo laughed. Hinlo playfully punched him and vilanteo smiled.

"I'll see you soon." vilanteo smiled and hugged him once, said his goodbyes to Allen and left, after once more prying hinlo off of him.

He rode in his truck back to his house, texting hinlo that he got home fine. When he walked in the door, his father was laughing to himself with two women at his sides. Vilanteo sighed, covering his eyes from the naked woman and walking upstairs to his room. This was a regular thing.

Vilanteo yelled down an apology to the women and pulled a punching bag out from the closet. His skeletons are in his closet.

Vilanteo hung it up to the hook on the roof. This was the only decent thing his father had ever bought him. Vilanteo tapped his hands up neatly and started punching the punching bag. He had gotten quite skilled when he was younger, but he was always the underdog. Because he was ten when his father first forced him to fight.

when he was ten, he barely won anything, but when he did his father won shitloads. 

now he's sixteen, and hes had a unbreakable winstreak for five years, and his father won even more.