O Sol e a Lua

La Seine

Manhattan, New York
6/13/2099

A groaning sound comes from Miguel's room, a certain [H/c] haired man wakes up in a 'strangers' bed. [Y/n]'s head pounds as he attempts to get up. Key word attempts. He stumbles onto the floor, in return, he picks up on rushed footsteps approaching him.

"Are you okay!? Dios mío.."

[Y/n]'s eyes trail upwards, his eyes meet Miguel's brown eyes-which by the way, beautifully reflect the golden hues of the morning in Manhattan. [Y/n] feels a brawny arms wrap around his waist, putting him back onto the bed instead of the freezing wooden floor.

"quédate aquí, yo traeré la medicina ."
'Stay here, I'll bring the medicine.'

[Y/n] groans in understanding, feeling weak and fatigued. He lays down on the bed once more, covering his eyes with the blankets provided. Meanwhile, Miguel chuckles slightly remembering the expression [Y/n] had, the lawyer looked so out of it-so lost. Making haste, Miguel easily takes the antibiotics from the top cabinet besides his microwave, he also readies a warm bath in his bathroom. Miguel reminisces the time when he was together with Dana, it feels...better, maybe because he didn't meet [Y/n] through cheating. He sighs as he walks over to his bedroom.

"Here, sallow them."

He waits for [Y/n] to sit up, but he doesn't. Getting annoyed with the smaller mans tactic's he drags the blanket off his body.

"Pendejo! Necesitas tomar la medicina."
'dumbass! You need to take the medicine.'

The action of dragging the comfort off [Y/n]'s body got his attention. For the worst or for the better is something Miguel has to learn the hard way. [Y/n] sits up, his [H/c] hair in a mess. He yawns tiredly, his hand reaches for the pills and water. In a matter of seconds both pills and waters are swallowed with need and urgency.

"I prepared a warm bath for you-be grateful..."

Just as Miguel turns to walk away from [Y/n], he calls out to him.

"Carry me."

What? The audacity [Y/n] has to demand something so absurd! First he sleeps in a strangers home, second he gets prince treatment because he is hungover-which is something Miguel never really does-and now he has the audacity to ask for Miguel to carry hi-

"Fine."

Usually, Miguel would-and never will (mostly)-carry someone just because they asked him to, but [Y/n] is the slim percent that can. Even with past lovers like Xina or Dana it would take him some time to actually be decent with communicating feelings. Maybe [Y/n] casted a love spell on Miguel.

"Gracias."

[Y/n]'s warm body presses against Miguel's upper body, Miguel's talons itching to puncture into [Y/n]'s thighs-but with the sliver of self restraint, Miguel wont let it happen.

Miguel sets [Y/n] down on the sink counter, his bare feet waking out of the cold spruce floors-letting the lawyer have his privacy.

Meanwhile, inside of the bathroom, [Y/n] sighs-the pain killers having took their effect, his migraine dying down. He takes a long sigh before taking off his clothes-which reek of alcohol-and finally gets in the warm bubbly bath. This time a sigh of delight escapes his lips, being much more satisfied than ever.