Forbidden Appetite (Rody × Vince)

Nightmares

Falling.

Rody was falling down in pure darkness down as far as he could see, flailing and screaming for someone, anyone to help him while his tears floated up into the air zooming past him.

After what felt like an eternity of falling, he landed on silver strings, holding him up like a puppet by the arms.

....slice....

Those metal strings went through his arms like sharp knives, leaving him to witness parts of himself fall around him.

His vision came back in a new light around him and a sizzle invaded his ears as he fell onto a pan, feeling the heat burning him alive as he looked around, oil popping around him as he felt pepper being sprinkled over him, the setting of the kitchen in La Gueule de Saturne being all too familiar to him.

Rody's eyes looked up in horror, settling on dark and tired eyes watching him intently, face blacked out except for those eyes and a chilling smile. The next thing he knew he was being tossed onto a plate with a side of salad and roast potatoes, having a fork stabbed into his legs while he got pulled apart with deafening screams.

"Aah!" Rody woke up screaming, red hair matted down to his forehead in sweat, chest heaving as he sat up on his couch and clutched at his thin blanket.

He was almost in tears, he looked around his messy apartment and out the window just to confirm he was awake and alive.

A chill went up his spine as he looked outside, he swore he saw those same eyes from his nightmare staring at him, he looked away in fear for a second before looking back just to see that there was nothing there.

It was surely his mind playing tricks on him, he closed the blinds, the feeling of being watched went down significantly yet he just couldn't go to sleep anymore.

The next morning Rody was at La Gueule de Saturne early. Since he couldn't go back to sleep after his nightmare, he decided it would be best to get a headstart on the day however he could and take his mind off of it.

Everything was going well, Vince hadn't brought up anything from the previous day and Rody couldn't be more grateful that the day was busy with clients since he needed his mind off of certain thoughts from the recent events.

Near the end of his shift it was time to empty the trash, Rody walked in through the door of the kitchen for the first time that day.

An overwhelming disgust filled every sense of his, reliving the horror of last night's nightmare in his head again, he couldn't take it. Rody sprinted past everyone, desperately opening the back door and throwing up beside the dumpster.

"What are you- Rody, what the hell?!" Vince yelled as he took in the scene before him, having followed Rody outside. Any further words were far forgotten when Rody looked up at Vince with those dark circles and half closed, droopy eyes.

"Fuck, what happened to you? You look..." Vince hesitated, wondering if he should sugar-coat the answer. "You look like hell, actually"

Rody wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, opening his mouth to answer before he began gagging and throwing up again.

Vince walked over and made sure Rody's hair was away from his face, making sure nothing got on his red hair.

"Thanks, Vince.." Rody gasped when he was finished.

"Come on, let's get you a glass of water" Vince said, pulling Rody back towards the kitchen.

"No!" Rody shouted out, eyes wide in fear and face pale as he pulled his arm back. "I-I'll go around" He insisted.

Vince raised a brow at Rody. "Don't be ridiculous, you look like you're about to faint and this alley wraps around the whole block, just come in through the kitchen"

"No. I'm not... I can't go through the kitchen, Vince" Rody insisted, shrinking back away.

Vince groaned, rolling his eyes before storming into the kitchen, door shutting closed behind him.

Rody let out a shaky breath as he leaned his head against the brick wall with his eyes closed, feeling a bit dizzy. He hasn't been getting any sleep at all since he started working for Vince, everything was weird now, nothing made sense and he was so, so tired...

Rody felt a nudge on his shoulder, Vince was frowning beside him, having brought him out a glass of water. Rody took the cup with shaking hands, sipping slowly and feeling a slight bit of relief as he felt it cool him down and give him a little freshness from everything.

Rody handed the glass back and gave a weak smile. "Thank you. Vince, do you think I could go home now? I know we're almost closing but I don't think I can do this anymore today" he practically pleaded.

Vince looked Rody over. "Can you even get home? You look so pathetic that I think you might fall over as soon as you start walking."

Rody hesitated. "I think I can" He said, trying to assure himself just as much as Vince.

"If you can make it to the end of the alley, fine" Vince said, watching and following closely behind as Rody began to slowly walk through the alley, having to make a right turn to get to the final stretch.

Only a few steps into the second segment, Rody felt his head spinning again, making him lean heavily onto the wall, he could barely keep his eyes open.

"Rody, stop. You're gonna get yourself sent to a medic if you try to walk any further" Vince sighed. He walked over and bent down, picking Rody up. "Hold on if you can" He added.

Rody was too tired to feel any fear for falling, quickly letting himself fall limp in Vince's arms, vision going darker around the edges, the last thing he saw before blacking out was the sky above them, light blue with white shapes and strings of puffy clouds and some strands of Vince's dark hair.