Wren

Part 25

(TW: SmUt!    I'm sorry there hasn't been much lol, so here. Peace offering.)

Wren stood shirtless in the bathroom, flinching as the medicine seeped into a wound on his back. One of Killian's kicks had been so hard it'd completely busted the skin open. 

Leo gently dabbed at it, smearing the ointment on. "I know, sorry."

Wren swayed and leaned against the counter, his fever coming down but still present. He sighed, lowering his head. It was too heavy to hold up. 

"You okay?"

"Not really," he whispered. "I can't stop thinking about Sophie. She was right there-- he almost hurt her--"

"I know." Leo capped the tube and tossed into a bathroom drawer. He slipped Wren's shirt back over his head. "But she seems fine. You protected her. She'll forget about it. . . seems like she may have already," he commented.

Wren nodded and leaned on Leo for support as he hobbled out of the bathroom. He felt so guilty about what had happened. . . it was his stupid drunk father, after all. He was grateful for Leo and Dace's watch over them, but he wanted his husband. He wanted to be held and kissed and comforted in Matteo's arms. 

Sophie bounced across the room, stopping right before she'd crash into Wren's leg. Unknown to him, Dace had warned her extensively that Daddy was sore and she couldn't tackle him like she usually did. Wren smiled at her, a little confused. He'd tried to hide the bruises from her, so how did she seem to know something was off?

"Hi, SoSo," he whispered and ran his hand through her messy hair. Dace had done his best, but it wasn't as good as Wren could do. The bow in the back was lopsided and wisps of flyaway hair danced around untamed; it was kind of cute.

"Bear made me this!" She held her little wrist up, brandishing a pink and purple bead bracelet. She'd called Dace 'Bear' for as long as everyone could remember, and no one knew why. But they all found it endearing. 

"It's beautiful! And look, it says your name." Wren said each letter as he pointed to the corresponding beads. Sophie giggled and ran back to the living room, where Dace sat looking a little lost in a mess of beads and string. She threw herself into his lap and got settled, helping him make another bracelet.

Wren held back tears. He felt guilty about not being able to play with her. It hurt to move, to laugh, to breathe; he couldn't even get comfortable sitting down. 

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Matteo hovered way too close to his computer screen, feeling his father's hot breath down his neck. They both squinted at the blurry footage.

They'd gathered security camera recordings from yesterday from all around town, and had watched Wren and Sophie leave the pet shop. A dark figure could be seen across the street from them, clearly following their every move. At some point he'd run ahead, crossed the road, and ducked into an alley. They watched Wren get pulled in, but there were no cameras that showed the events that took place there. A few minutes later the figure dashed out and went down the street, and a minute or so after that Matteo could see Wren and Sophie exit too. Even through the blurry footage he could see how shaken up Wren was. And he was limping.

Matteo paused the video, his fists clenching. He'd kill that bastard.

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It was a week before Wren felt better. Matteo had tried to be around as much as he could, but kept mumbling about being busy with something. Wren didn't ask questions. 

Matteo and Vincenzo had been able to access more CCTV cameras and traced Killian's comings and goings to an abandoned building on the slummy side of town.

They were currently stuck trying to figure out what to do with that knowledge.

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Leo and Dace were on the grounds somewhere with Sophie; Matteo had asked for some time alone with Wren. 

He came into the room, finding Wren sitting in the closet sorting through clothes. He sat behind him and wrapped his arms around his slender frame, sliding his hands up under his shirt.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Physically? Fine. Mentally? I don't know." He folded a dress that was too small for Sophie now and set it to the side. "I'm just trying to distract myself."

"I can distract you," Matteo offered, licking a stripe up Wren's neck. "Come on, puppy. It's been a while."

"It's been, like, two weeks!" Wren shivered at the wet tongue and placed his hands over Matteo's, moaning as they moved to his nipples.

"Two weeks too long," Matteo muttered as he flipped Wren over and straddled him, leaning over him and gently grabbing a fistful of his hair. He tilted Wren's head back to expose his pale neck, nibbling and kissing and licking, relishing in the whimpers Wren gave him. His other hand slid into Wren's pants. 

Wren couldn't stop his hips from bucking when his husband started playing with him, working up an erection. Matteo held him down and palmed him slowly, laughing through a kiss as Wren squirmed, already soaked and needy. He pulled away.

"No," Wren whined. Matteo chuckled and pulled his own clothes off, then Wren's. 

Wren lay exposed on the closet floor, a shy blush tinting his cheeks. Matteo got between his legs and lifted them, placing his slim ankles on his shoulders. Wren was breathing heavily in anticipation as Matteo dug around in their closet for a bottle of lubricant they stored there. He cracked it open and poured some into his hand, rubbing it between Wren's legs. "Ready?"

"Please," Wren said, and Matteo pushed into him.

Wren gasped in pleasure and his head threw itself back. He gripped Matteo's shoulders as he began thrusting, his moans saying everything he couldn't. After a few minutes, he sped up.

"Good, puppy?"

"S-so g-good," Wren huffed. 

He'd needed this. This closeness; the tender attention and to drown in the distraction of pleasure.

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