Wolf In Sheep's Clothing (Tomtord Au)

Nine: Living a Lie

~Tom~

I woke up with my shoulder hurting like hell, and shirtless. I sat up, I being in an unfamiliar room. I began to freak, but then I saw Tord on the edge of the bed, asleep. His hand was intertwined in mine, and I gently pulled it away. Tord grumbled before walking up. His eyes were red like he was crying.
"Tord?" I asked softly.
"Tom... Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. But I want to know what the hell happened in Chicago. No more Lies, No more secrets."
"It seems fair that I tell you. But fair warning, you asked for it." Tord sighed before telling me the story of how he became the red leader of Chicago.

*Flashback*

Tord ran through the streets, clutching the semi-automatic pistol in his hand. He whipped around the corner, shooting the last of the rival gang. He was so close to finding the leader, John Ridgewell. He kicked open the door to their hideout, bodies of both gangs littered the floor. Tord reloaded, and entered John's room. But it was empty. Then behind him he heard a creak, and he spun around and shot John in the arm.
"Damn you Larson." John growled before the lights went off, leaving Tord in the dark and John escaping.
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~Tord~

Tom certainly would hate me now, I thought as I leaned against the wall with Tom sitting on the bed.
"So... You took Chicago by yourself?"
"Pretty much." I said, looking away. Tom got up, and walked to me. I uncrossed my arms and faced him. Without any words, Tom pulled me to him and kissed my jaw, then the corner of my lips. I kissed him softly, my hands on his hips. The kiss deepened as Tom's hands went to the back of my head, making sure the kiss never ended. But our need for air caused us to break away. Slightly panting, Tom looked up at me.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
"I know" he whispered back before kissing me again. I wanted this to never end, to have none of this gang craziness. I felt Tom pull on my shirt, and I chuckled softly.
"You need to recover, Tom."
"Nah. I'm fine." Tom shrugged, but then winced.
"See? You are not fine. You, mister, need to recover." I said, gently nudging him back to bed.
"I'm not going to recover if my father wants to kill you."
"I'll be fine. Now lay down."
"Will you be here when I wake up?"
"Jeez, you sound like a child. But yes, I promise." I said, kissing him deeply.
I have to protect him.