Crying Out

Part Six: Fights

Anxiously, Corbyn shifted before the door. Awaited his partner's arrival.

Sharp blue watched closely, arms crossed over his chest, back end pressed against plush, white pillows.

His song quieted as it was pushed open, returning to its typical, bleak symphony. Stepping forward only after it had closed.

Broken lips nuzzled against the underside of Jeremiah's chin. Full, soft ones grazed his forehead in a chaste greeting.

Seas of melted chocolate met Daniel's blue. Shadows quickly engulfing the mighty oceans.

" What the hell is he doing here?" The growl rumbled low in his throat, glaring eyes flicking to Corbyn.

Corbyn studied the intricate dances between his fingers. Whispering," h-he was worried about me."

" Didn't I tell you not to see him again?"

He nodded slowly, chewing his lip. Corbyn appeared to shrink away, compressing his body," I-I know and I-I'm sorry, b-but-"

" Look at me when I talk to you, slut!" Strong hands gripped at his shoulder, fingers digging into sensitive joints.

The smaller whimpered out loud as he yanked down, blinking back tears.

Daniel threw himself at them, shoving Jeremiah away," keep your damn hands off of him!"

The larger's eyes glowed darkly. Tight fists shaking," get out of my fucking house."

" No," his body shielded Corbyn's, oceans freezing over," I'm not going anywhere without him."

His head jerked sharply, jaw throbbing. Oil polluted blue seas, thick waves thrashing.

The larger gripped the incoming fist, ignorant to the second.

Plump lips caught the third, cranium snapping to the other side. Fire exploding in Daniel's stomach, hunching over his fist.

His knee pressed to gray tile, somehow blocking the next powerful punch. Fingers curled tight around pale skin, using all his strength to pull Jeremiah close.

Fangs nuzzled into exposed flesh. A crimson tide lapping at his tongue. The tap of heavy boots the only warning needed.

With a solid thud, Jeremiah met the ground.

His pinned body went rigid, Daniel's knee nestled beautifully into his crotch. The flick of his neck sharp and sudden, following the direction of Jeremiah's fist.

Daniel grunted, back aching against the cold floor. Watching pale hands press to Jeremiah's shoulder.

The mountain of Corbyn's body stood between them, both men heaving. The air rumbling with soft growls.

" Miah, stop. This isn't a fair fight and you know it," inky waves softened, shadowed blue sinking slowly.

" Fine," Jeremiah rasped, light bouncing from his lip's steady stream.

" Throw him out Corbyn," blonde locks swayed gently, wind tossing them to the side.

" No, he's hurt. I've gotta help him," there was no fight to his words, frozen gems barely meeting boiling brown.

" You're not leaving. Period."

" Miah, please. He's my best friend," gravity tugged gently at his split lip, gleaming black enveloping ice-blue.

" I want you back here no later than nine. Do you understand me?" Soft, milky skin nuzzled sweetly against off-white, smiling into him.

" Thank you, Miah. I'll be back, I promise."

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