Never Let Me Go

RELEASE

CHAPTER TWELVE

The shipping took longer then I had expected, but once it did the next day, I immediately took it too my lover. He was still breathing, but it was stuttered. And I could tell he was in pain, and I didn't like that. But once he was attached to the tank, two small tubes sticking out of his nose that connected to a bigger one that hooked around his ears and fell down his chest and into the steal tank, I knew he was going to be okay, I could breath again.

And I have to admit, sitting here right now at my desk, the love of my life laying on our bed behind me, the soft hiss of the tank pumping the air into his lungs, it is quiet boring to just wait for him to open those eyes so I can see those blue crystals again. It reminded me of those agonizing days where I just had to watch my lover hang out with those disgusting human beings, hold every joint in my body from pouncing on them and taking him away, but those days were much worse then right now, because now I had him all to myself, no one to steal him away, make him laugh, just me, and it will always be me. Maybe once he wakes up, I can make him laugh, I'm tired of him just crying and screaming, he needs to learn that I'm the only one good for him, that I'm the only one that was bound to be in his life.

It was fate that brought him to me, made me fall in love with him, and he just doesn't see it yet.

But he will,

Timothy_______,

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Timothy got to his feet, sighing deeply as he set his pencil beside his journal, closing the book that was starting to slowly be filled page by page, he has had that book since he was ten, just a small child that wrote about the new toys he got for Christmas and all the boys he fell in love with over the years, all those plans to love them were all just unrealistic dreams of a hormonal little boy, but now, now all of this is real, there was no playing around. He was a mature adult now, he knew what was wrong and right, and he knew that there was no rules against love.

He froze in his step to turn around once he heard a small gasp come from the bed, the covers ruffling and the mattress squeaking under his lovers weight. He sharply turned around, eyes wide and mouth agape in happiness as he stared into those hypnotizing eyes. "Your awake my love, you scared me, you scared me." He repeated, rushing over and scrambling onto the bed, his love was too weak and crippled to move, the broken leg settled on a pillow, his lungs held together by the trusty oxygen tank.

A whimper left the beautiful boys lips, his hands shakily moving up to the tube wrapped around his head, tugging on it so one of the tubes popped out of his nostrils. Timothy scolded him, wagging his finger at him and grabbing the tube again, taking it between his fingers and lifting it back to the boys nose, placing it back in. "You can't take that out dear, that helps you breath, I don't want you dying on me right?" He said, letting out a chuckle and bringing his hand up to thumb against the boys now hollow cheeks, he reminded himself to feed his love after this little moment.

Instead of laughing back, Niall just stared at Timothy, bottom lip wobbling and a defeated and tired expression on his face. Timothy didn't like that, if his love could smile around those pathetic creatures, why couldn't he smile around the love of his life? Him.

He frowned and sat back, setting his hand on the smaller boys thigh, running it up and down, he praised himself for making the decision to just put briefs on his lover. That meant he could still have a little fun. "Baby why aren't you laughing? I saved your life, I brought you back and all you are doing is laying there crying like a little bitch." His voice grew as he spoke, his hand tightening around his loves inner thigh, making Niall screech and set his hands on his, trying to push it away, but his strength was drained clean from his system. And Timothy liked it that way.

"Now don't push me away my love, that's no way to treat your long-time boyfriend. Please be respectful Niall." He says, furrowing his brows in frustration, but loosened his expression when the blonde slowly moved his hands away, resting them at his sides.

"Now, how about some make up sex? Or just a little cuddle before I start dinner, a little first date hm?" Timothy asked, but knew what he wanted, some nice, slow se-

"Cuddle, please, no sex, god please." Niall's small and recked voice spoke up just above a whisper. He was looking at him, tears slipping down his rosy cheeks. Timothy smiled, immediately changing his mind now that his lover finally used his voice. That was a huge step into their relationship, maybe he should punish his lover more.

"Alright baby, if you really want to." He said, shuffling around so he was rested behind his smaller boyfriend, hand still rested on the inside of his pale thighs, caressing the smooth skin. His head rested on top of his lovers blonde locks, the other arm wrapped around the thin waist. He pulled the boy in till his back was pressed right up against his chest, bum right against his groin. Timothy moved his head up to kiss the shell of his loves ear, taking a big whiff of the beautiful scent that was only for him to smell. "I love you so much, we're together, forever." He whispered into Niall's ear and then rested his head back on the pillows, lightly squeezing the thigh again before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Which was a bad mistake, Niall still wide awake, slowly slipping himself away from Timothy's grip. And soon was off the bed, crippled, weak and barely able to hold himself up, but free.

Free.

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A.N:

Really short chapter, really dramatic ending, really bad writing, what more can you expect from me?

Anyways, hope you liked it, sorry for it being short, but you get why it is. See you next chapter and your comments mean a lot to me, so... Comment :)

~ Direction_Minx ~