MCSM oneshots (Discontinued)

Always (Sequel to Demons)

Lukas eased the injured boy onto the floor, careful not to hurt him anymore.

"You okay?"

Jesse's gaze met the floor as he spoke.

"I guess." He muttered, resting his head in his palms. Lukas pursed his lips together tightly; to see someone as strong as Jesse so broken? Lukas kneeled down next to Jesse, his fingers wrapping around the bottle of rubbing alcohol. He rolled up Jesse's shredded pant leg, soaked in blood. The gash was running from his knee to his ankle, blood still spilling out of it. Lukas draped a cloth over the wound, pressing both of his palms on the wound. Jesse winced, a muffled cry escaping him as his shoulders trembled. "Do you want me to stop?" Lukas asked quietly, his hand reaching up to Jesse's hair as he brushed a loose strand of hair out of Jesse's face.

"Just get it over with..." Jesse muttered, resting his head in his hands. Lukas gave a slight nod as he took off the blood-soaked cloth, grabbing the alcohol. He unscrewed the cap, tilting the bottle slightly, the alcohol spilling onto the wound. Pain radiated throughout Jesse's leg, a strangled sob emerging from his throat. "Take a deep breath." Lukas instructed, and Jesse took small, shallow breaths as Lukas poured alcohol on the remainder of the wound. Tears were spilling down Jesse's cheeks as he tried to stifle his cries. He closed his eyes, slumping against the couch as he slipped away.

Jesse's eyes fluttered open, his pupils darting around as he took in where he was. Grayish moonlight streamed through the curtains, and he was aware of the ache in his leg. He tried to sit upright, his whole body tired. "Hey."

He craned his neck to Lukas, who was sitting in a chair in the corner, a book on his lap. "Did I pass out?" Jesse asked weakly. "You passed out from pain." Lukas said, lingering over to the bed. Jesse frowned.

"-That doesn't make you weak. Don't be so hard on yourself." Lukas said, his hand running along the side of Jesse's face. He planted a kiss on his forehead. "Go back to sleep, it's late." He said. A small smile formed on Jesse's lips. "Can I sleep with you?" He asked.

"If you insist." Jesse scooted over in bed, lifting the covers up, leaving some space for Lukas to crawl in.

Lukas wrapped his arms around Jesse, careful to not touch his casted leg. Jesse rested his head on the nook of Lukas's chest, beginning to drift off.

"Don't go. Stay." He muttered through the haze of exhaustion.

"Always."