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Blood and Kisses

(Just some fluff. A light trigger warning.)

You knew something was wrong the moment he showed up on your front doorstep. There was blood running down from his nose, something he had evidently given up on trying to stop, as his entire chest and neck were lathered in the stuff. The rain poured outside, thunder crackling every so often, and the lightning! It was a hell of a storm, really.

"Oh my god," was all you could really manage to say as you opened the door to the sight of him. You ushered him inside, hurrying him to the kitchen as you ran back towards the bathroom to fetch a towel.

"Don't bother," he croaked, holding up a hand to stop you as you attempted to offer said towel. "It's already stopped."

"Seán, you're bathing in your own blood," you protested, trying to get him to take the damp towel. "At least clean yourself up."

Those baby blue eyes bored into yours. His were narrowed. "It's not the first time," he spoke at long last. His voice was hoarse, as though he had just done an awful lot of screaming. Or crying. His body language told you something was up.

But you didn't relent, still holding out the towel. "Either you clean your face and neck as best as you can, or I do it for you. And I won't promise to be gentle."

Seán snatched the towel from you then, glaring as he wiped his face and neck. Despite his bloodied shirt, he looked considerably better.

Cupping your elbows with your hands you squirmed a little. "What happened?"

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you," he replied quietly, handing you the towel back. He turned away from you then, staring out of the nearby window as though there were something of interest. But it was pitch black out, what with the storm still raging on.

His words were thoroughly confusing. "Seán, come on. If you're hurt, we should probably take you to the hospital or something."

His next response made you stop in your tracks: "Anti."

"What?" you asked after about a minute had passed. Even then, the word didn't fully process in your brain. Anti?

"Anti." When you looked even more confused he brushed past you. "Told you you wouldn't believe me."

"Seán, you cannot tell me that and expect me to immediately understand you! What do you mean by "Anti"?"

"Anti-fucking-septiceye!" Seán screamed, running his hands through his hair in an exasperated manner. "It sounds fucking ridiculous out loud, but it's true. It's his fault I was bleeding. He..." The male broke off his own sentence, looking away and biting at his lower lip. He looked as though he were about to burst into tears.

"Seán, start from the beginning," you replied softly, reaching out and rubbing his arm a little. He flinched away from your touch and your body welled up with regret. "Tell me what happened," you pressed.

"No. I can't... I shouldn't be here..." he mumbled, turning and heading for the door. But you grabbed his wrist before he could reach the doorknob. "Let me go."

"Not until you talk to me. Seán, we've been friends forever, come on. Don't just shut me out like this. Please."

"You're so fucking stubborn," was his muttered reply. But his free hand fell away from the doorknob, so that was a plus. "... if I tell you, promise me you won't judge me."

"I'd never."

He whipped around and took hold of your shoulders. His frown was struggling against an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. Was it fear? Or something more? "I'm serious. It's gonna sound stupid as sweet fuck all, but I'm serious."