forum Anyone up for romance?

Started May 17, 2019 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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Firiko huffed a little at the other's words, "I know… but I still have a sense of dignity…" he said softly, his wings sprawling out to either side of him in an attempt at a comfortable position.

“I know you do.” He said with a soft laugh, kissing his cheek. “Are you comfortable?” He asked softly, worrying over his wing.

"Yeah… this is fine…" he said, looking over at the other. To be quite honest his wings were already starting to get stiff from lack of use after more useage than normal. But there wasn't much he could do about that except let his shoulders ache.

Here, let’s check on your side, I’ll Help you untie the shirt in the back.” He said softly, gently pressing a hand against his back.

Firiko sighed, moving so the other could reach behind him, wincing slightly as he moved, hoping he hadn't gotten an infection or something.

Marcus sighed softly, untying the shirt and carefully slipping it off of Firiko. He set it to the side, knowing he could wash it again for the other to use. He carefully pulled the bandages off, biting his lip. “We’ll clean it again. Just in case, Alright?”

Firiko nodded, biting his lip lightly, knowing full well that this would hurt. "Yeah… may as well get this over with…" he said softly.

Despite the situation, Marcus couldn’t help it as his eyes went dark at the sight of Firiko biting his lip. It was attractive as hell. “Are you ready?” He asked softly, grabbing the first aid kit from the bathroom and calling to his lover.

Firiko nodded, steeling himself for the process of cleaning the wound. He knew the wound itself wasn't deep, but it was still serious enough that it could easily prove life threatening if not properly treated.

Marcus was determined to treat it correctly, knowing fully he could hurt his soulmate if he didn’t. He gently poured some peroxide on a towel and pressed it to the wound.

Firiko winced, biting back a hiss of pain as the other pressed the towel to the wound. His wings puffed up too, another sign that it hurt and he didn't like it.

Marcus softly apologized, watching it sizzle. He then carefully poured the peroxide straight from the bottle onto the wound, going slow. He stopped when it was fully covered, watching it bubble and fizz for a little bit. “I’m sorry. I had to do that. It’s to make sure it won’t get infected.”

Firiko hissed in pain as the other poured the disinfectant into the wound. "I know… doesn't mean I have to like it…" he said through clenched teeth.

“I know I know.” He cleaned up around the wound and replaced the supplies, grabbing a roll of bandages and wrapping him up, “How is your wing?”

"Stiff… but there's not much you can do about that…" he said, watching as the other bandaged him up again.

“Maybe we should do some exercises for it… I want to make sure you can fly again afterwords.” He said softly.

"Don't worry about it.. I've been grounded before.." said Firiko, "Trying to do much with it will only make it worse, the main reason It's stiff is because I've been doing more distance flying than normal, and now I'm not using it at all… that's why It's stiff.." he sighed, "trust me, it'll be alright."

“Are you sure?” He asked gently, rubbing his head and sighing. “I want to make sure you’re ok before I go make breakfast.”

"I'm sure.." said Firiko, trying to reassure him.

“Alright. If you need anything, call…” he said softly. “Do you have a phone? I should be able to hear you but I’m not quite sure about other places.” He winked.

"I've never had nor needed a phone.." said Firiko softly, looking up at him.

“We should get you one. So I can keep in contact with you when I can’t be around.” He said softly, tilting his head

Firiko shrugged, "Okay…." he said, a bit uncertain on that topic.

“I won’t force you. After all, you are being hunted.” He said, shrugging. “But don’t worry so much about them. I have weapons everywhere around the house.”

Marcus was paranoid about Marx, the leader of the gang - coming back for him. He had so many weapons hidden around the house he’d be ready for Marx’s return. He wasn’t going back to the gang. Nor was he going to die because he quit.

Firiko nodded, "All I really need is my sword.. I could still fight if I had to…" he said.

Marcus flashed him a rather sinister smile. “Of course, but you haven’t dealt with my enemies. A sword won’t do you much good against a gun.

"You haven't seen what I can do with a blade" said Firiko, "Besides, It's not the sword itself I need, It's the runes carved on it, and the material It's made of."

“Oh that makes more sense. Are they magic?” He asked softly.

"Not exactly, but it does augment my powers" he said.

“So can you defend yourself against a bullet?” He asked softly. He hoped so. Marx would stop st nothing to make sure the ex-gang member was miserable