The Tears of a Prince

Soran carried John in his arms, the young werewolf whining along the way, shaking his legs to get off but the white haired vampire didn't give in. He held him tightly, his vampiric strength coming in handy in a situation like this. No matter what he tried John wouldn't be able to get freed from his embrace. 

"Let go! I don't want you to take me back!" John exclaimed, raising his hand and scratching him with his claws. Soran pulled his face back, feeling the blood drip on his pale skin. It would take a while to heal, coming from a werewolf. He sighed, kicking John's door open and threw him on the bed. "Get out." he told him, his head buried in the pillows. 

Soran ignored him as he walked into the bath, making sure it  was filled with cold water. He returned into the room, his footsteps heavy as he pulled up John. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, helping him take it off and looked at him with a strict expression. 

"I can't believe, after all the effort you made that you would do this" the white haired man said, believing that John wouldn't hear him. 

"You have no idea." John said, his words coming out stuck with each other as if he couldn't really control his own tongue. "The shit that…"

"I don't want to hear it. Come on, you need to get your shit together. In a few hours we're leaving if Kai sees you like that he…"

"Kai! Kai this and Kai that…I love my boss. He saved me but in the end you will really make me hate me. You know what?" John told him, looking him in the eyes. "You are the worst. I don't need fake kindness from you nor your attention caused by pity." John stood up, fumbling with the hem of his pants before he managed to fully take them off, the thick and heavy fabric falling to the floor. 

He tried to walk over them and get to the bath but he tripped, his vision still hadn't cleared up fully. Soran caught him, without a second thought. He landed right into his chest, feeling Soran's hands touch his naked body. In distress he pushed back his body, getting dizzy from the sudden movement. 

"Shit." he mumbled, not enjoying the aftereffect of his horrible decision. 

"Let me help you get in the bath." Soran said, this time his voice sounded calmer and gentler. 

"No." John denied him again. 

"Please, John" he begged him, extending his hand a pleading look in his dark eyes. John noticed the scratch and the blood staining his face. He had caused that, he was acting like a child again. He dropped his face, breathing in before he took soran's hand. Slowly the vampire led him into the bath, helping him get into the cold water of the marble tub. 

John for a second thought he would freeze to death, his whole body tensing as he  sensed Soran throwing water over his head. The cold droplets landed on his hair and face, making him cool off a bit. He was shivering his eyes glued on the scratches. Soran was sitting on the floor, right next to the bathtub. He noticed where John was staring and smiled, not wanting to worry him in the state he was. 

"It's fine. I don't mind." he told him. 

John didn't say anything. Of course he didn't mind. Soran was a freaking angel in a vampire body while on the other hand he was closer to a messed up demon. A small breath escaped his bluish lips and without realizing he raised his arm, wiping off the blood from Soran's face, carefully so he wouldn't hurt him. The vampire seemed to freeze, not expecting such a gentle touch from him but he didn't push him back. 

"What did I do?" John said, finally back to his senses. Tears were gathering in his eyes. "I shouldn't have taken that." he told himself. He brought his knees close to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and hiding his face as he started crying, loudly. 

"It's alright John." Soran told him, caressing his back. His cries were echoing in the enormous bathroom, while Soran tried to think of something to say. It was obvious that he felt horrible, if the tears didn't say much it was also his eyes. He raised his head, locking gazes with him. 

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I am really sorry. Really sorry." He repeated, again and again with no stop as if he believed Soran would not accept his apology. 

"It's fine. Just promise me, you won't take it again." Soran told him. "This thing is worse than what humans take. It could kill you any minute. You have tried so hard to help yourself, don't ruin it now." he advised him and John nodded. He was right, after everything he had gone through all it needed was a moment of weakness to ruin years of hard work. John dived into the cold water, clearing his thoughts, trying to forget this stupid misstep. When he emerged from the water Soran was waiting there. 

"Thank you." 

"Don't think about it. Just tell me, do you have any more of this stuff? We should throw it out so you won't feel tempted again." Soran told him. 

John tensed, knowing very well about the pouch that hid in the pockets of his pants. He felt embarrassed, he didn't want Soran to know that he had been thinking of doing it again. 

"No, I don't have any more."

"Okay then, that's good. Come on out, I will help you. You don't mind if I stay here with you tonight, right?" he asked him and John smiled bitterly. 

"Would I ever mind?" he told him. 

That pouch, he was going to get rid of it, later. 

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