The Tears of a Prince

He would lie if he said it didn't feel good, having someone take care of him. John had finally returned to his old self after a few hours, Soran laying on his bed sleeping soundly. He had pretended to fall asleep a while ago just so he could see his sleeping face.

The vampire looked so peaceful, his white hair sprawled on the dark pillow, beautiful and soft. His breathing was steady and slow while he turned to his side, facing John, desperately close. His heart was racing, being so close to him, the silence all around, how could he ever fall asleep? It was impossible. 

John raised his arm, his fingertips tracing the lines of his lips gently, like the touch of a feather since he didn't want to wake him up. The tips of his fingers felt hot as if he had touched fire and he couldn't stop himself from imprinting Soran's face in his mind, remembering all the bumps and roughness, all the soft spots by touch. 

The werewolf sighed deep in thought again. Why was he feeling so bad about wanting someone? He couldn't stop wondering if Soran felt burdened by him, if it was just his kind hearted nature that kept him there, some kind of embarrassing pity. He pushed back a strand of white hair, revealing all of his face. 

"Do you hate me?" John whispered, afraid to find out the answer. 

"No, I don't hate you. I quite like you." The vampire whispered, making John's eyes widened before he flinched intensively and fell off the bed. He landed on his butt, a frown on his face. He heard Soran chuckle and soon a pale hand appeared, helping him get up.

"So you were awake." John said as he laid back on his bed, his eyes looking at the ceiling. He was too shy to look at him especially after creepily looking at his face for so long and touching him. 

"I was, after some point. Why don't you get some sleep, we will need to get up soon" Soran asked him. John breathed in, thinking.

"I can't fall asleep."

"Did me being here made you nervous?" Soran told him and the young werewolf scoffed, a grin on his face.

"You're flattering yourself too much." He answered him even though he knew very well that Soran was right. He couldn't bat an eyelash with him around, his heart was going crazy and he could feel his palms slowly start to sweat. The fact that he was laid next to him, looking so calm was a surprise, a pleasant one but he couldn't fully believe it. Maybe he was making some kind of crazy facial expression he was not aware of, Soran though looked at him normally.

"Am I? I'm not known for not being bring cocky"

"People have their moments I guess." John teased him. The scratches he had caused had completely healed by now, the image though was still vivid in his mind, the pain he had caused him, how his face was painted red as he tried to help him. "Did it hurt?" 

"The scratch?" 

"Yeah." 

"No, not really. It's already healed so don't think about it." Soran said, not wanting him to be worried. 

"I didn't want to hurt you. I swear, when things like that happen sometimes I lose all sense." John told him, a guilty expression on his face. A frown had formed between his eyebrows, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Something like that will not happen again. I'm sure of it, you've come a long way, John." He told him and the young werewolf gave him a small smile. 

"What's the point if everything is going to get ruined by one mistake?" 

"It won't. I'm sure of it." He answered him. Soran looked into his eyes, not wanting to think what John must have been through. The pain he had felt and the pain he himself had caused him. He was so kind, a truly nice person, not like him who wore a disguise all the time. He was sweet and caring, a people pleaser and it was so sad that he had to live with so many misfortunes. 

"How can you be so sure? Have you met a lot of junkies before?" John asked him, finally able to turn around and face him. They were looking into each other's eyes, their voices a whisper in the deep night as if they didn't want anyone to disturb this moment.

"Don't call yourself a junkie. It's not nice."

"I'm calling that myself anyways so where is the problem."

"The problem is that you should treat yourself better." 

"You really need to stop being so nice to me." John said and Soran smiled faintly, a kind look in his dark eyes.

"What if I don't want to?" 

"Then I'm going to like you more and more and make all kinds of trouble for you. You're my mate after all, if you want to get rid of me then you should be meaner to me." John explained. Soran raised his white eyebrows, surprised with his honesty. It was moments like this the vampire felt a hint of doubt, a tinge in his chest that maybe there was something there. When John looked at him, not with shyness, not with embarrassment but with pure honesty. 

"You've never caused me any trouble. Not even once." Soran told him and John laughed, the sound echoing merrily in the walls of the room.

"Now you're lying. I know I have."

"I think I should be the one to judge that though. If I say you haven't then you haven't."

"It's kind of funny you know"

"What is?" 

"The fact that from the very first moment I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful being I have ever seen. You being kind too is really unfair." He flattered him and Soran chuckled, surprised with his response. 

"Is that so?"

"I think so, yes." 

"John?" Soran called him.

"Yes?"

"Should we date?" He asked him, leaving John with wide eyes and a racing heartbeat.