'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

- breaking with every breath -

A few noises sounded from behind him, the hero turned around, quickly scanning to see if he was followed. No one but the dark night was there. He was imagining things, the men wouldn't go after him.

Even so, he was still fearful. Making up his mind, the hero began to limp forward. He made it up the steps, walking in front of the wooden door before stopping.

Am I really doing this? It felt like a stupid mistake. But there was no other choice.

He hesitantly knocked on the door. Wincing as pain ran up his arm with the gentle and slow movement. It still hurt, the hero buckled forward, feeling like he was about ready to collapse.

He waited. His eyes began to drop, the cold running through him, hitting his bare, open skin. This felt so stupid. Why was he at the villain's doorstep, desperately knocking on the door for him to come out and see him like this.

Why was he hoping the evil man would come?

His legs were about to give out when the door opened. It opened lightly, an annoyed looking villain stood on the other end. His face was a scowl, shirtless with nothing but black sweats on, looking around before facing the hero.

His scowl disappeared, a look of shock and realization on his face made the hero feel weak all over again. He watched the villain take in his state, eyes wide and body completely becoming tense.

He moved his hand from the door, hesitating when he began to reach forward. The hero did nothing as Pierce ran his hand through his hair. The black hair being moved around stung, the hero whimpered lightly.

Pierce moved his hand from the man's hair, noting how some strands fell out when he only lightly played with it. He took a step forward, taking in the fact of the hero's reactions. The man who was always on guard, moving around at the villains' touches and mere looks, stood motionless.

His legs swayed beneath him, face full of pain. The villain noticed immediately that the man had been assaulted. His body that was only covered in a long black shirt with broken buttons only covered his littered body. He had blood running down his chest, blood followed his steps, leaking from under him.

The villain didn't know what to do. How to react.

Oxzy watched the man in front of him shake his head. He looked confused, shocked. There wasn't any disgust. But there was what looked to be.. Worry?

The hero felt all his energy leave him at once, with his legs buckling under him, he fell forward. The villain opened his arms, letting the hero crash into him. The man was completely limp in his hold, face full of discomfort as it rested against the villain's exposed chest.

The villain didn't move. He felt the hero's slow breaths rise, it paired with his own quick breaths. He looked down, eyeing the shorter male who was leaning on him. His arms closed around him, pulling the blacked out hero up with him.

Pierce took the hero up in his arms, the man felt weightless with his strength. Holding him bridal style, Pierce heard a few shouts from the side of his house. It was a group of Felix's gang, they walked around, calling for someone.

He rolled his eyes, taking in the man and shutting the door behind him.

He held the man close to him, his skin was ice cold. He made his way up the stairs, pulling the man as close as he could so he wouldn't hit anything. He made it in his room, gently setting him on his bed.

What was he supposed to do now?

Oxzy was in his room, lying lifeless on his bed with a ruined body.

The villain took this time to look around his body. He lifted the black shirt up, peering at his chest. He felt his body squirm around when seeing the red irritated bites and large purple bruises that covered his beautiful pale skin.