CONVERGENCE | DaouOffroad

03

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, Offroad found himself wide awake, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he watched Daou slumber peacefully beside him.

With a playful smirk, he decided to rouse Daou from his slumber, his antics bordering on the edge of madness. Leaning over Daou's prone form, Offroad hovered above him and sat down on his lap, his eyes alight with mischief as he awaited Daou's awakening. But despite his best efforts, Daou remained blissfully unaware of Offroad's presence, lost in the depths of his dreams.

Growing impatient, Offroad resorted to more drastic measures, bouncing up and down and grinding on Daou on the squeaky bed with reckless abandon. And finally, as if startled from a deep sleep, Daou jolted awake, his eyes wide with confusion and irritation.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Get off me!" Daou's voice rang out, sharp and commanding as he pushed Offroad away.

A pout formed on Offroad's lips as he sulked beside Daou, his disappointment evident in his downturned expression. "You're no fun," he muttered under his breath, his words tinged with petulance.

But Daou paid him no mind, his focus already shifting to the tasks ahead. With a dismissive scoff, he rose from the bed, his movements swift and purposeful as he prepared for the day's mission. Offroad, however, had other concerns on his mind. "I haven't showered in 2 days, where can I shower? I stink," he declared, his nose wrinkling in distaste.

But Daou's response was curt and dismissive. "You're acting like you're going to live here. You're going to go soon," he retorted, his tone laced with annoyance. Offroad's brow furrowed in confusion. "Who says that?" he questioned, his voice tinged with defiance."Me," Daou replied, his words hanging heavy in the air like a foreboding omen.

Undeterred by Daou's cold demeanour, Daou goes to shower without saying a word. Offroad flashed a playful smile. "Can I join?" he teased, his eyes dancing with mischief as he sidled up to Daou. But Daou pushed him aside, his expression one of exasperation as he made his way towards the showering room. Ignoring Daou's protests, Offroad waited patiently outside the door, his mind working overtime to hatch a mischievous plan.

And as the sound of running water filled the air, Offroad sprang into action. With deft hands, he manipulated the lock on the door, slipping inside with ease.

"Look who's here!" Offroad chimed, his voice filled with excitement as he revealed himself to Daou.

But Daou's reaction was one of shock and disbelief. "How did you get in here? Get out!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with frustration.

Undeterred by Daou's protests, Offroad pressed on, his playful demeanor unwavering as he attempted to join Daou in the shower. But Daou's resolve remained steadfast, his icy demeanor thawing slightly in the face of Offroad's relentless persistence. As they grappled with each other in the confined space of the shower, Daou couldn't help but wonder why he was giving in to Offroad's whims when he knew he shouldn't. But try as he might, he couldn't shake the feeling that their fates were intertwined in ways he couldn't begin to comprehend. And as they stood locked in their sticky embrace, Daou couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them both.

*

As the water cascaded down around them, enveloping them in its warm embrace, Offroad and Daou stood facing each other in the small confines of the shower. The air between them crackled with tension, each moment pregnant with unspoken words and unanswered questions.

"Why are you showering with clothes on stupid? Take them off," Daou's voice cut through the silence, his tone tinged with exasperation. Offroad chuckled in response, a playful glint in his eyes as he obeyed Daou's command. With a swift motion, he shed his clothes, revealing his naked form to Daou's scrutiny.

Daou's gaze lingered on Offroad's body, his eyes tracing the dark red spots known as hickeys that marred his skin. A pang of something tugged at Daou's heart as he recognized those kind of marks etched into Offroad's flesh. But he said nothing, the weight of his own secrets heavy on his shoulders..

But as Daou's gaze continued to roam over Offroad's body, he couldn't help but feel a pang of something akin to protectiveness stirring within him. For beneath the surface of his image, Daou sensed a vulnerability that mirrored his own.

And as they were in the bathtub, their bodies bathed in the warm glow of the water, Offroad couldn't help but notice the scars that covered most of Daou's skin surface. Offroad came closer to Daou, with a gentle touch, he traced his fingers over the rough patches of skin, his heart aching with a mixture of sympathy and understanding.

"What happened here?" Offroad's voice was soft, his eyes filled with concern as he met Daou's gaze.

Daou hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with memories of pain and loss. But in the end, he found himself opening up to Offroad, his words tumbling out in a rush of emotion.

"It's the injuries I got as a child," Daou explained, his voice tinged with bitterness. "It's when I was taken by a member of the mafia after both of my parents were murdered under the moonlight, they trained me without love or care, all I was made to be is just to be a part of this, not a family. I will have to continue this until my death to pay my respect."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, the gravity of his past sins pressing down on him like a suffocating weight.

But Offroad said nothing, his eyes filled with understanding as he wrapped his arms around Daou in a comforting embrace. "You're strong," Offroad whispered, his voice filled with admiration and respect.

And in that moment, as they stood locked in their shared embrace, Daou felt a glimmer of hope stirring within him. For in Offroad's arms, he found a sense of acceptance and understanding that he had long thought impossible.