Twisted Protector

Hurt Me, It's All Fine

(Brady's POV)

Hands gripping his collar to unlock it brought Brady out of memory lane. Blue eyes looked to see Greyson drop the power blocking item. He hadn't even heard him come back, his vampire abilities making him nearly silent. How long had he been gone?

The vampire did not even bother undressing before climbing in the bed. He seemed tired and weary as he sat down. They faced each other, and Brady was still too shocked to speak. "I'm tired, Brady." Why did it feel like there were multiple meanings behind those three words? He licked his lips and still stayed quiet.

"You leave, fine. You hurt me, fine. I'm going to sleep." The defeat in his voice hurt Brady, and he still could not find anything to say. He rolled over to turn the TV off, and he turned into his wolf form. He laid down near Greyson, his head facing the door, ready to watch over him.

"Isn't this just rich? My safety can't bother you too much." The sneered words had him look to the other male, who had his knees pulled to him to avoid contact. This caused Brady to curl up to give him space. He turned back to the door, still unable to find words for him. He felt like he was sleep walking, unable to talk when he needed to scream his feelings. "Fuck off." Grey muttered before turning away from him to go to sleep.

Brady closed his eyes to stop tears from coming, he really had fucked everything up. His whole watch he stayed still and awake, even when Greyson turned to him in his sleep. It was crazy how after all this time they still sought each other out. Brady needed him, would always need him, and probably lost him forever now. Grey was the fire that kept him alive, but both of them were going to go up in the dying smoke at this rate.

A knock came to the door later. The scent was unfamiliar to Brady, but he could also smell food. Whoever stood on the other side left, their footsteps loud to his sensitive ears. Definitely not a vampire, then.

Greyson still did not stir from where he lay, the other guy's hand touching his side. Getting up was slow going because he did not wish to disturb Grey. Coward, he mocked himself as he phased before going to open the door. There was no one around, not that he would have cared if someone saw him nude, and he looked down to see bags. Grey must have ordered supplies. He brought all the stuff in after two trips... all of this seemed a little overboard to him.

Brady knew most of this food was for himself. His master did not crave much of anything besides blood. He left a pack of steaks out on the counter before putting everything else away. Nothing has changed from when he called this place home. It was all auto memory for the werewolf.

After everything was in its rightful home, he started to cook the meat. Well, he cooked his to his satisfaction. The smell made his stomach growl. He definitely needed to eat more. Eyes could be felt behind him, the only clue that he was no longer the only one awake anymore. Still, he did not turn to look. Not even a peek as he comtinued to cook the food. Coward again he mocked himself.

Greyson's steak literally only got put on long enough to be warmed. The blood ran on the plate. The silence besides the cooking had been a bit nerve wrecking for him. He looked to the hazel eyes that have been silently calling him. His expression was hard to read, he sat up with a knee bracing his arm that his head was propped up by.

Brady grabbed a water before approaching the bed with both plates. "Thanks." It was short and clipped, but at least Grey spoke as he took his plate. Not wanting to crowd the vampire, Brady sat near the edge with his own food. The meat would have remained untouched until Grey started eating.

The stressful silence made the food taste bland as he chewed. He had to use the water to help himself swallow at times. The plate was only half empty when he called it quits, unable to force chew anymore. It went to sit on Grey's empty one, not even a trace of blood visible.