Wonderland - TyThan Oneshots

Kill or be killed pt2

Kill or be Killed pt. 2

Tyler looked up when he heard slouching footsteps nearing. "Welcome back," he greeted Ethan. "Yeah..." was the mumbled response. Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Hey, you okay?" He sat up a little straight, signing the boy to come closer. "Yeah..." he repeated. Tyler pulled him closer by his collar until their faces were nearly touching.

"Your eyes. They don't shine. You're sad," he stated. Ethan looked away. "I'm not..." He paused. ""sad" or anything." The older man slid his thumb over his cheek. "You have been crying. Why would you cry when you aren't sad?" The blue haired boy bit his lip. "For you information, I just took a bath if you really want to know." He freed himself from Tyler and walked away in a failed attempt to hide his blush.

Ethan covered his patient with a blanket and laid himself down on the hard floor. They had found a cave in which they could hide from the other killers. "I don't find this fair," Tyler stated after some time. "I'm all warm and covered up and you have to sleep on a hard floor." The boy smiled. "It's no big deal. You're my patient – what kind of doctor would I be if I take the blanket from my patient?" Tyler stood up with a groan, ignoring the heavy protest of Ethan, and picked him up. Ethan's feet kicked the air. Tyler chuckled. "It'll be easier to just accept that you're sleeping under there too."

Ethan turned around so his back was facing the man next to him (somehow I hurt my elbow and thought "fuck" and I typed "his back was fucking the man next to him" and I had to reread it three times). He was blushing like a mad man – not only because he was sleeping next to an extremely attractive man...he wasn't too sure how Tyler would react to his reoccurring nightmares. He had them every day, until he woke up, out of breath and panting.

"No! Don't come closer!" he panted, falling onto the ground. "Leave me alone! I couldn't help it!"

The woman had tearstains on her cheeks and her eyes were red from crying. "You're so useless!" she screamed, slapping her hand on Ethan's cheek, leaving a red mark. "If you just weren't born! My life would be so much better!" Another slap. Ethan could feel the warmth of tears form behind his eyes. "Please...stop..."

The woman didn't stop. She put her hands on his neck until there was a red imprint where she put her hands. "You killed him! It's your fault! If you were just useful!" She let go of him with one hand. "Just die, you useless piece of shit!" Ethan choked and put his hands on her wrists in a desperate attempt to free himself. "Mom...please stop..."

Tyler opened his eyes. He saw Ethan turn around with a stressed expression. "No...please..." shit. That was the only thing going through his mind. Ethan is having a nightmare, what do I do? He watched the smaller boy turn and twist in his sleep. Tyler swallowed. He wrapped his arms around him, pressing their bodies together. He immediately noticed how warm Ethan was, and pressed the boy against his chest. "Shhh...It's alright," he whispered, pressing his lips against Ethan's forehead. "It'll be alright." And he also noticed how Ethan smiled in his sleep.

The woman got pulled off him by two muscular arms. "Get...off him..." someone groaned. His mom screamed a high pitched scream and disappeared in thin air. A tall man with brown curls stood in her place. Tyler. "T-thank you." Ethan's voice was raspy from the shortcoming of air. Tyler smiled. "Of course." He offered him his hand and pulled him onto his feet. "It's alright," Tyler whispered, embracing the boy tightly. "It'll be alright." Tyler pulled back a little bit, his hands still on Ethan's waist. He connected their lips – softly and sweetly. "It'll all be alright," he repeated.

Ethan woke up, cuddled up to Tyler. "Morning," the later said with a smirk. "T-Tyler! S-sorry," Ethan stuttered. "It's fine, I enjoyed it," Tyler smirked again. The boy covered his red face with his hands. "Let's just examine you and see if you're healed, it doesn't take too long to heal."