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Manepear held Bacon's injured body against him. They both laid on Manepears bed with Bacon sleeping like the dead.
The only thing that Bacon had on were bandages wrapped around his whole torso, thighs, neck, arm and his abdomen paired with some shorts. Clothes were too painful to put on so Manepear decided to allow Bacon's body to breathe.
Manepear himself was only in his pants, his shirt was folded somewhere. Bacon rested his head on his shoulder and had an arm on his chest, right over the sun tattoo.
The disgusting smell of bandages was in the air reminding Mane why he couldn't go to sleep yet. Or he could, but it wouldn't be a very deep one anyway.
Mane rested his eyes while the same arm Bacon rested on was under him and carefully was pressed against his lower back. Manes ear twitched and he moved his tail to more comfortable position.
The blindfold that Mane always had on was now on the nightstand. He opened his eyes to look at the exhausted form of his mate. His thumb soothingly traced Bacon's tailbone.
When Bacon came to Manepears base covered in blood that was indeed his and collapsed to the ground, he was sure when Bacon was more lucid he would do everything to drag out any information Bacon had on the players that did that do him.
Then track them down and make them run from him. They won't run far anyway.
He did try training Bacon but he never had that big of a interest in it. But Mane always forced Bacon to train with Mane atleast once a day just to avoid these kind of situations. But Mane was proud in a way.
He was pretty sure that Bacon managed to kill a nice portion of them before retreating back to Mane. Smart move on Bacon's part honestly.
They've been living together for some time now. Or- well- a really long time. Mane and Bacon travelled together ever since Mane decided to go missing.
Bacon and he met randomly. Bacon managed to push Mane into ice cold water so he chased Bacon down for few days before eventually becoming friends.
And that formed into something much deeper. Mane loved Bacon. He really fucking did.
That's why it hurt to see Bacon so pained even while sleeping. His body had some spots where the muscles were tensed, his breathing hitched few times and he twitched here and there.
Mane didn't know how to help him, he really didn't. But this was his own fault anyway. He let someone into his heart and now he had to deal with it. But he wouldn't give it away for anything.
Mane gently turned to face Bacon better, manoeuvring Bacon's head to he pressed against his chest and Manes own head to be on top of Bacon's.
Mane started to softly imitate a purr. He couldn't purr but he could make a noise similar to it that always calmed Bacon's down for some reason.
The things he does for Bacon...
Mane buried his face into Bacon's hair, hiding his face fully. His dreads were on the pillow hazardously. As much as he wanted to properly take care of them, he had something better to do.
He wanted to squeeze Bacon in his arms but he held back. He didn't want to cause him more pain than necessary. He sharpened his hearing to know if a intruder came.
This was going to be a long night...
Bacon's whole body hurt. It felt like it was on fire, knives were being stabbed into him repeatedly and was laying on glass shards. The only comfort offered the warmth from the solid surface he face was pressed against.
Bacon's muscles twitched and spasmed here and there. It really fucking hurt but he was good drained to make his pain be heard. Bacon slowly spread out his palm on the warm, hard object he was using as a pillow.
Bacon almost got a heart attack when he felt a warm hand gently pressing on his itchy areas around his wounds, pressing on it and moving back and forth, doothing the itch. Bless whoever is doing this.
Bacon managed to let out a satisfied release of air, continuing to enjoy the heavenly feeling of a warm body next to him and his needs being answered.
The hand that was getting rid of the itch disappeared, disappointing Bacon. The same hand took Bacon's hand into his and slowly outstretched the hand.
Bacon opened one of his eyes to see what the fuck Mane was doing. But he did have a idea on why. The hand was cramped on his side for a while, so stretching it was like heaven on earth and he definitely wasn't in the place to do anything on his own for now. He was quite dependent on his boyfriend now.
Bacon was pretty sure he drooled onto Manes chest but he knew that Mane wouldn't make a fuss about it.
He felt so fucking itchy but he was glad that the itch on his back was gone for now. He felt a kiss being pressed on his forehead followed by another on his temple.
"Hi baby." Manepear whispered.
Bacon couldn't find the strength to greet back so he just lightly squeezed Manes Index finger.
He felt incredibly weak but it would be definitely worth the pampering he will recieve.
Manepear smiled at the pressure on his finger. It was a sign that Bacon did make it through the night and would heal if properly taken care of. Not many were this lucky.
Mane gently detached himself from Bacon and then covering him with the furs. Bacon made a weak sound of confusion but Mane quickly reassured him.
"Don't worry, I will be right back." Mane said with care.
Bacon didn't answer, logically, but Mane didn't need him to. With one last kiss to the crown of his head, Mane went to look for fresh bandages and food.
The three scratch marks logo everywhere guided him to his stash. His spear was laying against a wall, waiting to be used.
And it will be used very, very soon.