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Bandit!Sanemi
Bartender!Giyuu
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“Someone did a number on you this time, huh?” Two eyes searched his face, trying to catch his gaze and draw his attention closer.Sanemi didn’t let him see, kept his face turned to the side, and his sights on his lap. He didn’t answer Giyuu’s question, never acknowledged it, not with a grunt, or a shrug, or a sigh. He was silent.
Giyuu’s hands worked softly— delicately— on Sanemi’s abdomen. He’d came in hobbling, barely catching his breath, and with his hand over his side. Blood slivered down the gaps in his fingers, and Giyuu had thought the absolute worse.
“You’re lucky,” He continued after a few beats of silence. “Lucky that there wasn’t a bullet lodged in you.” His gaze flickered down to Sanemi’s muscular body, lingering at his chest for a moment before it fell on the white loops of bandages he’d just finished applying.
Sanemi remained silent before he finally rasped softly, “Can I get a drink?” And looked at Giyuu’s face.
“What for?”
“To numb the feeling.”
“Serves you right,” Giyuu narrowed his eyes, looking up again before Sanemi could avert his gaze. “Now you see the trouble your recklessness can get you into.”
“Please?” He forced his voice steady, and tilted his head downwards slightly, breathing in deeply through his nose to calm his racing heart. He saw a fire in Giyuu’s eyes, but unlike any he could see. It was blue, but it was searing, unlike the sky, or the faint tint of the moon..
He could see it waver, and then almost extinguish. Giyuu’s fingers brushed along his cheek, making him shiver at the suddenness. Giyuu was careful, and gently brushed his thumb across Sanemi’s much paler, much rougher skin.
“I’ll get you water,” He murmured. “Then, you can rest. I don’t want you to have any alcohol, okay?” He saw frustration briefly flash in Sanemi’s gaze, and soothed it with his thumb once more. “Do you want a room? It’s much better than this hard floor.”
Sanemi leaned into his hand a bit as he thought. The upstairs area to the saloon always had a few other people, and it irked him to think about. Right now, he wanted to be completely alone with Giyuu, as alone as he could get, at least.
“..You got your own room?” He asked, and Giyuu blinked at him.
“Yes,” He squinted at him a bit, like he was unsure. “..You wanna sleep in there?”
“Together.” He added quickly, and he grabbed onto Giyuu’s sleeves a bit more forcefully than he meant, if he even meant to at all. “..I don’t want to be alone.” He whispered, like it was a secret.
Giyuu stared at him, long enough to make Sanemi’s heart race. He worried that he’d been too.. too much, he guessed. He worried that he’d weirded Giyuu out.
He as surprised when Giyuu chuckled, and gently set his hands over his. “How else would we be sleeping? It’s my room.” He tilted his head at him a moment after, smiling warmly. “Are you alright? It’s okay, Sanemi—
Sanemi shivered and let him go, pulling his hands away and then nodding. “Yeah, can we just go to sleep?” He blurted, shifting around to pull himself up.
Pain shot through his side, and he grunted, swaying forwards and squeezing his eyes shut, bracing himself for a fall that was sure to come, and sure to hurt.
But that didn’t happen. Hands caught him and stopped his fall, his head was spinning, but he managed to hear a gentle voice soothe his ears.
“..Easy, Sanemi. You’re going to make yourself sick. Let me help you, just relax.”
He breathed shakily as a hand gently slid over his back, and around to press at his ribs gently. The other reached down, grabbing his hand, intertwining their fingers. “..Why are you doing this—“
Giyuu cut him off quickly. “Just push yourself up for me, I got you.”
Sanemi, with some strain, managed to lift himself to his feet while Giyuu gently held him, making it at least a bit easier to do so.
Giyuu led him slowly, holding his hand in his, squeezing to let him know that he really was there. He was quiet, but the touch was all Sanemi needed. Giyuu let go of his hand briefly to open his bedroom door, but before Sanemi’s heart could sink lower, Giyuu’s hand was back, and it’s grasp was firm.
Once sat down at the edge of the bed, Giyuu crouched down and removed Sanemi’s boots, then gently easing him back.
Sanemi felt airy and light the moment he laid down, his head sinking into the pillow below him. When Giyuu’s hand loosened, threatening to slip from his own, he squeezed and opened his eyes. It was embarrassing, but he wanted to stay connected. He wanted their fingers to remain intertwined, and he wanted Giyuu to remain close. He looked up at Giyuu’s face, and paused when he saw his eyes.
They were like two rising suns. Warm and glowing, heating his skin after a cold night the moment they landed on him, making his core feel like it was blooming with comfort. He felt guilty for holding onto Giyuu so tight, for refusing to let him go, for coming back in such rough shape, and worrying him to no end. What did he, Sanemi, do to deserve such a calming look? What had he ever given to be rewarded by the gods above?..
“Don’t let go.” He whispered.
“I won’t.” Giyuu whispered back. “It’s okay. Go to sleep.. You look beat.” He reached down with his free hand, and brushed Sanemi’s bangs back to get a better look at his face. Sanemi’s forehead was warm, which was worrisome. After a pause, Giyuu added, “Rest will make your recovery smoother.”
“You’ll be here, won’t you?” Sanemi fought back at the tug that pulled his eyelids down. He was itching for sleep, he wouldn’t lie, but he didn’t want to wake up alone.
“I’ll be here.” Giyuu responded softly, rubbing his thumb over his forehead. “Just please rest.”
Sanemi sighed through his nose, finally letting his eyes slip shut. The feelings faded from his body as darkness quickly enveloped him.. and he sunk into a quiet sleep..
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