museland; Malba; Zelos
Who: Zelos Wilder (Leon); Malba Nuiwa (Rae)
Where: Their bedroom.
When: Nighttime. |:
What: Zelos wakes up to an empty bed. He's cold and sweepy, dammit. T_T Also wants to know why Malba got up. |: Snuggles, sweepy-Zelos, worried-Zelos, pathetic-Malba ensues. Apparently Zel has been ill, or exhausted himself somehow, so. Malba wants to take care of him, dammit. ):
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This way is so much easier for me to read, haha. Ahem, but yeah. Sorry, Mals. You're just useless. But hey, Zel, he's fine, really. He probably just went and handled it like usual. You know. Hang out in the bathroom or alley, talking to dead!Jinya, puking his guts up. |: The usual.


Zelos: N-nn. T_T Mals? Where'd you go? 'm cold....

Malba: ... right here, kid. Sorry, heh.

Zelos: [Reaches a hand out, blindly searching for Malba. He. He needs snuggles.]

Malba: *Malba lays himself beside the boy, wrapping an arm about him, drawing him against him.* ... Here. I'll warm you up, heh.

Zelos: [Feeling Malba's body pressed snugly up against his own, Zelos gives a slight purr.] Mmm. Warm hunny....

Malba: *Malba lets out a soft laugh, brushing a hand through long strands of red.* Yeah? Good. *he gently states.*

Zelos: How come... you got out of bed? [he asks, his eyes blinking open to regard Malba.] You okay? You... [Zelos presses his face lightly against Malba's, resting their cheeks together.] Nn... fever's not too high, so....

Malba: *Malba leans his warm cheek into Zelos' cooler one, giving an affectionate nuzzle.* Just... couldn't sleep, kid. I'm fine. *he reassures the boy, a soft smile on his lips.*

Zelos: ... were you dreamin'? [he mumbles, his head dipping, instead resting on Malba's shoulder.]

Malba: *Malba pauses for a moment, images of his newest dreams flickering through his mind. He gives a roll of his red eyes, drawing Zelos even closer against him.* Yeah. Just stupid dreams, kid. That's all.

Zelos: 'mm sorry, hunny. Shoulda... shoulda woke me up. [he gently replies, his voice somewhat muffled by Malba's pajamas. The redhead curls up closer to his lover, his arms wrapping loosely around the man's body.]

Malba: Not a big deal, brat. Must not have been that bad, right? I didn't spazz out and shit or whatever. *he dryly remarks, a tint of bitter humor to his voice.* I'm fine. *he gently states once more, his hand beginning a slow, steady massage to the boy's back.*

Zelos: If it woke you up, it's bad en--... nn.... [Zelos presses into Malba's touch, releasing a small sigh.] ... gonna put me to sleep, hunny.

Malba: Yeah? Wouldn't that be fucking terrible. *Malba dryly states, continuing those slow, gentle caresses.* Get some more sleep, kid. *he gently adds, another soft smile forming on his pale lips.*

Zelos: [Zelos presses into his hands, his body arching and stretching, almost cat-like.] Not 'til you do....

Malba: I'm going to, dork. Laying here, aren't I? Stop being a dork and go back to sleep. You need it more than I do right now, anyway. *he gently points out, noting the way Zelos stretches into his touch with a small, affectionate smirk.*

Zelos: You first, hunny. Not sleepin' 'til you sleep. [he says firmly--or as firmly as possible for someone who is so damn drowsy.]

Malba: Uh-huh. Whatever you say, brat. *Malba says with a roll of his eyes, his hand moving up and down the boy's frame. He begins to gently caress his hair with his other, in that same slow, steady pattern.*

Zelos: [Zelos releases another sigh, his head pressing back against Malba's touch. It... it feels so damn good, and he can't help but start to feel himself on the edge of sleep.] ... nn....

Malba: *Malba's pretty damn sure if he continues those gentle touches, the boy will fall back into that much needed slumber. So he strokes through those long red locks, caresses along Zelos' back, carefully watching the boy.* Rest, kid. *he whispers, placing a kiss to his drowsy lover's head.*

Zelos: M-mals... [he gently whines, his lips forming a pout. He... as good as this feels, he doesn't want to sleep. He doesn't want to leave Malba all alone.] Don't... wanna....

Malba: ... Just rest then, huh? Just... lay here with me, kid. *Malba gently remarks, a soft smile on his lips at that whine tinting his lover's voice. The kid could be so fucking stubborn. Still, he's pretty sure Zelos will eventually be unable to fight that sleep, so he's not going to argue it.* Just rest.

Zelos: [Zelos releases another one of those sleepy sighs, his whole body untensing as he does. He nuzzles a bit more firmly into Malba's round shoulder, giving it a kiss.] Don't want... you to be all alone...

Malba: Kid. I'm not alone. As long as you're here, I'm fine. *Malba softly retorts, leaning in to give his lover's head another gentle kiss.* Doesn't matter whether you're awake or asleep, Zelos. You're here. That's... heh. More than enough for me.

Zelos: You sure? [he asks, his voice a slow drawl, yet that uncertainty still clearly obvious.]

Malba: I'm positive, dork. *Malba firmly responds, letting out a soft, quiet laugh.* Stop worrying so fucking much.

Zelos: [Zelos peers up from his position at Malba's shoulder.] ... mmm. Like you wouldn't be if the tables were turned.

Malba: *Malba releases a sigh, his smile waning.* Kid... there's nothing to be worried about though. Really. *he gently states.*

Zelos: ... what'd you dream about?

Malba: ... *Malba closes his eyes for a moment, struggling not to let that shaky breath escape him.* Not important, kid. Just... typical shit.

Zelos: If it's... if it's typical, then you can tell me, right? [Zelos pulls himself from Malba's shoulder, instead laying his head down on one of their pillows.] C'mon, hunny....

Malba: Stubborn brat. *Malba finally releases that shaky breath, giving a soft, wry laugh. He's not getting out of this, is he.* Blood. A... a lot of fucking blood. On... on Jin. On you. Fucking... fucking blood.

Zelos: ... and that's not important? Malba... [This time, Zelos is the one to draw Malba into a close embrace. He holds him against his frame, squeezing him tight.] No blood, hunny.

Malba: *Malba allows himself to be drawn into that firm embrace, his body giving a light shiver at those... fucking images. Goddamn dreams.* Not... not really. Nothing new. Just... stupid shit, heh. *he murmurs, his eyelids closing.* No... no blood. *But there was. Blood... so much fucking blood.*

Zelos: Doesn't matter if it's new. It's still important. [he says, giving a slight nod of his head.] ... Look at me, hunny. Do I look hurt to you? Could I... could I hold you like this if I was dead?

Malba: *Malba slowly opens his eyes, pulling back enough to gaze at that beautiful face he loves so much. ... He grits his teeth, struggling against those brief flickers of blood tainting his vision.

It's not real. He casts the boy a soft smile, pressing his head back against that firm shoulder.* ... you're alive, kid. Right here. *he murmurs.*

Zelos: Damn right I am. And if you want, I'd be happy to prove it to you. Dead guys don't have all the great moves I do, after all. [he says, smirking.]

Malba: Heh. You're such a dork. *Malba mumbles against that shoulder, letting out a quiet, soft laugh.* That's... a good thing, though. So you know. Damn good thing....

Zelos: ... you wanna get up and have something to drink? Think there's still some juice left in the fridge.

Malba: Nah, I'm... I'm fine, kid. Let's just... let's just lay here, like I said. *Malba softly murmurs. For one thing, he really doesn't feel like drinking at the moment, but more importantly, he wants the boy to stop worrying over his sorry ass and rest.*

Zelos: What about a shower? Some bubbles, a nice massage.... [he feebly suggests, searching for something, anything that might catch Malba's interest.] Come on, hunny... wanna make it better.

Malba: *Malba presses a little more firmly into that shoulder, a soft smile in place on his pale lips.* This is making it better, dork.

Zelos: ... yeah, but... I wanna take it all away. Most of it, anyway.

Malba: Kid.... *He pauses, unsure how to answer this. He... he wants the boy to rest, wants to ease that worry, but he....* Don't want you pushing yourself. Supposed.... supposed to be taking care of you. *he softly mumbles, a melancholy tint bleeding into his voice.*