bsumone | Slightly less monstrous boys: prequel

"Bed. Some of these are...still open."

He could smell it. It wasn't a lot of blood due to the nature of the injuries but they definitely were there. It was better to let those close before he sat in water for any length of time. That was something he'd learned the hard way several years back when he'd finally gotten himself up the stairs.

Silvio did try to walk but wasn't that successful. The bulk of this was definitely Su-jin just dragging and carrying him.

Su-jin didn't expect a lot of help getting the wolf upstairs. He was weak and tired, probably three days starved, if not more. He didn't know the specifics of how werewolves dealt with the moon, or how soon it affected them. All he knew for sure was what he saw right now.

The only difficulty he had was due to their height difference. Silvio's weight was no bother, but he did feel bad practically dragging his taller friend up the stairs. But once he managed, he brought Silvio to his bed and laid him out there. If not a bath, Su-jin could at least get a warm, wet cloth and help clean his face and uninjured skin.

But first... "How long since you've eaten?" He brought supplies and ingredients for soups and stews. If Silvio hadn't eaten in a span of days, he would need something light to break his fast.

Sinking onto the bed, Silvio winced at how even the soft bedding still ached against his wounded flesh. But it was better than the dirty basement. That was always the bonus really.

"Two days." He could usually manage to eat something during the day on the first day before he weakened entirely for the rest of the full moon. "Usually I don't manage to eat anything for another two or three. And it's whatever I can jump the easiest."

Because this was not an ideal situation for any wolf dealing with the full moon. Usually there was a pack to bring balance and life could go back to normal right away. Not for one who was alone though.

Su-jin nodded and hummed his acknowledgment. "Let me start some soup. Or just broth if you don't think you can handle anything solid yet." He trusted that Silvio knew what his stomach could tolerate better than anyone. He's been handling this by himself for a decade, after all.

"I can handle solids. Usually my first good is a freshly caught rat or a rabbit." Neither of which were ever cooked. He would just eat them as they were.

Closing his eyes, he let himself try to relax so he could properly start healing. But before Su-jin left the room he spoke again. "Thanks. For coming back."

Well, Su-jin couldn't really blame him for devouring whatever was available once he had the strength for it, could he? There was very little others could eat that could disgust him.

"I like keeping my word when I can." It's not like he had a terribly regimented life. As long as he could get back to Tiras every 15 days or so, everything would be fine. "I'll be back soon, alright?"

And with that, he made his way to the kitchen to prepare a simple chicken noodle soup. He figured the protein would definitely help Silvio regain his strength. Once he had the broth simmering, he found a large bowl and filled it with warm water. A cloth and a towel were draped over his arm when he returned. He set the bowl on the bedside table and dipped the cloth in before wringing it out so it was only damp. Then he began to wipe and the sweat and dirt on Silvio's face.

"Do you put anything on the wounds? Ointment or something like that?"

"If I can get to it I do. I wasn't able to refill my supplies before the full moon this time though." Because of his eyes. But there was no need to bring that up when they both knew the reason.

The warm cloth felt good on his face and he held still to let Su-jin do whatever he needed. The man was here to help. He wasn't about to be a difficult patient.

"The burns probably need to be cleaned first though. I know I writhe from the silver when I go feral so there's definitely dirt in there."

"I brought some medicines. And fresh clothes." Surely once Silvio is clean, patched up, and has his strength back, he'll want a proper wash and some clean clothes. Until then, this cloth and bowl of water will have to do. He swiped the cloth gently against Silvio's skin, forehead, cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his chin and jaw. Then Su-jin's eyes fell on the black burn around his neck. He couldn't help the soft gasp at seeing how bad those direct contact wounds were up close. He dipped the cloth back in the bowl, wrang it out and then hesitated.

"Is it okay for me to clean them?"

"Better than them getting infected for a couple days. I've dealt with that before." To say it wasn't fun would be putting it mildly. Way too mildly. He didn't know how these looked but he knew that it was bad.

"Don't worry about me. Just clean what you can. I can roll over after so you can get the back." Weak though his voice was, his mind was sound. It was clear this was a powerful creature currently trapped in a wounded form of his own making. Because it was the only option he had to protect people.

He could tell from the looks of the burns that touching them, even with utmost tenderness, would be painful. "Try to relax, if you can." He gently used his free hand to tilt Silvio's chin up he could see the injury better. A soft exhale and he began to dab the cloth along that burned skin. He thought that would be less painful than wiping across such ruined skin.

"Let me know if it's too much."

"I can handle it. Anything is better than silver." He could say that with full confidence even as he winced and gritted his teeth while the damaged skin was gently cleaned. It would be so nice when those started to heal more. For now he'd just...have to live with it.

"Do your kind have weaknesses to things?" So he could make sure to not keep them around his place.

"I don't know any others like me to say with any certainty," he mused, hoping the conversation would help distract Silvio from even a little of the pain. "I haven't encountered anything I would call a weakness. I know that I'll grow very ill if I don't feed regularly. I'm pretty certain I'll die if I lose too much of my blood or viscera or if I'm beheaded. Other than that? I don't know of anything."

Others often called him a vampire, but he could walk in daylight, didn't have to worry about resting in the soil of his native land, crossing running water was no feat for him. The Greek Lamia were like him, but they were mostly female and seduced lovers for the sole purpose of satisfying both sexual and and physical hungers. The Greeks also had their Vrykolakas, but again... Su-jin didn't have to return to some grave on Saturdays.

"That'll make it easier to keep my place safe for my new friend."

Silvio smiled a bit but he seriously meant it. They'd only met a few days ago but this man had more than proven himself. He'd earned the right to be called a friend by him and he smiled a bit as he got more comfortable. Well, as comfortable as he could get. He was going to struggle until he was fully healed.

"Were you born as you are? Or made?" Werewolves could only be made as far as he knew.

He was careful to rewet the cloth frequently and move it gently over the wounded skin. He made his way across Silvio's neck, over his chest and shoulders, then down his arms to deal with the more minor burns there and the heavy ones at his wrists. Between that and the sight in the cellar, he could figure out how Silvio kept others safe while he was feral.

"I was born this way. The hunger didn't start until I was nearly a grown man. When my family suspected, they abandoned me. So I was on my own since then. When I came West, I was easily discovered and people with more knowledge and authority than me made the introduction between me and my partner. He's able to regenerate even lethal wounds. Being with him allows me live without killing anyone."

"The council right? I've heard of them." They usually left wolves alone because they weren't likely to be found in large populations. Anyone killed by them were idiots wandering too close to wolf territory during the full moon. It wasn't like all the creatures who lived in cities who had to figure out how to hide from the world around them.

"I'm glad you have someone who can help you manage the hunger. Going feral...it's not easy." And he had to do it every month. He knew how rough it was.

When that cloth tapped something particularly sensitive, he tensed but otherwise he stayed still. Su-jin didn't need him thrashing about when he was trying to help him.

Su-jin saw the tension and eased up on that gentle pressure. He kept his eyes on his work, even as he continued with the slightly uncomfortable conversation.

"Yes, the council. I'm sure by now their influence is all over the world, not just in Europe. Or groups like them." That's how monsters like him get dealt with to protect the rest. One rogue creature with a signature was all it might take to have humanity discover that they walk among them.

"I don't think there's a name for what I am."

"Then you don't need a name for what you are. You're Su-jin and that's what matters to me the most."

The person. Not the monster. Every monster had drawbacks but he wasn't going to focus on Su-jin's. He wanted to know the person instead. This person who was now a friend of his and one he hoped to have for many years to come.

"If I wasn't using silver chains I bet the council would want to keep me in check too. So we're doing our best."

"I'm grateful to them," he admitted as he rewet the cloth and continued on cleaning the sweat and dirt of Silvio's skin. "They gave me a chance for a real life." But he also understood they should be feared. The fate of people like him were always in their hands. What if there was someone else out there like him with no regenerative partner?

"It's my understanding that wolves aren't, generally speaking, a major threat to humans. I have only encountered a few like you before. I got the impression that I put them off." Maybe it was because of his scent? Or that he was another predator to compete with.

"We can smell what other creatures eat. So they probably shy away from you because they don't want to get problems with the council. Plus, all predators clash unless they find a balance between them."

Something that was a lot easier for him to do right now without a pack. His instincts were longing for companionship more than defending territory or packmates. "Pack tends to stick tightly together. It's how they maintain balance so no one gets hurt or lost."

"It sounds ideal," he mused wistfully. But he had Tiras for balance -- a wanton monster to his hesitant one. He'd be lost without Tiras... not to mention in a lot of danger. He could only imagine how difficult it must be for Silvio without his pack to see him through times like this.

He continued wiping Silvio's skin clean, especially careful around his wounds. He made his way down each arm, over his abdomen, and then jumped to his legs. No sense in making things uncomfortable. Once he was ready, Silvio would have a proper bath anyway.

"I feel like my partner provides that for me. Balance. I doubt I'd still be alive without him."

"It smells like it. I can smell the guilt you carry but I also smell that you're balanced and taking care of yourself."

Silvio opened his eyes to stare sightlessly at the ceiling above him. Mostly he was preparing himself for how much it was going to hurt soon to roll over and make it easier to do his back next. It wasn't like he could actually see after all.

"What's he like? Your partner."

Well, better care of himself. He should feed more often than he does, but he no longer starves himself to the brink. That's been a habit long since put to rest, thanks to Tiras.

"He's a handful," Su-jin offered with no hesitation. There's also a deep fondness in the words. Tiras was a brat, but that was only for Su-jin to know. "He's older than me and a wanton monster. In addition to his regenerative abilities, he's an incubus. I suppose it's easier to embrace what you are when you have to option not to kill those on whom you feed."

"If I remember right, incubi have to teach themselves to do that by having a powerful will. My alpha knew one and wouldn't let the pack near him because he couldn't control his appetites and when he saw someone he liked he would just drain in full without thinking about. Pretty sure most incubi have to be contained. The fact that your partner can actually control himself?"

Silvio let out a laugh before he regretted it and groaned. Shit, that hurt. "He must be scary."

"I'm sure he can be." No, Su-jin has no doubt of it. The way Tiras is able to take sips of his human partners, such small sips that they're able to walk out the door when he's done with them. And he knows for a fact that what Tiras takes from him would kill a normal human.

"Neither of us socialize much with other non-humans. Tiras more than me. I've known a few others in my time. I wouldn't really call them friends. It's more like a wary meeting of rivals when we come across each other. You're one of the first I've met who hasn't fled at, forgive the turn of phrase, the sight of me." Or the scent, in this case.

"Let me help you turn over, okay?"

"Maybe I'm lonely," he joked. "But no. I could tell you were safe when I smelled you so I ran with that."

All the way home honestly because here was Su-jin in his home helping him after the full moon. This was when he was at his most vulnerable but he only felt safe and protected. Enough to be ready to expose his back to him. Literally.

"Thanks."

It was still painful to do so and he growled at how it felt but soon relaxed again on his stomach.

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