thank god my wife is always helping me with the banners ANYWAY!!! some sebesil from one of my finished fics that I've never published and probably never will, but who knows before you all jump on me, in my cold war au these two idiots in love are in their 30s, far from home and in a not-so-safe environment...well, at least they have each other!! Sebek is sure ready to take care of Silver iykyk~ happy birthday to our beautiful boy ā”ļøš”ļø
āFor how long will you shut yourself up here?ā Sebekās figure appeared at the door, resembling a saint who had just climbed up his way through hell. The hallwayās warm light played with the shadows on the manās face, making him look sharper, severe. Sebekās beard, left untouched by his owner, helped in crafting the image of a stern individual.
Silver left out a sigh. He didnāt possess any strength to start arguing with Sebek. Silver had enough already, of both quarrels and shouts. He let himself indulge in another sip of whiskey, directly from the bottle, only to get ready to deal with Sebekās fury.
āItās not as if Iām having fun,ā Silver stabbed back at him, his voice shaky. He sucked at holding his liquor. Nothing to do with Sebek, who was able to swallow one beer after another, the hairs on his face always soaked in that foam emanating a strong, yeast-kind scent. That image alone was enough to make Silver hard.Ā
Perhaps, it was his fatherās whiskey fault; Silver felt himself break, as if alcohol was enough to resurface all of the pent up distress of the last week. Sebek gave him a worried look. Then, he locked the door.
Silver tried standing up, reaching his man walking towards him as Sebek was unable to let his eyes look at anything else in the room.
āIāve never said youāre fond of this situation,ā Sebek, puzzled, took the whiskey bottle from the desk. Silver looked at him carefully examining his fatherās latest gift. Then, with a clipped gesture, Sebek opened the bottle to take a sip from its liquid, the warm alcohol burning his throat. Sebek swallowed hard, and that simple act made his Adamās apple shiver.Ā
Silver, carefully looking at the simple act of drinking, at Sebekās rosy cheeks because of the whiskey, almost didnāt notice the other manās disgusted face.
āYour father really needs to stop sending us all these shitty presents,ā Sebek bursted after cleaning his mouth with the help of his own sweater. Silver noticed how Sebekās knuckles were broken from the cold, blood now all crusty on the yellowish skin. Silver had to remind himself they needed to buy new creams for Sebekās hands, or those simple cuts would become as large as craters even before springās arrival.
āAlso,ā Sebek left the whiskey bottle on the desk, his eyes set on Silver. It was in that moment that Silver felt himself shrinking against those furious eyes; yet, Sebekās severe irises were also full of worries, and Silver felt his stomach flip.
āYou really need to stop working like a dog. If your desire is to leave this world before youāre able to reach your forties, youāre surely on the right track.ā
Silver tried to open his mouth, yet the alcohol made his resistance useless. His mind, now exhausted, recharged on the whiskey, sucking the liquid from the blood at such a high speed it resembled a bug jumping on the very first flower after a hard winter. Suddenly, Silver felt that his communication skills were there no more; he was left with only a repetitive stutter, his words emptied of all their meaning. Sebek looked at Silverās pathetic attempt to defend himself and sighed.
āAre you too drunk to answer me, or do you still possess any kind of will?ā his partner asked him, almost a bit annoyed, his left eyebrow raised in a perfect arch. Silver seemed to regain his composure a little.
āIf you have some request for me,ā Silver tried, slowly.
āTurnā yet, Sebek was quick to cut him, with a warm voice that didnāt go unnoticed. Silver still frowned, as his mind wasnāt able to grasp as quickly as his own body the commandās warmth.
āWhat do you have in mindā¦ā
It was Sebek the one that turned him over, with so much more gentleness that Silver had expected given his tone of voice.
āIām taking care of you, you fucking imbecile.ā
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