I don't own this I just ship it!~ Todd is a teenager and Johnny's in his 20s. No pedophilia! Sorry for the confusion!
Todd stared dumbly at the pile of bloody clothes Johnny had left lying around his room. Last night activities burned through his mind. The tearing of clothes and flesh, all the blood… The images seemed to bubble up to the surface of is thoughts.
Sighing Todd began gathering Johnny's clothes and the remainder of his shredded pajamas. Throwing them out he headed back to his room with the strongest cleaners he had. He started the nightmarish task of cleaning up what most people would mistake as a horrible crime scene.
"Squee?"
Looking at his bed Todd was greeted with the sight of Johnny. His skinny form barely covered by Todd's happy face covers. Smiling Todd bent over and scrubbed the dark brown stains.
"Yes Johnny?"
Glaring Johnny sat up revealing a series of scratch marks Todd had made.
"I thought I told you to call me NNY?"
Nodding Todd got up and walked over to the bedside.
"Sorry my thoughts are all messed up right now."
Grumbling Johnny grabbed Todd's small waste pulling under the warm covers.
"You shouldn't be moving. You've lost a lot of blood and I'm sure you still have some pain."
Chuckling Todd squirmed around trying to get comfortable in Johnny's arms.
"If I don't clean the now the stains will set.
"Let them. That way you won't forget."
"NNY I don't think I'll be able to forget even if I tried."