A/N:I don't have anything in particular to say about this chapter - apart from 'sorry I'm not sorry' in advance - but I do want to thank every single one of you who has been reading, leaving comments on this story because God knows how much I need them! If I still haven't given up on this story it's all thanks to you, guys, so thank you so, so freaking much!
I wanna thank especially you, yes, I'm looking at you, amazing girlfriend who still bears with me and are so supportive of this bad writing habit of mine, and at you, Mari and Heather for being the amazing friends and readers that you are!
Finally, together we were destined,
I know what's best for us in the end
Someone hear me,
someone stop me,
someone listen,
why aren't you listening?
Betrayed; Avenged Sevenfold.
Anders might have woken up with a bitch of an hangover, dry mouth, messed up stomach and throbbing headache, but none of those things could hurt him more than not finding Mitchell on his side of the bed. He might have been drunk the night before, but he perfectly remembered that Mitchell had put him to bed and then Anders had made him promise to sleep with him, but Mitchell wasn't there and that both scared and pained him at the same time.
Anders pushed himself out of bed, dragging his still tired limbs towards the living room where he saw Mitchell's feet sticking out of one end of the couch. Well, he was still in the house at least, and that made him feel slightly better.
Yeah, until he stopped and the memory of him fucking Gaia into a public toilet slapped him across the face and he had to hold onto the nearest piece of furniture he could reach. He sucked in a few deep breaths, trying to calm down and play cool.
"Anders?" Mitchell's voice came suddenly, startling Anders who promptly perked up.
"Hey," Anders replied as he saw the vampire sitting up and running long fingers through dark curls, "didn't mean to wake you, just wanted to check... On you."
Mitchell rested his chin on the back of the couch, looking way too much like a sleepy puppy dog "If I were still in the house?" he asked, brows nearly disappearing into his hairline.
Anders hung his head and nervously rubbed the back of his neck as he replied weakly "Maybe?"
Mitchell smiled bitter "No, if I had to leave again I wouldn't have come back at all," he explained with a shrug.
Anders nearly collapsed with relief, but managed to steady himself against the wall "But you didn't want to sleep with me," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
"You can't expect too much from me after what happened, can you?" that hint of a smile from before had faded away completely from Mitchell's face, curving his lips into a slight frown.
Anders nodded and didn't say anything, but deep inside he was telling himself that he really didn't deserve a thing, after betraying his man twice in a matter of hours.
Mitchell decided to break the silence, folding his arms over the back of the couch and resting his chin on them "I have a shift later, will you be alright on your own?"
Anders snorted "What? I'm not five," he furrowed his brows at his boyfriend's words.
Mitchell huffed "Well, right now you're acting like you were," he rolled his eyes "I meant with the hangover and all the rest."
"Oh," Anders raised his eyebrows and shrugged a shoulder "Yeah, I guess. I'll just pop an aspirin or two and I should be fine," he rubbed at his right eye, as he felt the headache pounding right behind it. "I'm definitely staying home, today," he announced in a tired voice, because he truly was exhausted from the past days and he could use a break.
Mitchell nodded, even if he didn't particularly like the thought of Anders being home alone while he was at work, but he needed to force himself to stop being so paranoid about everything. "Want me to get you that aspirin?" he asked with a slight tilt of the head.
Anders shook his head softly "It's okay, I just..." he licked his lips and sucked in a deep breath "Can I stay on the couch with you for a bit?"
Mitchell tensed up at the question because Anders had actually felt the need to ask him something like that, so even if he was still holding a bit of a grudge on Anders, Mitchell beckoned him over. The bright, genuine smile that he got in return, when Anders walked up to him and crawled into his lap told him that he had made the right decision. Mitchell wrapped his arms around Anders and nuzzled his neck, letting his eyes drop shut as he relaxed into the hug.
"How come you decided to come back?" Anders began as he nosed at Mitchell's jaw "I thought you were staying at Ty's," he inhaled the vampire's scent and placed a soft kiss to his neck.
Mitchell ran his fingers up and down the nape of Anders' neck, then absentmindedly began to draw nonsense between his shoulder blades "I just found it pointless to stay away from you," he shrugged a shoulder "you didn't do it on purpose, right?" his voice was trembling slightly with uncertainty, so he tried to mask it by clearing his throat.
Anders squeezed his eyes shut, guilt piercing through his chest as he heard those words "Of course not," and he definitely wasn't lying, but having done it another time made him feel horrible, especially because Mitchell had decided to come back, so he was pretty much forgiven – or so he hoped.
"I'm sorry this is just," Mitchell paused and took a soft grip on Anders shirt, the god reared back to look at him with a confused expression "it's hard, it's weird." was all Mitchell could say before he shrugged "Not that I'm normal, I mean, I'm a fucking vampire and–" his rambling was quickly cut off by Anders pressing his palm over his lips.
"Shut it, I get it. It is fucked up, everything concerning us is weird as fuck, I know, but it's okay." Anders' blurted out, then looked for reassurance in Mitchell's eyes "Or at least it will be, right?"
Mitchell sighed and rested his brow against Anders' "Of course, we'll work it out," he went back to gently stroke Anders' back to let him know that he didn't want to give up on them.
Guilt was consuming Anders, and for a moment he thought that he was going to confess what had just happened, tell Mitchell how this thing he felt inside was sucking the life out of him and slowly destroying him. He had hated his life when he was a kid, but when he turned 21 and gained his powers it seemed like a reward, having the ability to obtain everything you want just by using a mellow, seductive voice was such a great treat from life. But Mitchell had changed that perspective, and he had learned how delightful and satisfying it was to actually win something – or rather, someone – without using any power but just by being himself. And now that he had also learned about the awful forced attraction between gods and goddesses he had definitely started to hate being Bragi.
As he was completely lost in his painful thoughts he must have pulled quite an awful face or something, because Mitchell was staring at him genuinely worried.
"Are you okay?" Mitchell asked with knitted brows, then cupped Anders' chin "Don't you dare throw up on me, yeah?"
Anders blinked a few times, then scowled at him "What? No, I won't throw up on you, what the fuck?"
"Well you definitely looked like you were gonna be sick," Mitchell insisted as his boyfriend rolled his eyes.
"It's just a hangover, I'll be fine," he rubbed his forehead and let out a sigh "I guess I'll have that aspirin now."
"Good idea, c'mon let me up," Mitchell patted Anders' hip and waited for him to shift on the cushions to fetch a glass of water and an aspirin.
Anders rubbed at his eyes vigorously, then pressed his fingers against his temples, rubbing them in circles as he tried to soothe that horrible headache. He needed to get a grip, had to get a grip, he had slipped twice already and he couldn't afford to be weak anymore, he needed to be strong for Mitchell, just like Mitchell was being strong for him.
"Here," Mitchell walked back to the couch and handed him a pill and a glass of fresh water before taking a seat.
Anders smiled softly as he popped the pill into his mouth and then grabbed the glass to tip everything down; it was just when he was about to swallow the last sip of water that Gaia appeared against the nearest wall, writhing as she ran a hand down her poorly clad body, making him choke and cough up what was left of his glass of water.
"Shit! Are you alright?" Mitchell widened his eyes and took the glass from Anders' hand, quickly setting it on the coffee table to pat him firmly on the back.
A fit of cough and a few tears later, Anders finally calmed down and laid back against the armrest of the sofa "Fuck, I don't even know how to drink anymore," he said in a weak, nasal voice. Of course he still knew how to drink, he just didn't know how to deal with those damn visions anymore.
Mitchell snorted "Only water, though. You perfectly know how to empty a bottle of vodka," he commented with an arched brow as he stroke Anders' legs soothingly.
Anders pulled a face "You're so funny, gosh. If I hadn't nearly choked to death I'd be rolling on the floor in tears."
Mitchell promptly slapped Anders knee as he glared down at him.
"Ow! Dick," Anders frowned as he rubbed his knee.
"Are you sure you'll be alright on your own?" Mitchell asked again, concern wrinkling his features.
Anders huffed "Yes, Mitchell. I'll take it easy, don't worry. You've already taken too many days off from work, I don't want you to lose your job over an hungover boyfriend. I've had worse anyway."
Mitchell pursed his lips and nodded "A stake through the chest, perhaps."
Anders smirked bitter "Yeah, perhaps." then he chewed down on his bottom lip briefly as he thought "There's still something you could do for me, before you have to leave," he started.
Mitchell furrowed his brows, curious "Sure, what's that?"
Anders slowly moved his foot back and over Mitchell's crotch, applying the right pressure and friction that he knew the vampire would find enjoyable and not painful.
Mitchell's breath hitched in his throat and his eyes did fall shut as he allowed himself to enjoy that pleasant touch, but snapped out of it right away to wrap his fingers around Anders' ankle to stop him. "No, it's too soon," he shook his head and tugged at Anders' ankle to stretch his leg out again.
Anders had actually seen it coming, he was ready for that reaction, still he had hoped for the best. "Are you ever gonna touch me again?" he arched up a brow, he didn't know if it was a good idea to start arguing about sex, especially in that moment, but he couldn't help himself.
Mitchell managed to gather up his self-control to calmly answer the question "Yes, I will touch you again when I'll stop thinking about your head between Gaia's legs." he shuddered at the mere mental image and went back to stroke Anders' legs.
The blond huffed as he threw his head back in frustration "Would my head between your legs help a bit?" he asked as he bent his knee and gently pressed it against Mitchell's chest.
Now that was a tough question.
Mitchell looked briefly at Anders, lying on the couch in his tight boxer briefs that didn't do much to hide the silhouette of his half hardened length, and the way his shirt was slightly pulled up, revealing his incredibly inviting golden happy trail and part of his navel. Mitchell would have loved to launch himself at him, dip his tongue into Anders' belly button and then bite the inside of his thighs hard, ripping the skin and drinking his – oh great, he was having those kind of black, possessive thoughts again.
Mitchell scrubbed both hands over his face and shook his head "I don't know, maybe it's not such a good idea... Not today at least," he frowned "I'm sorry, babe."
Anders had thought that at least that suggestion was going to change the vampire's mind a bit, he was trying to be selfless, and being rejected hurt him. Anders sat up slowly, looking down at his lap as he spoke "I just... I want you to trust me. I wanted to prove that I can be happy even just pleasuring you and–" his words were interrupted by Mitchell's hand cupping his chin.
"Anders, you don't have to prove all your points with sex, you know?" Mitchell started as he looked into those eyes that in that moment looked adorably childish "I came back because I trust you, and I know that if you weren't Bragi you wouldn't have done that. I don't need you to suck my cock to prove it," he shrugged a shoulder "you haven't even tried to kiss me yet, but you're ready to work your mouth between my legs." he couldn't help but snort, even if he found it a bit twisted, but Mitchell knew that Anders' head must have been a huge mess in those days.
Realization broke on Anders' face and he dropped his head in shame, feeling like the stupidest prick on the planet. Mitchell found the vision extremely cute and endearing, so much that he couldn't help but scratch the underside of Anders' chin as if he were a kitten "Aw, it's okay, Andy," he smirked slightly.
Anders' head shot up as he stared at Mitchell wide-eyed before repeating "Andy?!"
Mitchell raised his brows in fake innocence "What? You don't like your new nickname?"
Anders grimaced "Fuck no, if I kiss you will you stop calling me that?"
Mitchell laughed and pulled him back to straddle his lap again as he pressed their lips together. Anders returned the kiss with blissful abandon, wrapping his arms around Mitchell's neck as he traced the vampire's upper lip with his tongue and then licked into his mouth. It was one of those kisses that could stop time and make them forget about everything and everyone, and in that moment it was restoring faith in their relationship.
Mitchell pulled back after a while to rest his forehead against Anders' "I'd really like to stay home with you, today." he sighed as he let his eyelids drop shut.
Anders frowned and moved his right hand over Mitchell's heart to rub soothing circles on his chest "Me too," he sighed and paused to softly nip at the vampire's bottom lip "but you'll be here tonight, at least. We can stay up 'til morning," he suggested with a smirk.
Mitchell copied that smirk "Sounds like a plan," he tilted his head slightly to capture Anders' lips in another languid kiss.
–
Mitchell and Anders spent the whole morning cuddling, kissing and laughing at each other's idiotic jokes, and there wasn't a single time in which Anders thought about Gaia or Mitchell thought about blood, it had been just perfect.
When Mitchell eventually went to work Anders called Dawn to let her know that he needed a day off, he didn't even need to Bragi her into being okay with it, because she had been so worried about him since the day before that she just told him to take it easy and that she had everything under control. Dawn definitely was an angel, there couldn't be a different explanation.
What Anders didn't need, though, was being left alone with his mind and Bragi, so he decided that maybe he needed to head to Ty's – on short notice, he knew, but he was sure that his brother wouldn't deny him some company.
Anders dialed Ty's phone number as he got into his car, he knew that apart from their brief meeting at Mike's Anders had pretty much ignored his brother, but then again Anders had always been like that with all his brothers, so Ty probably didn't mind.
"How strange of you to suddenly remember about my existence."
Anders smirked at Ty's words as he buckled himself "I'm actually on my way to pay you a visit, and I'm bringing a six pack."
"Oh, this is why you're my favorite brother."
Anders scoffed "I know I'm not, it's alright," he shrugged to himself "I'm no one's favorite."
"Just shut up and come over."
Anders sniggered and hung up.
He was still holding a bit of a grudge over Ty sleeping with Mitchell, but he also knew that it had been the result of more god bullshit, and that Ty would have never done something like that because he was a better man than Anders.
When Anders pulled his SUV over and got out of it, it took him more than he expected to summon up the courage to actually ring the doorbell. He had a clear flashback of knocking on that very door to try and talk Mitchell into forgiving him, failing miserably. He remembered the ache deep within his chest when he found out that his brother and his boyfriend had screwed.
Anders needed a moment, he leaned a hand against the wall and took a few deep breaths; that was the past, Mitchell and Ty were just good friends now, he could be sure that nothing like that was going to happen again. The blond finally rang the door bell and squared his shoulders as he waited for his brother to open the door.
"Hey," Ty smiled softly.
"Hi," Anders replied with an unsure smile.
"Just gonna stand there?" Ty arched a brow and Anders blinked before shaking his head.
"Sorry, I'm just... A bit off these days," Anders licked his lips, then figured that Ty probably knew about he and Gaia because Mitchell had been there the day before. He was definitely hoping that his brother wasn't going to be a judgmental asshole about that whole story, or he would have bashed his own head into a wall.
But Ty wasn't going to do that, he just offered him a sympathetic smile and a pat on the shoulder "I can imagine that, come in."
Anders relaxed a bit and stepped into the apartment, moving to place the six pack on the island "So, I guess you know everything?" it wasn't even a question, because he already knew the answer.
"Yeah, Mitchell's told me about it," Ty sighed and leaned back against the island "you know, I'd like to think that you're here because you really wanted to see me and not because you–" Anders didn't even let him finish as he held up a hand and shook his head.
"Look, you know I'm not that kinda person, I'm not cheesy or sappy," Anders shrugged and Ty had to agree with that with a deep nod "but you seriously are my best brother, I mean I know you judge me constantly on my behavior and how I live my life, but... You're not like Mike," then he pulled a face "and let's face it, I'm not Axl's favorite brother either, especially right now."
Ty couldn't help but snigger at his words as he looked down at his feet with his arms folded across his chest. "Well I'm happy to hear that, I do believe that you're a dick 97% of times," he started.
"Why, thank you."
"But uh, you've changed a lot and..." he went on with a one-shouldered shrug "you're becoming a better person. I'm sorry for your wounded ego, but you are," Ty nodded with a smirk and Anders had to slightly shove him.
"Shut up," Anders rolled his eyes "Oh! Now that I think about it, I never got round to congratulate you on getting rid of Hod! Go Ty!" he smirked "Too bad I won't be able to use any more Ice Man jokes, guess I'll have to make up new ones."
"You know, I'm pretty sure I can live without your crappy jokes," Ty nodded as he took a can of beer from the pack and popped it open.
"I'm sorry about Dawn," Anders said after a few moments of silence, and the thing made Ty freeze with his hand in midair.
"...Thanks?" Ty stared at him suspiciously from under furrowed brows.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Anders blinked, puzzled.
"Because... I wasn't expecting you to say that?" Ty huffed "I mean, you've always been a dick about this whole Dawn business."
Anders rubbed his hand against his brow and grimaced "You're the one who said I've changed, so you probably know why I told you this," he looked down at the can he had just pulled out of the pack as he popped it open "don't make me say everything."
Of course, how could Ty be so stupid? Anders knew now, he knew what it was like to be in love and he also knew what it was like to lose the person he loved. The younger Johnson smiled softly to himself and took a sip of beer "I'm sure you'll fix this."
Anders didn't nod and didn't say anything, because he didn't really feel like going there, so he just kept drinking his beer in silence, when all of a sudden he was startled by his brother's ring tone. "Jesus fuck! That gave me a heart attack!" he cried out as he pressed a hand to his chest.
Ty widened his eyes "It's just my cellphone?" he reached for the counter and snorted as he saw the name blinking on the screen "Mike," he smirked over at Anders and bit back a laugh when he saw him roll his eyes in exasperation. "Hey!"
"Ty, I need you to find Anders and bring him over to my place. We have a bit of a problem."
Ty furrowed his brows and shot Anders a glance "He's actually standing right in front of me, what's the matter?"
Anders furrowed his brows as he learned he was the topic of the call.
"Axl is here and Gaia told him all about what she and Anders did. We need to sort this out together, so that nobody gets hurt."
Ty widened his eyes and scrubbed a hand over his mouth "Alright, yeah. We'll be there soon," he hung up without adding anything else and looked at Anders only to deadpan "Axl knows."
Anders swallowed thickly, feeling his blood run cold into his veins as panic rushed through his body. He knew how Axl must have been pissed, and his anger mixed with the fact that he was Odin turned him into a lethal weapon and Anders was definitely scared to get seriously hurt, no matter how much Mike claimed that he wasn't going to let anyone come to any harm.
Despite the fear, Anders climbed inside his SUV with Ty so that they could head to the bar together, he thought for a moment that maybe he should have let Mitchell know about what was going on, but then again what could actually happen? Maybe Axl was going to punch him, they had been there before, Anders was just going to have to explain a black eye and a bruised cheekbone.
Once they arrived to the bar Anders squinted at the bags of rubble laying on the sidewalk "Wait, what's going on?"
Ty threw the car door shut and raised his eyebrows "Right, you don't know... Mike has closed the business and is making a proper house in here," he nodded as he walked up to the door.
Anders pursed his lips "I see," he shrugged "Too bad, it's been cool to have a brother who owned a bar."
Ty sniggered at that, agreeing without a doubt, then they both made their way towards the front door.
Anders wasn't ready to meet Axl, he was the complete opposite of ready, but he knew that this was bound to happen sooner or later, Gaia loved Axl too much to keep all these lies hidden. Anders watched as Ty swung the door open and sucked in one last deep, calming breath before stepping inside the bar to confront his enraged brother.
As soon as Anders met Axl's eyes, the younger brother tried launching himself at Anders who quickly stepped out of his way and hid behind Ty.
"Whoa, whoa. Easy!" Olaf and Mike yanked Axl back to try and talk some sense into him.
"You fucked my fiancée, twice!" Axl shouted angrily from above Olaf's shoulder.
"Well flash news, she fucked me too!" Anders snarled back, not moving from behind his human shield, at those words Axl nearly sent Olaf and Mike flying.
"She would have never fucked you! You Bragi'd her into screwing you!" Axl went on shouting like a mad man until Olaf pushed him aside to speak to him as he looked at him in the eye.
"He didn't actually use his powers on her, she was driven to have sex with him because he is Bragi and she is Idunn." Olaf explained for probably the millionth time, you'd have thought everyone would have got the situation by then, but apparently it wasn't so.
"She loves me! Not him, he's a gross prick!" Axl cried, distraught.
"Hey, fuck you! I have a boyfriend, I don't give two shits about her!" Anders snarled in return and Ty pushed him slightly back as if suggesting to take it easy and shut up.
"Look, Axl. I told you before, no matter how much Gaia and Anders find each other repulsive, hate each other and love you and Mitchell, Idunn and Bragi will always wanna nail each other!" Olaf raised his brows, trying to understand if Axl was listening to him or not, then went on "As long as they will inhabit the same area, they'll always long for one another. That's how it is!"
Anders studied Axl's reaction, furrowing his brows when he saw him lower his gaze, miserable.
"It sucks bro, okay?" Anders started as he finally stepped in front of Ty, carefully getting closer to Axl "I love Mitchell, and Gaia really does love you, and we hate each other's guts but is just–" he grimaced, shrugging "it's like when we're away from each other... We keep thinking about screwing, and when we're together, fuck. It's just... It's an urge, something you can't stop! We just have to fuck and dude, it is good, but then I start thinking about–" everyone was slapping a hand against their foreheads by then, and Axl didn't even let him finish, he just grabbed Anders by his shirt and tossed him with inhuman strength onto the pile of rubble, rusty nails and chipped wood.
"Anders, you dick..." Mike huffed and rolled his eyes, but still he and Olaf turned to glare at Axl's reaction. Ty, on his part, was the only one to worry about Anders' health.
"Anders? Anders are you okay?" Ty asked as he helped up his brother.
Anders stood up, pressing a hand on the left side of his aching neck "Shit- That hurt, Axl... What–?" he slurred as blood gushed freely out a deep cut on his neck "Oh... Fuck." he collapsed right on the same spot he had landed before, and in the blink of an eye everyone was on him, trying to keep him awake.
Axl stood there, panicking, unable to believe what he had just done. He had never meant to kill Anders, that wasn't really him acting, he would have never had been so impossibly strong to toss a person like a doll, hadn't he been Odin. He was too scared to stick around and cause any more harm, so he ran away as fast as he could, despite Mike's poor attempt to make him stay.
Both Ty and Olaf crouched down to idly stop the bleeding and try to keep Anders awake, but he just kept turning paler and colder and it was like there was nothing left to do for him. Anders could still hear them, barely, as if his ears and head were filled with cotton, he heard his brothers and grandfather calling out for him but he couldn't answer, he was so tired. The last thing he heard was Mike shouting Michele's name, then everything turned black, his ears buzzed for a couple more moments then he couldn't hear anything anymore.
–
Right in the exact moment in which Anders got injured, back at the hospital Mitchell groaned loudly as a sharp pain pierced through his chest, causing him to drop the mop and fall to his knees. It wasn't a normal pain, and he had only felt it once before: when Herrick had staked Anders. That could only be explained as a soul bond, being in love with Anders meant that Mitchell would feel his pain whenever something extremely bad was happening to him, and it probably worked the other way around, too.
"Mitchell, are you alright?" a nurse squatted to his level and placed a hand on his shoulder to try and figure out what was wrong with him.
"I-I gotta go, I just-" Mitchell squeezed his eyes shut and clutched at his stomach when an excruciating cramp hit him, making him nearly howl in pain.
"What's the point of leaving? You're in a hospital, we'll take care of you!" the blonde nurse insisted as she tried to help him up.
"No, you can't!" Mitchell finally found the strength to stand up and suddenly rushed towards the stairs to reach his locker and just grab his bag, he didn't have the time to get changed, Anders was in danger, so he just ran to the exit and left the hospital.
Mitchell didn't even have to ask anyone where Anders was, he just knew, he was at Mike's but the bond was starting to feel weaker and weaker, causing Mitchell to panic even more as he ran like the devil through the streets of Auckland. He bumped into people, knocked down a trashcan, nearly tripped over a small dog, but no one and nothing could stop his race against time.
He could feel that Anders' light was dimming and Mitchell was glad he didn't need air to survive because the pain in his chest was too strong to let him breathe. He choked back his tears, not letting them blur his vision and just kept running and running until he finally stepped into Mike's bar and found everyone crouching down on the floor.
"Michele!" Mike called out, and at first he hadn't even seen the vampire but when he did he widened his eyes "Oh God, Mitchell... This isn't– We will explain later," he didn't even know what to say but it didn't matter, because Mitchell dropped his bag on the threshold and pushed him out of the way as he fell to his knees next to his dying boyfriend – for the second time.
"What the fuck happened?" Mitchell growled, briefly peeking at the nasty wound that was draining Anders of all his blood before pressing a cloth against it again. Anders' blood was literally everywhere and Mitchell was starting to feel sick, the smell was strong but still completely different from a normal human's and Mitchell hated having it fill his nostrils.
"Axl... He– They were bickering, sorta and just–" Ty stammered but Mitchell just growled and pressed his forehead against Anders'.
"I knew I should have stayed home! Fuck!" Mitchell cried before he gave in to the sobbing "Don't leave me, please!"
"He's not going anywhere, just back up!" Michele pulled the vampire away from Anders before she could finally use the powers of Yggdrasil on him.
Mitchell would have put up a fight if he hadn't realized right away that Michele could actually heal Anders, so he just sat on the floor by Anders' feet as he watched the wound disappear and Anders eyes blinking open.
"Anders..." Mitchell called out softly as Michele stood up and murmured something about constantly having to save Anders' sorry ass, but Mitchell didn't bother and only widened his eyes when Anders jolted up into a sitting position. "Easy! You just lost all this blood!"
Anders reached out for the front of Mitchell's scrubs and gripped it tightly into his fist "I am so, so sorry," he said in a slightly trembling voice.
"What?" Mitchell scowled at him "What for? Nearly dying on me again?" Anders was about to say something, but he was too weak to even think, so he passed out again. "Fuck, Anders!" Mitchell growled as he pulled him into his lap.
"We should probably just take him home, he lost way too much blood to even keep his eyes open." Olaf commented as he straightened back up.
Mitchell didn't say anything and just let his eyes drop shut as he pressed his lips to the top of Anders head, still too shaken to speak and think properly.
"Hey..." Ty was still crouching beside Mitchell, he placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it softly to get his attention "C'mon, Olaf and I will help you get him home."
Mitchell nodded "Yeah, okay," he stood up and carefully scooped up Anders off the floor.
"I'll look for Axl, God knows how scared he must be right now," Mike said as he carded his fingers through his hair. Mitchell couldn't help but glare at him, because there were so many things that he was never going to forgive the Johnsons for, and Axl nearly killing Anders was one of those, even if it had been an accident.
"Yeah, you do that and then let us know," Olaf nodded and then left the bar with Ty and Mitchell.
They used Anders' SUV, Ty was driving and Olaf was sat into the passenger's seat beside him while Mitchell was riding in the backseat with Anders lying with his head in his lap. The ride was awfully silent, except when Anders would wake up and Mitchell would whisper to him to go back to sleep.
When they made it to the flat Ty helped Mitchell undress Anders and wipe away the dried up blood from his neck and chest.
"I've had many kinky dreams but... This is a weird one, I'm being undressed by not only my hot as hell boyfriend, but my handsome brother too! What is this," Anders slurred and chuckled with heavy lidded eyes; both men squinted down at him.
"What are you on about?" Ty scoffed and Mitchell shook his head.
"Don't listen to him, he gets even creepier when he's tired or drunk," the vampire sighed and Anders groaned.
"That's not nice– Not a nice thing to say, my angel..." Anders furrowed his brows and blinked his eyes open to stare up at Mitchell "You really are my angel, have I ever told you that?"
Mitchell widened his eyes and felt heat rushing up to his cheeks "Just go to sleep, weirdo," Anders smiled dopey at his words but actually took his advice and went back to sleep. Ty was smirking smugly and Mitchell couldn't help but punch him in the shoulder.
"Ow!"
"Stop smiling like an idiot, then!" Mitchell growled lowly as he felt his face burning up.
Ty chuckled and shook his head "He really does love you," Mitchell smiled sheepishly and looked down at Anders.
"I love him, too." the vampire sighed, then looked at his bloody hands "Ugh, I need to get this off," he grimaced as he got out of the bedroom, followed by Ty who needed to wash his hands, too.
"Is he alright?" Olaf asked from above his glass of scotch.
"He should be," Ty shrugged and stepped into the bathroom with Mitchell.
"So what happened, exactly?" Mitchell began as he started rubbing his hands clean with a ridiculous amount of liquid soap.
"Well," Ty sighed and squirted some soap on his hands, as well "Axl found out about he and Gaia having sex, so he went ballistic and literally tossed him across the room as if he was a freaking rag doll."
Mitchell pursed his lips and shook his head "Of course he thinks it's Anders' fault only," he muttered "how would he like it if I went and took my anger out on Gaia?" he growled lowly as he rinsed his hands under the tap.
"I know, he made a mistake," Ty pursed his lips "but Anders should have watched his tongue and not be unnecessarily graphic about the whole thing. I don't think you would have liked to hear what he said to Axl as he tried to justify what happened."
Mitchell looked up at Ty, grinding his teeth and flaring his nostrils in response.
"Still I know that Axl should have controlled himself, violence is never the right answer, but he's Odin, and that's probably the calmest reaction he could get as he found out that his fiancée knobbed his brother twice."
"Twice? What are you talking about?" Mitchell furrowed his brows and widened his eyes "It was a one time thing, they fucked once!"
Ty's jaw dropped in realization "Oh fuck, you didn't know..."
Mitchell froze, feeling his heart drop into his stomach and the roof falling onto his head. Twice, they had fucked twice and Anders had kept it from him, just like that. "I need you and Olaf to go."
"Mitchell, please... Don't do stupid things, just–"
"I said I need you and Olaf to go, now." Mitchell snarled.
Ty mentally slapped himself, if he had kept his mouth shut Mitchell wouldn't have been so furious, he would have never forgiven himself if he had caused trouble between his brother and his boyfriend. Still he stepped out of the bathroom and took the glass away from Olaf's hand "We gotta go."
"What? Why? Give me that back!" the oracle tried to protest, but Ty glared at him and he surrendered "I got such bossy grandsons," he sighed as he followed Ty out of the apartment.
When Mitchell heard the front door shut he got out of the bathroom and walked towards the bedroom, he didn't step inside, he just hovered by the door. As he stared at Anders, peacefully sleeping, all curled up under the covers, Mitchell began to think about something that he definitely didn't like, but that he thought it was the only thing to do.
To be continued...