For another prompt from Nosferatu XD

Title: Bees
Rating: PG
Summary: Cain and Glitch face some unexpected foes one lovely afternoon.

Cain was strolling on the grounds near the palace in Finaqua when he heard a rustling sound from the edge of the woods, coming closer and closer by the second.

He almost had his gun out and pointed in the rustling's direction, but stopped at the cry of his name in Glitch's familiar voice.

"Cain!" Glitch screamed again right as he appeared through the foliage, his eyes wide and his limbs flailing as he ran at full speed, "Run! They're right behind me! Run, run!"

Without asking who was behind him, Cain raised his gun to the spot where Glitch had come from, now that the headcase was out of the way and close to reaching his side. Too late did he notice that his trusted gun wouldn't help them in this case. As hundreds of bees swarmed out of the woods in clear pursuit of Glitch, said zipperhead grabbed Cain's arm with unexpected force and hauled him with him.

"I thought I told you to run!" Glitch yelled as they raced against bees, for gods' sake, across the green expanse of open field like a couple of lunatics.

"And I thought there were people following you!" Cain yelled back over the loud buzzing, "You know, like those rebel longcoats we fight all the time."

"Well yes but I can beat those," Glitch said stiffly, shying away from a bee that had gotten too close, "Or you—Ow!—shoot them, but there's nothing my rhythm or your gun can do against these! Ow!"

In the end, they couldn't outrun the swarm of bees for much longer and ended up thoroughly stung and sore before Glitch or he, Cain wasn't sure who, hurled them both into the nearby lake to escape. They stayed there for a while, the cool sweet water rippling around them, and clung to each other until the coast was clear and it was safe to come out. So when they finally made it back to the palace, they were thoroughly stung, sore, and soaked.

Hours later found them in a sitting room, settling down after hot baths and gentle treatments from Raw's hands. They were both healed and comfortable but Cain still wondered what had caused their plight earlier in the day. He didn't believe in consequences and surely Glitch had done something to bring the bees' wrath on them. Whatever it was though, Cain realized he was surprisingly glad that Glitch hadn't had some allergic reaction unknown to him; and that the afternoon hadn't been as bad as it could have been.

As if tuning in to his thoughts, Glitch looked at him from across the recliner he was lying in. "I'm glad you're okay," he said softly,

Then he stood up and walked the short distance to Cain's larger armchair, where he dropped down and curled up next to him.

"I wanted honey." Glitch said very quietly, answering his unasked question.

They lay there together for a long while into the evening—their bodies warm and touching in several places not unlike when they were in the lake, though this was much more comfortable—before Cain eventually broke the silence.

"I'm glad you're okay too."

"Hmm," Cain felt the smile against his neck rather than saw it,

"And Glitch?"

"Hmm?"

"Next time you want honey, just go to the kitchens."

"Will do."