[Any ideas for a short and yes, I will do it! Just write it down in the reviews!]
Seemore, also known as Seymour Smith, felt awful. His heavily bruised limbs were aching with pure exhaustion and he was scarcely standing up, as the dreary world spun around him dizzily. His fierce, deep cut stretched across his torso still stung painfully as fresh blood spilt down his once pristine white costume and his shaking hand was tenderly rubbing his throbbing side meekly. Really, the only reason he wasn't already unconscious right now was because he had had his useful helmet, which generously offered both protection and vision for him. He shivered uncomfortably in front of the familiar apartment door, especially as dark blotches invaded his disorientated view.
Admittedly, he had taken a long time to stagger out of the Hive Five's homely base, across the dark streets and up all the tiring stairs in his current, battered condition to just get to one person. But that one person, he trusted with his entire life. Even though that one person pretended to despise and to be completely unbothered by his welfare. Well. It was kinda obviously they did. And that person happened to be Kyd Wykkyd, or as Seemore knew him, Elliot Knight. They had known each other all their lives and they were usually always inseparable- except since recently anyway. Seymour had eagerly joined the Hive Five with all his superpowered school friends- Jinx, Gizmo, Mammoth- but was instantly rueful when he realised Private Hive too had decided to participate. Kyd had swiftly found out and had instantly adamantly refused the pleasant invitation, using his stolen goods to purchase a mediocre apartment and merely continue his life as a fairly efficient thief, perfectly fine on his own. And yet, Seemore had to endure with Private, who was unrelentingly always on his tail to blackmail him into doing one of Private Hive's very own vacuous tasks. Honestly, his vast standards were much too high for Seymour and as soon as he fearfully returned with only failure, Private would delightfully take it upon himself to teach Seemore a pleasant lesson. If he ever snitched, Seemore was fully aware Private would probably kill him, or at least close enough. Really, only Elliot knew this and often pleaded urgently for Seemore to quit the team, but he resolutely declined, too determined to stay with his sisterly and brotherly friends and to continually try to raise his robbing skills.
And now, after a failed mission and a sound beating, he stood near unconscious at Kyd's presently locked door, silently yearning that Elliot would open it after his feeble knock before he rapidly fainted. And just like his finally relieving luck, it did, with a piqued Kyd glancing around tensely. Immediately, Seymour swooned infirmedly and collapsed into Elliot's chest, hearing him gasp frightenedly. Soon, he found himself being gently picked up bridal style, carried caringly into the spacious living room as he moaned softly. Elliot delicately lay him on the comfy sofa and swiftly locked the door again, before scouring his modern apartment for the medical kit. Truthfully, out of all the countless times Seemore had come to him in such a horrendous state, he would have thought he'd placed it somewhere easy to find. Soon, he pelted back to Seymour, frowning dolefully as Seemore was just about awake. Just.
"You are gonna be the death of me, See. Seriously? Again? I told you to leave the blimmin' team, this keeps happening and it's annoying me. You are so thick, always think you're invincible even though you are such a midget. I honestly don't know what you'd do without me, it's ridiculous, honestly. So pathetic,"Kyd yammered exasperatedly, pulling out his sterilising wipes and lifting up Seemore's white, bloody shirt.
"But...I'm your midget,"Seymour whispered faintly, weakly raising his shaky hands to Elliot's pale face.
"Just cos your my midget doesn't mean you aren't stupid too,"Elliot said simply, though nonetheless cradled Seemore's hand closer.
Kyd chuckled mirthlessly and began very tenderly wiping through his severe cut, cleaning it meticulously as Seymour winced painedly. Elliot soon finished and gently began plastering the vast cut, humming quietly. Seemore watched him unsurely before slowly smiling warmly, too occupied by staring admiringly to even start to notice Kyd caringly seeing to his medical requirements. Tenderly, he cupped Elliot's pale face in his hands, directing it forwards sweetly so that soon Kyd was staring pleasedly into Seymour's eye, his limp hands resting comfortably on Seemore's damaged torso. Seemore nodded kindly and generously allowed Kyd to tenderly remove his useful helmet, rendering him completely blind.
But he wasn't scared.
He gently pulled Elliot's face even closer so soon they were absolutely amazingly very close, his now meeker medical needs utterly forgotten and abandoned. Kyd Wykkyd hummed satisfiedly and swiftly pressed his lips softly against Seemore's, smiling even though he knew he shouldn't. Seymour sighed relievedly through the gentle kiss before reluctantly pulling away, only to find himself delightedly picturing Elliot with a beautiful smile and pretty blush like he had after each kiss they amazingly shared. Seemore cheekily planted a small kiss on his pale lips again before blushing himself, amusedly knowing Kyd was stuck in a cute, dazed trance. Eventually, Kyd breathed shallowly and shook his head slightly, backing away dolefully. His amber eyes flickered anxiously up and down at Seymour, contentedly seeing that only incurable cuts and bruises remained. He smiled kindly and rapidly exited the spacious room. Immediately, Seemore lit up as he elatedly saw him return with his usual.
"Hmm. You are so stupid, See, but for some reason I still deal with you, hmm?,"he teased entertainedly, as he gently draped Seymour's favourite camo blanket over his small figure, before tenderly tucking in Seemore's fluffy, chibi-styled lion, seal and cat plushie underneath with him.
"Still. Thanks,"Seymour sighed apologetically.
Elliot nodded silently and was swiftly pelting around the small kitchen, just as his uninvited, yet always welcome guest settled down comfortably. Honestly, he had never realised how sleepy he had been initially. His weary thoughts instantly fled to Elliot Knight, how he was always there for him, always willing to assist and always ready to brighten up the dreary world. Kyd nonetheless adamantly believed himself to be some insidious reincarnation of Satan himself and still took hold of that dreadful belief no matter how much Seemore fervently insisted otherwise.
A pleasantly warm hot chocolate was lightly shoved in his limp hands. Seymour looked up thankfully and soon rubbed his shaky hands over it, pleasedly savouring the reassuring hotness. He felt Elliot tenderly slip in besides him, and immediately Seemore snuggled up closer, just feeling glorious. Truthfully, these were some of the best nights ever. To just be with his boyfriend, like this, feeling just so warm and fuzzy. He giggled sleepily as Elliot peppered his blushing face with caring kisses, before looping a secure arm around his small frame. Seemore nestled even closer, contentedly breathing in Kyd's solacing lavender scent, and squishing his three favourite plushies together to his warm torso.
Yeah, he may have problems with the Hive Five.
But then he also had Elliot Knight too.
God, he loved Kyd Wykkyd.