Kyd Wykkyd had only just woken up after a restless night. He felt awfully battered and bruised himself after his awful failure of a robbery from last night, especially a painful throbbing in his side. Elliot Knight was in nothing except for his underwear, rendering him completely bare chested and bare legged and burying himself comfortably in the vast, comfy stretch of thick duvet as he yearningly cradled one of Seemore's favourite plushies to his own, warm chest. Kyd had probably received an hour and a half of sleep at most, though through the countless times Elliot had startled awoken amidst the dark night, panting heavily and panicking frantically. Each time he closed his amber eyes, the horrendous image of Seymour Smith being brutally murdered unrelentingly popped up in his head and he was desperately hoping that he knew Seemore was at least sufficiently mediocre. He groaned exhaustedly and curled up weakly, not daring to shut his bleary, unfocused eyes as he wearily blew his long, black hair from his dim vision. Why couldn't Seymour just stay with him? They could steal together, live together, eat together and just be happy together! Yet Seymour would rather be blackmailed daily, be beaten up severely, just so he could stay with his other friends- not even boyfriends -who honestly considered him the runt of the team.
Abruptly, Kyd's decent smartphone rang raucously, insolently snapping him from his troubled reverie. Tiredly, he sat up and picked up the sudden call with a fatigued yawn, frowning bemusedly. After all, who was calling him at five in the morning? He hummed lethargically, expectantly waiting for the unknown caller to make the initial talk.
"Ellie, pl-please, I'm so, so, so dead, I- oh my, honey, I can't- I'm so freaking scared! I-I-,"Seemore shrilled frantically, hyperventilating alarmingly fast and almost incoherent.
"Seymour Smith, tell me your exact location right now and I will come and get you,"Elliot demanded immovably, already jolting to his bare feet.
"Out-outside your apar-apartment building do-door,"he replied anguishedly, scarcely managing to talk.
"Stay. I'm coming, See, and you will tell me why you are so wound up,"Kyd ordered firmly, actually simultaneously slipping on fluffy bunny slippers and securing a pink, wooly nightgown around his lanky, thin frame.
"Y-yes, ok-okay,"Seymour gasped shakily.
"Be there in literally a sec,"he assured monotonously, cutting the short, harrowing call swiftly afterwards.
Even in his admittedly fairly humiliating and comical attire, Elliot determinedly frowned. Soon, he was in the dreary streets, shivering uncomfortably in the bitter breeze, the dark gradient in the seemingly infinite stretch of sky brightening gradually. Immediately, his amber eyes wearily spotted Seemore.
His frightened, shaken boyfriend was clearly panickedly hyperventilating and had blanched considerably, his usually pristine costume dirty, bloody and ripped. His useful, green helmet was scratched and dented and his cheeks were flushed with immense exertion. He was trembling fearfully as his weakening knees were buckling alarmingly. Kyd gasped concernedly and gently allowed his pale hands to tenderly rest on his traumatised partner's skinny waist, reeling him in worriedly. He leaned down so soon they were face to face and then, before Seymour could hyperventilatingly explain himself in a panicked frenzy, pulled them into a soft kiss. Elliot delicately squeezed him into his chest, reluctantly impeding his anxious welcoming so he could easily bring them back. Rapidly, they miraculously appeared back in Kyd's very own spacious apartment, Seemore too panicked to do anything but allow himself to be towed gently to Elliot's neat bedroom. Soon, he was pushed tenderly onto the comfy double bed, his one eye widening as Elliot relaxedly teared away his warm nightgown and tossed off the fluffy bunny slippers, and concernedly sat right next to him. Kyd took a deep, composing breath and stared intensely at him.
"See. Breathe. Just breathe. I need to know what is going on. You aren't hurt, are you?,"he enquired worriedly, leaning forwards over his smaller boyfriend.
Seymour gasped breathlessly,"I-I fai-failed Private a-and he is so go-gonna kill m-me, Ellie, I w-will be de-dead meat, I-"
Kyd finished it for him,"I need you to chillax, with me and I want to… talk."
Seemore nodded shakily and slumped panickedly into the warm covers, just as Kyd quietly left into the small kitchen. Fortunately, it didn't take long for Elliot to swiftly return with two, piping hot chocolates, to lay them forebearingly on the wooden bedside table and to rapidly slip on a loose, dark blue t-shirt, that actually revealed his slim, ghostly white shoulders. Meekly, Seymour feebly grabbed his warm drink, sipping weakly as Kyd stared dolefully, though also with an unfathomable look on his narrow face. Gently, Elliot shuffled closer and lightly kissed Seemore's flushed cheeks, humming dolorously as Seemore continually shook along with his ragged breathing.
"Seymour, listen to me. I don't like this. I didn't sleep at all last night because I kept having nightmares about you being hurt so badly and I kept thinking of you when I was robbing and got myself all beaten up by the Titans. The Hive won't care about you like I will. You can stay with me, sleep on the bed, sleep on the sofa- i don't care, whatever -always be safe and we can just hug all night. But- this is wrong. You once came to me when I was legit in the bath with five broken ribs, a shattered arm, fractured leg and internal bleeding, for God's sake! I had to wrap a towel around me and just go out and tend to you practically naked! You know I love you! You know that you'll be safe. You may not want to stay but it's what's best for you, honey. So what I'm tryna say is… I don't want you going back this time,"Kyd explained firmly.
Seymour gaped incredulously as he spluttered meekly,"H-huh? No!"
"But don't you want to just live life better? To just wake up and see me by your side, instead of being blackmailed and attacked? To just be able to spend your free time doing whatever the hell you fancy, instead of Private's dirty work?,"Elliot cajoled pleadingly, tenderly removing Seemore's helmet (unfortunately rendering him completely blind) and gently bombarding his forehead with small kisses,"Please. I can't sleep knowing that you could be… really hurt tonight."
"Ellie. I want to stay but I can't. I've told you. I'm a terrible thief. With the Hive I have opportunities. I have practically my family with Jinx, Giz and Mammoth there. I love you too but no,"Seymour sighed dolefully.
"Why? I don't understand. Stay, Seymour, stay,"Kyd begged almost painedly, now even cradling Seemore to his warm torso.
Seemore blushed profusely and wriggled conflictedly as he stammered weakly,"Please Ellie. You know what you a-are doing to me…"
Elliot sombered even more and leaned close enough to gently kiss his lips again. Seymour returned it dolorously, hugging Kyd Wykkyd simultaneously with scrunched up, unseeing eyes. Eventually, he pulled away and lovingly squished Elliot Knight's narrow face, feeling his taller partner's pale cheeks heat up pleasedly. Seymour breathed raggedly and curled up closer, feeling Kyd wrap his lanky arms around him protectively and thread through Seymour Smith's thick, lustrous hair as his hot breath spilled on the back of Seemore's exposed nape of his neck. Seymour also embraced Elliot back shakily, each hurting in their own way so soon they were comforting the other gratefully.
Elliot whispered pleadingly,"Tell me. Tell me that you will be okay and you'll visit me tomorrow, no excuses. I wish you would listen to me- I know what is best for you sometimes, silly. Promise me that I will see you really soon. You promise?"
Seemore shuffled around meekly, before softly kissing Kyd on the lips one last time.
"I should get back now. But I promise and-"
Seymour slowly finished it after another small kiss.
"-I will always love you."