Cringing, Dervish sat up, the blankets which had been tossed over him pooling around his hips. Yawning, he slipped himself off the couch, striding to the kitchen he turned on the kettle, glancing toward the bedroom door, Shark's obvious snores emitting from behind it. Their living arrangement wasn't exactly doing so well. For the past few weeks, Shark had been training him until his body collapsed and he had to be carried back to the apartment. And every night he'd wake up, sweating and panting, dreams haunting him like bad memories he was going to create in the future.
Pouring himself a hot cup of coffee, the scrawny male nursed it in his hands, taking a few mouthfuls before sighing with relief. God, there was nothing like a cup of coffee to cheer you up before a long day of getting your ass handed to you in sparring matches. Striding into the bathroom, the male finally redressed himself, wincing as his pants grazed the cuts and bruises and finally looping a belt through them and messing up his hair, just on time to hear Shark's door open.
The man's morning ritual was always the same. Get up. Have coffee. Complain about anything, and it didn't really matter if anyone was there to hear it, and then of course, throw on the nearest set of clothing and drag Dervish off to some empty location and beat the hell out of him.
"Yeah, I know…" Dervish huffed before Shark could tell him to get a move on, and the two headed out into Shark's car, Dervish halting near the door with a frown, "I can smell something…" He muttered, sniffing the air, Shark raising a brow, "Just get in the damn car," He muttered, Dervish agreeing after a moment and soon they found themselves at a loading dock, obviously long since vacated.
"Pay attention-" "Ow!" Dervish cursed as Shark's fist met his shoulder and he stumbled aside, "How can I pay attention when you keep hitting me!" He complained, rubbing his shoulder and barely dodging the second hit, panting heavily and falling to the ground, rolling aside as Shark stamped down on where he'd previously been. "Shit!" Dervish cursed, "Well, move faster," Shark snorted, the next kick landing, his knee slamming into Dervish's stomach, the boy crumbling back to the ground, panting heavily.
"You'd be dead right now," Shark smirked, leaning down to offer a hand, Dervish hitting it aside resentfully and forcing himself to his feet, pausing once more, that scent was still there, if only he could figure out- "What did I say about paying attention!?" Shark snapped, his fist hitting Dervish square in the jaw, the male spitting blood from his mouth as he steadied himself, Shark raising a brow, "Your healing," He spoke in confusion, "Fuck, there must be a gate open somewhere," He cursed, straightening up and glancing around the area.
"I told you I smelt something," Dervish muttered, glancing down to watch a scar on his arm knit itself together. God that was helpful. "Where do you think it is-" "Well, for an armature like you to be using it's power, it must be somewhere close," Shark muttered, cracking his knuckles and throwing Dervish to the ground, the male swearing in surprise, "What did you do that for-" He cut off, jumping to his feet wide eyed.
Shark had shoved him out of the way of a creature which looked like a pincushion, that is, were the spears and swords in it's body considered pins. It reared back and let out a blood chilling roar before charging toward Shark and slamming it's spiked body into Shark, the man swearing as several of the weapons pierced the skin before jumping aside, moving behind the creature with inhuman speed, his hands snapping the heads off two of the spears, finding a bare spot and plunging it into the flesh, the creature screaming viciously and it's eyes narrowing, moving itself to strike Shark again.
Dervish grimaced, shoving the male out of the way and feeling the sharp ends of swords stab through his skin, blood trickling from his lips as he shoved back off the blade of one of the swords which had found itself entirely through his left thigh. Collapsing to one knee, he spat some blood aside, Shark scoffing, "Idiot," He muttered, despite Dervish's protests, forcefully shoving the creature back, each time his hands made contact with it, it screamed as if it were being burned before finally fleeing back into the gate, Shark watching as it closed before his eyes hardened on Dervish.
"Don't ever do that," He growled, lifting Dervish to his feet, "You don't throw yourself in the way of someone else. In this business, you look out for yourself, and only yourself. That is, if you want to live," He muttered. "But you threw me out of the way-" "Because you were in my damned way, what? Did you want me to hit it through you?" Shark spoke with a raised brow, "C'mon, home, now. Better deal with those damn wounds," He muttered, Dervish following sullenly.
After ten or so minutes, each wound had been cleaned and covered, and Dervish was staring intently at them, refusing to look at Shark until he felt a heavy hand mess through his hair.
"I know it's hard, but you can't save everyone. One person's death, in the place of the whole city is a price worth paying," Shark murmured, scratching his cheek with a sigh. "Who'd you lose?" Dervish murmured, Shark glancing up with a questioning look, "It must have been someone special for you to be like this," Dervish continued, Shark scowling, "It's none of your business, kid," He grunted, standing and striding toward his room, Dervish wincing as he followed the other on his bad leg, grabbing the back of Shark's shirt before being slammed into the bed, a knee either side his body.
"This room is for me, and those I bring to my bed-So, unless you want to be the latter, you should get a move on," Shark muttered, a slight husky tone to his words causing Dervish to swallow, "I'm not moving-Just tell me, who died to make you such a prick," He muttered uncaringly, "Else you have no position in telling me when not to get in other people's ways-" "My wife," Shark murmured in a cold tone.
"Oh-I'm sorry-You don't have to tell me why-" "No, you asked, right? You want an answer? Before I knew about this, I was at a club downtown. My wife wanted us to have fun because I seemed to avoid it. I just wanted to make her happy. So we went, we danced, we drunk," Shark paused, Dervish wincing, wishing the other would stop, "She was so beautiful, see. Most amazing girl I'd ever met. This light appeared, a gate…These creatures came out, and one came for me-I could've gotten away, I could've fought it off. I was tough enough to do that, but she stepped in the way-It stabbed her through the chest, I could have said goodbye, but I was too stunned to stop it from dragging her back through the gate. Her body is sitting somewhere rotting in some desolate corner of that place. That, or they ate her," He spoke with spite.
"I didn't know," Dervish muttered, "Of course you didn't," Shark murmured, straightening up, "But I won't have someone die in my place again," He grunted, "Even if you are an annoying kid," He added, Dervish huffing and looking affronted. Shark forced a smile, "Now get out," He snorted, shoving the other off the bed, Dervish heading to the door before pausing, glancing back at Shark with a raised brow, the other staring at the ceiling, not moving.
Sighing, Dervish walked back, stepping between Shark's legs where they hung over the side of the bed, one slender hand brushing across Shark's cheek, catching the male's attention before he hunched down and caught the elder man's lips, feeling arms come about his waist and jerk him forward into Shark's lap, one leg holding itself either side of the male's hips as he felt Shark's tongue pry past his lips and Shark's free hand cup one side of his ass, squeezing it roughly before their kiss ceased.
"Get some rest, kid," Shark muttered against his lips, releasing Dervish who nodded, heading to the door, stepping outside and just barely catching the 'thank you' Shark muttered to his back.