Okay here's another crappy chapter to my crappy story. Once again this is dedicated to my BEAUTIFUL girlfriend. I love her more than anything and I hope she enjoys my shitty writing (or at least pretends to) okay you silly goats (I'm obsessed with goats lately) READ ON!

Percival woke up to a warm wetness on his chest. He looked down to see an unconsciously sobbing/shrieking Gwaine curled up in his arms. He knew his dear friend was having (another) nightmare but he never had the heart to wake him, he of course needed all the sleep he could get, but Percival also had his own selfish reasons to not wake the male.

Gwaine tried to hide all emotion (other than raw lust) and it irked Percival. He knew about Gwaine's past but for some reason Gwaine seemed to push the memories back, he hardly knew what actually happened.

He ran his fingers through the smaller male's hair and whispered soothing words to him as the other sobbed into his chest, fast asleep.

-DREAM-

SLAP!

"You like that you little whore?! Stay the fuck still" yelled the booming voice above him. He couldn't make out a face, just a dark shadow looming over him.

All he heard were his own shrieks of pain and the (presumably) older man above him. He felt nothing though. Everything was numb yet he continued to shriek as he rocked back and forth.

What is happening to my body? Why am I screaming? Am I alive? Why is my body so small?

All these questions were running through his head at the moment but there was one which he was too scared to even ask himself.

Who is this man?

-END DREAM-

Gwaine woke up with a bloodcurdling scream but found himself enveloped in a large warmth. Large arms wrapped around his waist and a deep, soothing voice whispered quiet "it's okay"'s or "I'm here" and even an occasional "I will protect you"

He instantly relaxed his tense muscles and practically melted into the touch. He's been touch by (many) other men before but he knew that none of them even came close to being as gentle as Percival. He never knew how someone so large could be so kind and soothing but every time he had a nightmare this scene would repeat itself and he had to admit, he could definitely put up with an extra nightmare or two just to feel this warmth around him. He felt protected. He felt loved.

Percival knew Gwaine was awake but he refused to let go. Normally Gwaine would stir a but and Percival would get the hint, telling him to back off but today Gwaine stayed still, curling up in Percival's arms and all he wanted was to keep Gwaine there, in his arms, where he could protect him from everything.

Gwaine didn't know what took over him but he found himself wrapping his own arms around Percival. He was surprised that Percival didn't move and instead pulled him closer. They stayed like that for a few hours,in comfortable silence while they embraced, it being saturday meant they had no school and could just stay in bed if they wished to do so.

Percival was first to pull away (reluctantly of course) and he ruffled Gwaine's hair "I'll go make breakfast" he smiled kindly to the pouting face that Gwaine tried to keep hidden.

Gwaine will admit that he let out a TINY whine at the loss of physical contact but he will NOT admit the fact that he was pouting childishly, or the fact that he pulled Percival back. These weren't his hands tugging at Percival's shirt and these were NOT his lips, leaning up to brush again't his friend's.

Percival was shocked to say the least. It wasn't the first time he and his friend kissed, of course, since they had known each other since they were practically toddlers but this was the first time Gwaine kissed him instead of the other way around. Something in his brain was telling, no, YELLING at him that this was just because of Arthur, Percival was just his rebound. But there was something else, his heart was telling him otherwise, telling him that they were supposed to be like this, that this way okay.

The kiss was quick and ended in about two seconds but it happened, and they both felt it, the electricity running from their lips down their backs, making both shudder. They stared at each other for a while, neither speaking in fear that they would scare the other off.

Gwaine internally cursed himself for ruining the friendship he worked so hard on. The he felt it. It was light, almost timid, but it was there. Percival leaned in and pressed a ghosting kiss on Gwaine's cheek, scared to go further.

Gwaine turned about fifty shades of red but his his face well. He knew he couldn't risk their friendship but... The feelings were there. They were practically shoving themselves down Gwaine's throat but Gwaine was still unsure. He disn't want to lose such a close friend but he knew that no one had ever made him feel like Percival did... Even if he lied to himself saying that they did.

"Fuck it..." He whispered in a voice so quiet, you wouldn't be able to hear it unless you were looking for a sound, any indication that you hadn't fucked up, and Percival heard it. He looked up from the floor that he hadn't realized he had been staring at and met Gwaine's eyes.

Gwaine leaned in, letting his eyelashes flutter closed as his lips met Percival's, in a soft, passionate kiss that neither of them could really keep up with but it's not like they actually cared much.

Lips pressed against lips as they massaged each other's mouths with their own. Cold hands roamed warm bodies as the kiss became more hurried. Tongues soon joined and battled for dominance as the temperature seemed to rise dramatically in the room.

Both cursed the fact that they needed oxygen, as they pulled away to fill their empty lungs and whisper strings of curses under their breaths. Neither looked the other in the eyes, both just kept their hands on the other's body and remained silent, too scared to ruin what they had accomplished so far.

Too scared to fall in love.

Woah... I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter... Were things too rushed? PLEASE let me know because I would hate to write something awful without knowing.