Note: What can I say except 'sorry'? I really thought I'd update sooner, but well, it's done now!
To make up for the wait, I squeezed a bit in here ^^

I'm also behind with mails and private messages, I'll catch up as soon as possible ^^

Matt
It had only been half an hour and here I was, tapping the steering wheel nervously with a hand while the other brought the sixth cigarette in a row to my lips. Saying I was a mess inside was an understatement, I was properly freaking out, my stomach twisting in painful ways, my palms sweating as well as drops rolling down my back. It was supposed to be a talk, and nothing else, but Mihael's parents actions in the last weeks had been in total opposition with his well-being, hell, they had even endangered his life, so I couldn't help but imagine the worst scenarii happening in there. And what could they possibly want? Mihael had no idea that his father ruled the Mafia, so he wasn't a threat to them, all of this was just nonsense: they wanted him, but they rejected him. For fuck's sake, make this wait end!

Then minutes more, and I was starting to curse out loud, once walking nearby my car, once sitting back, my legs shaking on their own accord. I was restless, unable to be comfortable in or out of the vehicle. I'd only be when I'd be with him anyway, so at some point I didn't bother anymore and just sat smoking again.

I was ready to hit my head against the steering wheel in frustration when I saw Mihael's parents exit through the main door of the hospital. I blinked, trying to catch a glimpse of their faces as I slid off the driver's seat, hoping it would tell me what to expect, but they just looked the same as when they entered, maybe a bit more tensed.

I couldn't care less about being only a few feet away and walked to the door, crossing their path while doing so. I got the usual glare from Mrs Keehl but I ignored her, only focusing on reaching Mihael as fast as possible to make sure he was fine.

I tried not to run in the corridors but that was really taking all my self control away. I stopped and breathed when I reached Mihael's room and heard his voice. Although tired and weak, it was the most reassuring thing right now.
I softly knocked on the door, that was slightly open, before peering in, spotting the lawyer.
"Come in!" he told me, "I'll leave you some intimacy, I just wanted to make sure Mihael was okay before I left."
I supposed that he had been waiting outside the room while Mihael's parents were here and nodded to him gratefully.
I watched him leave, then turned to Mihael, a smile on my face. It only grew bigger when he smiled back and patted the empty space beside him on the bed.

I sat, the mattress barely lowering under my weight. Damn, this bed was so hard and uncomfortable... and to think that Mihael was spending all his time laid there. It only made me want to bring him back with me even more.
"Closer." he whispered, his arm barely raising as if to urge me to access his request. I knew how much effort it was taking out of him to make this simple gesture, and seeing his smile being replaced by a sad expression all of a sudden, I obliged quickly, knowing something was very wrong. I laid beside him, as close as possible without laying any weight on him, my chest against his shoulder and arm, my hand resting on his chest, my chin against his temple.

It was not long until I felt his chest shake under the sobs that were now escaping him, and I felt his head shift, his nose burying in the crook of my neck. I didn't need to see his face to know that tears had started to fall. I wanted to cup his cheek, but the scar eating that side of his face made it impossible, the skin still red and breakable in that area. So I drew my arm from his side to let it rest around his head, over on the pillow, pulling myself a little higher, so his shoulder was against my chest, and my lips against his hair. That was the closest to hugging him that I could get, and it was killing me. He clearly needed support, comfort, a physical reassurance, and I could barely give it to him in his state.

It seemed to be enough though, because his breathing evened out after the sobs ended. He had fallen asleep. My poor angel... what had they told him?
I couldn't resist the urge to push a few strands away from his forehead, kissing it carefully, when I felt him nuzzle my neck and inhale deeply.
"Bleib bei mir..." (stay with me) I heard him mumble against my skin. I didn't speak German but I still knew a few words thanks to him, and this I understood. Soon his breathing was even again.

He was exhausted and even if I knew that his condition was for the most part responsible of that, I couldn't help but think that his mind had shut off as soon as he had felt safe again. It made my heart swell. I had felt so helpless, not being able to hold him properly, but knowing that a simple thing as the scent of my skin was making him better erased the guilt I felt. I know I wasn't responsible of his accident, but somehow, not being able to help him with his recovery, not knowing what his parents were up to, the overall situation, it drove me crazy. I had allowed myself to be a mess when after all he was the one suffering. I had to be stronger because he obviously needed me.

I laid by his side for hours, the nurse checking on me when visiting hours ended, trying to convince me to leave, but I didn't move. I even had her call my mum with my cell phone, asking her to take it in my back pocket, just so my parents wouldn't worry when they would not see me come back home, but I stayed where I was. There was no way I could leave him, he had asked me to stay and that's exactly what I intended to do. He may be sleeping, he may have murmured the words in a half daze, but I had felt his distress and that was my role to be here. She sighed as she set my cell phone on the bedside table, and left, closing the door. They were used to see me here so I guess they didn't argue anymore because of that.

Mello
It took me a while to process my surroundings when I emerged from my nap. Which had been a lot more than a nap considering that the room was in the dark, only the ray coming from under the closed door giving me barely enough light to distinguish things. I realised that Matt was beside me when I straightened my head on the pillow and felt my nose brush against his shoulder, even before his trademark scent reached my nostrils, which gave me a hard time remembering what had happened and why he was there before it all made sense again.
I couldn't believe that he was still there. I mean, I was happy, more than that even, but it was clear considering the fact that it was night that visiting hours were long passed and it was probably around 3 or 4pm when he had laid beside me, which meant that he had stayed by my side for long hours.

I turned my head again, wanting to get as much of his scent as possible. It was familiar, the smell of smoke mixing with cheap soap and citrus shampoo. It smelled of safety.
And this is what I felt like I needed right now. I was stuck here, and if anything happened, I was helpless. I never liked having someone take charge for me, it would always be a tear in my pride, but the despair I felt at the moment erased my ego completely.

The fact that the conversation with my parents ended on a lot of unspoken facts and mysteries gave me a bad vibe. I knew what they were capable of and although I didn't know what it was all about, something really bothered me. They were too insistent, and I was afraid. They hadn't said anything special in the end but I don't know... maybe I was overreacting because first I couldn't move as I wanted, and second I was unable to protect Mail from them if anything happened... it was making me pessimistic and nervous.

"Hey sleeping beauty..." Mail's voice, low and soft, preceded his lips on my temple.
"I thought you had fallen asleep too." I murmured, my mouth against his tee shirt. It was in the way, and I wanted to feel his skin but my only available arm wasn't healed and I couldn't use it, the other was not broken but on the same side as him and his tee-shirt was out or reach for this one. I grunted in frustration.
"I dozed off but I felt you move... anything wrong?" he asked, hearing me groan.
"I miss you." I replied, sighing.
"I'm right here." Mail whispered, and I felt his hand in my hair, his lips grazing on my forehead, leaving butterfly kisses.
It suddenly brought the tears back, and the more I tried to hold them back, the more tensed I was, which he didn't miss.
"Hey, it's okay, I'm not going anywhere, all will be fine. Soon you'll be able to leave this place... although you may regret it because my mother is waiting for you with the perfect nurse gear and she will make sure to pamper you like a four year old." he chuckled.
It was silly, but if things really went this way, I was more than happy.
Why did it have to be people that weren't even blood related with me that felt like family to me?

"My parents are hiding something." I stated suddenly. I needed this off my chest.
"What did they say?" Mail asked, propping himself on his elbow.
"Nonsense..." I related him the whole conversation, and he was the one to get tensed all of a sudden. Was he scared, just like me? "I don't know what they're up to, I mean, I don't see what they could possibly do now that I can decide for myself and made it clear that I won't go back with them, but then, they didn't care for my health so... maybe they'd be ready to go further, even if I have some trouble imagining them going further than that. They wouldn't harm me just for heritage... they're not criminals. Sorry, I'm just being paranoid... it got to me more than I expected."

I was probably trying to reassure myself but it was true, my parents were being weird, secretive, and they had proven that my life meant nothing to them, but still... they wouldn't do more harm than that, no reason was good enough for that.

Mail's arm found my head again, and I could tell that he was dying to take me into his arms and was doing the best he could to hold me close. I dismissed my paranoia, I just wanted to feel him next to me, it had been so long since he was that close, and I had a feeling that the nurses wouldn't allow that often so better make the best of that moment while it lasted...

My fingers, the ones trapped between Mail and me, were twitching, trying to reach to him. I wish I could at least hold his hand, or touch a bit of skin. My lips were desperately stuck against fabric when all I wanted was to feel the skin of his neck, which warmth was teasing me. My hand on that side was broken but after all this time after the accident, it was slightly better, and the bandage was holding everything in place so I could at least move my wrist and non-broken arm, even if that was a considerable effort for me still. But damn, more fabric. I could notice that it was his jeans but with the bandage, that was about all.

Matt
Hell no. No. What he was doing to me... Yes, but no.
"If you go on like this we're going to have a problem... a big problem." I chuckled, knowing that he wasn't aware of what he was doing exactly.
"What?" Mihael genuinely asked.
"That's my dick you're touching..." I refrained a laugh when I saw his surprised face in the low light of the room.
"Oh... a big problem? Pretentious much?" he teased me with a fake snort.
"You didn't seem to complain before..." I laughed for good this time. How I missed that simple joking around. I shifted so I could kiss him, feeling his innocent teasing's effects although I was trying not to think about it.

I could still taste the cherry chapstick on his lips, happy to feel them soft under my own. They had been so damaged, I was glad I could at least properly kiss him now. I nibbled at his lower lip playfully, I couldn't deny that his previous ministrations had gotten to me really fast, the feeling heightened by the fact that I was deprived of any physical contact with him for so long.

He replied to my kiss, his tongue running over mine as soon as I parted my lips, and it was hard to keep myself propped on my arms, hovering over him without crushing him and not touching any part of his damaged body. Especially when he resumed his teasing, consciously this time. It was not much, but anything that belonged to him touching my sex deprived cock was enough to start me up on the subject.

"You're a bad boy, you know that?" I muttered against his lips, feeling him smile. Bastard. I smiled too, my heart making jolts at this glimpse of the true Mihael.
"Punish me?" he chuckled, and I swear he was trying to grope me harder.

The kiss became quickly heated. It was difficult to contain myself, even where we were, even with his state. And he was doing nothing to stop me, making it worse even, sucking on my lower lip as he caressed my crotch through my jeans. He couldn't do much with his hand but the slight pressure of the back of his hand was driving me crazy.
"Mihael..." I breathed, trying to calm down, but I felt his tongue run along my jaw, and I couldn't refrain a low moan.
"Open your jeans..." he whispered. I froze for an instant, but the way he nipped the skin he could reach, the tip of his tongue grazing on my ear lobe made me lose it. Damn... that was too much, I just had to comply, even if in the back of my mind I knew this wasn't the place or the right time.

I unbuttoned my jeans, the friction of his hand feeling closer with only my boxers and the bandages separating me from his touch. His movements were disordered but I didn't care, anything felt good at that point, and I resumed kissing him, until I felt his fingers slip under the waistband of my underwear. I let a shuddering breath out.

"Don't hurt yourself." I told him, remembering that it was his broken hand.
"It's okay." he replied, his hand reaching between my cock and my stomach. He couldn't really grab it, but damn, the feeling it gave me knowing it was him touching me... I missed it.

I was so hard it was almost painful, but even if it felt like heaven, I wanted more. I carefully slid my hand under the blanket, reaching for his own member, that I found fully erected, which only half surprised me.
"Does it hurt?" I enquired, making sure that he was comfortable with what I had begun.
"Nh-no..." he let out a sigh as my fingers closed around him, gently stroking.

He wasn't long to release himself over my hand, a soft moan escaping him.
"At least I may not have an erection when the nurse washes me tomorrow." he chuckled. Oh. That was something I hadn't thought about until now, but I suppose that it must be quite embarrassing...

I laughed softly. "Is it a male nurse at least?"
"No, it's the one with the double Ds and the ponytail" he scoffed, "And she's over forty at least."
"I didn't know you got off on girls..." I teased him, knowing he wouldn't like it.
"It's normal, okay? I can't help it..."
"I know, I'm just joking, but I'm ready to help anytime." I pecked his lips to punctuate my words but he deepened the kiss immediately, his own hand resuming what it was doing to my cock. He was putting so much in the kiss, biting, licking, sucking, that I coated his hand pretty quickly too.

Once I went down from my high, I stood up and lit the table lamp to find something to clean us. A few minutes later, there was nothing left of our little fun time, except for one thing.
"I so want to see your face when you explain this to the nurse tomorrow." I smirked, pointing at the stained bandage of his hand.