Blitzwing paced angrily through his apartment with fists clenched tightly and teeth bared. He's had it with that disgusting incest Valentino. If that bastard touches him or says one more nasty thing about Angel or his Husk, he may set the pimp up in flames. He didn't understand Valentino's hurtful comments. Especially about Husk.
He was confused as to why he found Husk unappealing. He was adorable in his eyes and certainly not 'old.' Flashing back to the bar he was at earlier, Blitzwing was restraining himself from tearing into Val's face at his hurtful words about Husk and how they should be together instead because Husk was too old to be with him, a drunk, and just not hot. And to enrage the moth even further, he gave his butt a little squeeze saying inappropriate, sexual stuff. He was grateful Husk wasn't there with him because if he lost his temper, he possibly would have gotten hurt.
But most of all, he didn't want Husk to get upset. The thought of Husk crying made his blood boil even more. Without thinking his fist slammed into the wall next to him, leaving a big hole in it. He took slow breaths to calm himself down before he totally obliterated his apartment, but it wasn't working. He was seeing red. He hated that insect so much.
He swiped his claws violently across his couch cushions, leaving long scratch marks and bits of cotton behind. He didn't care, he could always buy another. He threw his tv remote on the floor shattering it in pieces. He looked around wildly, growling like an animal and stomped towards his dining table. He grabbed a vase full of flowers and almost crushed it with his grip.
Not hearing his front door open and a voice saying his name, he hurled it in the direction of his door hitting the person square in the face. Blitzwing's red face turned back to blue to see who was crumpled on the floor holding their head. His seething rage was replaced with horror when he saw who it was. Husk. His arms fell to his sides, and he stared wide eyed and trembling at the broken glass and flowers around him and the trail of blood running down his face. He had hurt his sweetspark.
Blitzwing didn't know what to do as he just stared and started hyperventilating. Husk sat up with a groan and hissed in pain. He looked up at Blitzwing to see him trembling and breathing heavily as if he had just seen a ghost. Husk rose to his feet and walked up to Blitzwing. He took cautious steps as he got closer to him.
"Kid…are you okay?"
Blitzwing's throat got tight, and tears stung his eyes as he looked at the gash on Husk's head. He opened his mouth to say something but couldn't. He shakily raised his top hands and took Husk's face in them. His fingers gently brushed over the gash feeling the warm, sticky blood.
"I hurt you..." he croaked. "I hurt you…. what have I done.." Husk's eyes saddened.
"I-it's okay, kid.. I know it wasn't on purpose.." He gasped in surprise when Blitzwing suddenly wrapped his arms around him in a crushing hug.
"I'm so sorry, sweetspark! I'm so sorry!" Tears spilled out of his eyes as he peppered Husk's face with kisses being careful of the wound on his forehead.
"Does it hurt, darling?" Husk nodded his head slightly. "Yeah."
Blitzwing looked at the bleeding gash and felt his spark sink. It was a little deep, but not enough for him to need stiches. He swallowed and leaned forward to press a soft kiss against it. Not caring about the blood getting on his lips. Husk hissed a bit at the lip contact but relaxed when the warmth and softness of them started to soothe his wound.
"Kid…what are you.." Blitzwing pulled away some to shush him. "Shhh..let me make it all better."
With a small lick and another kiss, he lifted Husk in his arms and carried him to his bedroom. He laid Husk on his bed and propped his head up with a pillow. Making sure he was comfortable, he left to retrieve some supplies. He returned a few minutes later with a wet cloth, Tylenol, and some gauze. He crawled onto the bed and leaned on top of Husk a little, so his face was close to his.
He took the wet cloth and gently dabbed at the swollen gash. The warmth of Blitzwing's body and his scent relaxed Husk and made him almost forget about the pain. He shut his eyes for a few seconds and opened them when he heard Blitzwing whisper something.
"How do you feel, darling?"
"Hm? Just sore. The pain is going away some."
"I'm relieved to hear that. I don't have any disinfectants to clean your injury properly." Husk pulled out a small bottle of whiskey from his pocket and handed it to Blitzwing.
"Pour some on the cloth. Whiskey is good for treating wounds."
Blitzwing was confused at this but did what he said. Husk hissed a bit at the stinging sensation earning a silent apology from Blitzwing.
"Okay, I'm going to bandage your head now."
Blitzwing grabbed the gauze next to him. He unrolled it and lifted Husk's head up. He proceeded to wrap it around his head making sure it was not too tight. Satisfied, he put the rest of the gauze away and gave Husk back his whiskey who took a quick swing from it.
"There, all done." He cooed. Husk sat up a bit and gingerly touched the gauze. "Thanks, babe." Blitzwing laid next to him giving him a nuzzle on the cheek.
"You don't have to thank me love. This was my fault."
"What were you so mad about anyway?"
Blitzwing looked sadly at Husk not really wanting to tell him but told him anyway.
"At a bar, that rat Valentino was saying stuff about you and Angel. I really wanted to tear him apart." Husk looked down at his hands laid on his stomach.
"What did he say?" Blitzwing shook his head. "I don't want your feelings getting hurt, darling. Just mean and untrue things."
Husk nodded his head in understanding. Blitzwing peppered Husk's face with more kisses and gave him a little raspberry making the cat laugh. The moth chuckled and gave him another. He loved hearing Husk laugh.
"Is your head still sore? I'll give you some pain meds." Husk shook his head. "Nah, I'll be alright. This will heal in no time."
Blitzwing carefully lifted Husk back in his arms and placed him on his lap. He leaned back against the pillows, so Husk laid on his chest. Husk snuggled closer to him and idly ran his fingers through his fluff. Blitzwing rested his head on top of Husk's and stroked his arm in a comforting manner.
"I'm sorry again, sweetspark." Husk looked up at him. "It's okay, babe. Don't let that bastard work you up like that again. I don't give two shits about what he says about me."
"It angers me so much though."
"I know doll, but don't do it again. I don't like seeing you angry or sad."
"Same with you darling. I care about you so much.." Blitzwing wrapped his arms around Husk's neck and pressed kisses against his cheek and temple.
"I care about you too." Husk laid his head back down on Blitzwing's chest feeling a hand press it closer. He'll whoop Val's ass later but right now, he just wanted to rest in his moth's arms.