Intermission
Showstopper - Part Six
(tw: torture mention, medical whump, drugging, noncon touch, yandere whumper, delirium, creepy / intimate whumper, kidnapping, noncon kiss, a lot of pain)
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Pain.
Darian wished he could be cool and start off with a dramatic, badass-sounding intro line like ‘He awoke to pain. An old, familiar friend.’
But they weren’t old friends. They weren’t friends at all and it wasn’t familiar.
It was just pain.
Air wheezed out of him as he processed the inferno that wrapped his body. Skin and flesh shredded from their places and screaming agonies at his blurred and distant mind.
He shifted a little, heart pounding against his skull as he registered just how thirsty he was.
“Oh-! Hey, there you are. Thought I’d lost you or something.”
..not a welcome voice.
Darian grimaced, head rolling away from the sound- then wheezing as Calyx’ weight shifted on the bed, disturbing the delicate balance of agony and consciousness.
“Awh, don’t pull away from me – it’s not like you can, anyway.” A hand combed through Darian’s hair. Calyx chimed a soft giggle, amused as Darian’s neck mindlessly stretched to chase that touch – the only sensation that wasn’t bringing pain. “Awwww~! You’re adorable.”
Darian half-scowled, head turning away again as a kiss pressed to his nose.
“Come onnnnnnnnn~ I saved your life – aren’t you at least a little grateful?”
Darian’s throat was rasped with dehydration and unuse, but he crackled out the whisper anyway. “y-ou..y ou hhurt me-“
Calyx snorted a laugh, ruffling Darian’s hair. “I mean duh. What did you think I was gonna do? I’m gonna go ahead and blame the sheer patheticness of that sentence on the drugs, mkay? No judgment from me, nope nope.”
Darian grimaced, eyes cracking open in a groggy scowl at Calyx. “..wh’ day’s it?”
Calyx hummed, checking their phone. “Thursday. You’ve been out for likeeeeeeee thirty something hours.”
Darian’s eyes strained down over his body. Covered in bandages and smelling like medicine. “..h-ow did y-..”
Calyx shrugged. “Patched you up enough you wouldn’t die on me and gave you a blood transfusion. I avoided doing any major damage, so you should heal up in a couple weeks.”
Darian frowned, looking over Calyx. “..wh’….are you doing-?”
Brow raise. “…what, with you?”
..small hum of confirmation.
Calyx shrugged. “Just keeping you, that’s all. Obviously couldn’t let you keep living, and…wasn’t ready to let you go. So.” They took a moment to nitpick at the way Darian’s hair laid, brushing it from his brow. “Found a middle ground. You like it?”
Darian’s face twitched away from Calyx. “N-o I don’t ffucking like this-“
Calyx blinked a tight smile.
Then something cold and sharp pricked against Darian’s aching throat.
“You sure you don’t like this alternative? Because I can always skip back to plan A.”
Darian froze, swallowing against the cool blade. “..I-ll ma nage-“
“Good.” The knife pulled away, and a kiss pressed to his cheek.
Darian was quiet for a long few moments, just...trying to focus on Calyx’ fingers in his hair. “..why d’ you like me-?”
Calyx shrugged, fingers drifting down now to trace the lines of Darian’s face. “You see me. You actually appreciate my work. Anddddddd I’m bored. Good enough answer for you?”
He did his best not to twitch under the little touches. “..did..y…..the video..-“
“Mm. Mhm. Sent it to your team. Saw on the news they think you’re dead. There’s like a candlelight vigil thing for you this Friday in the park. Isn’t that sweet?”
Darian twitched a frown, eyes sliding away. “..s-ure.”
“I’d totally go, but I feel like it’d be rude to leave you alone during your own not-funeral, y’know? We can have a movie night or something instead.”
…Darian….had no idea what to say to that. So he said nothing at all.
A small part of him was screaming for him to run. To lash out and hit Calyx. To sprint from the room or strangle them.
..the rest of him was too fucking tired to even get through considering that idea. He’d probably pass out if he tried to stand, anyway.
Aaaaaand Calyx was back to playing with his hair. …no – braiding it now. Their little fingers were twisting it out as long as possible to tangle a small cornrow from the corner of his forehead. Keeping their hands busy, he supposed.
“..c-an I…..get some water-?”
“Mm-! Right right right, you’re probably dehydrated as fuck, one sec-“ Calyx stood, crossing out of the room.
Darian stared after them, then finally let his eyes roam the space.
…queen sized bed. Not a spare room – this one was littered in things. Piles of clothes that weren’t put away. A few articles that had missed the toss to the hamper. Pictures tacked on the wall. Pocket change and trinkets drizzled over the dresser. This was Calyx’ room.
Whichhhhhh meant they probably slept next to Darion last night.
..and would continue to.
Greatttttttt-
His eyes snapped back up to the doorframe as Calyx reentered, holding up a clear water bottle with a straw. “Got it – think you can sit up?”
Darian half scowled at them, shifting up and shoving his elbows under his weight to scoot b-
…
Darian winced and twitched away from whatever was patting at his cheek.
“There you are.” He could fucking hear the grin in Calyx’ voice. “Guess the answer to that was ‘no’, huh?”
Darian grimaced, head rolling away. “a-ns’r to wha-?”
“Whether or not you can sit up.” Something poked at his lips, drawing a flinch. “..it’s just a straw, you’re fine. It’s water. Undrugged and everything.”
Darian wanted so badly to give him some shit line like ‘that’s what you said last time’, but not only would that make Darian look even dumber, he had no choice here. His throat was practically sticking to itself with every swallow – he needed water and it wasn’t going to come from anywhere else.
So. Reluctantly. He let his lips close around it, sucking down greedy mouthfuls of the fresh, cool liquid. A half panic surged through his mind, mouth chasing the straw as it withdrew.
“Hey- chill out, there’s gonna be more. You’ll make yourself sick drinking it that fast.”
Darian scowled, letting his head flop back against the pillow.
Calyx perched on the edge of the bed again after they set the bottle down. Their arm propped up on the other side of Darian, leaning over him. “Are you mad at me~?” Pouting.
Darian’s head twisted further from him. “N-o shit.”
Calyx cooed a sorrowful sound, fingertips ghosting over Darian’s lips. “I’ll make it up to you~! You’ll see. You’re going to love being mine.”
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