[CLOSED] together in paris.

[sebastian marque manneville]

"I don't know, Cole!" He cried. "I don't know what happened, okay?! I don't! I'm sorry, baby.. I'm sorry." He climbed off the bed, gently brushing Cole's hair back. "I'm sorry, Cole.. I'm sorry.. I-.. I don't know what happened.. Please.. The voices keep telling me to hurt you, I'm sorry.." He cried, desperate for Cole to love him again. "Please.. Cole.."

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole swallowed, allowing to hug him this time, but his pride had been hurt to much to look his way.
'Why don't you grow the fuck up for once?!'
"I'm not a child.." He choked to himself. "I'm just scared, okay?! I'm scared...I'm sorry I act like that...I'm sorry..." He began to cry harder and got up, not sure what to think about what Baz had said, utterly confused. Finally he just sat down on the bed, then curled up again. He should have been terrified that Baz might still do something. But he was so desperate to be accepted by anybody other than his family anymore, that even the fact that Baz was sick slipped his mind, and he pushed it off as having actually upset him. Not to mention he wasn't all that well informed about the parasite yet.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Baz sighed, wiping the tears from his face. He'd knew that he should have gotten checked out when people started talking about an infection. He knew he should have turned back at the airport when people /weren't/ talking about the parasite. He should have gotten help before he even left. And now he was an ocean away from anyone who could help him with a person he adored more than anything that was mad at him. He decided against saying anything, just walked over to the other bed he'd honestly hoped they wouldn't need, and pulled his shirt over his head. He worked off his belt, then climbed in between the sheets, tucking his arm under the pillow. He looked at the wall, watching it as the voices started talking again, telling him he was nothing but a sick bastard to ever lay a hand on the boy. Silent tears fell down his cheeks, and he waited until he was sure Cole was either asleep or didn't even want to be here anymore before he walked into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it.

If he couldn't get help for the voices, he'd do it himself.

He looked around the cabinets, finding one of the spare razors hotels always left, and carefully started to deconstruct it. He worked out of his jeans, a little too scared to ever hurt his arms. He slowly started etching Cole's name into his leg, but the pain wasn't anything close to what he was feeling. He threw the razor across the room, content to just lay there and bleed with no one the wiser.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole didn't sleep long before he began to cry and reached for Baz. But Baz wasn't there. He sat up slowly, rubbing at his eyes. If Baz said it was because he was sick, then he had to believe him, right..? Now he knew..if anyhing happened he could get away next time..right? And despite the way the words still hurt, despite how he was very well not only putting his virginity and pride on the line, but his life as well, he got up and began to look around. "Baz..." He cried softly, sniffling. He heard a clatter in the bathroom and opened the door, began to gag. "Baz..." He sat down next to him, grabbing a towel and pressing it to the other boys leg with another gag. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry.... I believe you..." He whispered over and over, lying his head on Sebastian's upper legs as he held the towel down.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Baz shook his head, tears falling down his cheeks. He gently pulled away from the boy, careful not to hurt him. But he was getting dizzier and dizzier at the loss of blood. "I hurt you.. tried to hurt you.. They won't s-shut up.." He braced a hand against the wall as he slowly slid back down, the voices screaming in his head. "Cole, I'd never hurt you.. Ever.. Not in my right mind.. I'd never hurt you.."

[cole manaj gryffon]

"I know..I'm sorry... It's okay..." He scooted over to him again, pressing back down on the cuts with the towel firmly again. "Sh..." He insisted, taking the risk to lean up for a kiss. "S'okay Baz... 'm okay..." For now. But...he seemed sane right now right? At least on the outside. He kissed his cheek gently, hugging him closer.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Baz started sobbing again, shaking his head. "Please, Cole.. Please go to bed.. I don't want to hurt you again.." He pleaded, and hoped Cole could only heed his warning. He had that familiar feeling in his stomach, that horrible need for Cole. "Cole, you have to go.. Go down to the lobby and sit for awhile.. Please.." He cried urgently. All he knew was he couldn't bear to see the boy cry anymore. "We'll get you a ticket home in the morning.. Please go now.."

[cole manaj gryffon]

"Don't cry, Baz.." He whispered innocently, reaching to brush away his tears. He fished around in the cabinet and found a first aid kit, wrapped Sebastian's leg tightly. "No..." He cried softly. "I don't wanna go..I wanna stay with you Baz." He kissed him again, eyebrows furrowing as he touched his cheek. He reached down to fix the briefs and pajama pants he had thrown on, then bent to wipe blood from the floor with the towel, remaining close to Baz.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Baz wished Cole would listen to reason for once, but it was too late. He could feel himself losing any control he had before. He got up on his knees, pushing Cole against the wall. He started kissing over his neck, his hands sliding up the boy's shirt slowly. He pressed against him, sucking gently on his neck.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole huffed softly as he was pressed to the wall. "See..? It's okay..." He murmured, not able to tell if this was Baz sane or not. He wasn't forcing anything yet. Maybe he just wanted to make up for what he had done? He whimpered at the kiss along his neck, tilted his head with a quick breath, not fighting him. They'd done this before, the making out. Nothing out of ordinary..