hurt/comfort | aphro if you want it

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He's in a hellish state. Rolo can't move, but it's not because he doesn't want to. He's tied up, and his whole body is weak. He can hardly keep conscious, both from the searing pain and from the blood loss he's endured, from wounds and being fucked raw and way too hard. His chest and hips have claw-marks in them, and it looks like he had been in a

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Seeing the tell-tale glint of metal from inside the open door way, Angeal does a double-take and sees that the nude body on the bed looks a hell of a lot like someone who'd rather not be there.

Remembering how another of his attempted rescues had backfired, the ex-SOLDIER hesitates in the doorway. He doesn't want to be attacked or seduced again. But he can't very well just walk away from someone who is hurt and upset. His honor and his heart would hurt for it. This kid obviously needed help.

Choosing to block the door with one boot, as was his usual form of entrance in this place, Angeal quietly enters the room, trying to move slowly so that the young man on the bed could see him. "Not here to hurt you. Just want to help," he murmurs, knowing his large, muscular form could seem imposing to some people.

of course~!

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Rolo is instantly paranoid when he hears someone in the doorway. His gut instinct tells him it's Gunji, he's returned to do more damage on his body, and he'll probably die. He's surprised, to say the least, that it's not Gunji. The man is still as intimidating as the male who did this to him, and he flinches upon seeing his height and stature.

It didn't matter if he was there to help, he thinks. He couldn't move no matter what the man was here for. He looks away, still rather uncertain about the stranger in the room. He wants to be rescued, but he'd rather not speak at the moment. It would hurt too much.

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Considering the amount of damage this person had sustained, Angeal was very gentle about how he slid onto the bed, next to Rolo. Reaching for the collar, Angeal's glowing navy eyes draw down for a moment as he tries to find a way to release the other man.

Poor guy. The blood was everywhere, and with the collar and chain, there was probably a good chance that the damage done had been more than just physical. Angeal hummed softly.

Introductions could wait until this person was dressed. For now, freeing him was most important. Well, freeing him and covering him from prying eyes. Carefully, Angeal flipped the red silken covers up to hide Rolo from view.

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He didn't want to look at him. He made him uneasy, but that was only based on physical appearance alone. He could tell the man had good intentions by his body language. He kept his gaze averted for now and let him do whatever.

Rolo looked down when the silk covers were used to hide the damage done to him. He appreciated that. He hated being looked at by passerby who were to afraid to come in. He didn't want him staring at his wounds, either. It would just humiliate him further.

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"We need to get you cleaned up. Can you move?" He sounded very paternal. Odd, perhaps, in this place, but he obviously didn't think of Rolo in a sexual way.

Normally, Angeal might have reached to brush the hair out of Rolo's eyes. But considering the situation, the larger man thought better of it. The kid was obviously upset, and avoiding eye-contact. Physical contact would probably also prove less than helpful.

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Rolo shook his head at his question, relaxing some from the kind aura he gave off. He was still on edge, knowing he shouldn't trust anyone in this place. He had been told before he should make friends, allies to Rolo, but he didn't know if he could do that. Especially not after what had transpired.

He took a deep breath, trying not to strain himself. He didn't want to force himself to speak. He hoped the man would understand.

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"Hmmmm. Will you let me clean you off? Would you rather be moved to another room?" The questions were asked with a pause between them, as Angeal was becoming aware that this person had trouble speaking.

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"Yes," he managed to say, namely to both questions, but largely to the last one. There was still a chance his tormentor would return. Rolo couldn't handle that, mentally. The hoarseness of his voice had been apparent when he squeezed out his answers, hoarse from screaming, yelling, and actually moaning. He looked away again.

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Navy eyes drew downwards in a half-wince at the hoarse tone. If the kid was lying, he was doing a damn good job of it. Angeal was beginning to regret doubting him.

Opening the door a bit wider, then replacing his boot with the sheets he'd found in a nearby closet, Angeal quickly put the boot back on and came to stand again by Rolo's bedside.

Wrapping the sheets gently about Rolo, trying not to snag any of the wounds, Angeal cradled him protectively in the red sheet.

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He made a wounded noise at being picked up. His body was sore all over, and being touched just made it worse. He stuck it out, however. He wasn't going to be in that damned room any longer and it was a huge relief. Rolo shut his eyes, trying his best not to let out anymore sounds of pain while being carried. The quieter he was, the better.

Yikes. Sorry for the wait; I got sick.

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Gently, Angeal carried Rolo to an elevator, letting it take them up about 20 floors before exiting and depositing the boy in another room's bed. "You don't have to talk. But I don't mind, if you want to."

He left the bedside for a moment to find some sheets, to prop the door open. Next on the agenda, obviously, would be cleaning Rolo off, and checking to make sure he'd be okay long-term.

Oh no! DX Are you okay now?

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He was glad to be out of there. The farther away from the floor he was on, the safer he felt. He nodded, not really feeling up to speaking. It hurt worse than a sore throat when having a cold, so he really didn't want to push it. He'd lose it all together if he strained too much.

Rolo tried relaxing while on the bed. He was still watching Angeal's every move, cautious. He couldn't fight him off or yell for help, but he could be wary. He cleared his throat, looking at the door he left propped open.

Mostly. Still sick. Not nearly as bad as yesterday,

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Angeal glanced between the boy and the propped-open door, not sure as to the reason why the young man had cleared his throat. "Hm?" He came closer to the bedside, knowing Rollo was having trouble speaking.

I hope you feel better. Rest up!

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"Trying to clear it," he said, pointing at his throat. He coughed some, afterward as he looked away from the door. Rolo put a hand to his head weakly, feeling a headache coming on. He hated all of this. Feeling weak, vulnerable. Feeling as though he couldn't do anything to change it. He frowned.

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Trying to smile encouragingly, Angeal suggested, "Let's get you cleaned up." And possibly get the kid some water. Aspirins wouldn't exactly be the best idea at the moment, considering the blood loss.

Departing for the restroom for a few moments, Angeal returned with some wet and dry towels, rubbing alcohol and bandages.

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Rolo nodded, doing his best to try to sit up as Angeal went to get what he needed. It hurt to even attempt to sit up, but at least he tried. He managed to whisper, "Be careful." He didn't want anymore pain than he already went through.