Thank you very much for helping me with this one ka-boomhauer <3

Two days later, Bon and Malcolm were sitting in the living room watching a movie. The younger one leaned his back against the singer's chest. His eyes drooped as it was late afternoon and he was quite tired. The singer had pulled him tight and was happily holding him in his arms while his eyes were fixed on his mop of dark hair. Bon leaned down and started kissing Malcolm's shoulder gently when he suddenly noticed something. Confused, he pulled away and held Malcolm a little away to get a closer look. His eyes widened and he let a choked scream slip over his lips.

"Malcolm!" He exclaimed in shock. The guitarist opened his eyes startled and whirled around to look at Bon.

"What's up?"

"You're bleeding." Bon whimpered when he saw that the blood that had soaked Malcolm's shirt was also on his own shirt.

"What?" Malcolm asked. His brain was still sleepy and not working properly, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his wings and gasped for air. He reached his back with his hand and hissed while narrowing his eyes.

"Baby. What's going on?" Bon whimpered, hyperventilating. "Let me see." Bon started to pull up Malcolm's shirt, but the younger man immediately jumped to his feet and backed away from him. "I will not hurt you. I promise it. Let me see it. God it's so much blood." Bon breathed in shock as he stood up with his hands up and walked towards Malcolm. The guitarist's eyes darted around uneasily as his heart pounded against his chest. Faster than Phil's foot on the bass drum in riff raff. "Let me see." Bon pleaded. At that moment Angus entered the living room. He had been in the kitchen eating supper. Phil and Cliff were out at a bar.

"Angus." Malcolm whimpered as he sank to the ground and made himself as small as possible. The younger brother quickly ran up to him and knelt in front of him. He immediately noticed the blood, which kept increasing.

"What happened?" He asked wide-eyed while having one hand on Malcolm's shoulder and one on his waist, helping him up.

"They're bleeding, Ang. They're bleeding." Malcolm sobbed in pain. Angus took his arm and, without another word, pulled him up the stairs to the bathroom. Bon quickly followed them, but Angus wanted to close the door in his face.

"Damn Angus! What's going on here?!" Bon yelled angrily as he put his foot in the door and prevented the younger one from closing it.

"Let me shut the damn door!" Angus yelled angrily, but Bon wouldn't let him. Malcolm sat on the edge of the tub and whimpered in the background.

"What's going on here? Why is he bleeding? Let me help dammit! He's my boyfriend!" Bon shrieked as Angus managed to close the door and lock it from the inside. The singer pounded on the door. "Let me in! I'm his boyfriend, dammit! I'm more worried about him than you'll ever be!" Bon heard the two brothers rustle in the bathroom. "Holy shit! Mal! Say something! I want to help you! Let me in!"

"Go away Bon. You can't help." Angus said calmly through the door this time. Bon leaned his forehead against the oak wood.

"Let me try. Please. I want to help. What's wrong with you? Why are you bleeding?What's wrong with your back? Just tell me." Bon whimpered. "I am your boyfriend. I love you. Don't you understand that?" Tears rolled down Bon's cheeks.

"You can't help me here." Malcolm said quietly through the door. "I'm sorry, Bonny."

*

After a while Bon went to his room. He was sad but also kind of angry. He was Malcolm's boyfriend! Why didn't Malcolm trust him!?

*

At the same time, Malcolm was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. He was only wearing his underpants. His legs were in the bath while Angus stood behind him, shaking, trying to undo the blood-soaked leather harness, but the buckles kept slipping out of his hands. Angus took a deep breath before finally opening it. Malcolm sobbed as Angus removed the harness and threw it on the floor. A lot of feathers were stuck to it and Angus had accidentally ripped them out.

"Shh. It's good. It's good." Angus whispered, patting Malcolm's bare shoulder to calm him down. "It's good. I'm here. Everything's fine." Angus took the hand held shower head and put his hand under it a bit. He adjusted the temperature until it was comfortably warm. "Spread your wings, Mally." Angus whispered. Malcolm was shaking with pain as he did it. The younger one began to gently flush the white feathers. The water that went down the drain was red. After a while he was done. There were still a few feathers that had come loose. Angus switched the shower head off and got a large towel with which he gently began to dab the large wings and dry them. "You wear the harness too often and for too long." Angus said as Malcolm got up and turned around. "Your wings are bleeding because of it." Malcolm whimpered a little as he nudged the tip of his left wing against the shower screen as they were too big for the small room.

"But what should I do?" The older man asked dejectedly as he got out of the bathtub.

"You have to leave them open or they will never heal. That's your problem, Mal. You don't have a chance to recover." Angus said. Malcolm washed and dried the leather harness.

"Help me put it on." Mal said then, biting his lip as he gathered his wings and pressed them against his body.

"Malcolm..." Angus began.

"Just help me, dammit!" Malcolm yelled angrily. The younger one flinched and helped him to fasten his wings again. "You know as well as I do that I can't leave them open." Malcolm murmured as he pulled a clean shirt over his head. Angus sighed.

"You just have to tell Bon. He's worried about you, Mal. For starters, Bon would be a big step. We could tell the other guys later, but Bon...Bon should know."

"I can't, Angus." Malcolm sighed as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. "I can't tell him."

"You could ruin your relationship with him." Angus said quietly as he picked up the feathers that were lying on the floor and stuffed them into his pocket. With that he left the bathroom to dispose of the feathers in the garbage can. Malcolm sighed. He went into his and Bon's room. They had put their belongings in a large room that they now shared. Bon lay on the bed. He was holding a magazine and looking rather sad. Malcolm carefully lay down next to him and rolled onto his side. He slowly reached out his hand and wanted to touch Bon's arm, but the older one pulled away.

"You don't want to be touched by me. You don't want me to take care of you. So leave it." Bon snorted and stood up.

*

Bon went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. After that he would go back to bed and sleep. He was just so angry but at the same time scared. However at the moment his anger was bigger. The singer sat on the edge of the bathtub while moving his toothbrush in his mouth when he suddenly noticed something white. He got up and bent down to pick it up. His eyes widened. It was a large white feather, the lower part of it was covered in blood, turning it pink.