Sammy

By the time we made it back to fight club, Dante and I were so completely worn out, we basically collapsed on the floor of the gym mats. He and I were one hundred percent soaked from the rain that was pouring ferociously outside. You could hear it coming down on the pavement. I couldn't tell what time it was, or how much time had passed for that matter.

As soon as I had remembered the key card I had slipped into Dante's hoodie this morning, I didn't wait to turn on the gps tracking app and take off through the drizzling rain in the direction it was telling me to go. It took me longer than I thought to catch up to Dante. I had no idea he could run that fast.

From the way Dante was gripping his body now, I knew he had been injured during that time. When I had finally caught up to him in that alley, he looked exasperated. There was now bloody water starting to pool onto the gym mat from his left arm's sleeve.

"Come on." I gestured to him. "I need to take a look at you before anything gets worse."

Dante was hesitant and clearly avoiding my gaze. He didn't take my hand, but instead lifted himself up. I noticed his body tense with pain when he put too much weight on his injured arm.

"I-It's okay, I can handle it." His voice came out unevenly.

"Don't be ridiculous. I have a first aid kit upstairs." I all but snapped at him. "Let's go." It was making me more and more unsettled seeing him in pain like this.

Dante and I made our way up to my flat. It felt like a mission and half considering just how unwilling both our legs were to move. I pointed to the edge of my couch, and told him to take a seat on the armrest. He slowly lowered himself, mindful of his side which also looked injured.

"I'll be fine, honestly." He tried in a last ditch effort to get me to leave it alone, but I shook my head at him.

"Will you pull your hoodie off?" I asked him. There was that hesitant look in his eyes as he continued to avoid my gaze, but his fingers eventually curled around the hem of the soaked sweater, and he began the tiresome process of peeling the fabric away from his body.

He looked a little confused as to where to set the dripping bundle, but I just had him hand it to me. When I reached into the pocket, sure enough, one of the key cards was still there.

"What is that?" Dante asked curiously.

"It's an access key for some lockers around here. Grayson kept losing his to the point where I had the company install a GPS tracker into them. I didn't wear anything with pockets today so I put it in your hoodie when I went to go pick up some materials for the roof." I explained to him.

If it wasn't for that small mindless act, I didn't even want to think about what would have happened to Dante.

He looked so deep in thought, I couldn't help but assume that he was thinking about that right now.

"I'm so sorry." He told me quietly. "I'm so sorry about taking off, and your hand-" Dante gestured to my right hand that was still bruised and bloody from punching the brick wall. It must have been the adrenaline or something, but it didn't hurt nearly as bad as it looked. "This is all my fault, and I-"

"No." I shook my head sternly. "No apologies. You have nothing to apologize for. Let me take a look at that arm."

I pulled the first aid kit out, and took a seat next to Dante. I sat on the second couch's arm rest adjacent to where he sat on the first. He was wearing just a plain white shirt now, but the rain had made it almost completely see through. His left short sleeve was red from blood. Right below the hem of the sleeve, there was a pretty deep slash from where the knife had cut into him.

I tried to act as unexpressive as possible because I didn't want to alarm Dante, but this one was going to take some time to heal. Disinfectant was the first thing I pulled out, as I leant closer to this man in front of me.

Dante was staring straight ahead, almost like a soldier. It was only when the gauze touched near the cut, did he start to squirm a bit from the pain.

"Keep still." I instructed him lightly. His body stilled like a fucking pole. I didn't realize why he had gotten so rigid, until I glanced in the direction his eyes were fixated on. I had set my hand down on his thigh.

My hand pulled back as soon as I noticed it, but instead of bringing it to my side, I set it gently on his shoulder to shift him towards me a bit. Luckily the blood had started to clot.

I used the dry gauze to gently pay dry before repeating the disinfecting process once more. Dante's arm muscles would spasm every so often, distracting the shit out of me. It was like a rippling affect from his shoulder down to his wrist.

It made my hands want to touch. To wander.

Instead, I allowed my eyes to.

From where my left hand held his right shoulder, I started to follow the protrusion of his collarbone towards the base of his neck. Water droplets ran down from his curly brown hair, to join at the hem of the wet shirt collar.  I hadn't noticed my left hand had started to move until Dante took a sharp breath.

When my fingers grazed over his collar bone, I felt him shiver against me.

"S-Sammy." Dante forced out hoarsely.

The way he had said my name, made my bruised fingers loosen their grip on the rolled up gauze. I let it fall into the couch somewhere.

The hand that was exploring, slowly slid its way up from Dante's neck, into his hair. His eye lids dropped slightly as he leant back against my touch. That was when he finally cast a gaze in my direction.

Those large brown eyes half closed like that as I massaged the tenderness of his nape...

I couldn't stop myself.

Some would argue I didn't try to, as I leant in further and kissed him.

This time, I didn't act like a complete fucking idiot.

This time, I closed my eyes and actually fucking kissed him.

When I felt his lips against mine for the second time today, this experience was different. Dante's lips were dare I say softer than I remembered, but cold. When his lips touched mine, it felt like a cool can of soda against me.

I couldn't remember doing it to save my life, but judging by the crash I heard somewhere behind me, I must have knocked the entire first aid off the couch.

It was hard to give much of a fuck, though. Especially when Dante started to lean back onto the couch. I made sure to lay him back on the cushions gently, while still maintaining those soft lips against me. I took the kiss as slow as I could possibly take it, but when Dante's tongue slid out against my bottom lip to ask for entrance, I threw all caution to the wind.

His tongue slowly pushed past my lips, allowing me to taste him. He tasted like a lemonhead.

Kassie had brought us a few sweets with our lunch, but I told her none of us could eat any of that during training. Dante must have slipped a piece of candy out of the bag before Kassie took it back with her.

As his hand reached up to caress my neck and his lips moved against me, I starting to grow a little weak. My left hand shifted to his side, but Dante must have moved at the same time, because I felt his body tensed up again.

One minute, I had Dante underneath me, with his soaked body flush against my own.

The next, I was on the floor with a gash on my head from the coffee table that failed to cushion my fall.

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