Strife flew over the familar green plains and forests as quickly as his jetpack could carry him. The call kept playing over and over again in his head...

Strife! Strife? Hello? Listen-uh... Something happened, and everything is a bit crazy. The witches all despawned and *static makes this part of the voice message inaudible* I need help over here, like now!

Now, usually Strife would think of it as nothing, thinking that Parvis just broke his sorting system again, or maybe a creeper blew up. But, he got rid of Picky already, and Parvis sounded absolutely terrified. Also, the witches despawned... that means that no blood is being sacrificed, and that can lead to bad things for the blood mage.

So, the second he got the message, he was off. He couldn't bear to think about what it would be like without Parv. Strife didn't even understand why the blood mage was such a big deal to him. Then again, he was helping him become the most powerful of all on the server, which he still didn't know why he was doing either. Nothing made sense to the blonde at the moment-his thoughts were all jumbled and worried. Images flashed through his mind of a huge mess over at Parv's base, or just complete chaos.

Parvis was, despite being a bit well annoying to Will, actually a pretty nice guy. Sometimes Strife regretted when he would insist that the mage was in no way more pro then him, when in reality Parvis was a quite accomplished magic user. He had a Tier 5 alter, the ability to summon many demons, was pretty much invincible to any damage, and had a pretty impressive base set up. Why he would always insist that Parvis was still not good at minecraft was pretty simple. He would never admit it, but he still wanted to hang with the darker haired man. By saying he still couldn't accomplish such on his own, he would always be happier when he got calls asking for him to come help out.

Strife never really thought about why he would feel such towards Parvis. I mean- they were exact opposites really. Strife wanted nothing to do with magic, although he was quite experienced in the art... and well at everything. He was very mature, and didn't really life playing around.

Parvis on the otherhand, was a complete potty-mouth wizard, although Strife recognized he censored himself when he was around. He was also experienced, but not to the point of Strife. He knew stuff about Blood Magic, but even then not much. His knowledge of other minecraft mods, or minecraft in general was a lot less than Will's. Maturity was not something Parvis actually owned, or could even try to get a grip on. He was the most childish adult Strife had ever met, but... it was refreshing to be with him. Strife really didn't mind his childishness, he rather liked it.

As the castle came into view, Strife skimmed over the whole entire building. He searched for large holes in the castle, or fire, or anything out of the ordinary really. But, everything was just... silent. And this was never a good sign in the castle. It was always loud somehow, but that was fine with him.

He dropped into the garden of the castle, and opened the main door. He walked down the staircase carefully, armed and ready to kill anything that could be lurking around. But as he got off the final step- his eyes widened at the sight in front of him.

The darker haired man laid limply over the Tier 5 alter, the red sticky substance coating both of his arms. A sacrificial dagger was dropped on the floor near his right hand, and blood trickled down the alter's steps. Parv's bonded armor and sword were thrown around the room in a trail, leading towards the alter, as if he took it off on the way there.

Will turned pale, realizing that Parv laid there limply. He quickly sprinted over, carefully stepping over the scattered blood items, making his way over to Parvis. He took careful steps up the alter, cautiously stepping over the slippery blood as to avoid falling. When he reached Parvis he kneeled down, and at closer inspection, he realized that he was stil breathing.

A small smile spread across his face, and when he glanced into the alter he could see the last bit of blood that was drained from Parv's arm gone. He sighed,"Parvis-what did you do."

He reached under the dark haired man, ignoring the blood that got all over his arms and clothes. He flipped him over, and just stared at him. Blood covered the front of his black t-shirt, his hair was stuck and knotted together from the contact with blood. The red substance also was spread across his face, and still dripped from his arms.

With a sigh, he slung the bloodied man's limp arm over his own shoulder, and used his left arm to support his back. His left arm then went under his leg, and with one deep breath he hoisted Parvis up. His limp figure was a lot easier to carry actually, but then again he was very skinny and forgot to eat often. Will shook his head and carried the man towards the baths that were put in recently.

He set the fully-clothed man down in the tub, already smeering blood over the white tile. How was he going to do this, exactly? I mean- he was definitely not going to let him go to bed covered in blood, that was completely disgusting... I mean... he could always just strip him down to his underwear and wash him. It would be like a swimsuit... wouldn't it.

He contemplated for a moment, before deciding that this was absolutely nessicary. Will tentatively reached for the bottom of the limp man's shirt. He pulled it off, and threw it to the corner of the room, where it landed with a wet plop, and started a small blood puddle. The blonde man's fingers hovered over the button and zipper of the mage's jeans, before finally unbuttoning and unzipping them. Getting the things off was a struggle. They were damp with blood, and on top of that very tight skinny jeans. But he managed, and was soon staring at an almost naked Parvis.

His hand reached for the faucet, and the second the water turned on Parvis' dark brown eyes shot open. His head turned quickly towards Will, then back down to his naked self in a bath, and let out the girliest scream Will have ever heard.

"Parvis, please calm down."

"WILL WHY AM I IN A BATH TUB?"

"Just let me explain. Calm down-"

"WHY AM I NAKED?"

"Just shush for a minute and I will tell you-"

"WILLIAM STRIFE ARE YOU TRYING TO RAPE ME?"

Strife's eyes widened, and he felt his face get hot, and blush the green color of his eyes. "Wh-what? Ew! Parvis no! I- you were covered in blood. You passed out when I got here, so I picked you up and gave you a bath. I wasn't going to let you sleep covered in blood!"

"Wait... What time is it," Parv asked.

Will narrowed his eyes at the suddenly calm man, but still looked at his watch and read," 11:43..."

"Aww! Strifeykins was worried about me," Parv cooed, a small smile upon his face as he looked at Strife like he was his Senpai.

"Wh-what? No I wasn't," Will replied defensively.

"Ahuh... Sure. Strife, it is normally an hour flight from your base to here, and I called you at 11:10," Parv smirked, raising his eyebrows at Strife.

"W-well, the way you sounded in the message, like something really bad happened. And, I fix problems, and their was obviously a problem here... But now that everything is all good I should be on my way," Strife spoke quickly, ignoring the blush that still resided on his face and attempting to stand up.

He was stopped when something caught his wrist... more like someone. He looked down and sighed, staring at the brown puppy-dog eyes upon Parv's face. "Well... I mean... I dunno... I am still pretty weak. How will I get out of the bath without you," Parv sighed, looking at Strife hopefully.

"Ugh. Fine, I'll wait outside, call me when you need me," Will groaned, turning again to leave, but again being caught by the same bloody hand.

"Wait- I think I am too weak to wash my hair... do you mind," Parv asked, a mischevious grin showing upon his face.

The blonde pursed his lips, staring at his friend looking innocent in the now halfway filled, somehow bubble filled bath. "Fine-whatever," Will groaned, kneeling back down next to the tub.

He reached over Parv for the shampoo, then sat back down and poured some onto his hands. He sighed as he scrubbed Parv's knotted and bloody dark hair, scrubbing out all of the blood and mud from his never washed hair. "Jesus, you never take baths do you, Parvis?"

"Nope," Parvis laughed, popping the "p' constanant, then sighing as he leaned back in the tub.

Strife just focused on washing out the blood, which was quite difficult, seeing that the blood had dried on already, and ended up all over his scalp and into the back of his neck. The only thing that stopped him from scraping the blood from the damp hair was when Parv pulled out his own pair of damp underwear from out of the water, and flung it across the room.

Will's green eyes widened, and felt his cheeks heat up more as he stared at Parv. "Good job, genius. How are you supposed to get out of here now," Will asked.

"A towel," Parv shrugged,"I dunno. I would've needed your help changing out of them anyway."

Will's blush only seemed to get stronger, as he groaned, rinsing his hands in the water before grabbing Parv's forehead and gently leaning him backwards. The bubbles floated out of his hair as Will ran his hand through it, combing out any other clots of blood or dirt or whatever Parvis had in his hair. Who knew really?

"Alright, I will scrub your arms, but everything else is your job," Will answered, gently taking a cloth and covering it in soap.

Parv's eyes widened in realization, and before he could open his mouth to protest, Will had pushed the soapy wash cloth up against his cut arm. "Oww," Parv whined, trying to wriggle from Will's strong grip on his elbow.

"Alex Parvis, do you want it to get an infection," Strife asked sternly, staring at the darker haired man.

"No," Parv sighed angerly, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. The soap stung, a lot. He never really cleaned his cuts before unless it was in the river in such. He hasn't actually cut himself in awhile, considering he had the witches to do that. Reopening the already made scars was painful, along with not being used to the pain of the dagger against his skin was awful.

"Stife, this hurts," Parv whined, as Strif stopped scrubbing and began doing the other arm.

"Then why didn't you wait for me, and I could've helped you," Will asked.

"Because, if I would've waited the blood would've all drained. And my armor was hurting me."

"You could've unbonded it," Strife suggested.

"Then I would have to restart everything. I just took it off, but now it should be okay for a bit. The blood should hold it off for a little," Parv sighed, scrunching his nose at the particularly hard scrub agianst his skin.

"Okay, all done. You do the rest, I will be waiting outside," Will said, handing Parvis the sponge before walked out the bathroom door.

The second he was out of the room, he sat down and put his head in his knees. In no way shape or form did he just give Alex Parvis a bath... and get excited...not to mention just those butterlies in his stomach. What was this? A petty school yard crush? No! No, William Strife was an alien sent to solve problems. He looked down at the crotch of his jeans. Then again, he did have a bit of a problem at the moment.

He was about the solve this problem, when a voice from the bathroom called. "All done, Strifeykins!"With a sigh, Will opened the door. His eyes almost fell out of his head at what he saw.

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Parv sat awkwardly on his bed,whilst Will had his head in his hands, rocking back and forward slowly.

"What the fuck happened to using a towel," Will groaned.

"I couldn't reach it. I am sorry, Strife," Parv apologized genuinely.

Will wasn't really upset at him, but more upset with himself for getting that feeling. Why did he like to see Parv butt naked, why did he find him extremely attractive? Why was this happening to him?

"I feel like I did something really bad," Parv whimpered sadly, reminding Will of a small child. His eyes widened, he was basicaly feeling this way about a child?! Well not really, but Parv could act like one at times.

'"It is okay, Parv. I am not mad at you," Strife whispered.

"Oh... then who are you mad at," Parv asked curiosuly.

"Nothing, really Parvis. I am a bit confused though," the blonde admitted with a deep sigh.

"Oh... what are you confused about," Parvis asked, standing up and sitting on the edge of the same bed. Strife froze at the distance between them- thier shoulders were touching, and it felt like warmth was being spread through him.

"You wouldn't understand, Parvis," Will sighed, trying to ignore the proximity of the darker haired man.

But, what neither of them knew was that Parv did understand. He understood perfectly what Will was feeling, and maybe he understood it a little more... or at least accepted it. He understood it especially well when he heard Strife's deep voice, or saw the rare smile on his usually down to buisness face, or whenever they would enjoy themselves instead of working.

"I-I might," Parvis almost whispered, smiling shyly and adverting his eyes from Will.

"What do you mean, Parvis?"

"Well... at least I accept it," Parv sighed.

"Accept what... exactly," Strife asked curiously, but by now realised exactly what Parv was talking about.

"You're a smart man, Strife... You know what I am talking about," Parvis sighed, getting up and turning off the light. He slowly made his way towards the bed next to Strife, and layed down, tucking himself under the covers. 

Through the darkness, Strife could see him laying on his back, just staring at the ceiling with a sad look on his face. Two things ran through his mind, and for once... he was actually considering to go through with the illogical one. And he did.

William Strife, CEO of Strife Solutions, got up from the bed and sat on the edge of Parvis' bed. The blood mage sat up, a confused look etched on his face, staring at the blonde through the darkness. Strife took a deep breath, then turned towards Parv. And without uttering a single sound, he grabbed his face gently and connecting their lips.

The kiss was breathtaking. Sparks-no fireworks, flew around them as they were both indulged into pure bliss as their lips moved together in perfect harmony. Strife took in Parv's familiar scent of blood and bread, but also smelled the still lingering soap that had been spread over his body earlier. He kissed fiercer and more passionate than he had ever kissed someone before. This was all new, the feeling that the kiss supplied, to the foreign man, and damn was it amazing.

When they pulled apart for air, Parv looked completely shocked, and yet a small smirk appeared on his face as he stared at the blonde. "I was beginning to get impatient," he teased, running his hand over the other's cheek that was blushing a deep green that was flourescent in the dark.

"It was a solution to the problem," Will stated in his deep mature voice.

Parv giggled," Really... aren't I still your problem?"

And Strife thought, and for once he put real emotion into what he said. Real pure emotion, saying something that had meaning to both men. He just smiled with his straight white teeth and said," Well, you are one problem I don't want to solve."

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#OBSESSEDWITHPARVILL #LOOOOOOOOL #PARVILL #MYANACONDADONT 

Hey, so imma tell you a story about what happened to me at school today...

So, as I might've mentioned before, or maybe not because it is embarrasing. But, I have one of those laughs that are like silent laughing, and then laughing like how Cry does when he is drunk, and then sometimes cackling. So today in history class I found my friend ***** and I share the same laugh. He started singing and dancing to Anaconda during history class and we both just started cracking up laughing just like that, when it was previously silent. #LIFELONGFRIEND