The Road To Glory, Or Something like that. (Open)

[Blaike]

Blaike let out grunt, kicking at gravel on the side walk. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his shorts. The male turned the corner on the street, and pressed his back up against the brick wall. Blue eyes scanned over the streets as he looked around.

“Why am I even in this ******* place. I can't tell up from ******* down.”
He pulled his phone out, trying to read the directions he had been sent, holding the screen up close to his face, the light illuminating his face, as fingers pressed onto the screen, trying to adjust the map he was looking at. After a few moments he let out a low growl and thrust the phone into his pocket, turning he fainted a punch at the wall, stopping just before his fist hit with the brick. Instead he pointed out two fingers and ran them along the smooth brick.

“I'd give anything to be back in Buffalo, at least there I could just..” He let his hand fall off the wall, and stuffed it back into his pocket. He turned and looked down the alley way and then back to the street. Deciding it was probably better for everyone, he stepped back onto the side walk, walking back down past the businesses. His shoulders were as stiff as his walk, itching for a fight, though he knew he couldn't do that anymore, not until he knew how to control himself. He let out another grunt as he passed by a cop, keeping his head down. He didn't need the whole talk again. Actually, the last thing he wanted was to be reminded of his last fight. The fight that probably ended his career. ****, that didn't end his career. She did. Making him some *******...Nope, He wasn't even ready to fully admit what he was.
He turned down the next street, knowing he was completely lost but he wasn't about to ask for help, he got through juvie without help, he could make it through this damned city on his own, or at least that's how he was going to act. Blaike shivered, more out of memory of being cold than actually being cold. He knew he should be cold, He was walking around in a black tank top with a graphic image of two fighters in a ring, a pair of bright orange basket ball shorts, and flip flops. He should be freezing, but he wasn't. He passed by a bar, paused looking in through the window, he could feel the emotions of the people inside, almost feeling drunk himself just by standing near the door. He shook his head and looked away from the bar, He wasn't even sure where the hell he was going, everyone was always using terms like he'd grown up here. He stepped away from the bar, just in time to step directly into the chest of another guy. Blaike let out a growl, stepping back, his fist balled, natural instincts to fight kicking in. His blue eyes lit up, ready for the fight, knowing it was on his way, he felt his feet square up, his body relaxed. This was his natural state, the place he felt the most like himself, he waited to hear his heartbeat speed up, but it didn't. Instead the guy he ran into stepped back, laughing as he wrapped an arm around the other man he had walked out of the bar with.

“Hey Budddieee! Itzz all Good Brusif. Put those guns away before I ask to buy a ticket!” The guy raised his other hand in the air and winked at Blaike, before he turned and wrapped the other man he was with into a deep kiss. Blaike felt his whole body deflate, he could feel the lust radiating off the two men before him. Maybe in the past Blaike would have stepped up and asked to join them. But if he couldn't even control himself in the ring, where he always had the most control over himself. How could he even think about trying that without loosing himself. He stuffed his balled up fists into his pockets, and stepped around the two.

“I'd say make sure to spread em' before you go at it, but I think you two know what your doing.” Blaike quipped at the two guys, a smile half gracing his face as he winked and he walked away. He may not be able to jump in on the action, but that didn't mean he couldn't flirt a little.

He kept walking, really still unsure of where he was going, but he figured one of keepers he'd come to find in the city would track him down if they really wanted to find him.

Hell, he was sure one was probably keeping tabs on him at all times now.

[Melchior (DELETED 12067)]

He really should have known what a bad idea this would be. It had been written in the stars that today was not his day, and yet somehow, he had thought tonight would be a great time to go and explore with his new puppy. Well, look where that got him. A grey and brown blur racing past him as he reached out uselessly for the lead that he had dropped in his excitement for the new spiderman movie poster. Idiot.

“Marley!” He called loudly over the heads of the kids who were pulling their mothers towards the poster he had just had his fanboy moment over. Desperate didn’t even come close to the crack in his voice as he continued his pathetic calls. The dog didn’t even know its own name. A groan left him as he realized that he would have to run after the poor pup.

His feet pounded on the pavement as he sped after the dot of grey.

“Marley! Please…” he began to pant after barely running for more than three minutes.

In the distance, the pup seemed to consider stopping as it turned to look at Melchior and tipped its head.

“That's it boy...I’m dying over here..” He tried to plead with the unreasonable creature he loved with his whole heart.

The pup plonked its backside down on the pavement and let its tongue loll past its teeth. Melchior’s heart grew five times too big as he watched the image of a perfectly relaxed puppy. Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad idea if he got to see that smooshable face.

“Aw, my baby is adorable. I wub you so much my little sugerbean.” The smile that spread over his face radiated its own heat signature.

He started to coo at the baby, and the closer he got the more the dog responded with its own little yips of excitement. Then everything went to hell in a handbasket...as it always did when he was involved.

The dog took off at a clipped pace and he was left unbalanced and flailing. It was like one of those slow-motion moments in a film. The world stopped moving as he started to go head first towards the hard and unforgiving pavement. This was going to hurt.

“N..n..”

CRUNCH

“Ow!”

Once his face made its introductions to the ground (he had been too busy flapping his arms about like a dying duck to put his hands in front of his face) he just stayed there with eyes squeezed tightly shut. Of course, that would be the moment that his pup decided it had had enough of tormenting him. He felt the wet scrape of its tongue against his cheek, and the gentle huff of breath against his neck was almost enough to have him forgiving the naughty creature.

“I vink mu nos bwoken..” he mumbled into the ground.

[Blaike]

Had been staring up at the sky, trying to figure out where he was going based on the buildings around him. He only found himself getting more lost as he turned down the different streets. Lost in his own thoughts about his new situation.

He slipped past a group of people in front of what looked like a movie poster. That's when her heard the sound, was that a guy yelling? He fallowed the voice, more interested in seeing if it was a fight about to break out or at the very least it would be some sort of entertainment for himself while he was trying to navigate. As he fallowed the voice, he heard the sound of a dog yipping. Was that a dog?

Blaike shook his head, the sounds of yipping seemed to be in the same direction of the voice he had been fallowing.

He turned on the street corner, feeling like he was getting closer to whatever he had been fallowing. He came upon the sight of a man face first of the ground, a dog licking at mans head. Blaike tilted his head and scratched his jaw as he looked at the sight.

Thinking to himself that the man, even face down had a familiar since to him. He squatted down next to the man and the dog, extending his hand out he grabbed the loose lead on the dog, making sure that it wouldn’t run. He only figured the dog had gotten loose and that’s what had led to this scene before him.


“Uh, You alright buddie?” He half grunted out, he was used to seeing men face down, but for some reason he felt like this man needed some help. With one hand on the lead, Blaike extended his other hand to the dog in front of him, slowly, unsure how the animal would react to his presence. His blue eyes watched the dog as he waited for a response from the face down man.

[Melchior (DELETED 12067)]

The ground seemed like a relatively good place to remain. He could just keep his face pressed against the cold floor and pretend that he hadn’t tripped *** over heel again. Yeah, if he stayed like this everything would be cool.

“Uh, You alright buddie?” Or not. Of course, someone had seen the display, he wasn’t allowed to have any dignity after all.

Stupid people and their silent movements. He could cry, but that was childish. With a sigh, he shifted until his right cheek was pressed against the cold pavement and his blueish eyes were partially focused on the guy who had witnessed his horrendous display of accident-prone failure.

“Jus dandie. Dun min me, I gunna lay her and die.” It was hard to talk around the pain, and he had to stop to spit out some blood (the taste of copper was not his thing). “Danks for…” he waved at where the man was holding the lead of his pup.

Said pup took that moment to yip at him and look like it was trying to say sorry. “No, nope, nuh uh. You in trouble.” There was a moment when he narrowed his eyes and tried to wag a finger (not easy with his current position) but then he gave it up as a lost cause and instead reached out to rub the pups head as it bent down to lick his fingers.

[Blaike]

He stayed kneeled next to the man and the pup. What a strange due they made, but who was he to judge. Normally Blaike would simply hand the leed over and walk away from the situation, it wasn’t his business to get involved if he didn’t have to, but he felt the need to try and at least help. If anything for the sake of the pup that was currently sitting between the two of them.

“I mean, I don’t think your pup here would like if you died.” He watched as the man spit blood, onto the ground, He swallowed, closing his eyes for just a moment, calming himself before he extended his hand out towards the helpless man. “Come on bud, lets get you up.” He let a smile come across his face and cocked his head to the side, blue eyes roaming over the man again. Before recognition finally hit his brain.

“Oh ****, It’s you – uh Woundie” His smile grew brighter, remembering the first time he had met the other man. He had fallen down stairs that day and had to go to the hospital. The memory played in the blonde’s head as he let out another laugh.

[Melchior (DELETED 12067)]

This was all his stupid (adorable) dogs fault. If the creature had just stayed where it was meant to stay then he wouldn’t be faced with having to once again explain to a stranger that he totally used to this. People got weird about the fact that he didn’t show any real pain; it wasn’t as if he couldn’t feel it, it had just become a normal part of his day.

“I mean, I don’t think your pup here would like if you died.” The guy had a point. Marley would feel horrid if he died, though to be fair it was his fault. Just as he was about to make the point that the dog was the whole reason he was currently laid on the ground and bleeding, the other man opened his mouth and said: “Come on bud, lets get you up.” The other man’s hand was close, and he really didn’t feel up to pulling himself up, so he took the hand and let himself be helped up, and that's when he really took in the other man.

He knew that face. He knew that hair. It was the same man who had seen him falt out on his backside in the flats. “Oh ****, It’s you – uh Woundie” His luck just kept getting better and better. Not only had this guy seen him with a huge cut running along his leg, but he had also now seen him with a broken nose. Great. “Hiiii! So this isn’t what it looks like…” he started and then let go of the others hand so he could flap his arms around like a baby bird trying to take off, “I saw the poster for that new Spiderman movie, it looks so cool by the way! Like I can’t wait to see where they take it, do you think they will have him swing into the Vatican? He so should that would be amazing, just…” his hands came up to pretend to shoot webs, “pew pew on the pope!” He finally had to pause for a breath and in that moment he smiled his 1000 watt smile while reaching out for the lead.

[Blaike]

He couldn’t help but to smile. Watching the man go on yet another wild tangent, he only half paid attention to the words. He was to busy watching the man before him flap his arms around, and then proceed to pretend to be shooting webs from his hands. Blaike didn’t think the man could get any cuter than he was in that moment. He’d never seen another person get so excited while their nose was bleeding and probably broken.

I gotta take care of this kid or something, he’s going to wind up falling in a manhole into the swears next.

Blaike handed the lead back to the other man then smiled, and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I have no idea what you just said, but it was hella cute.” He smiled fully, letting the look take over his face, his own blue eyes lit up a bit. He quickly let the smile fade though, remembering he had fangs now. He covered by rubbing his hand over his mouth then stuffing it back into his shorts pocket. “You should really put some pressure on that, Uh..Here..” Blaike then moved, pulling his black t-shirt off and over his head. It wasn’t like he was getting naked right there on the street corner, he had a white wife beater on underneath. Blaike stepped forward with his shirt. Holding it up to the man. “Here, take this put it on your noise and keep pressure on it. Don’t want you to.” Blaike scratched his jaw, he could put the nose back in place himself, years of fighting had thought him how to do it to himself without even flinching. But he was certain he couldn’t do it with the man bleeding like he was, not without loosing a bit of control.

“I’ll walk you to the hospital this time, I don’t want you to pass out or trip on anything on your way...I mean. If you want me to. I know you don’t dig being white nights or whatever.” Blaike let his blue eyes move off the man looking down to the dog that was sitting at their feet.”Besides you’ll need someone to hang out with fido while your in there getting your mug cleaned up.”

Once again Blaike had found himself trying to help the other man out. He still wasn’t sure why he felt the need to help him. Maybe it was the fact he saw a bit of himself in the guy, before his family fell apart, before he gave up on letting the world excite him. He just knew there was something about him that needed to be protected, taken care of even. Plus it helped the guy was cute as all get out. Blaike stood there, shirt extended to the other, a half smirk on his face.

[Melchior (DELETED 12067)]

Melchior ducked his head down so that his chin rested on his collar bone. He always did this, started to talk about stupid things and make himself look like an idiot, at least this time he hadn’t gotten distracted by a shiny object in the distance, small mercies. “I’m sorry, I have no idea what you just said, but it was hella cute.” The other’s words had his cheeks turning the type of pink that had young girls squealing. He was a grown man, he should not be being called cute! He was not cute. He was manly. He had muscles upon muscles...they were just hidden. As he thought more on the subject of being cute his lips turned down and he narrowed his eyes at the lying liar.

“You should really put some pressure on that, Uh..Here..” The lying liar was speaking again and Melchior snatched his focus back from where the downward turn of 'I’m going to stick ‘Big fat meanie’ stickers on this guys face’ and back to the man...who was now stripping. “Wah..” Melchior couldn’t stop himself from reaching up to cover his eyes and letting out small squeaks. “Here, take this put it on your nose and keep pressure on it. Don’t want you.” He didn’t want to see the other's chest! Okay...lie...but really? In the middle of the street? It took a second or two for the curiosity to take over and then he couldn’t stop himself from opening one eye and peaking. Damn. The other guy still had on a vest. With a sigh, he took the shirt and pressed it to his nose. The other really didn’t need to do this, Melchior was used to hurting himself.

“I’ll walk you to the hospital this time, I don’t want you to pass out or trip on anything on your way...I mean. If you want me to. I know you don’t dig being white nights or whatever.” Well...that was sweet. ”Besides you’ll need someone to hang out with fido while your in there getting your mug cleaned up.” Okay, he really couldn’t be angry at someone so sweet…

“Don’t worry bout it, happens all the time. I dun need the hospital - I’ll go home and,” he mimed snapping his own nose back into place, after three or four broken noses you learn how to fix stuff like this. “But, you can walk me home - make sure I don’t get distracted by a piece of tin foil...that happened once, I spent about an hour chasing this shiny piece of tin foil down the street...granted I was eight at the time, but still. Got hit by a car and almost ended up a pancake because I wanted to add the tin foil to my shiny collect...” Why had he said that? “I mean...I’d enjoy the company!” He tried to look like he hadn’t just dropped himself into more touble.

This was just like Melchior, speak and then regret opening his mouth.

[Blaike]

“Don’t worry bout it, happens all the time. I dun need the hospital - I’ll go home and,” Blaike watched the man mimicking putting his nose back in place. This caused a small smile to creep onto his lips. He knew the feeling of putting a broken nose back into place all to well, his nose was in fact misshapen from the amount of times he himself had had to do so. “But, you can walk me home-“Blaike rose his eyebrow at this, the man was offering to take him home? Hell why not it wasn’t like he had anything better to do with himself He stopped his train of thought, trying for once to keep focused on what the chatterbox of a man in front of him was babbling on about His smile turned into a frown as he listened to the story.

The blonde stuffed his hand into his short pockets, messing with the fabric, pressing it between his fingers as he listened to the story, in his mind he imagined a small boy chasing after a piece of tin fowl, he almost flinched imagining the car hitting the young boy.

“Well for fucks sake, it sounds almost like you can’t die if you survived getting hit by a damn car, Where the **** were your parents?” Blue eyes watched the man in front of him curiously, this guy really had a knack for getting hurt. He thought that he should invest in some bubble wrap to keep the man from getting injured in the future.

He shook the thought from his head and smiled brightly to the man. “So uh, which way to your place…I’ll walk on the outside, so you don’t you know, run into traffic or anything.” Blaike then winked at the man, stepping to his side, making sure he was in the way of the man possibly walking into traffic. “Lead the way cute stuff.” He winked one of his blue eyes as he tried the nick name out again on the man, knowing it had caused him to blush earlier, Blaike couldn’t help himself though, seeing the pink cheeks of the nose broken man was to just much fun.

[Melchior (DELETED 12067)]

“Well for ****'s sake, it sounds almost like you can’t die if you survived getting hit by a damn car, Where the **** were your parents?”How was he meant to answer a question like that? It wasn't as if he chose to be the way he was - a total mess who couldn't be trusted to turn on a hot tap let alone walk alone.

This was a horrid idea. A very, very, horrid idea. There was no way Melchior would be able to walk all the way back to his flat, with this man in tow, and not somehow end up either severely injured or with the man laughing at him. “Lead the way cute stuff.” Already it was starting. A subtle shade of pink danced up Melchior’s throat and pressed sweet kisses to the apples of his cheeks. Why did the other have to be so smooth when Melchior tripped over his own feet practically every day? This was going to be torture.

After a heartbeat of time, Melchior started to move. His strides were even, though a bit clumsy every now and then. If he could get home without falling over again then he would class this as a victory. “I’m pretty sure I can die. My mum told me after that she almost cried herself into a coma, I was out for like two weeks, and I still have the metal pins in my leg from where they had to put it back together like a jigsaw. Though to be fair that isn’t the worst that has ever happened to me. I got lost on a camping trip one summer in the New Forest and ended up stuck waist high in a bog, took them five hours to figure out that I wasn’t in my tent asleep, then another four before they found me – by then I was sooo bored that I had taken to singing…” he bit his lip and cast his eyes towards the road, “Spice Girls. Not my finest moment..” In all honesty, Melchior could probably come up with a million of these stories. If there was a way to hurt yourself accidentally then you can put money on Melchior having hurt himself.

“I don’t mean to be like this..” Melchior tightened his fingers in the lead of his dog and let out a small whining sound, very similar to the types of sounds his dogs made when he was about to feed them. “I…just tend to have things happen.” Blooded lips pulled up slightly as Melchior finally raised his eyes to the man who was kind enough (foolish enough) to walk him home. “Also, I’m not likely to run into traffic, it is more like traffic will find a way to run into me.” He sighed and kept up his steady strides towards a crossing not far from where he had seen the poster of the new Spiderman movie.