I'll Be The Hero!

He suddenly wrapped his arms around Blakely, pulling him close.

"Even if they're loving? Even if they're trying to comfort you?"

He squirmed.

"E-especially th-then!"

He frowned, blinking.

"...Oh, you like roughness?"

"No!" He exclaimed, squirming out of his grip. "I hate any sort of touching!!"

"But you said--!"

"S-stop touching me!" He exclaimed, sobbing again.

He blinked.

"But I'm not touching you..."

He shook his head.

"E-ever! P-please don't ever...touch me..."

He sighed, nodding.

"...If it'll make you happy."

He nodded slightly.

"Y-yes...I-it will make even a failure like me...somewhat happier."

"...Can we touch pinkies?"

"Wh...why?"

"Because it'll feel nice," he said, beaming.

"...no." He mumbled.

"Okay," sighed Hiro. "...Will you scrub my back?"

"I-I don't feel so good..." He mumbled.

And in a moment, he was gone and Bera was back.

"Are you washing me, Hiro? How sweet." He purred. "You can make up for carrying me earlier."

Hiro smiled, pulling Bera so close it was practically sex.

"Okay!~ It's nice to see you again, Bera~"

"It'd be nice if you got to pampering me." Bera replied, obviously still sore about the earlier incident.

He kissed his collarbone, nodding.

"I'll do anything you want~"

Bera smiled.

"Get to washing me then. My eyes are sore, too, get me something for that." He ordered.

He began dutifully scrubbing Bera's back, smiling.

"What should I get you for your eyes?..."

"I don't care, you figure it out. It's your fault I cried so much, anyway." Bera insisted, crossing his arms.

He nodded, standing up and climbing out of the bath.

"I'll go ask room service or something."

"Hurry up, I don't have all day!" Bera insisted, lounging in the tub now that Hiro was out of it.

Hiro returned a few minutes later, holding wet tea bags.

"They said these'll help if you put them on your eyes," he said, climbing back in on top of Bera.