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At first, when he cracked his eyes open at 5 in the morning, Rain wasn’t 100% sure why he had woken up.
It could have been the fucked up tour schedule and constantly changing time zones that left him waking up at odd hours, even after he had returned to the ministry. It could have been the way his forehead was pressed against Dewdrop’s neck, causing a growing crick in his spine. It could have been the way Dew was lying against him in turn, his horns and claws pressing against his skin and cheek. It was more than likely, however, that he had woken up from the dull, grueling ache in his lower stomach and the unfortunate growing wetness between his thighs.
He groaned and pressed his face further into Dew’s neck, his cheek cold against the fire ghoul’s constantly feverish skin. He could peel himself off of Dew and crawl out of bed to go to the bathroom. He prayed to Satan below that he hadn’t already bled through his pajama pants and onto Dew’s sheets; he knew his poor shark pajama pants were likely already bloody and ruined, and he’d have to scrub them clean with the special cleaner the ghoulettes kept tucked away in a cabinet in the laundry room. He knew that he spent enough time in Dew’s room that he had a few pairs of the special period underwear Rain liked tucked away in a drawer somewhere and that he had pads under the sink in his bathroom, just so that Rain could take care of himself if he needed. But the idea of getting out of bed was enough for him to want to sob. He could feel his stomach churning, could feel the growing ache and rising nausea that made the very idea of even rolling over devastating.
A low whimper rose in his throat and he shifted, clinging tighter to Dew’s warm body in an attempt to relieve himself of the grueling cramps in his lower stomach. The fire ghoul’s hot body was always nice against his cramps, but lying chest to chest wasn’t allowing enough contact from Dew’s bare chest and Rain’s sweater that had ridden up. He should have predicted this, he thought bitterly. He had gotten those harsh cramps a week before, like he always did, ones that were always worse than the ones on his period and that made him want to die rather than move an inch. But like he always did, he had ignored it, and had reasoned that it must be another day, it must come tomorrow. But no, now he was lying here with blood in his underwear and some of the worst cramps he’d ever felt.
His breaths trembled a bit as he scooted just a bit closer, biting his lip against a whimper and a low cry. Fuck, this was embarassing. He was supposed to be a man. Men didn’t get periods, and men didn’t cry because their fucking stomachs hurt. He was fine, he was fine, he could handle this. He just had to stand up and go to the bathroom and change his underwear and pants and put on a pad and he’d be fine.
“Rain?” An incredibly groggy voice asked, and Rain felt Dew’s throat vibrate against his cheek as he spoke. “You okay? Why… Why are you squirming around?”
Rain bit his lip, pressing his nose against the crook of Dew’s neck. “I’m fine.” He croaked. “Just…-” He cut himself off, shifting a bit and pressing closer to Dew. He whined quietly, cursing himself for not being able to handle himself.
“Yeah?” Dew asked gently, raising a clawed hand to cup the back of Rain’s head. “What’s up, Raincloud?”
“Period.” Rain managed, “Tummy hurts.”
“Oh, baby.” Dew sighed. He leaned down and nudged Rain’s head with his nose, gently urging him to lift his head. Once Rain did, his long lashes wet with tears he didn’t want to shed, Dew pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You just got it? You have a pad or anything?”
Rain squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, suppressing a low whimper. “I don’t wanna get up.” He whispered. “Hurts.”
“I’m sorry,” Dew murmured, lowering Rain’s head back to his chest. “Do you want me to help you, guppy? I don’t… know how much you want me to do, if you’re comfortable with it all, but I just want you to be comfortable.”
Rain whined quietly, pressing his nose to Dew’s sternum and feeling the bone beneath thin skin and lean muscle. “You don’t have to. I’m being a baby.”
“Stop,” Dew ordered, though his tone stayed gentle and loving. “You’re not being a baby. I know this shit hurts like hell. I’m not gonna pretend I get it, but… you’re not being a baby, darling. Here.” Dew wrapped his arms around Rain and held him close to his chest before slowly sitting up, bringing Rain up with him. “Lemme take you to the bathroom. You can get cleaned up and all, but I’ll bring you a change of clothes.”
Rain nodded and pushed himself off Dew’s chest to sit up on his own. “Okay,” he managed. “I… Dewy, I think I maybe bled on the sheets. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Dewdrop assured, brushing his hand over Rain’s smushed curls. “We can clean it. Here, let’s get up, baby.”
Rain nodded with a sniff and swung his legs over the bed with a wince as he sat properly. Yeah, he definitely bled through his pants. Dew scooted close to him and set a hand on his lower back, helping the ghoul to his feet. Rain risked a glance back at the bad, nausea and shame rising in his throat as he saw the red smudge left behind on Dew’s rumpled sheets.
“It’s okay,” Dew said again and gently pushed Rain forward, letting the water ghoul stumble towards the bathroom. He let Rain sit down on the toilet once they had entered, flicking the lights on and apologizing quietly when Rain winced at the sudden brightness. Dew patted Rain’s thigh and crouched down to open the cupboards beneath the sink, digging through and eventually producing a basket full of pads and a packet of wipes. He set them both on the counter and stood up, pressing a soft peck between Rain’s horns. “I’ll be right back, froggy. Just get yourself cleaned up.”
“Thank you,” Rain mumbled, his voice hushed. He closed his eyes and leaned into Dew’s lips, one of his hands worming beneath his sweater to sit on his lower stomach. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Dew smiled against his hair and raised a hand to gently brush over Rain’s hair. “I’ll be right back.”
Dew pulled back and Rain smiled weakly. Then Dew was leaving, closing the door for a semblance of privacy but not locking it. Rain said there for a brief moment, pressing his hand on his stomach in an attempt to lessen the cramps, then finally stood and approached the counter.
He needed to get out of his bloodstained pants and underwear first. He peeled them off, muffling a small whine at seeing how his favorite pajama pants had a dark smear of blood at the crotch. He balled them and his boxers up, dropping them on the floor by the hamper. He'd take them to his own room later, he told himself, and he’d wash it himself.
He tried to ignore how cold his legs suddenly felt as he busied himself with wiping down the insides of his thighs. He was quiet as he did, shame curling in his stomach and falling in place right alongside the agonizing cramps. He balled the used wipes up in another wipe, hoping to at least hide the blood somewhat, and tossed them into the trash can. He washed his hands then, praying he somehow didn't bleed all over Dew’s floor.
There was a gentle knock at the bathroom door and then it was creaking open, Dew walking in with a bundle of clothes in his arms. “Hey, froggy.” He said and set them on the counter. “Here. You need anything, baby, or no?”
Rain shook his head and took the underwear, leaning forward briefly to bump his horns against Dew's thankfully, before pulling them halfway on. He opened the pad, frowning at the loud, obnoxious sound, and set it in place before pulling the underwear all the way up. Dew watched him for a short moment before gathering his discarded clothes and setting them in the hamper. As Rain pulled on the new pants, a clearly well loved pair that he suspected didn't belong to Dew, judging by the obscenely long legs, Dewdrop gathered the trash from the pad and threw it away. It was strangely domestic, considering the two were demons summoned from hell and lived in a satanic clergy. Rain found himself adoring it, though. Being domestic with Dew was one of his favorite things in the world. Simple things like cooking together and going on walks and watching TV together made his heart melt in a way that couldn't be replicated.
After Rain had tied the knot on the pants, Dew came up behind him. He plastered himself against the taller ghoul’s back, worming his hands under his shirt and splaying his hot palms over Rain’s stomach. Rain signed in relief, immediately melting against Dew while the fire ghoul purred and nosed at Rain’s neck.
“You feeling better?” Dew asked against Rain's neck, pressing a gentle kiss that sent a shiver down his spine all the way to the tip of his tail.
“Mm.” Rain hummed in response, an answer that Dew knew meant “not really at all, actually.” The fire ghoul hummed back in understanding and pressed back a firmer, but still gentle, kiss.
“Come on.” He urged softly. “I think you'll feel better when you're back in bed.” Dew unpeeled himself from Rain's back, which drew a whine from Rain that caused Dew to roll his eyes and huff. “Drama queen.” He said, the words sarcastic and affectionate, and guided Rain back to the bed. He flicked the lights off behind them and, approaching the bed, Rain found that Dew had removed the bloodstained sheet already.
“Come on. Up.” Dew urged and gently swatted at Rain’s ass. The water ghoul scoffed and climbed onto the bed, immediately having a small fire ghoul drape himself over his back. Dew carefully pulled the blankets back over the two of them and wrapped his arms around Rain to press his palms to his stomach.
“Thank you.” Rain said weakly, his words descending into soft purrs. “Feels better.”
“Of course, rain storm .” Dew huffed and pressed a kiss behind Rain’s ear. “You think I'd just let you bleed out and be in pain in peace? Hell no. You know I love you, Rainy. I'd do anything to make you comfortable.”
Rain whined quietly at that, and he wasn't sure if the tears forming in his eyes were from being emotional during his period, an overwhelming sense of love from this whole scenario, or the cramps that seemed to be getting worse despite everything. Probably partially the cramps.
“I love you too.” Rain mumbled back and turned to crane his head back, which Dew immediately took as an invitation to press a gentle peck to his lips.
“Love you so much, angelfish.” He said and squeezed Rain's stomach, drawing a deeper purr from the water ghoul. “Now come on, go to bed. I'll help you do the laundry in the morning.”
Rain sighed and melted into the mattress and Dew’s body. He was so, so in love. A wonderful, hot—in both ways—boyfriend who was kind, sweet, and helped with cramps? Sometimes he felt far too lucky for his own good. But here Dew was, constantly knowing just what to say and just what to do and just where to touch to have Rain purring and falling asleep in his arms, content and comfortable.
“Mmh.” Rain hummed back. He laid his head back against the pillow, letting Dew nose at his neck again. “Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” Dew agreed. “Or at least when we wake up next, since it's already almost 6.”
“Yeah,” Rain conceded. “Whatever. I love you, Dew. And I'm tired, so. Goodnight, love.”
“Goodnight, rain cloud.”