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He found his most precious reason to live, delivered at his door directly, he doesn't know who, but he thanked that angel who brought that red child to him, His star, His Sun and His everything, his sweet, sweet little boy.

Its been some years since *HE* got bored of them, all of them, and delivered them back to their homes, not much but an hour passed in the real World, an hour that was two years inside that cabin.

He had his son when he was 20, his son was barely 5, too old to be a baby, but too young to remember his parents. But he took care of him, day and night, got himself three jobs to keep then both stable, his past as a hacker long forgotten behind, now with His new light, his boy.

Now, years has passed, now he was 29, his boy? 14, strong and healthy boy- no- teenager!

He had never been so proud in His life, not when himself got in the university he wanted, or any of that nonesense, no, his boy was an example of everything good, and you could expect him to say that, hes his father. BUT he had good grades, he was in a basquetball team in school, and was always out with his friends!

He knew the boy had problems with how he looked, devil tail, claws and hind legs, horns and dangerously sharp fangs, but the boy seemed happy.

Now, he was making a tiny visit to his son at school, why? Because he forgot lunch, and he had free time from his severeal jobs.

Slowly, he walked to the open area outside the school, holding the luch he looked for his son everywhere (and yes, he did warned of his presence).

He spoted his sweet boy with severeal of his friends, with a wide grin, he took a single step, before watching *his* boy punch a guy in the face, drawing blood from his nose, his friends laughed and mocked the guy, the other cried, before standing up and deviler himself a brow directed to C00lkidd's stomach.

The boy didn't even flinch slightly, laughing mockingly, and a big fight started, just before 007 eyes.

His boy wasn't as sweet as he thought he was.

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He laughed and mocked, this was funny! And its not like hes going to hurt him, his skin was too thick for him to actually hurt him.

They fought for around 30 minutes, until the bell of school rang, sign for them to go back in school, C00lkidd laughed as he picked his things up, his friends walking away.

He loved these types of days, the principal was an ignorant, and didnt care what his students did, so C00lkidd fought, like, a lot, he kept a clean slate and good grades, and then he could be a rock in someone else shoe.

He felt no regret, everything was going HIS way, and if someone reported him? He could borrow his dad's coolgui and change whatever they put in the system! Easy!

Until...

He looked behind him, his tail completly droping as he saw the lunch his dad was supposed to give to him, the small Spiderman lunch box his papa bought him the first day of school, the one he always wanted.
...
He froze in shock before one of his friends pulled him towards them, laughing along.

Severeal hours passed since that, and it only fills Coolkidd with unease, was that His dad? Surely it wasn't, he couldnt be- besides, what was his dad doing in his school?! His tail wagged along the way home, wrapped around his leg or hitting his old backpack.

His throat felt like closing, it hurt, but emotionally, consecuences of what he have done pulling him deeper in a pool of fear and anxiety where he couldnt breathe, he couldnt swim back up, but only drown.

He walked heavily to his home, he was so, so nervous! What was his dad gonna tell him? Was he gonna scold him?! Yell?- well, he have never done that, yelling at him or hitting him, but maybe he was tired and would!

With trembling hands he opened the door, finding his dad layin' on the couch, asleep, he still had his pizza place uniform, and that only made him feel more guilty, his dad worked three- no, now FOUR jobs to keep him stable and even spoil him with stuff.

"Hey dad, i'm home..."
He carefully murmur near his dad, his dad's eyes flutter open to look at him, a tired smile formed on his lips.
"My boy, how was school?"
Slowly he sat down on the couch, patting besides him to coax his son to sit next to him.

Nervously and fidgeting with his hoodie, CK sat next to him, his tail wag warily around.

"Normal, i suppose..."

"I wanted to talk to you, son, bout' something i saw you did..."

Coolkidd tensed, his tail falling limb besides him, he rubbed his neck with a clawded hand/paw.

"I did something... Wrong?..." He tried to test if his dad actually did had watched him.

"No more lies, Kidd..." The man sighned with dissapointment "i saw you and i know you saw me, why would you get into a fight? Is that what you do in school, while i work myself to exhaustion?" He wasn't mad, not even close, he was so, so sad... His voice was barely audible, his eyes watered, bit he blink the tears away.

"It isn't like that! We were bored- and-"

"Lift your hoodie."

"What?..."

"You heard me, lift your hoodie"

The boy, sighing, lift his hoodie off, His favorite, the one that was his dad's hoodie, and now his.

In his stomach were bruises from kicks and punches and more, everywhere across his chest.

"Why have you been lying to me?" The old man asked as he pulled down the hoodie, tears itched the corner of his eyes as he look straight into his son's eyes. "I understand if i have done something wrong that you dont want to tell me- but i just need to know what i did wrong..."

CK huffed, his chest puffed out in a defensive posture "you didnt- why would you assume that?! You dont have to be so dramatic, it was ONE fight! Bluudud would understand better"

"Bluudud?" His father tilted his head slightly, confused.

"You wouldnt understand anyways" the boy, again, complained, his tail wagging rapidly behind him, hitting the couch, biting his lower lip from the pure frustration, a bit of blood driping down, yucky.

"Then make me understand, please... I know i havent been the best father but- i'm trying, i really am..." 007n7 hands loomed over CK back, wanting to reach out- but he retreat, not knowing if his little one would welcome touch now.

"You're making a big deal out of something small, dad!- okay? Forgive me, i wont do it, we can go back to normal, now, simple as that"

His papa didnt answer at the moment, trying to swallow his son's words, he looked at him, like if he was staring at his soul, before tears runed down his cheeks, he quickly tries to cover it.

"C00lkidd, this isn't about if it was- serious or not- I raised you to do better" the man sobbed, looking more shocked than angry, if he was even angry at all.

"Dont- do that... Its okay, besides- I get good grades, and the principal doesn't care, so my slate is clean, so Its okay-" he was interrupted.

"Its not!... Its not... Okay..." The man took a deep breath in. "... Bluudud, then?" The single father cooed.

"What bout' him?" The teenager looked suspicious, his tail moving slightly.

"He's the one getting all those ideas inside your head, huh?"

"Dad, no!- you just- AHG! You dont understand, dont assume he's bad!" He- growled, like a beast, baring his teeth's.

"I am sure!" The father insisted, his boy couldnt do something like that by his own, someone HAD to put those ideas in him, his boy could never...

The boy groaned loudly, again biting his lower lip "you dont get it! You dont listen!"
Again, a growl, tail harshly hitting the couch. "*I* get into fights, i start them, because i am strong, what are they gonna do? Nothing! They can't- why are you even mad?! *You were JUST the same!*" The words slipped past his lips before he could even think about it fhurter

But without more regret, he continued
"I am capable, dad, and i am so, so tired of listening how you think i wouldnt even hurt a fly- do you find me THAT weak?!"

007n7 stared at him, not saying anything, before tears slipped from his eyes, sobbing and covering his face, hiccups coming from him.

"I..." C00lkidd tried to talk, before guilt pushed his words down his throat again. "Its not a big deal, dont be like that..."

But his dad didnt stop, no, he was silent, sobbing, he have always been silent, but now he hated it, he didnt know what to do.
"Come on dad, you're really crying right now?"

"I thought- I was making a good job-" he sobbed again "raising you to do good-" another sniff and hiccup "i'm a horrible dad..."

He remember, when the first laugh came out of his son, when he first started to teeth, all this restless and sleepless nights he spend, teaching him, trying to take care of him or simply stop him from crying...

Wasted, because he was a bad dad- not only that, but a bad person... Did he mold his son to be like this? Is this his fault? It couldnt be anyone else fault, after all...

C00lkidd just stared, what was he supposed to do anyways? He was a terrible son, he have made his own father cry, sobbing in front of him, the only ways he would cry, or moments, is when he thought C00lkidd wouldnt hear or see him.

But here he Is.

He wants to cry and hug him and apologize.

His body didn't move.

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A knock on the door interrupted everything, 007n7 lift up his gaze, before CK stand, opening the door with a hand in his hoodie pocket-

Guest.

"007n7." Guest greeted, looking down at the crying man, and the little devil in front of him.

C00lkidd remember him, he hated him, used to punch him when he was a kid when he was ONLY playing TAG!
C00lkidd inmediatly let out a deep growl, his tail lashing out around, baring his teeth's.

Guest putted a hand on the boy's shoulder, bending slightly to whisper in his ear: "you're lucky 007 Is compassive, if i were your father, it doesn't matter how thick your skin Is, i would have made it hurt" The man grip on the boy only got tigher as they both sank in silence, both frowning at eachother without even turning around to face eachother.

Guest slipped past CK, quickly going to comfort his still sobbing father.

And what did c00lkidd did?

He hissed at him, closing the door behind him, he needed fresh air.

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His tail lashed out around the snow, leaning against his dad's car.

He shivered, he should've brought something else besides shorts and his old hoodie.

Snow clung to his tail, his breath coming out like soft clouds wich dissapeard as fast as they were made.

His thoughts remained glued to his father expression, the tears, and how he didnt... Yell, he didn't frown or scolded him, he just... Stared through his soul and cried...

He felt guilty, responsable of what he have done, how could he be so selfish? So ignorant, was he better than the pricks of school or his father job?

He huffed, it wasn't a big deal, he tried to convince himself it wasn't, if there wasn't consequences, then there wasn't something bad done.

"Yo wassup!-" a hand thightly grip at his shoulder interrupted his constant floor-staring stuff- he yelp and punch quickly, his fist hitting the stranger's gut.

Said stranger groaned and bend over, holding his stomach with trembling hands
"What was that for?!" A harsh voice breathlessly complained, barely looking up.

"Ah! Bluudud- man, i'm sorry, you scared the hell out of me" he chuckle akwardly, his clawed hands hovering over his shoulders in reflect.
"No, wait- what the *bug* are you doing here!?" He growled again, pushing him away.

"Still saying *bug* instead of fuck? Your dad is not here" he mocked, punching his friend shoulder

"Oh shut up, you still sleep with a night light!-" he bit back before the other covered his hand with a hand "*ShutupShutupShutup!*"

C00lkidd pushed, and soon Bluudud did the same, before CK licked his hand, and Bluudud yelp, cleaning his hand on his pants. "Gross!"

"What are you doing here, man? I told you to not come when my dad Is here"

"Payin' a visit to my Bestfriend, can't i do that anymore?" The older teenager laughed silently, leaning on the car. "Lets go to the skating park, heard there's a new boy, and with a great skateboard"

"I'm NOT in the mood, Bluudud..." The little devil growled, tail lashing out and claws digging in his arms

The other boy rolled his eyes, taking out a ciggarrete and a lighter. "Party pooper" murmur the blue one, his clawed hand succeding on lighting his cig and putting it gently betwen his lips.

"What got you so bothered? Not used of you being like this, you acted off in school."

"You care?" Again, a growl, how repetitive.

"Dont backtalk to me!" He rised his voice, frowning... Before a pause came betwen them "peoblems in Paradise?-" "Bluudud that's gross!"

"Sorry- didn't mean to- ruffle your feathers, i suppose... But for real, man, what got your panties under a twist?"

"That's not how you say It" before being cut off by a "shut up" from Bluudud.

"Nothing serious, really, my dad is... Is mad at me"

"Ooow you must had done something big, what was it?"

His tail curled around his leg, his claw scraping and slightly scratching against his own skin
"He saw me fight today" sighing, he looks down again, his hind leg raised against the car.

"So, he yelled at you? Come on, dont look like that, you act like a wet cat." He scoffs, blowing a cloud of smoke.

"No, he didnt *yell*, but it was weird, he stared at me, and then- started crying! I didnt even do something so *bad* for him to be so-" Bluudud cut him off smoothly, already smiling "dramatic? I would use that word."

The boy hesitate, he never talked lowly of his dad, but... "Yeah, dramatic is the word."

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"I'm a horrible father, Guest..." Tired and restless, the father covered his face, sobbing and crying silently, guilt eating away any rational thoughts, his nails scratch his own face, a silent punishment.

Guest, a man of few words, stared, trying to comfort him with a hand on his back, drawing nonexistal circles across his back, his big hands cold yet a pilar for someone who may need him.

"No, no, you're not, you're doing the best you can..." His voice, even if it was firm, it was comforting and soft, a gentle breeze.

"Its not enough..." Sobed the man again, His hands fell to rest on his lap, gripping tightly his pants

"007... At least listen to me, kay'? Breathe and talk..." Coaxed the ex-militar, palming his friend's back.

Once he was calm, he looked at Guest...

"I dont know what i did wrong..."

"You didnt do much, that's what happend" the man snapped. "You're treating him like if he were a delicate flower, he isn't, he's 14, and you can't let him talk to you that way, dont you have respect for yourself?"

"Not really..."

"Figured."
Again, with a sigh, he suddenly pull 007n7 up, looming over the smaller, chuby man.

"He's got to respect you, and from what you told me in the call earlier, he knows nothing bout' discipline! And know where those people end up? Jail." He was tense, his cold hands still holding thightly onto 007 shoulders.
"I'm sorry, but would recommend sending your son to a militarized school."

"What?! Are you crazy?! I can't do that to my son! He would hate me- and what will i-"
Before panicking fhurter, Guest pressed the palm of his hand against his mouth, sushing him.

"You are being stupid, you're too attached to him, besides, if he does goes there, you'll have time to talk with friends and just live a little aside from your kid!"

"What friends..."

"Okay, should have seen that coming..."

The single father looked like crying, trembling lower lip, shaky voice and watering eyes, it was pathetic, adorable, but pityfull...

"... If you dont belive me, call C00lkidd and tell him to get here. No questions asked."

Complying, the chuby man walked to the front door, peekin' out to call out for his son, before retreating and looking behind of him to Guest.
"He's not here! Did he scaped?!"

"What were you expecting?!"

"I DONT KNOW?!"...

*WHERE WAS HIS SON?!*

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-"I thought this would help me feel better, how is this any better at all?"- Sighed the little devil, tail flicking, nothing was going his way at all today, the fight and his dad, making him cry, **and that little piece of shit of Guest, humiliating him, what does he even know? He's not his father.**

-"I am tellin' you dude, party pooper"- laughed the weird looking teenager, crushing his cig in his clawed palm -"What is NOT entertaining you?"- His eyes locked again in the center of the house they were in, maybe watching the girls dance, ew.

-"Cause' i am enjoying the view"-

-"I am not enjoying being here, my ears are delicate, my head hurts, my stomach as well- I feel sick of everything..."- c00lkidd frowned, the house smelled like *old*, sweat and alcohol, it made his head spin at every direction but the right on.

-"Dont be so picky, be gratefull i even invited you to the big boy's party instead of sulking because your *daddy* got mad at ya"- the mocking, sly tone was clear, making fun of him, **surely JUDGING him.** *he hated that.*

His eyes looking around before he stood up -"you stay here then, i'm going back home"- and before letting Bluudud answer, he was already stomping towards the exit.

*How dare him?* *The AUDACITY* *he was no one to tell him that, he was nothin' for him, he didnt want to listen to him, or that horrible, banging, loud music, his clothes felt too hot despite being cold just minutes ago, his hind legs already numb from the snow.*

He growled all the way to somewhere, the park? He didn't know where he was going, his claws digging in his palms, drawing delicate, tasty tears of carmin.

CK rubbed his cheeks, gently, in soothing circles, like the way you would pet a dog.
His dad used to do it, to calm him down.

He needed ANYTHING to calm down.

He finally snaped out of it, too zoomed out to notice where he was going, he was lucky a car didnt run over him.

Slowly, his steps led him to his school, looking round', eyes staring into the snow, as if trying to melt it.

CK kneel, carefully, with gentle hands, picking his lunch box, he was surprised no one have stole it by now, but he was happy nonetheles, tail curling round it to hold it instead of grabbing it with his hands like a normal fucking person what is wrong with him lol.

*Oh how mad he was*

*This was all nonesense, he was being punished, emotionally, to be good, surely, that jerk of Guest, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong to, his dad space,* **HIS DAD.**

C00lkidd fangs dug in his lower lip, tears mingling with the blood now dragging along his chin, he didn't even notice when he cried, he didnt even care.

How long has he been out without permission? His dad was surely so mad, distressed.

Dragging his hind legs he walk to his home, head hanging low, ashamed, the weight of emotion he didn't know he could feel felt like a chain to his neck, pulling his head down in embarassment.

-"YOU can't just leave me there, man!"- A voice buzz in his ears, Bluudud literally burning with rage.
-"The hot guys aproached me and i had the perfect plan to make out with one!"- He complained again, walking along with C00lkidd.

-"That's gay"-

-"I am gay."-

-"...Period."-

Then silence, maybe akward, maybe not, they werent even sure anyways.

-"... He can endure without you, man, he's too... Attached to you"- Bluudud tone was firm, but not unkind, he seemed to understand everything but nothin', saying the right things without even knowing.

-"I know but... He was always my Bestfriend, and i can't just dissapoint him this way"- His words, tired and depressed, still carried care and love to his beloved one, how could he? Being so cruel, so evil to do this to his own father.

-"You're not, he's... Sensitive, from what ya told me"-

-"Yeah, but you dont know him like i do, dont act like you do."-

-"..."-

CK sighned silently, leaning against the other's shoulder. -"I'm sorry, i'm just still sensitive over all this..."-

Bluudud would huff with a smile, his arm falling around CK shoulders.

-"I like men"-

-"Literally shut up"-

Back at home, it was all a disaster, 007n7 crying his eyes out on Guest Chest.

-"Seven- dont cry..."- the bigger man sighed, his rough hand caressing the meek father hair sweetly.

-"he wont come back! I know i was being too harsh! My son hates meeee!"- whining, 007n7 hold tighter onto Guest, sobbing with clear drama.

Guest, again, groans, rolling his eyes.

-"look, Seven"- he stopped the other, leaning back to look at the smaller man in the eyes.
"You need to know, your kid is a TEENAGER, Its a phase, even i have scaped home for a few hours, he'll come back, and everything will be fine and dandy."

-"Yeah, maybe you ARE right-"-

-"Before OBVIOUSLY you send him to a militar school"-

"Guest! I'm not sending my own son to that place, he's too soft to go there!" The father complained, tugging at the other shirt.

-"I bet he didnt think the same when he was beating the shit out of a kid"- he smirked, still caressing the father hair with a lovely gaze.

-"Gossipy."-

Both men had to relax, close to eachother, they breathed in, the father was indeed calming down.
He was actually considering that school, since Guest is a teacher in there.

-"dont Pressure yourself, Seven, please..."-

-"I wont"- but that was a lie.

The other man sighed, hugging him tight, his chin on top of the smaller man head, his voice was soft, firm, grounding. -"Please dont... I dont like when you lie, i know you, in pressure and horrible moments... Let me help you..."-

007n7 whine.

*Whine.*

His arms as well surrounded Guest torso, soft hands gripping his shirt.
-"I'm sorry"- he mutters.

-"For what?"-

-"I'm being too much, i know i should let go more of CK, but... He's why i CHANGED, he's how i learned to *love* back..."-

Guest, ever so gentle, tilt Seven head up, his own face with a soft, more concerned than anything, frown, his bushy eyebrows low.

-"You have nothing to apologize for, you didnt know better, but... You dont always have to stay clueless..."- His words, a promise of warm comfort surrounded 007's senses, an overwhelming sense of security he did not dare to think of it as fake, his heart, beating more than it should, ache with need, a need of love, of undertanding, undertanding his eyes showed, glimering softly with hope.

-"I..."- his words stayed in his throat, not even trying to scape, for Seven it felt like if he let out anything else now, truths he never knew would spill out, dirtying the saint he had in front of him, holding to gently his unworthy face like it was Jesus's hands.

Guest, noticing the unsaid words, sigh, his stoic and angelic festures relaxed, got gentle, as if he had two different faces, yet both remained glorious.

007's arms slowly rested on the other thighs, thumbs going up and down, a caress of sin and desire.

**Desire to he held.**

Yet his hands stutter for more than a moment.
Who was he to be close to someone, when he was just as dirty as hell?

The angel in front of him was pure, firm, fair in choices, and god, everything good.

While he was dirt in the angel in front of him, who was he to deserve *happines* after his past?

He wanted to belive he could DESERVE this, a peacefull life, happy with his son. How foolish and selfish of him to think of that, but what could YOU expect from him? He's nothing, but a dirty demon, being granted the pleadire to be in presence of the divine.

The air felt heavy, no panic, but slow, dense, *especial.* But oh so sinful.

-"Will you teach me?"- was all he could say, already way too close to the other face, his breath fanning over the other lips.

A soft smile appeard on the other face, tugging the smaller man closer, they lips finally met, it was soft, no, not soft, divine, gentle, everything that was right in the world.

007n7's breath stutter, any other word long forgotten inside of his throat, swallowed by softnes and gentlenes.

The kiss said it all
The softnes, the stoic hands being gentle.
Eerything clicked in the exact moment.

Guest's hands started to roam down, caressing, not just exploring, remembering.

007n7 wasn't behind, his hands, soft and gently, slowly caress up to the taller man back, the kiss not just an action, but unspoken words, a promise, maybe a threat, neither of them wanted to figure it out now.

Guilt and need blurred togheter in Seven's mind, making his body act on its own, his hands no longer his but slaves of desire and need.

Even if he needed to breath, every time he tried, with hesitation, to pull away, Guest's hands would stop him, gently, still letting him have the choice to pull away or stay.

He would always stay.

Slow, it wasn't desperate.

And it was long enough for both of them to notice what they were doing.
Yet they wouldnt stop.

Slowly, too slowly, their lips stoped contact, hovering over eachother, breath mixing.

It took Guest a moment to react, to Seven, much more.

-"I... God, Guest i'm-..."- yet he couldnt find the words, his hands, still resting on the bigger man back, slowly sliped free.

-"are you okay?..."- Guest asked, his head tilted, he seemed firm, but not dangerous, no, not at all.

The air suddenly felt dangerous, any wrong move would make the eyes laugh, mocking him in his head.

-"Guest, i'm sorry!- i- dont know what happened to me!"- the dad, already out of his cloud of need, finally felt the cold water splash him.

-"no, dont apologize, Seven, i lean in first, i should had ask."- Guest was uncomfortable, to say the least, not about the kiss, but about how Seven seem to feel.

-"yeah, but i kept going!- God- i'm so sorry..."- anguish painted his voice, his hands, a moment too slow, departed from Guest sides and back, instead covering his face, shame filling his cheeks in a gentle, blurred pink that tinted his cheeks.

Guest hand find its way to his back, a comforting warm that felt *opresive.*

-"if it helps... I dont regret..."-
His voice, soothing as it was, felt like a threat, Seven felt like a kicked dog, rubbing its snout against the boot that stomp on him.

-"It doesn't... Help. It doesn't help." The smaller man breathed, throaty and deep, like he JUST realized he killed someone.

Guest flinch, his hand going up to the back of his neck, rubbing silently -"I... I'm sorry, i dont know what was i thinking... You were crying and i thought..."- he never finished that.

-"thought... What?..."- weak and vulnerable in the wrong way, Seven ask, already feeling his heart twist slightly, not wanting to know, he doesn't wanna know.

-"..."-

-"i was *crying* about my son, and... You kiss me? Is that how you *comfort* people?..."- He snaped, not loud, never loud, but *hurt*, oh so deeply hurt.

-"I..."- but he did had words.

The silence stretch wider with every second, thick, slow and heavy, like if they moved, they would mess things up *again*, if all of this wasn't about for now.

Seven sigh, running a hand through his hair, now looking away from Guest, elbows on knees, he didn't wanted to be seen, he wanted to sink and dissapear and hope he gets forgotten by everyone.

But that would be too easy.

Guest, God, it would be too simple to simple say he was "tense", no, this was a whole new level of tense, It wasn't akward, it was worst, a feeling he couldnt explain.

*Maybe caged would be accurate.*

-"I need a moment, excuse me..."- Seven said, way too quickly, standing up as normally as he could after *that*, locking himself in the bathroom.
Didn't even steal a glance at the phono of his CK and him as he usually *always* do.

Inside the bathroom, he didn't wait to look at himself in the mirror.

*Dirty, unclean,* **wrong.**
His hands shook with shock, maybe more, maybe because of less.

How could he? How *dare* him? Doing that to Guest...
He felt like a child, scolded, hidding.. but he knew what he have done to Guest, dirtying a man of good, of good will, one who's only porpuse is protect.

And here he was, a filthy, disgusting demon stealing an angel warmth because it felt *secure*, how foolish of him, doing something so blunt as that.

The water started to run, and so did Seven's hands, water splashing on his face. **As if that would wash the guilt from his soul.**

-"God, what is wrong with me..."- His voice was low, broken, shaking.

**Do you think love excusses sin?**

Oh how his mother repeated that every time he mentioned a boy in his life.

How the priest would Splash Holy water on him like he'll *burn* if he didn't, or if he *did.*

He took off his stupid, stupid burger hat, red horns glimering softly under the bathroom light.

That all he was, some demon, lowly and unworthy.

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**What would CK think?**

His dad, his protector, *his hero*... Kissing some man? And not just.. any man, an angel, pure, too pure for him.

His son will look at him, and tell him how disgusting he is, how filthy he is.

The mere thought made him sob, nails scratching his face as fat, heavy tears running down his cheeks.

He was such a mess.

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Guest sigh, face buried in regret and his hands, murmuring useless thoughts for the situation.

*He didn't do anything wrong, right?... Seven wanted it, didnt he?... That's why he leaned in!...*

His head told such cruel lies, he couldnt even belive them himself.
He used Seven, when he was the most vulnerable.

*Why?... What is wrong with me?... I thought that would fix something... Anything...*

He couldnt beat the thought of taking advantage of someone so soft, so gentle, so *good.*

He groans, throwing his head back, he was such a child, or so he was thinking, kissing him so suddenly. (yes this Is a REFERENCE to that Bakugo audio of "kissing me so suddenly?")

So his mind did what *humans* better do.
He felt rage.

*This isn't all MY fault... He act like i planned any of this.*

**He** *should be ashamed... We both wanted that, and now he's acting like this...*

He wanted so hard to belive his own words, the guilt too strong to make him think like the good man he was raised to be.

Because if he's not as kind and good as everyone thought, then *who was he*?

Who was he for the people he cared for, if not a pilar, someone to rely on? To trust? To *be* comforted?

*If not what they wanted, then what?*